In Charles Montgomery's latest novel, "The Family Way," the reader is taken along a dark path that leads to one of the world's increasing social problems-incest.
Incest is as old as mankind. We often find reference to it in the Bible and sociological studies made over the centuries. It is even a sanctioned privilege in backward, uncivilized communities. However, it wasn't until the revolutionary sixties that its occurrence among enlightened, educated civilizations came to light.
It is also the latest "kick" with the younger "swing" set. Getting mother or daddy into bed has been equated with the highest honor awarded among these youngsters.
Doctor Howard Levy, the noted psychoanalyst, offers the following case history from his personal files:
"Lillian A. was a lovely sixteen year old who was sent for treatment because of tendencies toward a catatonic state (of schizophrenia). During the various sessions that followed, several facts were discovered which proved conclusively that she was having sexual relations with her father although she couldn't admit it not even to herself.
"She was an only child, her father having wanted a boy. Her mother was a cold, distant person, treating her husband as a boarder rather than a man with whom she had been intimate. They had separate rooms. Lillian was encouraged to participate in sports of all types and loved to go fishing.
"Shortly after she turned fourteen, she and her father went on a fishing trip together, the mother declining. On the last evening of their trip, Lillian had a headache and went to her tent early. She was awakened later by a strange noise that she thought might be a wild animal.
"She ran, frightened, into 'the man's' tent and climbed into the double-sized sleeping bag. He was warm and he kissed her tenderly. Suddenly, she wanted more from 'the man' than just kisses. She reached out and found 'the man's hard penis' and she wriggled out of her flannel pajamas. At fourteen, Lillian had the body of an eighteen-year-old girl, overdeveloped for her age. Soon, they were having sexual relations.
"She was surprised the next morning to find herself back in her tent, completely dressed, 'the man' having gone away, the only person there being her father. She thought it might have been a dream and she never mentioned it to her parents, though she had found her vagina sore that morning.
"Once home, the 'dream' continued, 'the man' coming to her room with increasing frequency and always when her club-orientated mother was not at home. Soon, he was coming to her room every night. When she became pregnant, 'the man' took her to New York for an abortion. Since then, two months before treatment began, the 'man' deserted her. But, she's afraid he may come back and she doesn't want him too!"
The publishers present "The Family Way" so that its readers can determine for themselves the insidiousness of incest and how easily it can become a life style unless all moral safeguards are assiduously maintained to prevent its occurrence. Because of the nature of its themes, "The Family Way" is recommended for the adult, mature reader only.
James Hennessey, M.A. New York City
CHAPTER ONE
She sat at the white and gold desk her mother and father had given her for Christmas last year, a loose-leaf notebook in front of her, a history book open but cast aside. With her mother's silver pen, she was carefully writing, "Whore."
"Cunt."
"Slut."
"Fuck."
"Prick!"
Stacey Barrett reread the obscene words not fully understanding them, but remembering that those were the words (and many more that she couldn't recall) that her mother and father had screamed at each other the night her mother had left for good!
The blonde, twelve-year-old girl sighed. Thank goodness, Carolyn, her best friend, was smarter than she and had taught her how to spell them. She had to have these words close to her because they were the last words her mother had uttered that night two months ago. Since then, Stacey Barrett had neither seen nor spoken to her mummy and she missed her dreadfully.
Beautiful, beautiful Mummy, so golden and pink and ivory! It wasn't her fault that all the men adored her and wanted to take her away from Daddy. Not that Stacey didn't love Daddy! It wasn't that, but he was so serious, never laughing like Mummy had!
It wasn't Mummy's fault that she had gone to that cocktail party and got sick and that nice Mr. White had brought her home and had gotten into bed with her-and they were both naked-and they didn't know that she had heard them moaning and groaning in the bedroom-and they hadn't heard Daddy come into the apartment and caught them screaming and yelling something like, "I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm coming!" Whatever that meant!
Of course, Daddy had punched Bradford White in the nose and ordered him out of the apartment. Then, Daddy had discovered her in her bedroom crying and later when they thought she was asleep, they had had that horrible fight and Mummy had packed and left!
Stacey felt the tears starting in the corner of her eyes. She wished Mummy was here or that she was with Mummy who was in a place called Reno for a divorce or at least that was what Carolyn said she had overheard her mother tell her father. And the agreement was that she would have to live with Daddy until she was eighteen!
She looked at the lewd words again and then carefully tore the sheet from her notebook, went into her bathroom and flushed the pieces down the toilet. It wouldn't do for Mrs. Sherman, the housekeeper, or, heaven forbid, Daddy, to find out what she scribbled in her notebook every time she thought of Mummy which was often.
Stacey returned to her room and lay on her canopied bed. The fluffy yellow bedspread and flounce on the canopy reminded her of the time Mummy had bought them. She had been with her mother and after the purchase, they had gone to the Plaza and visited a suite where a college friend of Mummy's was staying.
His name was Johnny ... Johnny Wilkens and Stacey hadn't liked the way his eyes stared at her and when he insisted that she sit on his lap, Stacey had felt a huge, hard thing sticking in the crack of her sit-upon through her sheer silk panties.
She had felt strange, but pleasantly so. Her little wee-wee had felt funny and suddenly she was afraid and had jumped off his lap. Mummy had laughed and teased Johnny Wilkens and after a few minutes he had given Stacey five dollars and told her to go to the restaurant downstairs and have lunch.
She hadn't wanted to go but Mummy had kissed her cheek and told her to go downstairs and wait for her in the restaurant. Stacey had eaten a sandwich, a glass of milk, a piece of chocolate cake and two banana splits before Mummy finally showed up. Her cheeks were flushed and her beautiful blonde hair was disheveled and she asked Stacey not to mention their visit to the Plaza and Johnny Wilkens to Daddy. She said it was a surprise!
Naturally, Stacey had had an awful belly ache from all those sweets and Daddy was very concerned. But, Mummy had given her some medicine and she was all right.
There were many incidents like that. Sometimes, when Daddy was out of town on business the men would come to their apartment for dinner and stay all night. What was it Carolyn had overheard her mother tell her father? Something about Stacey's mother being a nympho?
Stacey suddenly jumped from the bed and went to her mirror. She wondered if she would grow up to be a nympho too? She hoped so, because if her mother was a nympho that must mean that she was very beautiful and that everyone loved her. Especially men!
"After all," Stacey thought, "I'm pretty like Mummy and I'm going on thirteen! Why, I'm practically a woman! I should be able to go and stay with Mummy if I want to!" With growing fascination, Stacey minutely studied her face and figure in the full-length mirror of her room. Every day, she grew more and more like her mother and now, with a tilt to her head and a pout on her lips, she adjusted her features so that they would reflect an expression she knew her mother was fond of. Sticking out her already womanly curved hip, Stacey blew herself a. kiss in the mirror as she had often seen her mummy do to her men friends and admirers. With a dramatic shrug, Stacey slipped off the sweater she had worn to school that day, revealing the curvaceous contours of her growing titties where they snuggled inside the half-cup bra she enjoyed wearing so much. By turning about ever so slightly and holding her breath, she could make the small, untouched nipples brush against the inner cotton lining of the bra, thus creating tiny thrills that went racing through her young pussy making Stacey shiver with delight.
Outside her bedroom, Stacey heard a loud noise and she knew that her daddy had finally come home. He had gone out on an errand and now she heard his heavy footsteps and those of another man. His lawyer, Bill, Stacey thought to herself rushing to the door to listen. Everything recently had taken on a dark cloak of mystery to her and with stubborn determination, Stacey felt herself up to the task of meeting whatever new should turn up. Most of all, she hoped that by being somewhat smart enough, clever enough, she would be able to arrange for her mummy to come back and live with them.
Now, her sweater lying on the floor behind her, her pale, ivory skin already covered with goose flesh, Stacey Barrett pressed her ear harder to the oaken wood of the door. Stacey could hear the crinkling of a shopping bag and then laughter as the footsteps went toward the kitchen. The sound of glasses and ice followed and she knew that her father and Bill Morrissey were going to spend the night drinking.
Stacey's long, blonde hair bouncing on her naked shoulders, she ran to get a chair and bring it over to the door. She knew Daddy thought she was asleep and would probably not dream she was up listening to him. Stacey had no idea what she might hear, but she hoped that he would talk about lovely mummy, the way he usually did and that she might learn something new that would help her in her determination to reunite her lovely mummy and daddy.
Seating the firm, young globes of her ass-cheeks upon the straight-back chair, she adjusted her woolen skirt over her knees, tucked her long legs under her and bent forward listening.
"Sure you don't want to take in the fights, tonight?" Bill asked.
"Definitely not," Daddy's voice answered sitting down heavily across from his lawyer friend. "Somehow I just don't feel in the mood to witness the fights tonight, I had plenty of fights here at home to last a lifetime. We can turn on the night football game though and have a couple of scotches. This is good old scotch, you know, nothing cheap about Harvey Barrett!
He pointed to the bottle of Glenclivet on the table in front of them. Both men sat in matching living room chairs, facing a low coffee table which held their glasses, the ice bucket and the bottle of Glenclivet. Bill Morrissey watched as Harvey got up and flicked on the TV. Instantly, a picture sprang upon the screen, but Harvey left the sound turned low until he knew the game was coming on.
"Still feel pretty low about your wife, Charlotte, don't you?" Bill asked, taking a long gulp of his drink.
"You know I do, Bill!" Harvey answered. "When I think of how the little whore fucked around on me! Anything in pants was good enough for her and some things that weren't!"
"Is that so?" Bill replied. He was thinking about Charlotte Barrett himself and he was thinking that Harvey was probably right! Harvey had allowed Charlotte to get the divorce on grounds of incompatibility. This was the first time Harvey had mentioned the true facts. But, Bill remembered with a distinct flow of pleasure to his prick and balls the night he and Charlotte had fucked at his house, right in the den with his wife and all the other people at the party, including Harvey himself in the next room. It had been a quick fuck, but glorious and Bill had always wanted to get Charlotte someplace where they would have a little more time. Now, since the divorce, he supposed that he wouldn't ever be seeing Charlotte again. He was not only Harvey's lawyer, he was his friend as well. "Tough luck!" he said out loud.
"Yes, it was tough luck," Harvey said, bitterly. "When a man gets married he expects something more than that. I mean listen, Bill, I've been very patient with Charlotte. I mean all those years of one woman and you grow attached to her! And then, Stacey came along and all, well, fuck, I've kept my eyes closed! I mean, what the fuck, I don't say I haven't screwed around a little on the side myself. I give her the same privilege to a point. But when she's sneaking out in the middle of the night like a bitch in heat, when she can't get enough cock to satisfy her, wanting me to do all kinds of kooky things to her and when I put my foot down, says she'll get it somewhere else! I mean that's a bit much!"
"You're absolutely correct!" Bill listened with new interest. Maybe Harvey was going to tell him just what some of those kooky things were Charlotte wanted. You never could tell, he thought. New York wasn't all that big a city that he might not run into Charlotte Barrett one of these days. Charlotte Barrett with her thirty-eight-C-sized titties and her honey golden cunt. He remembered distinctly kneeling and looking at it that night on the couch in the den. Bill had wanted to see that hot, little pussy he was just about to stick his prick into and she had laughed softly and tossed her head back onto the corduroy pillows and spread her long, gleaming, white thighs wide, slipping her fingertips daintily inside the soft, pouting lips of her hair-lined pussy.
"When I think of all the shit I've had to put up with!" Harvey continued, downing his first scotch and then pouring another rapidly. "When I think of how she fucked around!" Harvey's eyes stared unseeing at the TV screen and he was thinking of the way Charlotte had looked the last time he'd fucked her. His long prick jerked and jumped a full two inches as he remembered fucking her, and two days later she had gone off to Reno to get divorced from him. But he fucked her the way he had the first time they'd met and she'd responded magnificently. Just to think of it now almost drove Harvey up the walls! To think that he'd let her go after a fuck session like that. And yet, what else could he do after finding her in bed screwing White! He was the one who indignantly ordered her out, asking for a divorce, not she! And Charlotte had given him that same hurt look as she called a cab and waited with her bags outside in the foyer. Divorce! They were going to be free of each other at last legally and he'd tried to take in as much of her as possible as she walked out of the apartment. That fine, fine body, those swaying hips, the whole feline aspect of her, her golden blonde hair piled sensuously atop her head, tiny wisps always coming undone at the back, how he used to love to tuck them in for her. But there'd be none of that from now on he'd reminded himself as he stared at the closed door, no more of a lot of things.
Charlotte's last words rang in his head as they did even now sitting with his friend, Bill Morrissey.
"We'll be seeing each other again, Harvey, darling, this isn't the end. Not by a long shot!"
Harvey cleared his throat and spoke out loud again. He had been silent for a few moments just staring at the flickering TV screen and thinking his own thoughts as he downed more and more of the soothing scotch that seemed to ease his pain somewhat.
"Well, Harvey, I guess it's better for Stacey not having that kind of influence around her," Bill said.
"You're right, after all I can't have her exposed to things like that!"
"Let me ask you, Harvey, what actually happened? What caused you to kick Charlotte out?"
The whole spectacle suddenly swam before Harvey's eyes vividly and abruptly he began to talk, to tell Bill Morrissey everything, just the way he had seen it. He'd watched them for a long while, somehow stunned into inaction, before interrupting the entire obscene sight.
His wife, Charlotte, laying there on the king-sized bed, her brilliant smile taking up almost her entire face. Her enormous titties stood out from her body, full and pointed, firmly balanced, the areolas flushed pink, the thick ripe nipples taut and erect. Tiny droplets of sweat slid from them along her belly, down the gently curved slope of her soft, fine mesh of blonde cunt hair, Bradford White's hard, erect cock jackhammering into it.
Harvey's heart had jumped to see Charlotte that way, fucking for another man, and that other man was his own college buddy, Brad White! Bradford was clearly visible to him, his dark hair damp with sweat, his body taut, as he fucked furiously into her cunt. Harvey kept repeating to himself, "This woman is my own wife, my wife!" and yet, his words didn't quite ring true, for it was clear that Charlotte belonged to no one, even though he had lived with her for thirteen years, knew every inch of her body, shared the raising of the adorable Stacey with her. And that child probably was right there in the apartment too, listening to their lascivious moans, grunts and groans. He stood there frozen to the spot. He guessed he might as well let them cum! They seemed on the verge anyway! A few seconds more wouldn't matter anyway!
Suddenly before his very eyes, his golden-skinned wife was screaming, "I'm cuming! I'm cuming! Oh, God, I'm cuming!" Brad White let out a long, guttural groan and Harvey could mentally see that hot, white gism spurting into her writhing pussy. Then, Brad bent down and gobbled the huge, round orb of Charlotte's magnificent titty. White's head bent and teeth opened wide to nibble her nipple and he sucked each booby up into his hungry mouth. Charlotte giggled and kissed him passionately, but now her laugh took on a lower, more guttural sound and Harvey could see that their bodies were clutching at each other. Then, Brad lifted her up and she sat glistening and beautiful on the cum-stained sheets. Slipping between her legs, he spread them wide and his head darted down into the silken curls of blonde pussy hair that covered her excitedly throbbing fuck-hole. Charlotte's head snapped back and she let out a low, sensuous moan as Brad's tongue lapped teasingly at the delicate pink flesh of her cum-flooded cunt. Charlotte's fantastically huge titties danced and trembled and the nipples stood out high and hard as below her boobies and belly quivered. "Oh, Brad, darling," Charlotte cried out, "Oh, Jesus, Brad!"
Insatiably, Brad's tongue flicked into the sweet tasting valley of her wide-spread pussy, while above him, her husband was standing watching every lewd move they made! Charlotte writhed with a mindless passion, her hands slipping down to cling tightly to Brad's sweat-dampened, dark hair, pulling his face hungrily into her flowering, open twat-gash!
Harvey had felt his knees grow weak and his belly churned ominously and yet he kept on watching. He could not move. He wanted to run screaming at them, to kill them both on the spot, but he was hypnotized by this obscene spectacle and as always when he even suspected Charlotte of having fucked another man, in spite of himself, he felt an unaccountable excitement, a terrible sensation in his prick and balls that made him feverish and sick because he knew it was so terribly wrong. He would try to suppress his feelings, to act as though her adultery did not exist, and it was at these times that his righteous indignation against Charlotte would be at its worst.
"What a conservative bastard!" Charlotte had told him once. "Why don't you just admit that you really enjoy screwing! Why don't you really fuck me for once instead of being such a prude!"
Charlotte had flung herself out the door and Harvey had known she was off to do just those things with some other man, probably anyone else she could find and he'd sat in stunned and hurt silence, trying to ignore his huge erection.
Even now, while recounting that scene in the bedroom, Harvey knew it was the end for him and Charlotte. But, he felt the same excitement as he continued the story to his eagerly listening lawyer friend. He felt his prick harden, involuntarily, as he continued.
As Harvey watched the two of them, his college roomie's head lewdly wagging between Charlotte's long, slender thighs, he desperately wished that he had not come home from the club so early, that he had stayed and played two more games of poker, that he had just let it all happen without knowing it. But he had told himself that it was to protect Stacey. And, certainly, there was plenty to protect her from! But still Harvey remained motionless, staring at his wife having her cunt sucked by his friend.
Stacey sat perched on her chair, pressed against the door in her bedroom which opened directly upon the den in which her daddy was speaking. Her breath came in halting gasps as she listened to his words, for she too recalled that night when Mr. White had brought Mummy home from the cocktail party and she had peeked into her parents' bedroom.
The voluptuously naked body of her mother had been presented in all its glory. Stacey had seen her naked before but never like this. She found Mummy absolutely beautiful, so incredible, that Stacey had a difficult time containing herself and not crying out some kind of appreciative comments. But she bit her lip, not uttering a word, not wanting to disturb the strange scene she was privileged to witness. It was like watching some odd ritual, she thought as she looked at them, something beautiful and wonderful! Mummy's obvious pleasure seemed so acute, despite her contorted features, that Stacey had gently placed her own hand down on her downy pussy as it felt funny and very strange as she watched Mr. White kiss Mummy and play and suck her huge boobies. Stacey's eyes bulged as she watched her beautiful mother get so excited that she lay back on the bed, her mouth open wide, her eyes staring with a glazed expression of lust at the ceiling. Her legs remained spread, her calves no propped upon Bradford White's muscular shoulders, her toes pointed, calves contracting as he moved in still closer between her lovely thighs, his face deeply ensconced in the softly curling fringes of her blonde pussy bush. The lower front part of his naked body was hidden from view and all Stacey could see of him was his muscular ass-cheeks, a little like Daddy's but somehow different and his back and head. Her mother's smooth belly rose up and down ever more excitedly as Bradford White's hands pressed her legs more and more open and once he moved back looking into the shivering little fuck-hole that he had spread so wide and
Stacey had seen clearly the soft, cushiony, hair-lined flesh of Mummy's blonde pussy. The moist, pink-fleshed interior was spread completely apart and the small button of her throbbing clitty was clearly visible to Stacey as well as the small twat opening beneath what seemed to pulse with a desperate needful longing.
A shiver ran through Stacey as she saw Bradford White's tongue slide along this opening once more, his head now hiding the tender twat gash from his disbelieving eyes, as her mother's whole body convulsed into a spastic jerky motion at the renewed touch of her husband's friend's tongue against her pulsating clitty. Her shapely legs arched upward and Mummy quickly clamped them around his head holding him in place as she lifted her naked hips and pulled the entire lower half of her body up to meet his persistent tongue.
"Oh, Jesus!" Mummy had cried, "oh, Christ, it's so good! Oh yes, Brad, yessssss! Suck it! Suck my pussy, darling!"
Her hips moved up and down, the wide-spread plane of her flooding cunt meeting each lick of his darting tongue. Groans of pleasure slipped from Mummy's parted lips as her sexual torment became more torturous and acute.
Stacey's fingers parted the thin, fuzzy, little cunt lips between her legs and slipped up into her own tingling, little pussy gash. Her young virginal twat tingled at her own touch and she imagined a handsome man's head positioned over her, someone doing to her what was being done to her mother! Never had Stacey felt anything like this rising feeling of sensuality in her young ripening body! Never had she been so wondrously and magnificently excited! Her little pink clitty jumped at the touch of her small fingers and she became more excited as she watched her beloved mummy writhing and undulating beneath the prolonged mouth-sucking of Bradford White, her own father's good friend. Everything that she was watching seemed to be taking place inside her own feverish body and consciously she identified with her beautiful mother and couldn't help feeling herself to have the same kind of attraction for men. Her fingers moved in the same rhythm as her mother's squirming body beneath Bradford White's obscenely swirling tongue. The same nerve ends in her cunt tingled and seemed to burst with a new raging desire as strong as her ecstatic mother's. Her innocent, pure little body swayed and twitched uncontrollably, became enflamed, the tissues that lay within the sparsely hair-covered twat opening becoming swollen and engorged, her fingers creating ripples of pleasure against her body wherever they touched. Her little pointed titties received the play of her fingers upon them as though they were being touched by hands, as even now Bradford White's hands reached for the large orbs of Mummy's huge titties. And then, Stacey had heard someone at the front door and she had run to her room.
"Oh, Mummy," Stacey sobbed, "I miss you so!"
After a few minutes of silent tears, Stacey wiped her eyes with her fists and rose from the chair in her room. She was terribly upset by her memory of that night. Daddy's voice droned on outside the door and with a risingly excited expression she removed her sheer pink panties, leaving her skirt on over her naked cunt and ass. Her tight, young pussy trembled beneath the skirt as she sat back down again, and she could feel upon her naked ass-cheeks the hardness of the metal chair against her smooth, virginal flesh. Her father was getting to the end of his story now and she shuddered to remember it, her fingers moving upward beneath her skirt in anticipation of it as though she could somehow protect herself from her intense emotions by the curiously exciting finger-fucking act that somehow managed to also have a calming effect. Stacey felt a little dizzy, but she leaned her head against the door and let her fingers touch inside the wetness of her untouched twat, separating the fleshy, puffy outer lips that were growing more and more of the same soft blonde hair her mother had, so that her index finger could reach the love button inside near the cunt top, right there in the center, just waiting to be felt and played with.
"So, what happened then?" Bill Morrissey said uneasily, for Harvey had been silent for several moments now and Bill had begun to wonder if he intended to continue this incredible story of what Charlotte had done with her husband's buddy in his own bedroom. Bill gulped down another glass of scotch and didn't even feel it. Looking at the bottle he saw that it was almost gone. He could see that the football game on TV was long since over and that a talk show was on. He looked back at Harvey and it was difficult for him not to notice that his friend had an enormous erection. Bill didn't blame Harvey, he thought, sneakily feeling his own ballooning fuckstick. It had been a long time since he'd heard anything this exciting what with the beautiful Charlotte completely naked being fucked and then getting her pussy sucked, for God's sake, and her with one of Harvey's best friends! Fuck, what a slut, what a woman, he thought. No matter what you thought about Charlotte Barrett, you had to give her credit for having guts!
Harvey uttered a painful groan and continued the obscene story.
Charlotte started screaming and hollering, "Oh, Bradford, you bastard," she said, "you bastard! I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" And Brad White lifted his head briefly and said, "Well, shoot it out, cunt-baby, shoot it right out! But get ready for this big prick that's waiting to fuck into that red hot cunt of yours again!" And then his head went back down and Charlotte let out one of those ungodly screams of hers and her legs were flying every which way, and her pussy was bucking up and down slapping against Brad White's face so that his whole face was covered with her twat juice and she was getting the business from his mouth, his nose, his eyes, chin, from everything! And all along the kid, poor little Stacey was in her bedroom whimpering and mewling in fright, I think. But, I couldn't go to her, I was rooted to the spot!"
"So, what happened then?" the horny Bill encouraged.
"Charlotte let everything go at that point, she just tore apart at the seams. She stared having her orgasm, screaming, "I'm cuming! I'm cuming! Oh, suck harder! Harder!" And it seemed like one climax led to another and I don't know how long it went on before I found myself walking over there, just suddenly I found myself right next to them!"
"And then what happened? Did they stop?"
"Of course, they stopped, but only when it was over and I could see they hadn't even noticed me and Brad White was getting ready to fuck her again just like he said. And suddenly my hands were on Brad's shoulders and I was lifting him up, and I punched him in the face, giving him a black eye and bloody nose. Charlotte was looking up and giving me the most horribly hateful look I've ever seen as though I was the one screwing around on her and she still lying there with her legs spread, waiting for the feel of Brad White's huge prick!"
"Christ!" Bill Morrissey said, his cock and balls aching, needing cum release. "I feel for you, Harvey, I really do!"
In the solitude of her room, Stacey's fingers teased feverishly over her slightly throbbing little love button. She had stopped listening, she knew the rest about how she had heard Brad White stumble out of the apartment and then her daddy had come into her room to comfort her. It wasn't until later when they thought she was asleep that they had the terrible argument. Then, Mummy had left and nothing had been the same since. But what she wanted to remember now was the fantastic orgasm she had had there that night and more than once. She had climaxed and cum right along with her mother, and since it was the first time it was the best time, or so Stacey thought, never imagining that anything could ever be as good as that again. But now, Stacey panted and trembled, feeling the little pearl-like drops of her pussy juice flow with the growing friction, quivering with expectation. She held her breath, and flicked once more at the little swollen baby-cock of her clitty. With a sigh, Stacey expelled her breath and her orgasm came flooding all over her.
"Oh, Mummy! Mummy!" Stacey cried as wave after wave of the fantastically exciting cum overwhelmed her almost the way it had that night watching Brad White and Mummy fucking, except now there was a great feeling of sadness about it that she hadn't felt that night at all. Her cobalt blue eyes were glued tightly shut, the long lashes fluttering against the ivory, high cheek bones that gave her face a distinguished and regal look that would, when she was more adult, turn her into an even more celebrated beauty than her mother. Her entire little cunny strained into the orgasm as her fingers pressed heavily upon the sparsely hair-lined core of her being. She had trouble breathing and staying on the chair, and moments later, she found herself writhing and twitching upon the floor, her skirt up around her waist, revealing the innocent and pure young pelvis of the teeny-bopper, while her fingers still played among the sensitive flesh folds of her juicing, greedy cunt.
Stacey Barrett played and rubbed her pussy until she had another climax, then another and another. Finally exhausted, she removed her skirt and crawled between the sheets. In a minute, she was sound asleep!
CHAPTER TWO
She awoke early and looked around the bright, sunlit room. Stacey wrinkled her brow, recalling the strange noises she had heard during the night. She didn't hear Bill Morrissey leave, but sometime later, she was sure she had heard loud, guttural noises coming from Daddy's bedroom. Perhaps it was just a dream! Yes, that had to be it. She'd had a nightmare or something approaching one.
Her little hand wandered down to her moist cunny. She wanted to rub it again and make herself cum, but suddenly she remembered that it was Saturday, no school and the perfect day to go see Gregory Bickford!
Stacey slipped on a woolen top that she knew would be enough to protect her from the still mild New York autumn. Besides it clung to her blossoming body in such a sexy way as to accentuate the curve of her developing titties and the gentle line of her hips and ass-cheeks. She wanted to look as provocative as possible, and she knew that this plaid top would do the trick if anything would. Her friend, Greg, lived in the Village in a small apartment on Bleecker Street all by himself, financed by his parents while he attended college. Stacey had always found the eighteen-year-old Greggie fascinating since the days they were neighbors on East 63rd Street and somehow today the thought of him was even more interesting to her than usual. The recent sexual happenings had aroused her interest in male companionship to a high pitch, and it seemed that she was seeing everything in a new, different light. Remembering the last time she had seen Greg at his mother's birthday celebration, she now began to reinterpret some of the things she had observed one afternoon when they all had dinner together. Actually, Greg had been staring at Charlotte, that very special way, the way Bradford White had the night Daddy caught him in his bed, and now that Stacey knew very well what that sexy look meant she wanted to see if in her new awareness, she could inspire such looks from Greg Bickford and perhaps even get him to do to her what Brad White did to Mummy.
Stacey pinned a note on the bulletin board in the kitchen for her father who was not yet awakened and slipped out of the apartment. It was one of those large spacious New York apartments with the high ceilings in a portly brownstone on Fifth Avenue. She closed the door behind her and then ran down the street toward the bus stop. The bus took her directly to the Village, so she wouldn't have to change and as she sat looking out the window, she tried to control her nervousness about what she planned to do. But even the crisp Fall air of an early New York morning that blew in through the open bus windows, blowing her blonde hair back from her face did not calm Stacey down. The jiggling motion of the bus upon her wool-covered titties and sheer panties over her pussy sent shivers of eager anticipation running through her young twat. Stacey hoped fervently that Greg Bickford would be home!
*****
Twenty-five minutes later looking up at the windows of the apartment building in which he lived, Stacey smiled to herself. The curtains were still drawn. Greggie was undoubtedly still sleeping! Stacey crossed the tiny, quaint village street and entered the dark hallway of the building quickly climbing the stairs until she got to apartment number eight on the fourth floor. If she was lucky, she thought as she lifted her small fist to knock, Greg would be alone. After pounding on the door a few times, Stacey finally heard a movement inside and then a sleepy voice called out, "Come in for shit's sake! The door's unlocked!"
Feeling rather stupid and not certain at all about her scheme, Stacey entered the tiny, dark apartment.
She could hardly see a step in front of her and once she knocked into something that made a terrible noise. Another mumbling came from inside the bedroom.
"Gregory? Greggie?" Stacey called out timidly, her heart thumping. "It's Stacey Barrett."
"Stacey? What the fuck are you doing here?"
Stacey hesitantly made her way to the bedroom where she could just make out the dim form of Gregory Bickford curled up on a single bed in the corner of the small bedroom. Greg sat up slowly and looked at her in astonishment.
"Hello, Gregory," Stacey said, trying to sound casual and adult. "I was in the neighborhood and I decided to visit you, that's all! Nothing's wrong with that, is there?"
Gregory Bickford fell back down on the mattress.
"What the hell time is it anyway?" he growled, rubbing the long black hair that covered his head.
"Oh, it's about eleven, I think," Stacey said, sitting down across from the young man in an overstuffed chair. She crossed her legs so that her skirt rose high upon her thighs and then set about concentrating on being beautiful. She remembered Mummy having said once that any woman could be beautiful if she used her natural talents in the right way and remembering that, Stacey did her very best to copy the poise and assurance of her beautiful mother.
Greggie cast a furtive glance at his young friend. He wondered what the shit she was up to. He had heard about Bradford White fucking her mother and getting caught and he knew that that had been the main cause of the divorce. Greg snuggled down a little further under the comforter, chuckling a little to himself at the thought of old Brad White fucking up a storm with the delectable Charlotte Barrett. He didn't blame him in the least; he himself would not have hesitated a second had he had the chance, good friends or no good friends. Of course, Charlotte was simply a good friend of his mother's, so it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Greg remembered the day Charlotte had looked at him with those big almond-shaped eyes of hers; they were a beautiful shade of blue and her eyes had said things to him no girl or woman had ever hinted at before. At the time Greg wondered if he'd ever get the chance to stick his hard cock in her without Harvey finding out!
"Just what are you thinking about now, Greggie?" Stacey asked.
Gregory turned slightly and looked searchingly at the young girl. "Jesus Christ, Stacey was a miniature of her gorgeous mother. She was the spitting image of the beautiful Charlotte, sitting there not two feet away from him. Greg was completely naked beneath the covers. He never slept with pajamas, they just seemed to get in the way during the night and as he felt the smooth sheets caress his jerking, twitching prick, he shivered a little.
"I was thinking about your lovely mother," Greg said, finally noticing that he could see almost everything beneath Stacey's mini skirt from where he lay on the bed. There were two long, deliciously white areas of thigh and then the blonde pussy area covered with the flimsy pink crotch band of her bikini panties. How the hell old was Stacey Barrett now anyway? All sorts of licentious thoughts started running through his head as he began to recall the cunts he had fucked ... most of them were about fifteen or sixteen, some of them had been a lot older than he. A few as old as his mother! Greg knew a guy at college though who'd gotten into trouble for screwing with a thirteen-year-old twat. That kind of trouble Gregory Bickford didn't want. Besides, it was silly r to think that Stacey would ever consider fucking him!
"I was just thinking about Mummy too, that's the truth," Stacey spoke up. Suddenly she felt much more sure of herself. She sensed an uncertainty in Gregory, and decided to take full advantage of it. "I'm not supposed to see her, you know, except at certain times when Daddy is there with me! I don't even know where she lives now," Stacey added sadly.
"Poor baby," Gregory said, "that's tough luck. She's such great fun!" He took in the swelling curves of Stacey's adolescent boobies and recalled the enormous titties that Charlotte Barrett sported so casually. Shit, when she was walking down the street, those knockers preceded her a good three minutes before the rest of her got there. The thought made him smile and he felt a little more at ease. Stacey was probably lonely, Greg thought. No sense treating her like the proverbial kid sister!
"How old are you now, Stacey?" he asked.
She wrinkled her nose and tossed her long, black hair back. "I wish you wouldn't talk to me like I was a baby! Just for that I won't tell you, it's not important anyway. How old are you, Greggie?"
"Chalk one up for you," Greg laughed. "Well, what are you going to do, just stick around here all day?"
"If it's okay with you, I'd like to," Stacey said, batting her lashes like she'd seen Mummy do. She ran her tongue along the outer surface of her lips, never for a moment taking her eyes off of
Gregory Bickford, holding his gaze each time he looked at her, until he was forced to look away in confusion and embarrassment. As the minutes passed, Gregory began to feel instinctively that his little friend had come for something more than just to pass the time of day. There was something about the vibrations Stacey was giving off, Greg thought, that were too similar to Charlotte's to be believed. It was almost weird. Stacey began to small talk with him about nothing of importance, all in a soft, husky voice that grew lower and more sexy all the while. Her finger curled in her long hair; her tongue moistened her full, naturally red lips often. From time to time, Stacey would adjust her skirt only it seemed to rise higher with each new position she took and Gregory could feel his prick growing, stretching and he was becoming excited.
"I wonder what it would be like to fuck her, or if she's still a virgin?" he thought.
"Do you have lots of girl friends, Greggie?" Stacey asked. "I bet you've had plenty of experiences!"
"A few," Greg replied, becoming more excited. "Quite a few, and you? Do you date boys as yet?"
"No, but I thought maybe you could tell me a few things and that way I'd be able to get some first hand knowledge," Stacey replied evenly. For the first time, she stood up, and approached the single bed. Gregory moved back as though he were afraid she was going to harm him. In fact, he was really afraid of himself. Greg realized that he was afraid he'd rape her as she sat down beside him and he smelled the faint, enticing odor that made his cock lurch.
"So you just want to get everything you can out of me!" Greg said, trying to work up a teasing laugh. But he failed and he was stunned when she answered, "Yes, Greggie, I want everything from you! Will you give it to me?"
Her tiny hands reached forward toward his long hair, the fingers running through it. "I love your hair, you know! It's so long and lovely! Every man should have long hair."
"Yeah, me and Brad White," he said, and then instantly regretted it!
"I know, I was there with them you know, that night in the apartment."
Gregory was horrified. He wondered if she had been watching them screwing, if she had seen everything? But he didn't have to linger over his intriguing thoughts for Stacey's hands were tangling his hair and she was leaning over him, too close, her cologne seemed to swim around him, floating up his flaring nostrils and filling his head with intoxicating lascivious images. Then, Gregory Bickford reached out, his hands circling her small waist, intending to push her forcefully away, but once he was holding her she made an abrupt movement and suddenly landed on top of him. Then, Greg found himself hugging Stacey's slightly trembling figure to his lust-filled body.
"Oh, Gregory!" Stacey whispered into his ear, rapturously, "Please, please! You must do it to me! I want it so badly and I'm so ready! And I don't know any other person who would ... Greggie please!"
"You're not serious, Stacey? You're still a baby, now cut it out! I can't! I mean I wouldn't touch your..." His words were suddenly stopped by the pressure of her excitingly fresh mouth on his. She had never kissed a man, other than Daddy but she had seen her mother kiss plenty of men and had a pretty good idea of what to do. Increasing the pressure of her body against his, she pushed the softness of her mouth against his, parting her lips a little and letting her tongue reach out toward his lips. Stacey could feel her pussy panting and her mouth seemed consumed in flames. She realized that her friend, Greggie, was responding to her kiss, his own tongue coming slowly forward to meet hers, his prick beneath her, several thicknesses of clothing and blankets between them, growing tense and moving upward a little pressing up to meet her belly, her upper thighs, her quivering, itching cunt. Stacey could feel a surge of power coursing through her body and she wondered if it was anything like what Mummy felt before she let them stick their things in her, for Stacey was certain now Greggie was going to do it to her, that she could make him do it!
Gregory's prick was as hard as a red-hot poker and he felt the blood racing in his veins as he felt the warm, soft insides of Stacey Barrett's mouth sucking on his. He had figured out that she couldn't be more than twelve or thirteen at the most and yet he couldn't help feeling that she was somehow mentally much older, older than girls older than she, perhaps even older than he was. "Teach me how! Show me," she murmured into his ear between kisses, her legs beginning to move about over his, her soft belly rubbing slowly in a tormenting motion against his muscular stomach.
The whole idea seemed nauseatingly immoral but. it was all happening so quickly that he didn't know what to think or do about it. Greg thought, "I mustn't touch this baby, I mustn't!" he kept thinking. But still his lips were kissing hers, his body was moving against hers, his prick was ready to burst right up through the blanket, right up through her clothing, panties and all!
Greg heard the sound of Stacey's top zipper being pulled down and did nothing to stop her. Gregory felt horrendous panic seizing his innards as he realized just how serious about getting fucked Stacey was. In the semi-dark room, he could still see her face, the beauty of an angel, but with a look of determination that frightened him. He felt his pecker jerking crazily, the bulbous pecker head growing thick and full with throbbing, insistent blood, his cum-laden balls felt full and heavy and filled with longing for release. Greg watched, amazed as Stacey peeled off her top, her gestures already more expert than an experienced strip-teaser's. Slowly her ivory shoulders were revealed and then her small, yet full titties puffing out a bra that would soon be too small for her. Her waist was almost non-existent, her soft belly, Gregory moaned a little as he saw the rounded, little stomach, the deeply inset belly button with a light trace of youthful blonde pussy fuzz that led down to the pink bikini panties. Several thin little wisps of blonde twat hair stuck out from the tight elastic band that circled each perfectly proportioned thigh. Stacey was an incredible girl, just made for fucking, Greg thought, just like Charlotte, her mother!
"Unhook me, Greggie darling," Stacey asked huskily, turning her back as she sat beside him on the single bed. With only a moment's hesitation Gregory leaned forward and released the taut band of Stacey's bra. It came unhooked with a positive click that seemed to reverberate throughout the room and Gregory felt that the die had been cast once and for all. If Stacey wanted him to teach her, he would! As if he could possibly get out of it!
Turning toward Greg, Stacey offered the splendid view of her cherry-tipped boobies only a few inches from his face.
"Do you want my little thing, Greggie?" Stacey asked.
"Oh, Christ, yes!" Gregory answered, reaching forward to touch the virginal titties before him. His palms cupped the soft, fleshy mounds and then his fingers moved along the already hard nipples, his touch making them instantly harder, stiffening to greater size.
"Oh, Greggie, that feels so wonderful, so good! No one has ever made me feel this way before!" Gregory suddenly reached forward and took one excitedly throbbing hard nipple into his mouth, sucking upon it as though it were a lollipop, while simultaneously his other hand manipulated
Stacey's other titty. Greg pulled her toward him and Stacey adjusted herself so that she was lying beside him. Then, without releasing his mouthful of her luscious booby, he slid the comforter back, enfolding her inside and pressing her up against the naked length of his body.
"Oh, darling!" Stacey cried. Gregory's thick, long prick bounced against her soft belly spearing hard into her and then lying flat against her as she was pressed against the huge cudgel. His cock felt gigantic to her and Stacey wondered about Greggie's whang if it was supposed to be that monstrous. She had seen her daddy naked once when he forgot to lock his bedroom door, but his had been limp looking and hanging down and Bradford White's had too at least as much as she'd seen of him. As she recalled now his lower front had been hidden from her view most of the time she had observed him with Mummy. She felt terrified and hesitant because now Greggie seemed so different, so sure of himself! After all he knew what he was doing, and she was just a beginner! But still, Stacey's excitement and determination gave her the courage she needed, and she tried to ignore the immense whang that moved so ominously against her flat young belly. Stacey tried to think of something else, perhaps she could get Greggie to do to her with his mouth and tongue what Bradford White had done to Mummy!
But, Gregory seemed to have ideas of his own. He felt completely overwhelmed by desire, completely out of his head. The voluptuous little girl-woman who clung to him in his own bed was driving him up the walls. His mouth moved up from her titties to her mouth again and he kissed her hard, moving his tongue far into her throat until Stacey had trouble breathing. Meanwhile his hands moved down under the comforter and hooking his thumbs into her soft, pink bikini panties, Greg pulled them completely away from her delicious little loins and Stacey kicked her feet a little and they were off. He cupped his hands beneath the firmly rounded globes of her now completely naked ass-cheeks, feeling the skin warm and smooth on his palms. The tiny furry triangle of her quaking cunt hair rubbed up against his prick and he wiggled his cock and balls against her, feeling her whole body start to tremble against his. Her naked body felt so wonderfully good against him and Greg began to speak huskily to her. "Oh, Stacey, you're so lovely, so desirable!" Greg felt intoxicated by her delightful closeness. Her titties were smashed hard against his chest and now his hand moved down along her belly between them and the closer he got to her cunt, the hotter he became. Stacey had started moaning and mewling now, as if she understood where his hand was headed. His fingers crawled along the roundness of her belly and then touched the upper fringe of her furry twat.
"So virginal and innocent," Greg murmured against her mouth. "It's so beautiful!" His index finger searched downward and his fuckstick lurched against her tummy. It grazed his own arm as his hand pushed between them and it felt hot and moist and ready. His mind was psyching out.
He was almost there, almost touching her blonde pussy. The little probing finger was beneath his index finger and he pushed down into it, feeling the friction of Stacey's cunt hair giving against it as moisture met the tip of his probing finger. Moisture, incredible warmth, and twitching anticipation made him almost choke on his own spit.
"Oh, Lord!" Gregory Bickford's finger dipped into her tiny, virginal cunt and she could feel the ripples of moisture and pleasure emanating from her trembling twat! Her entire body felt drawn toward his unbelievable prick and Stacy felt ready for whatever was bound to happen to her. She felt warm, desired and beautiful like Mummy. By moving her hips ever so slightly she forced Greggie's finger to push still deeper in her virgin cunt. The full length of it lay along the trembling gash of her vulnerable pussy, and then Gregory began revolving it and moving it down still further, and then it was moving into another area, the little untouched virginal fuck-hole that Stacey hadn't even thought much about. But the tiny opening was there and Greg's finger moved undauntedly on, until it filled the small, tiny opening. "Oh, Greggie, it feels so marvelous!" Stacey cried. It was excitingly different. And yet, courageously, Stacey realized that Greggie expected to get that tremendously huge pecker of his into her tiny cunny. Dear God, there was just barely enough room for his index finger. But how wonderful his finger felt! Stacey wriggled her hips a little more, feeling her cunny become more relaxed and open, feeling Greg's thick finger slide up still further inside it. Stacey gasped and nobly tried to open her legs further so as to assist him. Her hands clung around his neck, her lips now a permanent part of his mouth. Gregory was panting heavily into her mouth and his chest heaved against her titties. He felt so muscular and hard as a rock! And still the bulbous purple head of his gigantic prick pressed and jerked against her shimmering belly and she could feel an excited wetness seeping from his cock's unseeing eye onto her legs.
Gregory felt the little tight fuck passage of his visitor's youthful cunt sliding along his finger. He clenched his teeth and tried to think of his political science course to keep from shooting his cum right there and then. He snaked his finger forward slightly, forcing Stacey's whole body still closer against him. She cried out with delight as he touched her womb and began to tickle the sensitive area at the far end of her little pussy. Greg felt himself sweating as Stacey moaned, "Oh, Greggie, I never knew anything could feel so great! I never realized!"
Furiously, Greg kept on moving his finger back and forth, up and down, his hand taking on a bizarre sort of rhythm that had to do with the way her body became hotter and hornier, profusely and the way he reacted to it. The wet folds of her enflamed little screw box engulfed his finger hungrily and her body molded to his as though she were trying to get inside of him. Greg could feel his pecker being pressed beyond endurance against her rounded belly, and Greg moaned to himself, feeling with his thumb the pulsing button of her clitty deep in her twat valley with each surge of his finger. The little cock twitched and expanded beneath his massaging action and Stacey let out a continuous moan of passionate delight.
"Aaaaaggghhhh! Oooohhhhh!" Stacey moaned, her little pussy gyrating about madly now so that he hardly had to move his finger, she was doing it all for him!
"What a hot little pussy just like her mother!" Gregory thought to himself as all of Stacey's innocence churned around his index finger and his thumb. Then, suddenly, he felt her flooding cunt contracting, everything insane going seemed to be inside there. A guttural moan came from her throat, and Greg said to himself, "Oh, shit, if I only had my prick in that hot twat!" Using all the strength and power that was being demanded of him, Greg yelled out, "Here it is!" and rammed his finger as high up into the delightful, dark climaxing fuck-passage as he could. At the same time his iron-hard pecker dug fiercely into the softly giving belly and his yell caught in his throat.
Suddenly, Greg realized he was climaxing too. His prick started spewing his boiling sperm against Stacey's pure, smooth young tummy, wave after wave of pure heaven engulfing him as his thick, hot cum spurted over her naked flesh. His body ground spasmodically into hers, his finger still moving, still thrusting, still tickling, the pressure lighter now, but still there. The delicate pink flesh of her pussy moved and contracted as Stacey continued to orgasm deliciously around his screwing finger. Stacey clung tightly to him, whimpering now and crying out her fuck pleasure, tears streaming down her cheeks and for a long while they shuddered together in the darkness, neither one of them thinking about anything at all, until suddenly, Stacey twisted her pouring cunny about once more, coming down hard against his still-fucking finger. Abruptly, she started cuming again, the profuse and prolific climaxes almost making her faint dead away. Her thighs were shivering against Greg's hard muscled thighs, her cunt greedily demanding more fuck pleasure, more orgasms from her young lover.
Greggie! Oh, Greggie, do it to me again! I want to cum and cum for the rest of my life ... forever and ever! Greggie, please! Make me cum again!! !
CHAPTER THREE
Harvey Barrett looked at his watch. Four-thirty and Stacey hadn't returned yet. Her handsome father wondered if he shouldn't start calling a few people to track her down, and make her get herself home. It was starting to get dark and in New York, thirteen-year-old girls didn't run around the streets after dark.
He started toward the phone and then stopped. No, he couldn't do anything so parental to Stacey. Chances are she and her girlfriend had gone to a Saturday matinee and she'd be embarrassed at his checking up on her. Chances were that she was on her way home at that very moment.
Then, Harvey decided to go out for a walk and get a little air. He felt utterly miserable as he walked down Fifth Avenue and turned onto Seventy-first street. He hadn't been able to get rid of his booze headache despite the aspirins he had taken and he knew he was going to have to have a scotch or two to make himself right again. He and Bill Morrissey had killed the whole bottle of Glenclivet last night and Harvey wondered now just how much he'd told his lawyer about Charlotte and her fuck affairs! He still recalled, however, with considerable embarrassment that he'd jerked off, masturbated like some fucking kid, after Bill had left.
"Masturbating, for shit's sake, and calling for Charlotte! I'm really going out of my skull!"
He crossed Madison Avenue and turned left and headed toward a cocktail lounge where he knew he could get something to eat as well as the scotch he so desperately needed.
The small clock on Greggie's bureau sounded the half-hour and Stacey got to her feet. She found that she was a little dizzy and she swayed slightly and sat back down, aware of Greggie's eyes staring at her.
"May I have something to eat?" Stacey asked weakly.
"Certainly, just a sec," Greg said. He lifted himself up and opened the drapes just a little. It was a beautiful evening outside he saw, but he had no desire to participate in it. He felt fine and cozy and wonderful staying in his little pad with Stacey Barrett. Greg decided that they had many more things to do before this evening was over, and he eagerly anticipated the coming fuck sessions.
Harvey looked around the posh, dimly-lit bar and nodded to Mario, the Maitre 'd. He thought Mario looked at him strangely and he couldn't understand why until he glanced down at the end of the bar and saw Charlotte sitting there. He thought he would fall through the floor. Somehow it had never occurred to him that even though they were no longer together, Charlotte might frequent the same places they used to go together. She hadn't noticed him and Harvey knew that even if she had she wouldn't have ceased her blatant flirting with the handsome man beside her. Filled with anger and jealousy, Harvey nevertheless sat down at the other end of the bar, where he could observe his beautiful ex-wife quite clearly in the mirror. She was just as beautiful as ever, he realized, if anything, she was even more gorgeous than before. Her new freedom seemed to agree with her, he hated to admit, even to himself.
"Double Chevas Regal, straight, Jimmy," Harvey ordered. Then when the drink was put before him, he said, "How long has Charlotte been here?"
Jimmy held up a finger indicating an hour, then stared at Harvey wondering if he was going to make trouble for him that early Saturday evening. Apparently deciding that for the moment at least things would be quiet, he replied, "Oh, I forgot to mention before many congratulations! You're your own man now, aren't you? How does it feel?"
"Great," Harvey replied and then thinking it over, repeated, "Great!" Down at the other end of the bar, a red-haired girl sat alone, dreamily sipping a martini. Harvey had noticed her appraising him carefully when he first walked in, but now, he tried to summon up the bravado of the days when he had been a young stud looking around for available cunt. It had been fun, he recalled, and why shouldn't he have some fun now. Thirty four was a long way from twenty-one, but what else was there to life anyway if there wasn't any kicks. Charlotte seemed to be trying to tell him that all the time, and the fact that she was thirty-one didn't seem to have put her out to pasture!
Jimmy fixed him a fresh drink and noticed Harvey's staring eyes at the lovely redhead, who was now smiling back at Harvey. With a sigh of relief, Jimmy nodded toward her, "Jackie, I'd like you to meet my friend, Harvey here. Harvey meet Jackie!" This done, Jimmy went over and started talking to a pert, dark-haired girl who had just walked in. She was an expensive call-girl off duty and Jimmy was trying to get some of that cunt for free.
Harvey took one last look in the mirror, and saw Charlotte tilt her head back in that special way of hers, laughing, showing all her white teeth, her big titties heaving while the blonde man beside her looked down her low-cut dress. She must have spotted him by then, Harvey thought and then almost angrily, he turned back to Jackie and invited her to sit at a table with him.
The redhead happily agreed and soon they were sitting at a small table in a corner of the cocktail lounge where the light was dimmest. Harvey realized that they were in plain view of Charlotte and he was delighted. For the first time, he really noticed the appearance of the red-haired lovely next to him, who had been discussing politics but Harvey hadn't heard a word she had said. He felt like a dirty old man when he realized that she was very young. Jackie couldn't have been much older than eighteen, if that. Her long red hair fell in straight shiny strands, stopping just over her shoulders to curl neatly at the ends. Her large hazel-green eyes sparkled and her mouth formed ovaled circles as she spoke. She also smelled enticingly. But what in God's name was she talking about now? Harvey forced himself to listen to her words.
". . . so since I broke up with my boyfriend, I usually go to The Velvet Horn on Saturday nights, but, you know, something? I had a perception, sort of like E.S.P., you know, a mental vibration, telling me to come here to Rickie's Place, maybe because something special was going to happen to me, is that clear? Do you understand? Do you get mental waves like that sometimes? When I do, I just follow my instincts and obey!"
"That's very interesting, most unusual," Harvey said. Charlotte was looking straight at them, he saw from the corner of his eye, and suddenly he broke out into a wide smile and put his arm around Jackie.
"What's that concoction you're drinking, Jackie, baby? A martini?" he asked her.
"Oh, yes, of course. I never drink anything but martinis," Jackie replied. "Anything else makes me ill!"
"All right. How about another? I'm going to have another scotch!" Harvey's arm was raised and Jimmy behind the bar was already starting to make up the order. Harvey's face was pressed close to the redhead's but she didn't mind at all. In fact, she was extremely friendly. She was wearing a greeen taffeta mini that accentuated her gorgeous, voluptuous figure. If he had intentionally set out to make Charlotte jealous, he couldn't have picked a more appropriate female. Harvey was now excitedly determined to have an evening of fun! Beneath the table, he could feel Jackie's legs pressed against his, there was barely room under there for them to do otherwise, but still, he knew that the contact was more than accidental. Jackie obviously thought that Harvey had been sent to her by the fates, and he thought to himself why the fuck not?
The third double scotch tasted much better and it didn't matter at all that Jackie insisted upon drinking the expensive martinis. She seemed to be able to follow his moods quite well, and soon they were laughing happily about nothing at all, while Harvey felt his leg growing hot where hers touched it. He let his arm encircle the graceful slope of her shoulders and once or twice let his hand drop down in an explorative gesture to test her reaction when he felt up her titties. Each time she would laugh and pull away.
"Oh, Harvey, that drives me out of my skull!" Jackie declared once. "I'll just go off my bean!"
"Just for kicks, how old are you anyway, Jackie, baby?" Harvey asked, his interest in her growing by the second.
"Just turned seventeen, but don't tell Jimmy! He thinks I'm eighteen because I have a fake identification. I don't really like to lie, he just wouldn't serve me if he knew the truth!"
"Fuck it!" Harvey thought, Jackie's only a few years older than Stacey!" For a minute he wondered if Stacey was home yet and if she would have made herself something to eat by now. There was a roast and a casserole in the refrigerator. A guilty feeling overcame him as he realized that here he was Stacey's only guardian now and here he was, just as bad as Charlotte, sitting in a bar getting loaded trying to make out on an early Saturday evening. But, Harvey heard an intimate laugh emanating from the bar that could only be Charlotte's voice. Harvey remembered once again that he owed it to himself to have a ball, to have a more enjoyable time than Charlotte was having!
With increasing pressure, he let his leg push heavily against Jackie's young, firm thigh. She was wearing a full mini skirt that seemed to slip between their two legs easily and Harvey moved his hand slowly and easily down under the table, letting it fall casually on Jackie's leg. She didn't act as though she noticed when he lifted the crinkly taffeta skirt up, inching with his fingers, but he could tell that she was eagerly anticipating his moves to see just how far he would really go. Jackie grew softer and more eager against him and though she continued talking at the same rate of speed, there were brief pauses between her constant flow of conversation, pauses that let Harvey know that she liked what he was doing.
Suddenly, the strains of a currently popular tune could be heard in the bar. A small combo had begun to play in the dining room and the lilting melodies of subdued classics circled the bar. Harvey could feel the effects of the many scotches he'd had, but somehow still he wanted more. He could feel sweat starting out on his forehead as his fingers rose along the naked thigh that pressed so willingly against him. An inner voice made him pause a moment, his hand resting lightly against the bare, white thigh.
"You're a filthy beast, Barrett, taking advantage of this young girl!"
It was the same old repression whenever he had had sex, ever since he'd been a boy and his father had caught him jerking his little cock off in the cellar one rainy day when he was nine. His father had stared at him coldly, had made him go without dinner and made him stay in his room for a week, just coming out to go to school and eat. Harvey had never really gotten over that traumatic experience because Charlotte had told him many times that he had some kind of sexual hang-up. But he couldn't do anything about it and that was why he couldn't do some of the things that Charlotte wanted him to do, even when he, himself, wanted to! Harvey Barrett just could not!
"Aaaaaaaggghhh, Harvey, darling!" Jackie moaned. "Harvey, baby!" The smooth, satiny skin fairly mewled under his fingers, and Harvey longed to see what Jackie looked like stark naked. He was getting hotter and hotter by the second and his middle finger reached the elastic leg band of her silken panties.
"You don't have to go that route," Jackie whispered huskily. "They're the new bikinis. The twat area is completely open."
Harvey held his breath and found his fingers moving as though they had a mind of their own toward the pussy between the redhead's inner thighs. His fingers touched several tiny curling strands of springy, furry cunt hair that protected the open, eager twat gash between Jackie's legs.
"Ahhhhggghh!" she groaned loudly and Harvey saw several people turn their heads to see what was happening to her. Extremely embarrassed and flushed with excitement, Harvey hurriedly removed his fingers from the flooding wetness of the lovely redhead's cunt.
"We'll have to leave and go elsewhere, Jackie, doll," Harvey said to her in a whisper. He rose and found that his prick was as hard as a rock. Fumbling for his wallet he extracted two fives and threw them on the table. Then he and Jackie left the table.
"This experience is so very important to me, Harvey," Jackie was saying. "Extremely important. This is going to be a very special evening for me."
They were walking toward the door of Rickie's
Place and Jimmy was smiling and waving goodbye. At the end of the bar, Harvey saw Charlotte look up as he went by. "Terrific!" he thought, "absolutely great!" And then he and Jackie were outside. It was considerably cooler and pitch dark outside now and Harvey suddenly realized that they had no place to go, since Jackie had already mentioned that she lived in a hotel for women and wasn't allowed guests in her room.
Jackie stood clinging to his arm expectantly as he hesitated. Finally he took her to the garage where he parked his car, and opening the door for her, ushered her into his '70 Buick.
Harvey climbed in and started the car. What the fuck was he going to do now?
"Let's take a drive down to the docks. There's plenty of places there!" Jackie suggested, and they started off. He headed his car down to the waterfront, stopping at a few places but finding them already occupied with screwing couples. Harvey Barrett was very much aware of Jackie's presence beside him because she kept moving closer and closer. He remembered how her bikini panties were cut out around her cunt area, and his prick got hard and erect again. Suddenly he felt her hand on his leg. He grabbed onto the wheel and brought the car back into control, trying to hide his surprise. But her hand kept on moving on his thigh.
"Such beautiful, muscular thighs. You know you remind me of my very first boyfriend. He had beautiful thighs, he could have been a male model!"
Shortly before that and without Harvey's knowledge, Stacey had passed their car as she made her way back uptown on the bus from the Village and Greggie.
Harvey tried to overcome the feeling of stunned shock that he had, but he couldn't quite get over the fact that this beautiful redhead's hand was moving closer and nearer to his hard pecker and balls and the fact that she had just made reference to her first boyfriend hadn't done anything to help matters any. Gritting his teeth, he finally drew up near an empty dark dock. He knew it was dangerous, he could be held up, beaten or even killed. But he had to sink his cock into Jackie's cunt before he exploded!
Stopping the car suddenly brought Jackie's fingers in direct contact with the erect hardness of his pecker and he heard her gasp at the same time he did. His heated blood was coursing through his body furiously and he choked back a strangled cry as he felt her fingers fumbling with his zipper. With a growing sense of excitement, Harvey felt her tugging at it and then pulling it all the way down. Then, as the car came to an abrupt stop, Jackie reached inside to massage his boiling, hard pecker. It jerked in her hands like a snake being defanged, but Jackie held onto it, fondling it gently at first, and then more boldly.
"Ohhhh, Harvey," he heard her say, her voice coming in little gasps, "Oh, God, what a beautiful prick!"
Jackie's fingers rubbed up and down creating an incredible friction on his stone-hard whang that almost sent Harvey out of his horny skull!
"Jesus Christ, Jackie," he mumbled, "what the fuck are you doing?"--
"Don't make a sound, darling!" Jackie said, her voice coming harshly from her throat and seemingly choked with emotion. He tore his eyes away from his huge cock and looked into Jackie's face and saw that her features were tense, her lips slightly parted, her eyes dull, undisguised lust was written across her lovely, young face so clearly that it frightened him. He turned back and said, "Maybe we'd better go, it's pretty dark and, and. . . "
"Oh, no, Harvey! We can't go now! Oh, your prick, your gorgeous prick is soooo huge, soooo wonderful, won't you fuck my pussy soon? I just can't wait, I have to have that marvelous cock deep, deep inside my pussy, I can almost feel it now! Oh, Christ, Harvey, your dong's so sticky and wet and the head is so large and satiny and smooth! Oh, I love to feel it!"
Then just as he thought he was going to have to cum right then and there all over the car and himself, Jackie made a sudden movement closer to him and he had a flash of her long red hair gleaming in the lights of a passing car as her lips bent to envelope his aching prickhead warmly inside the moist, warm cave of her mouth.
"Oh, fuck it all, Jackie!" Harvey cried out. "Oh, Jesus Christ!"
"Ummmmmmm!" Jackie replied, her throat plugged by the enormous length of Harvey's excitedly quivering whang. It filled her mouth completely and utterly and her small rounded lips were stretched to their utmost to accept the warm, pulsating mass of cock flesh. Jackie gulped and felt the tip of his huge pecker emitting small drops of viscous semen, slipping directly into her throat. She swallowed them greedily, and then breathing hard, brought her head up a little, and then a little more, sliding it all the way and then a little more, sliding it all the way up finally, her tongue drawing a thick sensuous line along the throbbing, heavy, blue-veined stem of his fuckstick.
"No, don't start up the car! It's better when we're quiet and the car's not bouncing up and down! Don't let's go, Harvey!"
He obeyed her, without quite knowing why. Perhaps it was because Jackie had a strong grasp on his fuckstick. It was like she had control of his entire future. She could ask Harvey to do anything at this moment and he would probably at least think about giving it a try!
This strange, beautiful redhead had an awful lot of persuasion and she was using it all on him right now. Rut Harvey Barrett couldn't complain, not with those sensuously slender fingers gliding up and down his impossibly swollen pecker, fondling it, soothing it, treating it to the most obscene rubdown he'd ever had in his life, Charlotte notwithstanding.
Jackie was whimpering and mewling beside him, while her fingers moved and when he began to moan softly, she started talking to him around his prick in a low, mewling voice, almost unrecognizable as her own. It was all like some goddamned wet dream!
Harvey was lost in the thrilling manipulations of Jackie's fabulous hands, his long, thick prick wagging and jerking erotically.
Jackie's lips then circled the upper section of his. cockhead, slipping about along the rubbery velvet surface, her teeth just barely touching on the outside, her tongue hot and slurping wherever it touched. Back down again Jackie went on his prick and the slurping noise of her hungrily sucking mouth filled the Buick with obscene wet licking noises. Harvey's face was burning with a feverish sensual arousal and embarrassment, but he couldn't hold back any longer. All along his hard pecker he could feel it starting to happen, his heavy balls still hidden within his trousers were tensed ready to expel his gobby sperm and it was going to happen any instant now, Harvey knew for certain.
Up and down, back and forth, Jackie's lips revolved lewdly enjoying the monstrous thick pole of hardened male prick flesh that separated them. It was clear that she enjoyed every second of it and her obvious enjoyment made his even greater.
"Harvey, make believe this is my cunny and I've shaved it for you!" Jackie mumbled suddenly and then her mouth slithered back down upon his fuckstick, tight and hard, smoothly giving to accept the lustful passage of his huge whang easing it right up into the farthest unfucked regions of her throat.
And then, Harvey shot off his cum wad! His semen started out and then it was splashing hotly into the back of her mouth. He could hear Jackie sputtering, trying to swallow it all down, feel still more coming out as he took one hand off the steering wheel to push the top of her head down still further onto his wildly spewing cock. Harvey felt as though his senses had left him. There was nothing else in the world but this voluminous prick juice shooting there in the dark by the waterfront caused by a beautiful redhead he hardly knew, who said he reminded her of her first love. Harvey was in Seventh Heaven! He wanted this to go on forever, never to end. He had never known such bliss in his entire life!
It was incredibly wonderful! Harvey Barrett felt like the top of his skull was flying off. His orgasm was so completely fulfilling, and deep and satisfying seeming to swell within him, filling him with warmth and giving his frustrated life new purpose.
"Oh, Jackie! Jackie, my darling!" Harvey cried out. Jackie's red head bobbed rhythmically upon his rapidly deflating whang and her mouth clung to the liquid pleasure in his whang, sucking sweetly upon it and bringing its startling memory back again and again in steadily decreasing doses. It seemed to be still shooting off, and then it seemed to be shooting off still and then it reached that point of no return and suddenly came back again. His fuckpole was getting hard and erect, filling up Jackie's mouth again!
Jackie's head moved up. Gasping, she asked pleadingly, "Take me to a bed and fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before! Please, Harvey take me where we can be comfortable and fuck me insane!"
There was silence as Harvey started the car, silence as he made a quick turn and turned the car toward town. Jackie's mouth settled excitedly back down onto his quivering prick, sucking gently, licking it like an all-day sucker, biding her time, knowing she was on her way to get fucked.
Harvey headed for his apartment on Fifth Avenue. He hoped Stacey was home and sound asleep by now. He knew he was taking a great risk in taking Jackie home, but he couldn't help himself. He had to fuck her at any price. He had to, regardless of the cost!
CHAPTER FOUR
It was nearly ten-thirty when Stacey let herself into the apartment. It was dark and silent and Stacey was glad that Daddy had gone out. He wouldn't know what time she came home and besides she was certain he would know what she had been up to.
She took a hot bath, put on her nightgown and got into bed, humming to herself. Stacey was very happy, she felt so womanly, so adultish. Greggie had finger-fucked her practically all day and she had cum so many times she had lost count. Greggie had wanted to stick his huge thick cock up into her little hole, but she was afraid to let him. Greg had told her he had lover's nuts and needed to fuck her, but Stacey refused. Finally, the last time he fucked her with his finger, he also masturbated and they had had their orgasms simultaneously.
Later, as she was leaving, Greg begged her to come the next Saturday, but Stacey didn't make a firm commitment. She was afraid that next time he might insist upon shoving that monstrous prick into her!
Stacey was brought out of her reverie by a noise. Quickly she put the light out and closed her eyes as though she were sleeping in case Daddy decided to check up on her. Then, she heard the noise, but he seemed to be walking on tip-toe, trying not to wake her up. It was just as well she thought. She didn't want to talk to him anyway, not feeling the way she did. No sense taking any chances, she would wait to face him in the morning. Stacey wasn't afraid; she knew it was her father. She burrowed down into her sheets and felt herself slipping away into sleep. Suddenly, she heard the door to her father's room shut rather loudly. She listened for a while, and when she heard nothing further, Stacey started to fall into a well-deserved sleep. She felt herself nodding when suddenly, another strange noise made her open her eyes and sit up in her bed. The sound was like a steady knocking or squeaking that Stacey couldn't identify.
Wide-awake and curious now, Stacey jumped from her bed to investigate the unusual noise.
As the door unexpectedly slammed behind them, Harvey looked around his untidy room. Mrs. Sherman wouldn't be cleaning until Monday and already his room looked like a drunken sailor had occupied it for the night! But Jackie didn't seem to notice. When he turned to her, she smiled almost shyly up at him as though she had never sucked his prick and swallowed his sperm and Harvey marveled at the lovely redhead's simplistic attitude. Sex seemed so natural to her and probably to most of her generation while to him it was still a horrible embarrassment, a guilt ridden yet wonderful invention that ruled his life in some unpredictable manner. She knew what she wanted and went after it, while he hesitated always and no matter what was offered to him, he was cautious and hesitant, feeling a horrible mixture of dread, guilt and eager anticipation!
Jackie sat down at the edge of the bed and he gazed at her, drinking in her beauty. "You're so beautiful!" Harvey said, "so fucking gorgeous!" His face burned with desire and he wanted to tear Jackie's clothes from her to see what she was like under that green taffeta mini dress. "Will you undress for me, Jackie?" he asked.
"All right," she replied simply, beginning by leaning forward to slip off her shoes. Her stocking-less toes wriggled happily with their new freedom and Jackie started to undo her zipper in the back. As he watched her, Harvey began to take off his clothes too. Absentmindedly, his trousers, shoes and socks and shirt were all discarded onto the fur rug of the bedroom, the same straw rug that his daughter Stacey's mother and he had bought in Paris years ago on their honeymoon. But, he told himself as he saw Jackie lifting her arms to remove her mini dress, there is no wife called Charlotte anymore! I'm a single man now, I can do anything I want to do with whomever I please!
Jackie's lovely titties appeared soft and pink, not as huge as Charlotte's but large enough. Her nipples were as large as ripe berries, taking up the whole front of the area of the soft titty flesh. Tenderly, Jackie massaged them, her face taking on a reflective expression, as though she were performing a ceremony alone. She stood, and the green taffeta fell to her feet and daintily she stepped out of it. Then she poised for him, still wearing her panties, but nothing else, smiling broadly, but unable to hide her growing lust that was showing in her eyes.
Harvey removed his jockey shorts, the last article of clothing he was wearing. He started toward her and he saw her beautiful body shiver. So, fucking did mean something to her after all, Harvey thought. He took in every inch of her voluptuous, perfectly formed body. Her panties were green and were pushed so low on her hips that he was able to see the upper fringes of her furry, red pussy hair. Her waist was tiny the type that flared to full hips and full thighs. In spite of being a modern-day unconventional girl, she had an old-fashioned type of figure, the kind a man could really get his prick into.
"Aren't you going to take those off?" Harvey was right up to her now, standing directly in front of her. He touched her green bikini panties with the cut-out crotch with his finger. Harvey's voice was deep and low and ready.
"Sometimes I like to wear them when a man's fucking me with his big prick," Jackie replied, lifting her arms to place them around his neck. She pulled his head down so that her mouth could reach his, and suddenly they were molding together, clinging in an ecstasy of yearning desire. "Remember, Harvey, they're open at the crotch," she said, before her tongue went into his mouth. She moaned as his huge fuckstick pressed against her white, naked belly, and he drew her tight up against him, picking her up bodily from the floor and holding her against him, turning her around in his hands, feeling the hills and valleys of her magnificent body with his hands while his mouth ground hard against hers smashing her lips brutally as he delighted in the feel of her lovely titties against his chest. Then he was pushing her backward, over onto the bed. Her long, red hair fanned out behind her and she lay back heavily while Harvey jumped on top of her. He put his arms out to brace himself so that she wouldn't get all his weight and then he let himself drop onto the passionate girl so that she was crushed hard down into the mattress.
"Oh, Jesus, Harvey, hurry!" Jackie cried, but he was beyond hearing anything. He was obsessed with the idea of fucking her and he would do it if it killed him! His tongue entered her mouth again and she swallowed it hungrily as if she couldn't get enough of that wonderful organ!
His muscular legs pressed against her and on her white belly lay the burgeoning blood-engorged length of his prick.
Quickly, Harvey parted her legs and pulling her up a little bit under him, let the enormous bulbous head of his pecker slip obscenely between the green folds of Jackie's panties. The split material gave way and admitted his fuckstick and his thick donghead throbbed against her tender, red-haired cunt. He moved his cock back and forth against the hair-covered mound, moaning and calling out to his wife substitute.
"Oh, my darling, your pussy is so nice! Oh, God, you feel so good!"
Jackie mashed her screw box up against him, her fuck passage aching for his huge, hard meat!
"Oh, shove it in me, Harvey, hurry! Please hurry!" she cried, her hands reaching out to grasp hold of his hard ass-cheeks. His hands were tweaking and pulling at her titties, rubbing the nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hot hand. Jackie was in practically a faint of sensual excitement. Her boobies throbbed and her moist cunny grew wetter as she felt the blunt tip of Harvey's fleshy prick gouging into her twat, searching for the entrance to her fuck-hole. Any second now Jackie knew his cock would be in her and she would feel the magnificent sensation that never ceased to amaze her, the completely fulfilling entry of a man's pecker shoved high into her belly.
"Ohhhhh, Jesus! Ohhhhh, Christ!" Jackie started to push her hips up higher and higher. "Oh, God, fuck me!" she cried. "I can't bear to wait another second!"
The bulbous rubbery head of Harvey's prick was suddenly still, it had dropped downward between Jackie's fleshy pussy lips and was now poised directly centered at the entrance of her tight cunt channel. It began to insert itself into the small opening, parting the soft reddish curls of Jackie's hair slowly at first and then faster and faster. Jackie's muscles started jerking involuntarily, the tendons of her thighs so taut that she thought they might snap. A low mewl started somewhere deep in her throat as the fleshy folds of her twitching pussy opened slowly, heatedly, admitting the hardened male whang that wanted to tear her cunt to pieces. A few strands of the fringe of cunny hair around the opening stuck to his pecker as it pushed and she felt a sudden twinge of pain and then it disappeared and Harvey was ramming his cock halfway up into her pussy.
"Eeeeeggghhh! Aaaaagghhhh!" Jackie chanted, and Harvey cupped his hand over her mouth.
"Please, be quiet, Jackie! I don't want Stacey to hear us!" She nodded to show she understood and then with one more incredible push he rammed his prick into her again. Jackie thought she was being torn apart by the horrendous thickness of Harvey Barrett's gigantic pecker. He kept pushing and lunging into her now, never letting up for a moment into her and she couldn't catch her breath. His fierce lunge hurt her, his cock was so enormous that she almost wanted to beg him to stop and yet underneath it all she could feel something give away inside her, something being ground down by this wonderful hard whang. She had never felt anything like it before in her life! Her tightly clenched cuntal muscles fought back against Harvey's ramming as best they could and then finally gave up before the battering ram. Her trembling ass-cheeks slammed down into the mattress and high up in her fuck passage, Jackie gratefully accepted the magnificent fucking. Each prick lunge was bringing her closer to orgiastic release, every movement their screwing bodies made was absolutely perfect! Jackie's legs snaked up to clench around his back, her heels digging into his ribs as Jackie's groans escaped her lips.
"Oh, baby, it's so wonderful!" Jackie cried out, "You're such a fantastic fucker!" The tender inner flesh of her young, hair-lined cunt was being buffeted unmercifully beneath the fucking of his massive cock and now Jackie mewled and groaned with increasing passion as her cunt began to fill with an incredible ecstasy. His muscular weight was splitting her, her legs were flailing out more and more. His giant pecker would pull back all the way out to the end of his dong, and then find her hole and lunge back in, all the way in!
"You goddamned bastard! You're the most beautiful fucker I've ever had!" Jackie yelled. "You fuck so goooood!" she added as Harvey grabbed her fleshy, full ass-cheeks and lifted her entire cunt area up higher to meet his lustful attack.
Stacey Barrett could hardly believe the spectacle before her when she looked through Harvey's key hole and she saw the most fantastic view of her daddy's ass-cheeks that she'd ever seen. Not only could she see his muscular ass but she could see his obscenely swinging hairy balls and on occasion the juicily glistening stalk of his thickly engorged prick as it withdrew from the fully spread, red-haired cunt that gyrated beneath him.
"Oh, dear God!" Stacey whispered out loud!
She was wearing her special nightgown, the one with the white mink collar and cuffs that her parents had given her for her last birthday. But, beneath its innocent covering, Stacey's miniature-woman's body shivered with a delicious awareness as she continued to look at the changed personality of her staid, banker father.
"Something must have happened to change him! He's not so boring after all!" Stacey thought, her heart pounding wildly. She gasped as she saw Harvey Barrett's enormous whang fucking over and over again into the young redhead's cunt, sending her several inches up across the bed each time he rammed into her. And now she could hear the redhead's moans and could see that the leather head board pounding against the wall was the noise that had awakened her.
Stacey looked with astonishment at the gigantic size of Harvey's hardened fuckstick. It was at least twice as big as her friend, Greggie Bickford's! And yet, now that she had seen Greggie's cock and had held it in her hands and not felt it inside her little pussy, she felt less frightened at her daddy's. It was also immediately obvious to Stacey that it was causing the lovely young girl to feel the most exquisite sensations! Sensations that Stacey too wanted to feel! A bolt of jealousy charged through her as she scrutinized the entire licentious spectacle! Harvey seemed so sure of himself! Stacey had never really thought of her daddy in that light. It had always seemed to Stacey that it was her mother who had always seemed the strong one, the more certain one, but now he seemed so masterful to her and a peculiar kind of pride mingled with her jealousy along with the start of another, more intense feeling in the core of her pussy as she continued to watch them!
Harvey scootched up between Jackie's flailing legs, perspiring profusely so that small droplets of sweat fell from his forehead onto Jackie's heaving titties. He was thinking peculiar thoughts, just letting the maze of fleeting images flow through his mind. They were mostly about Charlotte, his wife. Harvey knew he would never get used to thinking of her as his ex-wife, Charlotte would always be his wife! He visualized her watching him fuck this seventeen-year-old beauty, visualized her becoming outraged and jealous, although deep down Harvey knew that Charlotte would not be jealous at all.
Then he pretended he was fucking Charlotte, writhing and squirming beneath him, her tautly screwing little cunt milking his pecker for all it was worth, Charlotte's clasping pussy that caused such acute twinges of pleasure in his cock and balls.
Jackie Holtzen lay back on the bed. dazed and being deliciously screwed, letting Harvey's big thick fuckstick fill every section of her fuck channel, stretching her tight, red-haired pussy in every direction. She cried out with long, unearthly moans, marveling at how marvelous his pecker felt, wanting the delicious fucking to continue forever!
Outside Harvey's door, Stacey Barrett bit her lips, one tiny, white hand slipping down to fondle her so recently aroused adolescent cunt. "Oh, God, Daddy! I want you to fuck me!"
From the roots of her flowing, long, blonde hair to the tips of her white, wiggling toes, Stacey felt filled with a new and powerful desire for her own father to screw her. She was sure that that red-haired girl wasn't much older than she was and her Daddy's enormous whang didn't seem to be hurting her! In fact, the girl seemed to be enjoying his cock immensely!
Beneath her nightgown, Stacey's budding titties brushed sensuously against the gold fabric, and her tight, blondish curls of her hair-fringed cunt tangled between her greedy, hungry fingers with a seeming eagerness, a new readiness for finger-fucking pleasure. The small blonde pussy triangle nestled between her gently tapering loins and was ready for anything! Her velvety, inner twat flesh responded tremulously to the rubbing of her middle finger and retained the pleasure of her touch as she moved downward toward the tiny screwhole that she wanted to make larger, much larger! At least large enough so that Harvey's big cockie would fit in!
Not knowing that he was being hungrily watched, Harvey kept on fucking the lust-crazed Jackie. Once he had had one soul-rendering climax, Harvey could go on screwing almost indefinitely, a characteristic he was proud of and was enjoying now. It had been such a long while since he'd fucked a woman that he wanted to get the most out of it! Harvey also wanted to show this passionate young redheaded Jackie a thing or two and judging from the way she was responding, he was doing a terrific job! He fucked heavily into her soft, eager cunt, feeling the white, flexing globes of her ass-cheeks quiver and shake in his powerful, sweating hands.
"Eeeeiiiiggghhh! Uggghhhh! Oooohhh! Christ!" Neither one of them paid any attention to the loud cries that each was making for nothing else mattered now to either one of them but this delectable wild fucking of each other's naked bodies that was so all-consuming!
"Oh, Harvey, you're so wonderful! Oh, yes, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, your wonderful prick! I can't bear any more! I feel like I'm about to cum! I can't take any more! I feel like I'm about to cum! Oooooooooo! GOOOOOOOOD!" Jackie could feel the satiny fabric of the bedspread biting into her back as she started to climax! The walls of her pussy were distended and pushed to their most sensitive point. The thick head of Harvey's prick scraped and struck at her womb, now this way, now that, and she was cuming blissfully and beautifully. Her young well-fucked cunt throbbed in quicker tempo around the ramming fuckpole and her clitty rubbed against the scraggy dark bush of Harvey's prick hair. Intense thrills undulated within her hair-lined cunny and her breath ceased in her throat. From behind, the pink-colored fissures of her pussy were visible between juice-saturated folds of her split panties and as Harvey's hanging nuts slapped alternately higher and lower against her upturned ass-cheeks.
"Aahhhhhh, Harvey, fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!" Jackie yelled out and Harvey willingly obliged, stretching the already widely parted cheeks of her quaking ass wide at the red-haired girl's urgent request. Her pussy muscles were vibrating wildly and contracting powerfully around his quaking ass pistoning furiously. Spasm after spasm took hold of her and she arched her back up impossibly to receive even more of the plunging whang! One more withdrawal and one more driving lunge into her twat was enough to complete her delight and her twat passage seemed to have been made exclusively for Harvey's fuck use. She was almost more than he could handle in full orgasm, a screaming wild woman with strength enough to kill. He was flattered by her response and his long, thick prick ballooned another few inches as he felt the spewing liquid of his sperm begin to hose forward in enormous tidal waves of unsurpassed pleasure.
"Cum with me! Shoot out your cum along with mine! Ahhhhh!" Harvey yelled, although he wasn't even aware of what he was saying and Jackie writhed joyfully beneath him, pleased that her perception for a very unusual evening had come to pass.
In the hallway, Stacey Barrett's hand finger-fucked lewdly between her wide-spread thighs, her blonde cunt wriggled and trembled almost as much as the lovely redhead she was watching squirm beneath her father.
Bent over, looking through the keyhole, her tiny fingers fucking deeply into her weeping cunt, Stacey gasped out breathlessly, "Oh, fuck me too! I want that huge thing to fuck me too!"
CHAPTER FIVE
The church bells peeling out their message that this was the Lord's day and all sinners had better pay their respects awakened Stacey and she lay there in her mink-trimmed nightgown and thought of Harvey and his huge prick! His monstrous rod of flesh made Greggie's look like a little boy's, and Stacey decided that she had to have that gigantic thing stuck up inside her and soon! She slipped into her housecoat and slippers and brushed her long, blonde hair and dashed to her father's bedroom! She had to see if that red-haired girl was still there!
She wasn't, however. Stacey decided she must have left after she had returned to her room and had fallen into a deep, weary sleep.
"Daddy, wake up! It's time to get up!" Stacey shook Harvey's naked shoulder as hard as she could. She had already called him three times and now she was beginning to wonder if he wasn't pooped out of his skull after the terrific fuck session of last night!
"Please wake up, Daddy, aren't we going to church today?" Harvey heard Stacey's voice coming from what seemed like light years away! The mention of the word church had done it. Well, was he going to church, he thought, almost before he was completely awake. The answer was no, of course. They would have to do without him at the Presbyterian Church that Sunday and maybe all of his Sundays from now on. They'd just have to get someone else to pass the collection basket from now on!
"No, not today," Harvey muttered. "No, I'm not going to church today!"
"Oh, that's treat!" Stacey answered. "I don't have any Sunday school today, so we can have some fun together."
"What do you mean no Sunday school?" Harvey opened one eye, memories of his responsibilities as Stacey's only guardian mingling with the acute awareness of every sore and aching muscle in his body caused by his fuck session with Jackie a few short hours ago started his adrenalin flowing.
"No church school today, that's all," Stacey fibbed casually.
Everything was getting more casual and fibbing to Harvey was getting much easier now that she had made up her mind that she wanted Harvey to fuck her. Actually it wasn't even like making up her mind, it was something that seemed imperative inside her without any conscience or soul-searching whatsoever. She wanted her daddy to fuck her as hard and as furiously as he had fucked that redheaded slut last night! And what Stacey Barrett wanted Stacey Barrett got!
"What did you do last night?" she asked innocently, perching upon the edge of Harvey's king-sized bed. She was thrusting her little titties out at Harvey through her satin housecoat, but he rubbed his chin, yawned, and didn't seem to notice her at all. At her question, he had simply looked at her, and through her, Stacey thought. Well, she'd have to remedy that! Stacey sighed, trying to look as angelic as she possibly could.
Harvey bolted upright in bed. and found himself staring directly into his young daughter's limpid blue eyes. He was startled by her expression and couldn't help thinking how much she was getting to look like Charlotte.
"What were you wondering about last evening?" Harvey demanded. "What did you do yesterday anyway? I, uh, I'm sorry I wasn't around yesterday!" His speech tapered off as he realized he wasn't making much sense.
"Oh, I told you in the note. I went to see a girlfriend who lives in Greenwich Village, but what I was wondering about happened much later, much later! You see, I couldn't sleep too well; I kept having the most peculiar dreams! I should say very odd dreams!"
Jesus Christ Almighty! Harvey thought, slumping back down under the blankets. For some reason he had a tremendous hard-on again and he tried to hide its telltale appearance beneath the covers. I've got to get control over myself, Harvey thought. I can't allow Stacey to see this erection! Too many embarrassing questions!
"Listen, Stacey, baby, forget whatever you dreamed about. You know how insane some dreams are anyway, don't you? Now why don't we spend the day together, since you don't have church school and I'm not going to attend today. Would you like that? What would you like to do?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter really, daddy, as long as we do it together!" She jumped happily down from the bed, she unbuttoned her housecoat off, fanning herself as if she were terribly warm. Then, she let the strap of her nightgown slip from her shoulder, revealing to her father a luscious expanse of her naked skin almost to the nipple of her budding titty. Beneath the sheer material the round firmness could be seen and Harvey was amazed at how much Stacey had blossomed in the last few months. He found himself wondering as Stacey wiggled her ass out of the door whether or not she would grow titties as large as Charlotte's and if so, how soon. When his prick began to balloon uncomfortably again, Harvey realized the lewd direction of his thoughts and tried to shut them out of his mind, turning his thoughts to the night before. Now that it was over, he felt vaguely unfulfilled, although at the time, he thought he was fucking the most wonderful cunt in captivity! Why then, did he have this feeling of having done something that left him troubled and depressed when just remembering the contented, satisfied expression on the red-haired Jackie's face was enough to tell him that he had been more than a huge success as a fucker, a lover?
Stacey's expression returned to his mind again and her mentioning her peculiar dream. Fuck if there was anything he didn't want to hear about it was some dream she might have had that was prompted by what must have been very loud noises coming from his bedroom. His handsome face turned a deep crimson just thinking about that fuck session with Jackie! He could only hope Stacey hadn't heard anything too incriminating.
Shortly thereafter, Harvey smelled the unmistakable odor of ham and eggs sizzling in the frying pan and realized he hadn't eaten a thing the day before. He visualized Stacey earnestly preparing him breakfast and Harvey felt very guilty as he thought about how brave Stacey was being about the whole thing between Charlotte and himself. Harvey resolved to be a better parent starting immediately and to make this Sunday spent with her a very unique one!
Late that afternoon, Stacey raced into her bedroom and closed the door, locking it. She was out of breath and excited about the day she'd spent with her darling Daddy! Quickly she threw off her skirt and sweater and plopped herself down on the bed. She was wearing a half-slip of shiny pink satin-like material and a pair of matching panties. She had decided that day not to wear a bra and now as she flopped down upon the yellow bedspread she felt the material of the spread softly stimulating her already excited nipples.
"Oh, my precious Harvey," she sighed to herself. She was beginning to think of her father as "Harvey," rather than her customary address of "Daddy!"
She lay there smiling to herself remembering the events of the day.
She recalled that morning serving Harvey breakfast in a sheer, see-through nightie that she had changed into. Finally, nervously, Harvey had ordered her to put on her housecoat. But not before Stacey had caught him looking at her lovely body with a longing look, the kind he often used when watching Charlotte parade around wearing next to nothing!
When Stacey had noticed him staring at her, she had immediately jumped onto his lap. Harvey didn't allow her to remain there for long, but while she was there, she had felt a long, hard thing rubbing against her asscrack.
Stacey had wriggled her shapely ass-cheeks around on the long, thick cock and felt it begin to grow and stretch even more. Then, she felt it begin to jerk and twitch at her tiny shithole and just as Stacey was going to grab her titties and begin to play with them, Harvey became terribly angry. He forced Stacey off from his lap and told her she was getting too big to be climbing onto his lap.
Stacey laughed and told him how much she loved him and how good it felt sitting on his lap! She told him she wanted to go to the Central Park and go to the zoo and the aquarium and then she wanted to eat Japanese food and then wanted to go to a movie. However, they never got to the movie because suddenly Harvey just upped and brought Stacey home.
And it had all started out so beautifully. It was so bright and sunny in the park when they got there and there were lots of young people there and not only did they see Gregory Bickford but also saw that redheaded girl that Harvey had fucked the previous night! "Jackie" was what Harvey had called her and she was happy to see him. She was sitting with a bunch of long-haired young men and it was clear that they were all there smoking pot. Stacey could see that Harvey was very upset by the look on his face, a funny expression like he disapproved of the whole thing, but Stacey once heard her mummy say that it was better than drinking oneself silly the way Harvey sometimes did. When they first saw Jackie and she came running up to Harvey with a psyched-out expression on her face.
Stacey mentioned to Harvey that she thought she knew Jackie from somewhere. Harvey looked strained and said, "I think not, Stacey," but he had acted real stiff and peculiar with her.
I don't think she's as pretty as I am, Stacey thought although her titties were very large and she had a nice figure, Stacey admitted begrudgingly.
Stacey mentioned to Harvey that she thought she was prettier than Jackie, and he replied that of course she was, but Stacey could tell he didn't like her mentioning the fact. Later when they ran into Gregory Bickford, Stacey decided to get even with Harvey for his obvious interest in Jackie. She ran up to him and gave him a great big juicy kiss. Greggie looked embarrassed, and Stacey guessed that it was because Harvey was there. But Stacey didn't care what either of them thought. It was fun! While Stacey was pressed up against him, his prick got hard too and she whispered to him, "Your prick is hard!"
Gregory jumped back from Stacey as though she had bitten him! But she wasn't really interested in his cock anymore, not at the moment anyway, although she was grateful for what he did to her in bed. That was nice. When she got through kissing Gregory, Harvey whispered to her in a worried voice, "Where in hell did you learn to kiss like that, Stacey?"
Stacey merely looked at him innocently and said sweetly, "Oh, I don't know, Daddy! Something I learned from my dreams, I guess!"
Harvey had had his glass of scotch almost to his lips when Stacey had said that. He set the drink back down on the table and said, "Whatever do you mean by that statement, Stacey?"
Stacey blinked her eyelashes at him a few times and said, "You'll see Daddy. In my dream last night, I heard a girl say what a wonderful prick you had!"
Harvey's face got as white as a sheet, but he said nothing. He paid the bill and practically dragged Stacey out of the restaurant.
Now as she lay on the bed smiling to herself, Stacey thought I'd better make my move tonight! Yes, tonight will be the night!
*****
Harvey just made it to the bed before he passed out. He lay sprawled upon it in a blissful coma where none of the unpleasantness he had been through that day could reach him. Because Stacey had made it perfectly clear to him that she had actually witnessed his fuck session with Jackie, and she had made a few other things clear to him too, none of which were designed to cheer him up. Even as he'd drunk all that scotch he'd known that he was going to have to face it all sooner or later, that one day he was going to do something about Stacey, take her to a psychiatrist, or get her some other type of professional help maybe. But what about himself? He had to have some assistance too!
But meanwhile the soothing scotch was helping immensely and it seemed the quickest solution to everything!
Harvey heard absolutely nothing when Stacey entered his room. He didn't even feel anything as Stacey carefully began to remove his clothing. When Harvey lay naked upon the bed, he was still snoring loudly. He had snorted every now and then as each article of clothing was removed, but otherwise, his mind was still surrounded by the thick fog of scotch.
"Oh, my beautiful Harvey!" Stacey murmured quietly. She was kneeling on the bed looking down at her handsome father, clothed only in the see-through nightie that was now her favorite evening wear. She felt slightly uneasy about what she was doing, but tried to control the uneasiness telling herself that it was obvious that Harvey wouldn't wake up for quite a while. Meanwhile, she could examine his magnificent body as much as she wanted. Her hand moved gently upon his chest, examining every portion, the small male nipples which she pulled slightly, watching them respond just the way her own tiny pink pebbles did. When she saw the reaction of his nipples, Stacey sat back on her haunches, beautiful, in her sheer nightie, her long, soft, blonde hair clinging to her shoulders and shining from the nightly brushing she gave it. Then she slipped her hands beneath her gown and held onto her own soft titties, cupping them first and then feeling the length of her nails against the sensitive tit rings surrounding the tautly eager nipples.
"Oh, wonderful boobies," Stacey moaned as she felt the fantastic thrill she had known would come. She mewled and panted a little and continued the gentle pressure on her firm young knockers becoming more and more excited as she did so, looking like a kneeling goddess perched sensuously on some throne or pedestal, except for the fact that she was in fact kneeling beside the completely exposed, naked body of her six feet, two inched daddy. "I'm not frightened in the least," Stacey said to herself. "Oh, no, I'm not frightened at all!"
Stacey's eyes were passion slits all ready due to her steadily rising lust, roving lovingly over Harvey's nude body as she imagined what Charlotte must have done before she and Harvey started having all those arguments. Once, Charlotte had almost told her about it. She had started out by saying, "You know, Stacey, I've loved your father very much! I love him even now, but, well ... "
The "but well" had been left dangling in the air and Stacey had somehow not really wanted to know about the reason her mother didn't love Harvey nearly as well as she had once. Stacey thought she had a pretty good idea about it now, though, and it occurred to her that she was just taking up where Charlotte had left off and that perhaps when she had accomplished what she hoped, Harvey would be the kind of man her mother could adore without any "but wells!"
Stacey felt very tiny kneeling there next to her tall, well-built daddy. She was only five feet two inches tall and Harvey seemed like a giant lying sprawled there like that. The area of his groin, the massive, thick prick and balls completely exposed to her eyes attracted Stacey so that she could hardly tear her eyes away. The curly dark cock hair grew luxuriously around the sleeping fuckstick and it lay at a curious angle upon his bull's balls. At last she was getting a good look at Harvey's privates! With an audacity born of her precocious nature, Stacey reached forward slowly to touch Harvey's pecker. He grunted in his sleep and she removed her fingers from his whang but when she saw that Harvey did not awaken, she once more placed her hand upon the beautiful prick. Soon, Stacey was fondling his cock in her hands, amazed at the way it was curiously put together and at the way it was getting larger and threatening even as she held its mushrooming thickness in her hand. Stacey knew that his whang could get much larger still and therefore continued her deft manipulations, breathing softly into herself as it continued to grow. Her eyes grew wide and round as the large, purple cockhead slowly pushed up and out and the thick foreskin slid back to reveal its smooth velvety splendor.
In his booze-drenched sleep, Harvey's brain began to return to a level of consciousness approaching the dream state. The steady manipulations of his fuckstick sent messages to his sleeping brain and he began to form images around what was happening to him without waking up. It was the young, beautiful, redheaded Jackie. She had returned to get more of the marvelous fucking she'd had last night and he was glad she was there. Harvey enjoyed the touch of her knowledgeable fingers on his pecker, enjoyed just lying back and letting her do whatever she pleased to him and in a few minutes he would awaken and would fuck her furiously again just like last night. He would feel his prick expanding the tight linings of that little juicy red-haired cunt of hers. But meanwhile it felt so good to let her keep on fondling his cock like she was doing and Harvey wondered if Charlotte knew about it, would it make her enraged and jealous?
Stacey could feel the walls of her innocent virgin twat start an uncontrollable contraction as she rolled Harvey's thickening prick in her hands and she felt her pussy fuzz down between her white thighs getting wetter from the flooding twat liquid that filled her aroused twelve-year-old pussy. Stacey's eyes became glazed, her mind thinking of Harvey's cock fucking her and she seemed to slip into a trance-like state in which she and her handsome daddy were the only living human beings and then her thoughts became still more exact. Harvey's gigantic, lewdly huge prick and her little, virginal, inexperienced cunt were the only things of importance in existence!
Finally, when Stacey noticed that her father's sleep was a bit lighter that in fact he was aware that something was being done to him even though he wasn't fully awake, she moved to position herself between his legs. Stacey spread his big, hard, hairy thighs wide and then lifted her see-through gown up slightly revealing her small, shapely, firm ass-cheeks to the cool bedroom air. In front, her quivering mound of cunt hair was face to face with the angry-looking purple head of Harvey's huge prick. With full knowledge of what she was doing, Stacey straddled herself upon Harvey's muscular legs so that her feet were up by his chest and her tiny ass rested upon his thighs, letting the thick base of his pecker press directly against the widespread gash of her juicy, needful pussy.
"Aaaagghhhh!" Stacey moaned as the thickly enlarged fuckpole brushed against her moist, sensitive flesh scraping deliciously against her cunt and enflaming the general area of her soft, young cunt.
"Ohhh, it's so good!" Stacey began to wriggle herself about masturbating her tiny pussy gash with Harvey's big hard prick, feeling the hotness of it fill her cuntal passage.
In his dream, Jackie was taking an awful long time to get down to business. It seemed to Harvey as if she were going to straddle him, and he wanted her to do that. But, Christ, she was taking an awful long time about it. The booze in his scotch-filled system made it impossible for him to become fully conscious but Harvey was in some degree aware that it wasn't quite a dream, that Jackie was really there next to him, and he really wanted to get inside her cunt now! His prick jerked hungrily against her tight, opened twat gash feeling the soft pussy hair and the smooth velvety cunt flesh getting wetter and juicier each moment. Stacey's hips were rolling and grinding and her hard clitty was swollen and distended, slipping desperately in a rotating motion against the big fuckstick between her legs! She ground her whole little screw box unabashedly down against Harvey's huge whang her face now contorted by lust as she felt herself cuming and cuming fast! If only she could get his great cock inside her, Stacey thought, then she would saturate her cunny juice all around his pecker and could watch it flood all over his hairy belly! Without altering her screw tempo, Stacey raised herself up, spreading her legs on either side of her daddy's body, letting the tight streaming center of her brownish-pink virginal twat lips fit just above the pulsating blood-engorged head of her slumbering father's prick.
"Aaaaaggghhh! Godddd!" Stacey cried out as she felt his cockhead pushing against her and at the same time she began bearing down upon it. Harvey's dong was impossibly huge, far too large to get inside her little fuck-hole! God, it practically filled up the entire split between her widespread creamy white thighs.
But, Stacey wanted to get fucked badly and tried spreading her legs still wider to accommodate his cock. Beneath her, Harvey muttered, "Why don't you shove it in Jackie, darling?" And Stacey felt jealousy and anger added to her already sensitive, lust-filled emotions. She felt the pink inner membranes of her cunt pulsing juicily and then she angrily jerked downward.
"Eeeeiiigghhh!" Nothing happened but Harvey was starting to move his hips upward now and she could feel the peak of her climax lingering a hairbreadth away, waiting for the right moment to erupt and explode! Harvey's rigid fuckstick seemed to have grown to an even more alarming size, as she began to slip her entire little twat gash up and down its full throbbing length pausing each time she got to the top to try once more to fit it inside the tiny dissipated mouth of her screw passage. Her fright was completely gone now, there was only determination and desire and new powerful lusty sensations swelling inside her body.
"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me, Harvey!" she screamed.
The blonde fur muff and smoothly wet twat flesh of the young, virginal pussy rubbing at his ballooning prick was driving Harvey out of his skull and he resolved to get inside it. But why was Jackie holding out on him? Why wasn't she fucking him? He hoped Stacey wasn't anywhere around watching and listening. Instinctively he reached forward to put his arms around Jackie's tight, trim body, to pull her closer to him, to feel her lovely titties, to impale her little cunny on his hard whang.
The round firmness of Stacey's delectable thighs and ass-cheeks spread outward obscenely, the virgin gash of her hair-fringed fuck-hole tried desperately to fit the gigantic pecker inside. Above, Stacey's tiny body jerked madly, lewdly, in the throes of passion. Her hands reached downward to her own inundated pussy as Harvey's hands encircled her waist and with a harsh motion she tried to push the big, desire-hardened prick up into her twat. But now, Harvey had hold of her and she felt herself being thrust sharply down. Her nipples were sharply pointed and her titties felt as though they were about to burst. Between her legs, she now felt the full rampaging push of his fuckpole against the softness of her tiny, wet clitty. It was all too much for her! The horrendous pain flowed up into her, the smooth, fleshy head bored upwards, snaking inexorably up into the virginal twat lips of her passion-moistened pussy. Stacey tried to struggle against the awful pain, tried even to move herself away from him, but Harvey was far too strong for her, his hands were almost crushing her waist, he was holding her so hard. Although his eyes were still closed, she could see him clenching his teeth as he sought to impale her on his blood-engorged prick. The throbbing, swollen cockhead was snaking up inside her cunt!
Despite herself, Stacey groaned helplessly and almost fainted dead away from the crushing pain. She was sure that her little cunny was bleeding, that she would somehow never be the same again, that her little hair-fringed twat gash would be forever maimed. Stacey had never felt anything like it before in her life! No one had ever told Stacey that it would ever hurt this much! How did other women stand it! She groaned above him in utter amazement at the amount of pain she was feeling and still Harvey Barrett pushed her downwards upon his waving fuckstick while he arched his hips upward with fantastic vigor.
"Uuuuuuggghhh!" Stacey screamed out and then, "Aaaagghhhh!" But Harvey was halfway into her cunt now, his pecker seemingly stuck there and Stacey Barrett wouldn't move one way or another. Dear Christ in Heaven, she thought, what in God's name am I going to do? I can't bear this incredible pain much longer, I just can't bear it!
Harvey heard the peculiar screams and wondered what Jackie was making such a lot of noise about? Fuck, the redhead was acting as if she were a virgin, as if she still had a cherry, and he certainly knew that that wasn't the case. Her pussy did seem impossibly tight though and yet this increased his determination to get his cock in, to fuck her hole furiously. He wanted to feel his gobby cum shooting up into her hot,-little womb again. Even though it was immoral, adulterous, this was what Harvey wanted to do, what he had to do in the worst way!
Suddenly, Harvey rose up and flipped her over onto her back, his gigantic whang still stuck halfway into her. Once she was there, spread-eagled and helpless beneath his hot, lusting body, Harvey rammed forward with all his might.
"It's in!" he cried and then, "It's in!" again. Jesus, that twat felt good! It felt marvelous, even though Jackie was screaming and carrying on in the darkness under him in a most unusual fashion!
Jackie's cunt felt better than anything Harvey had felt around his prick in a long time! Jackie's pussy reminded him of when he and Charlotte had first fucked! She had been a cherry and he had been a cherry too! That first fuck session had been fantastic! It was like that now and he fucked hard into the tiny, moist, pink fuck-hole of her pussy, imagining that it was Charlotte underneath him, seeing her there, opening his eyes and imagining he was seeing a glint of blonde, silken hair, that incredibly gorgeous soft hair of hers fanned out over the pillow, instead of Jackie's red tresses.
"Oh, fuck Charlotte, darling, I love you! I adore you!" Harvey found himself shouting as he screwed his pecker into her with unprecedented vigor, pounding his loins against her, lifting her ass-cheeks up and feeling his virile, semen-filled balls slapping hard against the widespread crevice of her ass. She was crying underneath him, great sobs wracking her body and he fucked fiercely into the tiny fuck channel, his eyes glazed and strange. The throbbing virginal twat opening surrounded his great fuckpole and he moaned his pleasure, rocking the small writhing body passionately with each tormented blow of his heavy, blue-veined whang.
"Ohhhhh! Jesus Christ! Stop doing it to me, Daddy! It hurts! It hurts dreadfully, Daddy!"
Stacey's words had absolutely no effect upon Harvey and yet there was an ever-growing doubt in the back of his mind. The blonde silky hair he thought he was imagining looked so real! That lovely face or what he could see of it in the semi-darkness and through the blur of his drunken daze did not look like Jackie! Was he really going out of his mind? And then he heard her loud gasp and he rammed his prick in her cunt to the hilt. The entire ever-growing thickness of his donghead wedged up against the end of her hotly clasping pussy depths and Harvey felt her naked sweating body surrendering, melting beneath his screwing cock!
"Oh, God in Heaven, Daddy! Oh, my God! Eeeeeegghhhh!" Then Harvey was easily fucking into her satiny pussy depths, fucking deep up into the defensively contracting little womb, feeling her cunt muscles squeezing against his rigid pecker! Oh, shit, how marvelous, how tremendous it felt!
Stacey felt the sudden change instantly. The difference completely overwhelmed her. Where before there had been excruciating pain, now existed nothing but extreme pleasure! A pleasure so fantastically unique that she was overwhelmed by it. It promulgated itself into her small, but unresisting pussy walls, pushing back the electric blue-white pain that had been forced up onto her, erasing it, molding into it, melting into one with it. Harvey's gigantic fuckstick was molding to the insides of her cunt, her insides were molding around his prick! Wasn't this what Stacey had wanted? Hadn't she herself set up the whole scheme so he would fuck her? Stacey began to feel the lascivious delight of her Daddy's pecker, began to know its each and every wrinkle, vein and ridge intimately. She found that by moving her ass-cheeks ever so slightly she could alter the way it felt, so that it felt another wonderful way. The musky odor of their furious fucking reached her nostrils and she inhaled it hungrily, spreading her young, but full, firm thighs still wider, feeling Harvey's broad chest now squashing against her titties, feeling his mouth nibbling wetly at her earlobes. She had heard him call out Charlotte's name in the very apex of her pain and now Stacey wanted to hear it again in her pleasure, for wasn't she Charlotte's own daughter!
"It's beautiful, marvelous, fantastic now! It's so good now!" Stacey muttered, holding hard onto Harvey's galloping hips. Skewering her pelvis and cunny up tighter against Harvey's loins, Stacey began to moan low guttural grunts of erotic joy, her lips reaching for his, her soft, hair-covered mound fucking ever upward as though she could never get enough of the thickly imbedded fuckpole inside her. Bliss and ecstasy overwhelmed her and her twat flesh felt vibrant and alive! She was a woman at last, a real woman! Her body felt in harmony with being screwed by a man's cock and her head rolled from side to side in ecstatic delight, her blonde silken hair messed and disheveled clung to her face, dripping wet from perspiration. The softly petaled lips of her no-longer cherry cunny tingled with the wonderful awakening of the first fucking of her young life and her entire being knew its first man-made climax!
Stacey's orgasm sprang from deep within her cum-well, like a geyser bursting forth its steam, then exploded with the force of an atomic explosion, mushrooming and spiraling until it reached an unprecedented peak of voluptuous ecstasy.
The after thrills rocked her body and came heavy, one right after the other and Stacey felt like she was being carried by a huge tidal wave letting herself go alternately limp and alternately tense with the magnificent cum force that raged inside her belly.
"Oh, Jesus, Harvey! Oh, my God! I'm cuming, Daddy! Fuck your little girl! Fuck me! Fuck me, Daddy!"
At the sound of the familiar young voice calling, "Daddy," Harvey opened his eyes wide and saw his own lovely Stacey in the throes of a fantastic climax beneath him, felt her pink, moist, rubbery cunt depths sucking like a greedy child's mouth at his immense prick, her titties rippling beneath his flexing fingers! His own sweet delicious little girl and he, her own father, her flesh and blood, was fucking her out of her skull!
"Stacey! Oh, my God, Stacey!" Harvey screamed. "It can't be you! Oh, no! No, Christ, it can't be my little Stacey?" In terror, Harvey called out her name, seeing that she was beyond hearing, her eyes rolling into their sockets, her lips parted to let a thin stream of thick spit roll out. And, he, too, was cuming and it was too late to do anything about withdrawing his cock from her twat! It had already happened, abruptly. It was already a thing of the past, even though they were both still in the ecstatic midst of it. He had cum in her!
"Oh, Daddy, you fuck so beautifully, so good, so good!" the sweet, little voice of his baby floated up to him. "Fuck me harder, Daddy, I'm going to cum again! Yes, yessss! Here I cum! Ahhhhhh!"
"Fuck me back, Stacey! That's the girl! Ohhhhh! I'm cuming! Open up that sweet cunt for a load of your father's sperm! Now! NOW!! ! "
CHAPTER SIX
Harvey Barrett found himself wandering around Fifth Avenue not knowing how he got there! He was fully clothed, he even smelled of English Leather, his favorite after-shave scent! But, he couldn't remember! Oh, God, he was losing his mind!
Vaguely, dimly, he seemed to know that Stacey was back in her own bed dressed in the pitiable sexy nightgown, sleeping like the baby she was!
How could he ever face his intelligent, beautiful child again after what he had done to her? Holy God, he didn't even know how it happened! He blamed himself entirely, suddenly remembering the tremendous fuck pleasure he had received from his own little, adorable girl. Harvey recalled how he had moaned and trembled in her innocent, virgin flesh! Yes, delighted in it, wallowed in it, even after he had discovered it was Stacey!
He went to the garage and got his car and even as he turned the key in the ignition of his Buick, he remembered his fingers slipping down to her tiny, puckered shithole and how she had trembled, her entire body coming to life again after his voluminous climax! Down deep inside her belly he had felt the great pool of wetness formed by his boiling cum as it seeped back from her farthest depths, sliding down his prick and seeping down between her tiny ass-cheeks. And he had rammed his whang deep into her again and they had fucked all over again! It had just been too fantastic not to screw her, too damned fantastic and Harvey had known that Stacey had wanted him to fuck her again! She had begged and pleaded with him never to stop and they had fucked on and on until daylight when they'd both collapsed when the strong rays of sunshine were streaming in the window.
Harvey's awakening had been a nightmare because before he had fully come to, he had known the most horrible feeling he'd ever known in his life and upon opening his eyes, had hoped against all hope that he had only dreamed or imagined what had happened. But when he tiptoed into her room and saw her sleeping where he had left her earlier, her body still with an aura of warm fuck love upon it, her face happy and contented, but definitely more womanly, more beautiful than before. And she looked exactly like Charlotte!
Harvey drove almost blindly, knowing that he had to talk to someone, had to get some advice from some individual. He had to or he'd crack up!
Charlotte Barrett had just arisen from her bed. She was an early riser, but when she saw it was only six-thirty, she wondered what had made her awaken this early. She rose languidly and began to brush her long, blonde hair first. It was one of her best features and she intended to take good care of it. Next she took a long, hot bath after which she rubbed her firm, massive titties with a special preparation designed to keep them as uplifted and voluptuous as they were. Her fingers lingered over the smooth, milk-white flesh as the soothing concoction seeped into her booby flesh. She had nothing special planned for the day and was just about to prepare herself some breakfast when her doorbell rang.
Charlotte's apartment was rather small, but entirely adequate for her needs since the divorce, and Charlotte had furnished it with handsome, comfortable furniture, covering the floors with imitation fur rugs of different sizes, shapes and colors. There was also a room which she was preparing for her daughter, Stacey, for the time when she hoped the delightful little girl would be allowed to visit her. Meanwhile, her life continued at an exciting pace, and Charlotte was never without an invitation to go somewhere. She was never alone. She just wasn't the type. Men fell over themselves to call her and invite her out and women found in her an intelligent, reliable friend. Everyone knew that she was a bit eccentric and that she had some very strong ideas about such things as sex and free love but the word promiscuous could hardly be applied to Charlotte Barrett. With her, everything was natural and that which wasn't, Charlotte made natural.
She didn't bother to cover her voluptuously beautiful body as she answered the door because she was fairly certain that whoever it was would be an old friend who would certainly not be offended by the sight of her delectable up-raised titties and the rest of her magnificent, velvety body.
When she saw it was Harvey, however, she jumped back in stunned surprise, not so much that it was Harvey, but because of the way he looked at her.
"Harvey!" Charlotte cried out, "you look like a demon out of hell! What in God's name is the matter?" Her first thought was that something had happened to Stacey. What else would cause her former husband to seek her out looking like this.
Harvey weaved and stumbled into the living room of the apartment and Charlotte closed the door behind him. She turned to look at him.
"Harvey, is Stacey all right? Nothing has happened to Stacey, has it?"
Harvey flopped down onto a couch, his trembling hands covering his head.
"Oh, God! Little Stacey ... my own child," he stammered. "Oh, Charlotte, I don't know how to begin to tell you..."
"For Christ's sake, Harvey, what the hell is it?" Charlotte yelled.
"She's ... Stacey's been ... she's had an experience!"
Charlotte sat down on the floor across from Harvey relieved that at least Stacey was still alive and becoming more and more annoyed with Harvey's bumbling reticence.
"Do you mean a sexual experience?" Charlotte asked quickly. "Is that what you mean?"
"Yes!" Harvey moaned.
"Well, has she been injured? Was she in an accident? Where is she? I'll go get some clothes on!"
"No, I don't think she's hurt! She's sleeping now. She was fucked by..."
Charlotte sighed not listening to Harvey, muttering to herself. Then she looked at Harvey once more. "Well, most of the young girls are finding out about screwing a lot earlier these days! Actually, Stacey isn't a baby any longer, after all, she is almost thirteen! I remember how I felt at that age! I was really ready for a good hot fucking, the trouble was, no one else was. Listen, Harvey, I'll come over and talk to her, see if I can help her in some way."
Charlotte didn't notice the look that her ex-husband, Harvey, was giving her. She was lost in her own thoughts about how to cope with what she assumed had been an ordinary sexual experience between her daughter and some young boy. But Harvey Barrett was staring at Charlotte with an odd expression on his face. Her words were infuriating him. The idea that she could take such a disastrous happening so calmly! The obscene idea that Charlotte was sitting there in front of him without any clothes on, that she had, indeed, come to the door totally naked! Something snapped inside his mind and the tremendous strain he was already under served to destroy whatever remaining reality that was still left in him.
Suddenly, Harvey lunged forward angrily, throwing his entire body weight on Charlotte, sending her sprawling onto the floor.
"What are you saying, you filthy slut!" Harvey raged. "You no-good, stinking cunt! What's happened to Stacey is all your fault anyway, you screwing prostitute! It's all your fault, you fucking whore!"
Charlotte struggled against him trying desperately to push him off of her. Fear contorted her beautiful features as she realized that Harvey really wasn't himself. Nothing she said seemed to have any effect on him whatsoever.
Harvey's hands roved roughly over the smooth surface of Charlotte Barrett's glistening, naked body. He rolled her about on the imitation tiger skin rug beneath them, beginning to grasp at sections of her luscious flesh, pinching her and twisting whatever portion of her body happened to find itself beneath his frantic grasping hands. The more he touched her, the more excited he became. His anger was beginning to direct itself into another kind of fury and the beautiful Charlotte's body, that same delectable body that he had fucked for so many years, now tortured him and was detestable to him, simply because it was in this apartment and not at home where it should be! Charlotte's cries didn't stop Harvey in the least. Actually he didn't even hear her so out of everything was he! He was lost in his own world and his torment was visible on his handsome, unshaven features.
Harvey turned Charlotte over his knees and stared for a long moment at the shining surface of her skin, the pink cushiony surface of her ass-cheeks. Then he began to beat them with his fist! Again and again and again! His hand came down over and over against the soft, resilient ass-cheeks and Charlotte's efforts to escape were for naught. Fuming, Harvey continued the sensuous beating, feeling his large prick begin to stir and leap to complete hardness within his pants. Slowly, Harvey unzipped his fly. The zipper caught and then came down all the way with an obscene sound that didn't escape Charlotte's ears. Harvey's gigantic cock popped lewdly out and he began to rant at her again, momentarily releasing her ass to shake his pecker at her.
"You see this prick? Well, you cunt, you're going to get it too!" Harvey yelled, waving his thickly blood-swollen fuckpole like a stick in front of him.
It had occurred to Charlotte that this ridiculous farce had all the earmarks of a drunken gag, and really should be laughed at, but she didn't feel like laughing. It was all too real and Harvey was a raving maniac who might actually harm her and Charlotte was becoming horrified and terrified. She tried to get away from him while he stood there gesticulating with his godawfully large prick but he took a few quick steps and caught her, grabbing her from behind by the hips and pulling her down to the floor again.
"You always begged me to do this to you, well, slut, I'm going to give you what you begged for, now!" he growled.
Charlotte's mind reeled, trying to interpret what Harvey was talking about and as he forced her down on her knees and made her arch her ass-cheeks up to him she recalled vaguely having once suggested that Harvey should ass-fuck her and that it had started a tremendously bitter argument during which he had accused her of being perverted. Her firm, white, shapely ass-cheeks trembled beneath his groping hands and frightened, the trembling woman started crawling away from him. But each time Charlotte would try to break away, he would pull her back, and he seemed to grow angrier and more infuriated by her futile escape attempts so that finally, Charlotte decided it would be best to go along with him. Charlotte hoped that the ass-fuck would all be over quickly and she might be able to reason with Harvey afterward!
She was actually stunned by the heated feel of his huge prick in full erection, pressing with its swollen cockhead against the now widespread crevice between her ass-cheeks. She jerked forward a little and he pressed his pecker further in her ass, laughing hoarsely.
"Oh, come on now Charlotte! Don't tell me you're a cherry still in your ass-hole? Well, you're going to give your ex-husband a good fuck in that delicious ass that you're always sticking into every man's face!"
Charlotte gulped back her tears, his words hurting her even more than the never-ceasing pulling of his fingers on her quaking flesh.
"Oh, don't do this, Harvey, please!" cried Charlotte. "It's immoral, don't do it!"
"Well, old Harvey has done a lot worse than this!" he replied pushing forward with his big cock, insinuating it into the tiny puckered nether opening of Charlotte Barrett's quivering shithole.
"Go ahead! Ask Stacey! Ask your sweet innocent little girl!" Harvey screamed, pushing again, so that his thick, long pecker spread the back flesh of Charlotte's ass out wide.
"Ohhhhhh! Godddddd!" Charlotte screamed. What was Harvey talking about? What had he done to their little daughter?
His hands slipped underneath her, gripping the hanging, huge globes of her titties brutally, pulling at the nipples and pinching them hard.
"What in God's name did you do to Stacey?" Charlotte cried out, moaning from the pain that was now searing up through her ass-hole and racing around the harshly treated nipples of her boobies.
Harvey became quiet and silent behind her for the first time and by his silence, Charlotte suddenly knew with a woman's certainty just what he had done to Stacey. Charlotte felt a wave of horror spread through her quaking body at th thought and a deep feeling of guilt! How could she ever have allowed her little Stacey to remain with such a sex fiend? But these thoughts were soon forgotten by the slamming shaft of pain that filled the fullness of her quivering ass-cheeks and shot through her poophole with a stabbing agony.
"Oh, Jesus Christ, stop! I can't stand the pain! Stop, I say! OHHHHH!" she cried. Charlotte had been fucked in her ass before, but she realized immediately that there was a big difference between ass-fucking out of desire and the brutal rape that she was being subjected to now!
She felt so helpless and now that the added shock of knowing that Harvey had fucked his own daughter, his own flesh and blood! The incestual brute! And Stacey was so young!
"Eeegggghhhhh!" Charlotte suddenly cried out again. His gigantic prick was snaking deeper into the soft, rubbery passage of her ass-hole, stretching, screwing, spreading it excruciatingly, twisting it mercilessly.
"Oh, fuck! It feels so good!" Harvey said, not paying any attention to Charlotte's pleas! He lifted her hips up and suddenly pulled her ass-cheeks up into him. The rubbery sphincter of Charlotte's shithole gave another few millimeters beneath the worming of his lust-filled whang.
"Uuuuuuuggghhhh!" Harvey pinned her trembling ass to his loins, his prick stabbing as far of their marriage. His bull's balls smacked up against her exposed and rapidly melting cunt, his gobby semen ready to shoot out. His fuck pace quickened and he began to yell at her from the top of his lungs.
"Oh, Charlotte, darling! Oh, Charlotte my baby! Oh, I love you, sweetheart! I adore you!" Both of Harvey's hands were cupped into her tormented pussy! Charlotte was cuming again, right beneath his hands and he could feel the wonderful silky walls of her tender, juicy cunt seeping out their spasmodic orgasm right in his fingers!
"Oh, Christ, Charlotte! Christ, baby!"
The thick, mushroom head of his prick pressed upward into Charlotte's excitedly contracting ass-hole, and both of their bodies writhed and trembled together. Charlotte arched her back and fucked fiercely back up at Harvey, her hands reaching around and grabbing onto his hanging nuts as gush after gush of boiling, thick sperm spewed out of his pecker deep into her shithole, fucking faster and faster, until they both screamed together as though neither had ever climaxed before in their lives.
After a few minutes, Charlotte fell forward against the thick fur of the rug, and Harvey collapsed on top of her. They lay there for long moments, the only sound in the silent room being the pounding of their hearts in unison!
I'll positively, really at long last fucking her like she was some whore off the streets that he had paid to rid himself of his licentious perversions!
"Ohhhhhh, Goddddd, Harvey! Aaaaggghhh! Ugggghhh!" Charlotte cried out. Her excitement was growing more intense each moment. Sensuous thrills expanded within her moist, dark ass-hole and in the seeping well of her blonde pussy, her clitty began to jerk in tumultuous climax! The orgasm spread backward from Harvey's slipping fingers to the raw nerve endings of her shithole, her nipples sprang to a wild erection and she was cuming again and again, her immense boobies wallowing in the tiger fur rug.
"Oh, my God, Harvey! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, deeper! Now! NOW! Fuck me ... harder ... HARDER!" Charlotte screeched, her arms flailing, ass jiggling as the multiple orgasm took complete control of her senses.
Behind Charlotte, Harvey had lost much of his insane anger. What remained was his passion for Charlotte, his all-consuming lust for her, a lust that was now being so beautifully vented upon her, so divinely culminated. He fucked into her ass furiously, exhilarated by what was happening. He was controlling Charlotte, he was really the masterful one for what Harvey felt to be the very first time. Charlotte felt somewhat more his now than she had ever been in the entire thirteen years surely, into her pulsating cunt and suddenly everything that was happening to her changed, and appeared to her in an entirely different light. Even the obscene slapping sounds of Harvey Barrett's thighs against her up-raised ass-cheeks, the lewd, popping noise of his prick when it entered and slipped out of her futilely clasping shithole, the feel of the material of his gabardine trousers on her naked flesh, the sharp sting of the opened zipper when occasionally it would strike against her open twat-gash below. All of this suddenly became exactly the most exciting experience Charlotte had ever had!
Charlotte didn't know why exactly and she didn't want to take the time to analyze the situation, but in a few instants she had completely surrendered and she was wildly aroused by everything that was happening. The subservient passive position that Charlotte had been forced into by the man who would never before in his life have considered doing such a thing; the man whom she had loved so much! Didn't she still love Harvey Barrett in spite of everything? One just didn't remove over a dozen years of your life like it had meant nothing! There had to be something of what had once been!
"Aaaaaggghhhhh! Ohhhhh! Eeeegggghhhh!" Charlotte gasped, overcome by her thoughts and aroused emotions. It was Harvey who was fucking her ass-hole like this, fucking her so masterfully, so mind. He seemed to feel free of all restraining hang-ups. Hadn't he already committed the very worst crime in the world? Hadn't he committed incest, fucking his very own daughter? From now on he was going to do all that he had considered ugly, evil and perverted in sex! And he was going to enjoy it to the fullest!
The tight, hairless, little ring of Charlotte's shithole clung beautifully to the thickly veined surface of his withdrawing fuckstick, Harvey thought, as he carefully watched the ass-fucking as though he were simply an observer to the lewd spectacle. like an enormous battering ram his massive pecker surged, purple and swollen into the abused and clenching ass-mouth lips with greater ease. It would slip back out, only to slam back in with a greater fury than before.
It was wonderful! Mercilessly, Harvey fucked back and forth into Charlotte's tight, still-resisting shithole.
Charlotte's face was rubbing against the tiger fur of the rug; now her titties were just one big ache, as they crushed more and more into it. Her clitty was being tortured beyond belief and she was clenching her teeth, her eyes tightly shut, trying not to feel anything. But the total obscenity of the ass-fucking act and her very helplessness to stop it were just too much for her. The searing pain in her ass-hole was not strong enough to overcome the salacious pleasure that was growing slowly, but
Supposing, she should become aroused and feel great pleasure with Harvey? That would be more horrible than anything! All those years she had humored his sulky moods and strange reactions came back to haunt Charlotte. All the years she had loved Harvey and wanted him to fuck her ass and had taken care of him! This seemed a fitting repayment she thought bitterly for all she had tried to do! What was the use trying to understand someone whose libido had been warped since he was a small boy? She had tried to release him from his early guilt feelings and traumas and what were the thanks she got? Well, here she was being brutally fucked in her ass-hole in the most humiliating way possible, exactly the way Charlotte felt about the ruins of her marriage. And poor little Stacey, she had received the worst of it! Being fucked by her own father! Charlotte didn't care all that much about herself, but Stacey! She was an entirely different consideration!
"You fucking sex maniac! You're insane! I hate you, you child fucker! Do you hear me? You disgusting daughter fucker!"
Totally oblivious to his ex-wife's words, Harvey leaned back so he could watch his tingling cock fucking in and out between the beautiful Charlotte's wide-stretched ass-cheeks. Her moans and the sight of her heaving ass were giving Harvey immeasurable pleasure, a pleasure that he could feel in every pore of his body and in his lust-filled into her now as it would go. Then he maneuvered her around so that his pecker was rotating deep and mercilessly around within the tight, damp confines of her helpless ass channel.
"Oh, Harvey, please don't do this to me! Please don't! Stop!" Charlotte was crying now, tears falling down onto the tiger skin beneath her. She tried to support the rest of her body with her hands and arms, but Harvey was hungrily pulling her entire lower half up and back toward him with the result that she often fell upon the rug, her titties pushing into the soft, tiger fur, her long, golden blonde hair spilling over the yellow and black striped rug.
Harvey's fingers pulled under her heaving belly, moving incredibly fast as though he were trying to pull her satiny, smooth skin right off her undulating belly, and then they were slipping beneath the lushly silken hair of her cunt, spreading the hair-lined twat lips, feeling the wet, fleshy interior. His index finger rubbed over the helplessly pulsating pink bud of her clitty, teasing it unmercifully until it sprang to life, aroused in spite of Charlotte's ungodly pain. She felt totally degraded and ashamed. Her entire ass felt more naked and open than ever in her life as though someone had shoved a telephone pole up into her ass-hole. And now that his fingers were screwing obscenely at her cunnyhole, the whole action taking on an even more terrifying aspect.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Stacey awoke with a start. The slamming of the front door had awakened her and she stared around at her familiar room. How had she gotten here? Who had dressed her in her sheer nightgown and carried her into her bedroom?
She sat up. Obviously Harvey had and that was probably him leaving although it was much too early for him to go to work. Where was he going? Stacey wondered. Mrs. Sherman wouldn't be there until nine, she had plenty of time left to herself!
Stacey gingerly touched her little pussy. It was sore and still very wet from Harvey's many cums. She smiled as she recalled that terrific fuck session that lasted all night and into the early morning.
Suddenly, the phone rang, breaking into Stacey's pleasurable thoughts. It was Gregory Bickford!
"Stacey? Greggie. Look, baby, when can I see you again? Are you planning to come to my place on Saturday?"
Stacey hemmed and hawed. "I-uh-really don't know, Greggie. It all depends on what my father has planned for me. I'll call you later in the week, okay?"
"Well, okay." Greg sounded miffed. "Incidentally, I know where your mother is living. She and mother had lunch last week!"
"Oh, goody! Give it to me!" Stacey screamed with joy!
"Only if you promise to visit me Saturday."
"Well, all right then. Now, what's her new address?"
"It's on East Tenth Street in the Village, here. Just a hop, skip and a jump from where I live. She's in a brownstone, number 18, just off Sixth
Avenue. You can't miss it. You can get her apartment number from the directory in her apartment house. Now, don't forget next Saturday! I'll be expecting you!"
Gregory rang off and Stacey was beside herself with joy. She hadn't intended going to school today anyway. Maybe this afternoon she'd take herself down to the Village and visit Mummy!
Harvey and Charlotte finally left the brownstone on Tenth Street shortly before noon. They had spent the whole morning in bed after their ass-fucking session on the floor of Charlotte's apartment. Together they had agreed that they should reconcile and that they should fuck each other the way they had this morning for the rest of their lives. Then they had decided to go make sure that Stacey was physically and mentally okay, and to tell her the good news.
Ten minutes after they left, Stacey arrived at her mother's apartment, radiant and beaming with her new womanly happiness, thrilled at the prospect of seeing her mummy again.
When no one answered, she tried the door and seeing that it was unlocked and that Mummy wasn't there, Stacey decided to wait for her in the apartment. She was sitting on the floor listening to the latest Grateful Dead album from Charlotte's ample record collection when she heard a knock at the door. Cautiously, Stacey opened it.
"Hello darling, who are you?" the handsome, auburn-haired man said. He was a stranger, a little younger than Harvey, Stacey surmised, but much older than Gregory Bickford. Stacey guessed that the handsome stranger was probably one of Mummy's boyfriends.
"Oh, I'm a friend of Charlotte's," Stacey lied. "She's not here right now!"
"Oh, well, I'm Sidney. Do you mind if I come in and wait? Charlotte's expecting me." Stacey nervously admitted Sidney and they both sat down to listen to the rock group.
"You know you look a lot like Charlotte. Are you related?" he asked, taking in the small, but exquisite, young figure in front of him. Slowly, Sidney began to remove several small tightly rolled cigarettes from his pocket, never taking his eyes off of Stacey, who sat on the floor before him.
"Charlotte's my aunt," Stacey replied, hoping that her mummy would return soon so that Stacey would no longer have to pursue this conversation that for some reason was beginning to make her jittery!
"Cigarette?" Sidney asked, lighting up the odd, brown smokes.
"No, thanks, I don't smoke," Stacey replied, changing the record.
Sidney took in the delectable sight of Stacey's shapely little ass-cheeks as she moved away from him, encased in a tight miniskirt that left little to his imagination. When she turned around, he let his eyes fall upon the soft mound of her round titties and from there he took in her exquisitely proportioned facial features.
"You're absolutely beautiful," Sidney said, inhaling deeply upon the cigarette. "Sure you don't want a drag? This is a very special blend!"
Stacey sat back down, sniffing the sweet, acrid smoke from the brown cigarette, understood immediately that it was no ordinary drugstore smoke.
"Oh, it's pot," Stacey said, trying to sound as casual and as knowledgeable as possible.
"The very best, I guarantee. Mexican Gold," Sidney replied cheerily. "Here, try it!" He leaned forward and stuck the end of his half-smoked joint between Stacey's slightly parted lips. She took it and nervously inhaled a little of the smoke. Keeping an eye on her mummy's boyfriend, Sidney, who was no longer looking at her but seemed lost in his own world, she imitated what she saw him do, and took a deep lungful, holding a large puff of smoke down for several seconds before exhaling. Stacey had always been curious about just what pot was all about, and now was as good a time as any to find out, Stacey figured. She was a woman now and it was her duty to try everything! She noticed that the longer she held the smoke down, the better she seemed to be feeling. Her jittery state in the presence of Charlotte's boyfriend seemed to fade away immediately and in fact she began to find Sidney most interesting. He was her mummy's friend, after all, wasn't he? Sidney left her the remains of the tightly rammed grass cigarette and started in on another one for himself. He was trying to figure out whether this little cunt who looked so much like Charlotte Barrett had the same kooky ideas about sex and its perversions that Charlotte had. After all, Charlotte was her aunt, wasn't she? That was good enough for Sidney Blake.
"Say, sweetie, what do you say we make ourselves comfortable?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Stacey had no idea what he was referring to. Stacey felt very comfortable just as she was. But soon, she was surprised to see that the handsome man was removing all his clothing. Suddenly, she somehow wasn't very surprised at all. In her sudden marijuana induced daze, it seemed a perfectly acceptable thing to do. She took another deep drag on the reefer and decided that she would take her clothes off too. Stacey started rolling back her pantyhose, languidly lying on her back and peeling them off of her lifted loins and legs and then from her feet. Then, smiling, as though she had accomplished some great feat, she looked at Sidney to see how he was getting along. He was taking off his shorts, and Stacey saw that he had a very long, thick pecker. Not as long or as big as Harvey's prick, but it seemed really beautifully fat and thick! She couldn't help wondering how it would feel inside her little pussy and then it occurred to her that there was actually no reason why in heaven's name she shouldn't find out for herself.
Sidney Blake was staring at the small, naked gash of Stacey's cunt revealed to him in all its glory as she stood and pulled down her miniskirt, lifting the skirt high enough for him to see her delicious private parts.
"Sweetheart, you sure are a fucking lot like Charlotte!" Then, Sidney whistled, his thick whang jerking up suddenly. Stacey was really an exciting twat he thought, just showing him her hot little screw box nice and free and easy like that with no unnecessary argument, no asking for money first! Everything was going to be wonderful, and maybe Charlotte would come home soon too and they could have a three-way screw session! Sidney moved toward the adorable girl before him, his hands aiming for the soft, hair-covered pussy between her young thighs.
Stacey stood beaming before him, the stultifying dope having invaded her blood stream to the point where she could see how beautiful the prospect of getting fucked was and she couldn't wait for Sidney to stick his huge whang into her.
Charlotte's boyfriend's hand on Stacey's tight, young cunt felt heated and perfect as though it belonged there forever. Her desire erupted full-blown as though it too had always been waiting there just for him. Then Sidney dropped to his knees in front of her and grabbing hold of her ass-cheeks, he thrust his face deep into her warm, eager, teeny-bopper cunt!
"Aahhhhh!" Stacey cooed, feeling the hot, wet contact of Sidney Blake's mouth against the sensitive pink flesh of her naked, blonde pussy. Stacey felt like one of those nymphos that Carolyn's mother had called Charlotte, and it seemed that Sidney was paying homage to her pussy, actually worshipping her by sucking her little twat. Each lunge of his tongue sent flames of burning lust swirling through her aroused body. She completely forgot who she was, who was licking and sucking her blonde fur muff, and Stacey was responding to Sidney Blake in the same way.
"Oh, fuck your cunt tastes good, young and delicious!" Sidney muttered to her now widely spread pussy mound. "I love sucking your twat!" Gently, he pulled her down to the floor and spreading her legs wide with the palms of his hands, continued his intimate cunt sucking. Soft, slurping sounds filled the room and Stacey was reminded of the time her mummy had received the same wonderful tongue-fucking from Bradford White, the evening Daddy found them! Now she really knew what it was her mummy had been feeling. It was so utterly fantastic!
Then, Sidney Blake was moving, twisting his body around while never allowing his mouth to lose contact with her twat gash. Opening her large blue eyes, Stacey could see looming over her, two hairy large balls and a hard, throbbing fuckstick. She couldn't help feeling rather shocked and nervous, but before Stacey could react, the thick, excitedly throbbing prick was touching her face, prodding at her cheeks, her nose, her mouth. She understood that he wanted her to take it in her mouth and parted her shapely lips to accept the smooth, purple cockhead into the soft, warm cavity of her mouth. His pecker was hard to get in between her lips at first, but by rearranging herself slightly she was able to get it safely into her mouth. After that it was ridiculously simple! Charlotte's boyfriend resumed the hard, heavy mouth-fucking of her cunt and Stacey began to writhe beneath his flickering caresses as though she were going out of her skull! Sidney's hands were holding tightly onto her parted thighs, as his thick lips greedily nibbled at her inner twat flesh.
Stacey Barrett lay back in ecstasy, letting the hardened, thick whang that hung over her lips to shove rigidly into her widely stretched young mouth. Reaching up, she held the cock's wide girth tightly between her two hands, feeling it enter and leave her mouth in a slow, luxurious tempo that made Stacey feel as though she were a very special fuck-hole created solely for this mutual cock and cunt sucking. She gulped back the tiny drops of seminal fluid that moistened the split in the tip of the large prick, and kept from choking by holding her throat a little closed at the back, and letting her tongue slip wildly over the shining surface of Sidney Blake's excitedly quivering fuckpole.
Stacey Barrett was having the time of her life! She wouldn't have missed this suck session for anything on earth!
Gregory Bickford arrived at Charlotte's apartment completely out of breath. He had run up the three flights instead of waiting for the elevator to get there and he was hoping that he hadn't missed Stacey. He was so sure that he would find her there that he had cut classes and hoped that he would be able to be alone with her after she had visited with Charlotte. Gregory had been unable to think of anything else but Stacey's soft, young, virginal cunt since that tormented Saturday morning she had spent with him! Gregory hadn't been able to believe it that she'd just stood up, dressed herself, and walked out of his apartment, leaving him with a raging blockbuster of an erection! And then that kiss she'd given him in Central Park yesterday, well, that had been about the last straw! He'd practically shot off his cum wad right there in front of Harvey while she rubbed her hot little belly up against his hard-on!
Gregory knocked on the door four times without getting an answer and then he knocked a fifth, then a sixth, certain that he could hear music and some sort of noise coming from in there. Then he tried the door. It was already late in the afternoon, and the apartment was almost completely dark, the shades drawn. He peered in, not feeling any guilt about breaking in to Charlotte's apartment. Why not? He knew that Charlotte certainly wouldn't mind. She didn't believe in locking her doors anyway!
Gregory was halfway into the living room when he saw them. Actually, he heard them first. Stacey's muffled moans were coming from the far corner of the room, mingled with the definite sounds of a grunting male!
"Suck my cock, baby!" Gregory heard. "Oh, suck that fuckstick!"
Gregory remained immobile, frozen to the spot, gradually letting his eyes grow accustomed to the semi-darkness. His heart was pounding fantastically because he knew even before he saw them that it was Stacey Barrett! Stacey and some man!
Wheels started turning fast in Greg's mind, jealously consuming him. He knew that Stacey was a cherry or at least had been only a few short days ago, Saturday, to be exact and today was only Monday! What the fuck had she been doing since then? He was angry that he might have lost the tremendous opportunity to break her in that she had brought to his bed Saturday morning! What had he done wrong that had made her get up and leave; that had made her go to someone else to get the sexual gratification she had craved?
Before his own angry eyes, Greg now saw her delicious little body slithering with sexual know-how beneath the strange man on top of her. His prick was fucking brutally into her mouth and Stacey seemed to be loving it. Her shapely little legs were moving in and out and the man's mouth was eating her cunt up! He could even see now, the entire open fuck-hole of her cunt whenever the guy came up for a breath of air or to mutter some obscene encouragement to his delectable blonde companion.
Gregory wasn't worried about them seeing him. Obviously they only had thoughts for each other's tongues. And where the hell was Charlotte anyway, Greg wondered? Suddenly he began to sniff the air, and Greg recognized the pungent odor of pot! Greg swore under his breath! He could have sworn that Stacey didn't even know what it was
Saturday morning. But, perhaps he'd been wrong, Greg thought. Perhaps Stacey did! She was a very surprising little girl. While he watched, fascinated, the obscenely coupled cunt-and-cocksucking pair turned over right there on the rug in front of him. To Gregg's utter dismay, they both moaned and groaned and continued the strenuous oral sucking only now, Stacey was suspended over the auburn-haired man, her bewitching, smoothly rounded little ass-cheeks sticking out as she arched her back, letting her twitching clitty hang loosely into her sucker's mouth.
Gregory had a good view of the moist, warm opening of her cunny as it spread apart, shiny pink flesh-folds snuggled between her legs at the end of the deep valley made by her trembling white ass-cheeks. Greg knew what he was going to do, even before he thought about it. There were only so many options about the consequences of what he was about to do to that shimmering, enticing ass and he figured he had nothing to lose by following his instincts.
Greg unzipped his fly and released his rigid prick from his trousers, fondling it a moment in his hands before actually making himself walk across the room to where the sucking couple lay. Then clasping his cock in his hands, Greg advanced upon the lust-oblivious couple. Positioning himself behind them, he kneeled slightly and aimed directly for the shining little cunt that twitched and shivered so lewdly and wantonly before his eyes. Then he pushed hard!
"Uuuuuuggghhhh!" Stacey Barrett cried out, delighted by the forceful entry into her passionately aroused pussy. Could this be Sidney Blake, she wondered. And if so, how could he do it? Didn't she have his thick pecker right there between her lips?
"What the shit's going on?" Sidney mouthed up into Stacey's moist twat gash. Looking upward Sidney could see two bull's balls suspended directly above his forehead and fucking rapidly in and out of Stacey's fuck-hole, a long, thick joystick! For a few seconds Sidney paused puzzled as to who the intruding fucking pecker and twin-balls belonged to, but Stacey still had his cock in her mouth, sucking it avidly, and he had been just on the verge of exploding his boiling cum into her mouth and now her hot tongue slipped around the tip of his fuckpole deliciously reminding him of this fact. Sidney couldn't help moaning with delight, and thinking, what the fuck! Whoever it is why the hell should I care? He isn't diminishing my pleasure any!
In fact, Gregory Bickford seemed to Sidney's sexual stimulation be adding considerably because Stacey became a whimpering mass of writhing passion, raising and lowering her titties down into
Sidney's hairy belly, panting and sucking his prick into the boiling, satiny cavern of her mouth. Stacey let his whang slide so far back that he thought he must be halfway down to her tummy!
"Ungh! Aaaggghhh!' Nngh! Nngh! Unghhhh!" Stacey grunted and arched her widely flaring cunt backwards to meet Gregory Bickford's madly plunging fuckstick and letting it strike wondrously against the spongy surface of her womb, high and deep inside her tight, hungrily milking pussy. The swollen, throbbing cock head filled her fuck passage and excited with its own wet sucking sounds, adding to the loud slurping sound made by Sidney's renewed sucking attack upon the inner nakedness of the hair-lined twat below.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Stacey! My own sweet little Stacey!" Gregory cried out, as he felt her greedy pussy clasping hungrily at his whang. It was a smooth resistance that made him gasp loudly and he could hardly control himself. His aching pecker rammed up into her cunt and his belly slapped against her small, ivory ass-cheeks.
"Oh, Jesus, Stacey! Your pussy! Your hot little pussy!" Gregory shrieked. Instantly, he lunged his cock into her from behind while Sidney beneath her straining cunt tugged voraciously upon her pearl-like clitty The moist clasping hole of her streaming twat petalled out to accept what the men had to offer her and she soon began to make strange gurgling noises all around Sidney's prick.
"Oh Christ!" Stacey was thinking. "This is the most tremendous experience that has happened to me in my whole life! I wonder what the next experience will be like?"
And then she began to swallow hard, because Sidney's boiling, gobby sperm was spewing deep into her throat and this obscenely wet experience made her hard love-button give one last jerk between Sidney's nibbling lips, her pussy quivered one last time around Gregory's pistoning prick and then she was cuming!
"Unnnnaggghh! Mmmmmmmmhhh!"
As her orgasm spread, she felt the thudding of Greggie's huge pecker jackhammer into her furiously and then his sperm burst high inside her jerking, convulsing belly.
"What a hot little cunt you are, Stacey!" Greg screeched, before collapsing heavily upon Stacey's twitching body, crushing Sidney and Stacey's exhausted bodies beneath him in an obscene maze of arms, legs, bodies and completely satisfied, fulfilled fuck organs!
"Oh, wow!" Gregory Bickford murmured before he dozed off, "am I glad I passed up physics for this!" Never in his eighteen years had he ever had a fuck session to equal this one.
Sidney Blake, his limp cock still engulfed inside Stacey's slack mouth, was thinking the very same thing!
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was almost seven-thirty before Stacey returned home. She had managed to wash herself and dress and look as if she had just returned from Carolyn's house, the excuse she was going to give Harvey.
She was utterly speechless when she found Charlotte there with Harvey and they were so glad to see her, they didn't even ask where she'd been! Harvey told her that they'd been waiting for her the whole afternoon and that Charlotte was coming back home to live and wanted to speak with her.
Harvey and Charlotte looked so happy together now that Stacey was home and they weren't upset any longer. Stacey couldn't help but wonder what they had been doing all day to while away the time!
Not that Stacey really cared. Charlotte looked even more beautiful than before! But, Stacey couldn't forget what Sidney Blake and Greggie had said about her. Sidney had said that Stacey had a "juicy little pussy" just like her aunt's. He still didn't know that Charlotte was Stacey's own mummy! What a laugh!
After Stacey had had dinner, Charlotte took her to her bedroom to have a long talk. Stacey couldn't believe that her mummy actually wanted her to forget what had happened between Harvey and her!
Charlotte said, "Well, my sweet darling, I know you can't forget it, but I want you to kind of store it away for the time being and later when you're much older you'll be able to look back on it and properly evaluate it!"
Stacey was stunned! Could it be that her mummy was turning into a dullard like Harvey used to be? Properly evaluate indeed! Stacey remembered that those were just the kind of words Harvey used to use that made Mummy so mad at him! Stacey told her though that she would do anything Charlotte said but all the while Stacey wanted to tell her how happy she was to know everything that Charlotte knew, to have felt deep in her cunt the same men's pricks Charlotte had! Even while she was talking to her, Stacey kept shifting in her seat because Daddy was so close and she wanted him to fuck her as he did the other night so badly it hurt! Stacey knew she had to make new plans! But, meanwhile she was happy and content. She had been sucked and fucked a while ago and now to come home and find her mummy there and she was going to stay forever!
Harvey and Charlotte decided to go to Rickie's Place and celebrate their reconciliation. Stacey wanted to go along too, but Charlotte rather sternly reminded her of school the next day. After they left, Stacey sulked somewhat, but then she remembered her fantastic orgy of this afternoon and she went to bed feeling the little jewel between her legs that gave her so much pleasure!
Harvey rolled over in his sleep and touched the voluptuous body beside him. It was a familiar touch, a familiar body! Charlotte's! It felt so wonderful just to know that she was there beside him. He resolved once more to never let her out of his life again, no matter what it might cost him! It was clear that he would go completely out of his mind without her! He needed Charlotte too much, loved her too desperately.
All these thoughts crowded in on his half-sleep, half-awake state and Harvey felt a wonderful inner peace, unlike anything he'd ever known before. The curtains were drawn in the bedroom, but sun spots were already streaking through and he knew that it was going to be a beautiful day. He had decided to take a week off from his banking firm in order to help Charlotte move back into his apartment and to reestablish family life. She had been so wonderful with Stacey and the relief he'd felt when Stacey had said those important words had completely overwhelmed him.
"I do understand, Mummy," Stacey had said. "I know Daddy hasn't been himself since you've been away, but now that you're back everything will be just wonderful, won't it? We can be our own family again!"
Harvey had felt on the verge of tears and Charlotte had smiled beautifully at him absolving him of all guilt where little Stacey was concerned. Obviously, his daughter was from strong stock, a child to be proud of. Harvey had blocked from his mind the image of his sweet, young daughter's shattered cherry, her excited, young pussy impaled on his gigantic prick, erased how it had felt from his memory, replacing it with images of his beautiful wife, Charlotte. And now, his hand stroked her ivory thigh lovingly, tenderly, rubbing the soft resilient skin slowly back and forth with a touch designed to awaken her slowly, to make them both aware of each other at the same time, wanting to fuck each other at the same instant.
Charlotte was dreaming and in the dream a small kitten was licking her leg, moving slowly, gently along toward her inner thighs. She was trying to stop it, but she couldn't move her arms. The more the kitten's tongue moved along her thigh, the more excited Charlotte became and yet she knew that she didn't want the kitten to continue, didn't want to be excited by a foolish little kitty! What Charlotte wanted was a man! A man's tongue and a man's hand and a man's prick! But, still the pussy licked on. It was absolute torture and Charlotte struggled to get away from the creature but some invisible binding kept her from being able to move. She lay there on her back, legs slightly spread apart, feeling the lascivious beast caress her beautiful creamy thigh! How delicious it felt, Charlotte was thinking in the dream, how really truly marvelous!
Harvey continued the stroking of his beautiful
Charlotte's thigh and then, noticing that his wife's breathing was becoming more eratic and uneven, Harvey roused himself from his warm, pleasantly half-asleep condition and moved in closer to Charlotte. Leaning over the voluptuous body, Harvey pressed his cheek against the warmth of her body, her naked, massive titties rose and fell against his face. The huge, rounded white mounds with the cherry atop each hillock trembled ever so slightly with each breath she took. Jesus, she was gorgeous! His lips automatically sought one big nipple and sucked on it, taking the big cherry deep inside his mouth with a soft plopping sound. It instantly rose to attention in the dark cavern between his teeth and tongue. He could feel his long prick growing stiff, sticking way out, striking against the side of the very thigh he continued to stroke. His beloved Charlotte was back! Oh, Christ, Harvey thought, Charlotte was back and lying there right beside him! He kept his eyes closed and sucked blissfully upon her titty, feeling like a very small boy, snuggling beside his wonderful mother's huge titty, an all forgiving, totally loving kind lady for whom he could do no wrong. The firm, yet resilient rubbery nipple in his mouth soothing away all the dark fears Harvey ever could possibly have! And this was a beautiful lady he could fuck! And he fully intended to fuck this voluptuous wonderful blonde woman for hours, for days, for years and never stop fucking her! His huge, hardened fuckstick quivered and continued to balloon in complete agreement with Harvey's horny thoughts.
Charlotte could feel the wonderful sensation of her booby being thoroughly sucked. It was a little child doing it, a wonderful boy-man sucking at his beloved's titty! Perhaps she might still have a little boy, something said to her in the dream and the little boy-child would suck sweet milk from her knocker just like this one! Or was this already her little boy? Charlotte stirred slightly, letting one hand fall upon Harvey Barrett's head, caressing it, running her fingers through his dark, thick hair. Desire stirred within her cunt, and she undulated her hips slightly, remembering just where she was! She was home again, home with Harvey and Stacey! The excitement she had felt with her husband the day before returned to her with all its intensity and she felt an undeniable longing to be furiously fucked by him again. Everything went soft and melted inside her and she could feel her pussy preparing to be masterfully dominated, to be thoroughly and fantastically fucked!
"Oh, Harvey darling!" Charlotte muttered.
"Harvey I want you to fuck me so badly!"
"Oh, my precious Charlotte," Harvey groaned, his blunt-tipped prick rubbing against his wife's sensuous thigh.
Stacey watched patiently at the door, holding her breath a little as she finally saw Charlotte and Harvey begin to awaken. This was something she had looked forward to for a long time, to actually see them fucking together! Her lovely little body trembled with anticipation and delight as she heard the unmistakable sounds of sighs and the beginnings of little movements beneath the comforter.
Stacey was very annoyed when she heard the doorbell's soft ring behind her and ran to answer it, hoping that Charlotte and Harvey hadn't heard it. She opened the door and admitted Gregory Bickford, mentally cursing him for arriving at such a ridiculous time, just when it was getting interesting!
"I'm terribly busy right now, Greggie! Mummy's come back and I've got to supervise, er, you know, make doubly sure everything's all right between them! It was me that actually got them back together you know!"
Gregory looked at the breathless, beautiful girl-woman standing there in front of him, totally enamored of her unusual comments, but more particularly of her totally uninhibited young body. He felt oddly like some stray puppy, sniffing about a classy little girl puppy who unaccountably was in heat! But, Gregory couldn't help it. He had awakened early that morning knowing that he would come to Stacey's apartment and try to see her again! He had to see her and so, here he was.
Gregory could see the distinct outline of Stacey's body beneath her yellow see-through nightgown and could tell how excited she was by the tautness of her little nipples. Everything about her breathed impatience, desire and longing.
"I won't be in your way, Stace," Greg declared. "I won't stay very long! I just wanted to invite you to attend my frat ... "
"Oh Gregory!" Stacey replied, thoroughly losing patience with the young man of whom she had made such a complete conquest. "Can't you understand! There's undoubtedly a whole lot I've already missed! Now, if you want to watch too, then come on! But just don't stand there taking up my precious time over nothing!"
*****
After her words, Stacey turned on her heels and Gregory watched the small, delicious ass-cheeks swaying down the hallway and out of sight. Cautiously, Greg closed the door behind him and followed her path, feeling put down, and unaccountably as if he didn't have any choice in the matter at all. Could it really be that he had so thoroughly fucked that same little bitch only the day before? And that it had made so little impression on her that it had changed nothing in their relationship! Gregory cursed himself for not having been the first man to fuck her; that was no doubt where her interests lay! Undoubtedly, with the first man who had stuffed her little, delicious cunt with prick! But who had the man been! Gregory thought about it as he walked slowly down the hallway and saw Stacey standing at the slightly parted door, peering lasciviously within!
Harvey could feel Charlotte squirming beside him, he sensed her warmth and her compliance beside him, smelled the marvelous smell of her body. His fingers moved up and sideways upon that smooth expanse of thigh toward the gash of her waiting cunt! The tendrils of soft, curling pussy hair caught at his index finger and he plunged deep into the soft valley, groaning as his flesh encountered the sensuous wetness of the small fuck-hole! He sucked in his breath as Charlotte's body performed a small jump, and his teeth clung to her titty biting softly into the nipple of it. Charlotte seemed the total embodiment of all womankind, as she began to respond to his lovemaking. Charlotte's hands in his hair twisted and turned, and Harvey's hand moved toward her clitty. It was a large one, almost like a baby cock, and it was already swollen with lust as he started massaging it, testing it, rubbing it.
Charlotte felt the familiar beginnings of the rising tidal wave of lust in her cunt. She was waiting eagerly, anticipating the rape she hoped she'd get. What was the most wonderful part was that this time it was her very own Harvey who would rape her!
"Oh, fuck me, rape me, take me like you would a whore," Charlotte thought. "RAPE ME!" She tensed her muscles more and spread her legs a little wider.
Harvey couldn't hold off any longer! He was completely awake now and ready to fuck! Abruptly he ceased his manipulations of her clit and rose up beside Charlotte. Looking down at the magnificent body, his entire body yearned to possess her. His pecker seemed to want to ram into her so far that it would come out of her mouth. He felt every inch in control of himself. Harvey now knew just what this woman he had married wanted and he intended to give it to her! He was going to rape the shit out of her!
Harvey's blood-engorged prick slipped upwards between Charlotte's ivory thighs. Her breath caught as the thick head fit snugly at the entrance of her fuck-hole. Her arms reached upward and caught Harvey around the neck, pulling his lips down toward hers, and sucking her tongue into his mouth, duelling it with his as he pulled the lower half of his body back a little, only to lunge into her twat with full force, smashing his prick heavily into her aching cunt. His pistoning whang pushed back the gently clinging hairs of her blonde twat mound, separating them and entering the wetness of her deep fuck passage, forcing the pink cunny folds inside to move in rippling waves backwards from the advancing lunges of his pecker. Charlotte's eyelashes fluttered wildly as she felt the powerful prick furiously screwing into her cunt! It was as if Charlotte had never been fucked before in her life!
"Oh, Jesus! I've never been fucked like this! Oh, God, Harvey, you're the best! The very best fucker in the world!" Charlotte wailed, her head tossing back and forth as Harvey's gigantic thick prick rammed continually into her pussy as though it would never stop and then the smooth, rubbery cockhead was there wedged into her womb, delightfully expanding, pounding, thudding, breathing inside her. She was shooting her cum instantly, exploding around the full force of this wonderful fucking Harvey was giving her! "This is just the first time we fucked!" Charlotte thought, as the bursting waves of pleasure took hold! "No! No! It's better! Much better! A moan escaped from her lips. This is the very first time Harvey has ever fucked me!
Stacey Barrett watched the tremendous fuck session between Harvey and Charlotte as though it were some sacred ceremony being performed by Zeus and his queen. She had never witnessed anything so fantastic! She kept remembering that this was how they had produced her! When Gregory's searching lecherous fingers wrapped themselves around her budding titties from behind, Stacey paid little attention accept to note that the pleasurable tingling she had felt in her cunt before was being augmented by his teasing fingers! And then again it was really nice to be able to rub her soft, white ass-cheeks against the slowly hardening fuckpole that was sticking into her ass behind her! Stacey suddenly wanted to have some horny companionship as she enjoyed the obscene fuck spectacle Charlotte and Harvey were putting on unaware that they were being spied upon!
Because Stacey couldn't help feel a little jealous and started to feel a little left out, a little lonely about the whole thing, she whispered, "Oh, look how Harvey's fucking her! Watch Greggie!" she moaned quietly in a husky voice, totally enraptured. Gregory grunted that he was watching and lifted Stacey's nightgown up, inserting his long thick pecker with the utmost tenderness and care between his beautiful little Stacey's thighs. Then he bent down slightly with unusual determination and lifted her up a little, arching his prick inward and up, pushing hard enough and controlling her hips, so that he was slipping his cock inside her with what was almost no effort at all. The tightness of her pussy walls wrapped greedily around his worming whang, her ass-cheeks quivering and spread wide as he forced her downward. Gregory felt the snug, still barely-fucked twat flesh surrounding his ballooning fuckstick. Gregory heard Stacey groan with delight and sighed, himself overjoyed by his good fortune. He cared little about what Charlotte and Harvey were doing inside, although they did seem to be having one hell of a fucking time! All his attention was on his precious Stacey's gem of a cunt.
Greggie was somewhat surprised when she began to grown out softly, "Oh, Harvey! Oh, ohhhhh! Daddy, fuck me!" Stacey's girl hips rotated backward obscenely as she pressured his pecker for cum fulfillment and Gregory knew with certainty that he was just being used again! But still his prick throbbed into her joyfully, willingly, ready to accept anything from her juicy, hot, little cunt!
"Eeeeiiiiiggghhhh!" Charlotte's cry of orgiastic fulfillment rang out clearly and sharply from the bedroom and the amazed Stacey Barrett snapped her hips down again onto Gregory Bickford's insinuated prick and muttered, "Oh, Greggie!
Charlotte's cuming again! OH, God, I've got to have my cum too!"
Gregory thought he was prepared for anything was beyond being shocked by his adorable girlfriend's fuck needs, until after a particularly piercing cry from Charlotte Barrett, Stacey suddenly broke away from him declaring, "I've got to go in that bedroom! I can't bear just watching anymore!"
Stacey pulled away without too much difficulty from Gregory's arms, his surprise at her words distracting him momentarily and letting his still hard, lusting pecker slip from her as yet unsatisfied cunt. Then, Stacey walked into her parents' bedroom.
They were fucking in still another position, having gone through so many that Stacey's head swam with all the delights that would be hers in the years to come. Their daughter's entry into the bedroom went unnoticed by Harvey and Charlotte because this time, Charlotte's face was totally covered by Harvey's large, well-built body. His still huge, hard prick fucked masterfully in and out of Charlotte's mouth as wet cocksucking noises filled the bedroom. Stacey eyed the uncovered splendor of Charlotte's blonde pussy and moved instinctively toward them, removing her see-through yellow nightgown as she approached them.
Stacey climbed up on the bed and placed her palms against the flat sides of Charlotte's satiny thighs, slowly pushing them even wider apart. Charlotte Barrett's reaction was muffled in a loud, gulping noise as she sucked at Harvey's fiercely fucking cock. Stacey, her lovely face flushed with lust and desire, let her lips drop to Charlotte's inflamed cunt. Deftly, Stacey flicked her tongue out and let it bury itself into the tight folds of Charlotte Barrett's cum-filled cunt. She sucked inward. Stacey was sucking her own mummy's pussy! Stacey was sucking her own dear mummy's cunt! She quivered and pushed upward, kneeling inward behind Harvey's back, between her mother's legs letting her titties hang forward so that they could rub against Charlotte's velvet thighs. She wriggled her nipples against the insides of them, and took the baby-cock clitty between her teeth, nibbling slowly and sensuously upon the meaty flesh of Charlotte's clit. Her beautiful mummy's legs and thighs began to twist and soon to bump upward against Stacey's face. She nuzzled down still further, overjoyed at the idea that she was giving her mummy this tremendous sexual pleasure.
Oh, God, how wonderful it was to give something beautiful to her lovely Charlotte!
Charlotte felt the maddening immoral tongue fucking in her cunt! She was appalled by it at first, not having any idea of who it could be, and her mouth being effectively filled by Harvey's huge, blood-engorged prick, she was unable to protest. But as the strange cunt sucking went on and began to feel sensuously delicious, Charlotte found herself not only abandoning herself to it, but enjoying the wonderful feel of it, even delighting in the fact that someone was sucking her pussy so beautifully! The tiny pink nipples that brushed against her legs, the soft satiny skin did not ring a familiar bell in Charlotte's mind at first! She was not used to thinking of Stacey in this connection, but as Charlotte felt herself cuming another time, her huge clitty expanding in the sucking hot little mouth that seemed to know so well what to do, she seemed to have some idea of who it might be! Some instinctive hidden knowledge that she possessed made what was to follow easier. Her husband jerked above her, his fuckstick spewing thick, gobby spurts of scalding semen in its final spasms, letting forth a stream of deliciously warm liquid heat into her wildly gulping mouth as Charlotte twitched wildly from the marvelous cunt suckings going on below!
Then as Harvey's passion slowly subsided, he became aware of the other presence in the room and twisting around saw the most obscene spectacle he had ever witnessed.
"Stacey!" Harvey cried and Charlotte gasped and repeated his cry, but below them, their darling Stacey was completely oblivious to their stunned recognition. Her blonde head bobbed lasciviously, her mouth feeding upon the sweet, tender flesh of her mummy's open eager pussy, her own hips and ass-cheeks open wantonly, moving in the air behind her. There was a strange scramble, as Harvey left his straddling position and tried to reach the concentrating Stacey, but as he did so, Stacey just turned to him, pressing her naked body to his eagerly as if in the sure knowledge that Harvey would accept her. He found himself bending to kiss her, tasting the familiarity of Charlotte's divine pussy upon her red little lips, and being sexually aroused by it, his prick immediately becoming hard again.
*****
From the king-sized bed Charlotte watched Harvey and Stacey, still stunned and exhausted from her own last climax. She was surprised to find her thoughts completely overtaken by her cunt's peculiarly sensual stimulation. Of all the many strange experiences Charlotte had and the bizarre things she had seen, this was the most unique of all! Charlotte had to admit that Stacey's miniature body as it pressed itself against Harvey was enchanting, and she saw now why her husband had had so much trouble resisting her! Why even now, Harvey accepted Stacey's sexually blatant advances without giving thought to the consequences. Hadn't she done the same thing? Hadn't she known that it was Stacey who was sucking her cunt when she was cuming so rapturously, so beautifully, so tremendously?
This magnificent girl, Stacey, was definitely a force to be reckoned with, something that was, in a sense, bigger than all of them put together!
Charlotte found herself becoming aroused at the sight of them, her handsome Harvey and her beautiful Stacey coupled, clinging voluptuously to each other at the foot of the bed. Charlotte tried to be angry, to be upset by it all, but instead found only excitement stirring her pussy again. Her heart was pounding at the thought of what they must be feeling together, and when they began to waver and drop toward the bed, their lips still clinging sweetly together, she moved over to give them room. Before her very eyes, she watched Harvey with lust-glazed eyes and trembling, shaking hands, lift the lovely Stacey into position on the bed. He held onto her legs, wheelbarrow fashion, his enormous prick like an overstuffed salami moving before him. With a sudden womanly feeling, she feared for Stacey's physical and mental well-being, seeing the variation in the size of Harvey's massive cock and Stacey's tiny cunt. Stacey's twat was so little, such a miniature duplicate of herself and Harvey's fuckstick was so outrageously huge! And yet, it was going to happen! They were going to fuck! Yet, Charlotte had to remind herself that they already had fucked before! Still, as the mighty fuckpole edged into Stacey's wide-spread and needing-twat-gash.
"Oh, your delicious cunt! Your delightful little pussy!" Harvey Barrett groaned, completely out of his mind with desire as he pushed forward into his Stacey's screwbox, letting his hardened stick of prick flesh in little by little, feeling the tiny, hair-lined cunt mouth give, even as Charlotte watched there on the bed beside him, hearing the delightful Stacey mewl and whine with fuck pleasure.
Stacey turned her face toward Charlotte's and as her features twisted with obvious ecstasy and bliss at the full penetration of Harvey's enormous prick. Stacey stretched out her arms to the beautiful older woman and pulled Charlotte Barrett down to her so that their titties pressed together and their lips ground against each other in a sensuous moment of recognition.
"Oh, my darlings!" Stacey cried out and then, "I love you my wonderful loves! I adore you!"
Stacey knew that her heart was bursting with love for the two people she adored the most in the world! Harvey's prick was lunging and ramming deep into her pussy and Charlotte's huge boobies were pressed against hers, their lips kissing passionately. Stacey had them both exactly where she wanted them. They loved each other and they loved her. What more could a girl ask?
At the bedroom door, standing completely forgotten by the sensual threesome, Gregory watched as Harvey, Charlotte and Stacey Barrett indulged in a lustful free-for-all-all niceties forgotten. They went at each other with the expertise, cunning and understanding of experienced hedonists, each seeming to extract the most from the other's body. Harvey commanded the two beautiful women like a king, making them carry out his orders with a steel glint in his eyes, until Gregory was sure he would soon have them sucking his toes as well as his ass-hole and cock! He watched as Charlotte and Stacey sucked each other's cunts, each with a tousled head of golden blonde hair attached to the other's golden blonde cunt and Harvey, moving around them all the time, finding the open tightness of Stacey's writhing twat-gash, moving into her pussy swiftly while Charlotte's mouth still clung to the tender pussy above. Then, Harvey worked his way around to Charlotte's mouth and did the same to her. This last maneuver so completely unnerved Gregory that he finally summoned up all his courage and entering the room, he decided that the reception he would receive could not fail to be anything but happy. After all, wasn't he practically a member of the family too? At least he would be when Stacey was eighteen.
Charlotte and Harvey looked at Gregory as he appeared, brandishing his raging erection before him. Then they looked at Stacey for some explanation. Stacey looked up and smiled.
"Oh, that's all right! It's only Greggie, my husband-to-be!" Stacey said, allowing her head to fall back onto the bed. "Come on in, Greggie, the fucking's fine!"
Charlotte and Harvey looked at the beautiful, precocious girl-woman before them and moved over to make room for the handsome Gregory Bickford, their future son-in-law.
"Hello, Charlotte, Harvey," Greggie said, a trifle embarrassed.
Charlotte noticed his large, huge fuckstick and her pussy began to palpitate and get wet once again. It wasn't as gigantic as Harvey's but Charlotte was sure this young man could make her see stars!
Harvey was once again shoving his over-sized prick into Stacey's eager cunt, her eyes rolling in their sockets, her small body writhing and twisting in her ecstasy.
Charlotte looked at Gregory once more, and beckoning him over to her with her finger, spread her thighs open wide so her blonde pussy winked invitingly at him. "Why not," she thought as he sunk his beautiful cock up her twat to the hilt, "it's all in the family!"
