It is commonly believed that the sexual revolution was a child of the 1960's and stopped there. Nothing could be farther than the truth. Here and now, in the middle of the 1970's, the revolution is going strong. Lifestyles and old concepts are getting farther and farther out all the time, and many old taboos are falling by the wayside.
Incest, always kept from public view, is receiving increasing reportage. This doesn't necessarily mean it is on the rise; it is merely coming more into the open through more sophisticated, honest investigation.
The following story touches upon incest between brother and sister, between cousins, and between father and daughter. While the tale may seem somewhat bizarre-in development and characters-one could quite likely find the true-life parallel in any city in the U.S. today.
CHAPTER ONE
Karen lay flat on her back in the queen sized bed in the unfamiliar bedroom and stared glumly at the ceiling. Tears misted her eyes. For the first time since she'd embarked on this visit to see her divorced Daddy, she had misgivings.
Mom had tried talking her out of this visit to the father she hadn't seen in almost five years. Since he and Mom had split and he'd left them to struggle along without him. Mom had tried to warn her that her Dad was no good and never would be. Her own recollections of her male parent were vague. She had only been past eleven years old when they had parted after years of an impossible, bitter marriage.
Now, at sixteen and a half, she had almost forgotten him. She vaguely recalled the day he had stomped out of their life forever-five years ago. She and Mom still lived in the little bungalow in the deep southern town back east. The town and mode of life that Bob Wilson claimed was stifling him. That had been the root cause of their breakup. Bob wanted to move elsewhere. To a bigger city. Out to the coast. At heart he was a wheeler-dealer, a free spirit.
Mom had been just the opposite. A fanatically religious woman, she wanted no part of the gay life. The wickedness and snares of the cities. Hers was a rustic, conservative attitude. A farmer's daughter, she wanted to stay put in the peace and serenity of a small town life style.
Karen recalled the many bitter arguments between Mom and Dad over these conflicting philosophies until one day, he split. Until yesterday, she hadn't laid eyes on him. Now she was wondering if she hadn't made a mistake in coming here to the coast to visit him.
He had really changed in the past five years. Her recollections of him had been that of a moody man, brooding all the time and so very unhappy. Now, in the short time she'd been here in his lush home on the coast, she was startled by the change in him. He was voluble, outgoing, quick with a smile and obviously a man who had thrown off the shackles of restraint.
From what she'd seen so far during her visit, which was to be for thirty days, she noticed he was living in open sin with her Aunt Martha, her mom's older sister. Finding him here with her Aunt Martha had been an opening shocker from which she hadn't fully recovered. She knew that Mom hadn't the faintest idea that her ex-husband was shacking up with her sister. If she had known, she never would have allowed her to visit him.
The initial shock waves had been followed by others until now, laying awake in her bed and staring glumly at the ceiling, she debated the advisability of going home. All the joy she'd been looking forward to in visiting her Dad had begun to evaporate when she realized what she'd let herself in for.
Like her mother, she was a prude. All her life she'd been steeped in religion and Mom had preached to her about the wickedness of life and the sinners who strayed from the straight and narrow. While she wasn't as fanatical as Mom about religion, she did have a firm belief in righteousness and living a good, clean life, devoid of sin.
Now she had found out that the parent she had been looking forward to seeing after all these years was the biggest sinner of all!
She turned tear-stained eyes toward the bedroom door upon hearing a knock. Sniffling back the sobs, she called, "Come in."
* * *
The door opened and a girl stepped in.
Karen sat up in bed as though jabbed in the butt with a pin, her mouth agape. The girl heading toward her bed was half naked! It was her cousin, Sherri Renders. Sherri, just past seventeen, was the female member of Martha's twins, who also lived here in the big mansion.
"You're naked!" she gasped.
Glancing at her country cousin in surprise, Sherri shook her head. "I am not! I've got my panties on." She frowned. Sherri had been just as awed by the sight of this cousin she'd never seen before yesterday as Karen had been surprised over her. Sherri at one hundred and fifteen pounds on a lush, curvy, five foot six inch physique had been trying to figure out this strange girl from the country ever since she'd arrived yesterday.
"You always walk around, like that?" The surprise at seeing her city cousin with nothing on but a pair of see through pink panties was wearing off. A close glance verified the fact that Sherri was indeed a real blonde. A nice patch of golden-colored cunt hair was visible beneath the tight fitting panties.
Sherri giggled. "Most times I don't even wear this much!" She was amused at the shock she'd caused. She glanced owlishly at her lovely brown-haired cousin who was dressed in a mother hubbard type flannel nightie. "You wear that thing to bed?"
Clutching her nightie tighter about her lush form, Karen nodded. She found herself mentally comparing her own physique to that of her lovely cousin. At age sixteen and a half, Karen was five foot five inches, one hundred and ten pounds with brown hair and hazel eyes. At home she was a high school junior and a straight A student. Beautiful. Smart and square. Also practically a virgin. One night a year ago, she'd let a boy tap her cherry. Since then she'd lived in regret and remorse. She'd never told Mom what had happened that night.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sherri glanced at her sharply. "You've been crying?" Her voice was low and throaty. Her baby blues were filled with compassion. Placing hands on Karen's bent-up knees and peering deep into the troubled hazel eyes, she asked, "Why?"
Cutting loose with a few sobs, Karen murmured, "I'm scared. I've never been away from home before. When I got Daddy's letter asking me to come out here and visit him, I was all excited. Now, I'm not so sure I should've come." Tears misted her eyes.
Sherri clucked her tongue. "I think I understand." She gently ran her fingers around Karen's nightie covered knees. "Bob mentioned the kind of life you were brought up in."
"Bob?"
"Your Dad!" Sherri chuckled. "My Uncle. Only he insists that I call him Bob."
"I see." Karen didn't see. This casual familiarity and intimacy among the people in the mansion was the very thing causing her so much concern. "What else did he tell you?"
"All about your Mom. My aunt Rebecca. I've never seen her, but he tells me a lot about her, especially since I found out you were going to visit us."
"You've never met my Mom?"
"Never. And yesterday was the first time I ever saw you." Sherri eased back on the bed and joined Karen in staring up at the ceiling. "My Mom is older than your Mom. She married my Dad years ago, long after she left home. She hasn't kept in touch with her sister, your Mom at all. Your Mom would flip if she knew that my Mom was here shacking up with your Dad."
Karen nodded and a few more tears flowed. The shock of finding Dad shacking up with her aunt had been quite a blow. Also finding Aunt Martha with a pair of twins, Sherri and Timmie, had added to the shock waves. "It's all so confusing. I'm sorry I came. I think I'll leave. After all, this isn't what I expected it would be."
"You are a prude!" Sherri giggled in delight. "I thought Bob was exaggerating about you and your Mom. But it's true. You are shocked at what you've found out, aren't you?" She slid onto her side and ran her fingers through Karen's mass of brown hair. Her naked breasts were close to Karen's well covered ones.
Karen edged away. "It's all so crazy and mixed up. Dad and your mother living together."
"This is Mom's place," explained Sherri. "She got it as part of the divorce settlement from Burt."
"Burt?"
"Burt Martin," explained Sherri. "One of my stepfathers. Mom's been married a couple of times. Burt's a rich bastard. He still comes around to visit-often."
Karen sighed. It was items like this that shocked her. Trying to keep up with the people who inhabited this vast mansion was difficult. She had already enjoyed some of the fringe benefits of being here. The huge swimming pool in the backyard. The tennis court. The basketball court. The stables in the distance. This was the type of luxury living she'd dreamed about and had seen in movies. Never in her wildest imagination, however, had she thought she'd be part of such a place as an invited guest.
Sherri grinned impishly. "Come on to my room. I'll sort things out for you. Show you some picture albums. Explain who's who." She hopped from the bed, took one of Karen's hands and tugged.
Karen eyed the almost naked girl suspiciously, feeling a hot flush coming to her cheeks. Never before in her young life had she been in the presence of a naked girl her own age, or any other girl. Nudity was one of the things Mom preached against. Nudity, sex and violence were taboo items and headed the list of sinful things Mom warned her against for as long as she could remember.
Shaking her head, she murmured, "I guess I'll just stay here and think things over. Maybe I'll tell Dad I'm gonna leave and call Mom to meet me at the airport when I get home."
"Chicken!" teased Sherri, her blue eyes alight with impish gleams. "You're a scaredy-cat."
"I am not!" Karen flared. "It's just that things here are so different. I ... I ... I guess maybe I am scared," she admitted, truthfully.
"So what's to be scared of?" teased Sherri standing directly in front of her and thrusting out her lush melons. Sherri, just past seventeen, was well endowed with a lovely pair of titties. Firm, fully packed, round and out thrusting. "I'm not going to hurt you! I mean, after all, I'm a girl!" She giggled.
Karen nodded. She would be the first to admit that her cousin was indeed a girl-all girl. A nice shapely white physique. A nice mop of blonde hair and a snatch to match. Sherri's golden-haired pussy was clearly visible through her see-through panties.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt none if I went with you." She eased from the bed, wrapping her full length nightie around her own lush shape which was on a par with her cousin's. Karen's titties were also large sized. They were firm, round and solid melons. She was slightly smaller than her city cousin and had a nice mop of brown hair and a snatch to match. Only her snatch wasn't visible at the moment since she was dressed in a loose-fitting nightie that hid all her main essentials.
Passing a closed bedroom door en-route to her room, Sherri nodded. "That's Timmie's room. Should we pop in and see him? I'll bet he's jerking himself off. Let's catch him in the act!"
"What? Your own brother? You watch him doing that?" She had a vague idea of what Sherri meant, having heard the subject discussed in her high school.
"He won't mind. In fact, he might even let us do it for him. Wanna go in?" Sherri paused, an impish grin on her pretty, rounded face with the cute button nose. Her blue eyes sparkled.
Karen shook her head. The feelings of discontent welled anew. With every passing minute the horrifying thought became more pronounced.
She should never have come here for a visit!
The feelings of exultation that had been with her since the arrival of Daddy's letter a few weeks ago, inviting her to visit him here on the coast, had been evaporating ever since her arrival. She regretted her impulsiveness in accepting his invitation. She should have listened to Mom who had tried to discourage her from coming. Only after insistent pleading on her part had Mom reluctantly agreed to let her come here for a short visit. Now she wished she had listened to Mom. Had allowed Mom to talk her out of it.
She nudged Sherri forward and quickly followed her cousin into her bedroom. She marveled at the decor of the huge mansion and the size of the rooms. There were five bedrooms on this second floor and each one had an attached bathroom! Each one was nicely furnished and contained large sized beds and sumptuous furnishings. The entire place reeked of wealth and lavishness. Like a movie setting.
Arriving in the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed. Again came the tears. She sagged. She felt so alone, so out of place here. She didn't belong. Not among these far out characters. These free spirited souls.
Sherri sat next to her and eased her onto her back. Laying beside her, she ran her fingers through the mass of lovely, brown hair. "There, there, Cousin. Relax. It isn't the end of the world."
"For me it is," sniffed Karen, trying to smile. "I don't belong here. I'm going home. I'll tell Dad tomorrow." She hadn't seen much of her parent since she'd arrived. He had been busy. He'd explained he was working on a big deal and would wind it up soon, then he'd have more time to devote to her. After the first quick kiss, hugs and expressions of awe at how big she'd grown, he'd sort of left her to shift for herself in the company of Sherri.
This unintentional slight had hurt her deeply. She realized he was a busy man, but after all, he hadn't see her in five years. He could've arranged things so he could have spent more time with her.
"Oh-oh! He's home now!" Sherri cocked an ear and listened. Dad shared a bedroom with her Mom right next to this one. "I guess the party's over." She glanced at her watch. "Only midnight. They're home early. It must've been a washout."
"Oh?"
"C'mere!" Sherri whispered, hopping onto the bed and kneeling before the headboard. "We can watch 'em in action."
"What're you talking about?"
"Shhh!" Sherri pressed a finger to her lips. "They probably think we're asleep. Be quiet. Just watch." Sherri gently eased a panel above her headboard aside. The opening of the panel revealed a mirror.
"What's that?"
"A one-way see-through mirror," explained Sherri. "All the bedrooms have 'em." She giggled. "Burt had 'em installed when he had the house built. He's quite a character." She edged forward. "Here, take a peek!"
Karen knelt beside her cousin, mouth agape. She felt like Alice In Wonderland peeking through the looking glass. She gasped! She could see clearly into the bedroom! Almost the entire room was in focus. The huge, king sized bed, the lovely vanity, the huge chest of drawers and the small, built in bar in the far corner of the room.
Not only was she getting a complete view of the bedroom and the occupants, but she could clearly hear every word that was being said.
"I opened this panel so you could hear them, too," explained Sherri, kneeling next to her with her cute butt wiggling.
"Your Mom knows you peek at them like this?" Karen whispered.
"Of course. She figures it's a good way for me to learn about sex. Actually seeing it. Right now, though, I imagine she thinks I'm asleep, so be very quiet. They can hear us, too, don't forget-if we talk too loud."
Karen nodded, lapsing into silence and just observing. Her eyes lit up in pride when she watched her Dad. He was such a handsome man. At age thirty-five, Robert Wilson was six feet tall. He had brown hair, cut rather long and modish. He had hazel eyes that matched hers in color. He was one hundred and eighty pounds of handsome manhood.
She had some pictures of him at home in her photo album. Pictures taken when he and Mom were still married and living together. But those pictures had been taken more than five years ago. He hadn't changed too much. A bit heavier and more mature-looking. But still the handsome, well built man she'd remembered from her childhood days.
Since arriving here at this mansion, she'd found herself wondering time and again, why Mom had ever divorced him. It surely wasn't because she didn't like his looks. It was because he didn't fit into her mold of life, her way of living. Her fanaticism about things religious. At heart Dad was a wheeler dealer. The restraint of being married to Mom was too much. The split was inevitable.
She watched him with proud eyes when he came from the bathroom after taking a quick shower. He paused before his bureau and brushed at his mop of brown hair. He had on only his pajama bottoms. His chest was manly and had a nice covering of hair. She recalled having seen him a few times in his swim trunks many years ago, when she was about nine, or ten. One of the few times she'd seen him half undressed.
The proud look in her eyes receded when she saw Martha emerging from the bathroom.
Martha was stark naked!
The frown on Karen's face deepened when she catalogued the assets of the woman who had replaced Mom in Dad's affections.
She was startled by the appearance of her aunt. Martha looked a lot like her younger sister. At age thirty six, Martha was five foot eight inches, weighed a lush one hundred and thirty pounds and had a mop of bleached-blonde hair. Unlike her daughter, Sherri, she wasn't a true blonde. Her cunt hairs were a light brown in color. She did have the same color eyes as Mom, however. A nice shade of blue.
When she spoke her voice sounded a lot like Mom's, too. Karen reasoned that it was because Martha was so much like her younger sister that it was what attracted Dad to her.
Sitting at her vanity, brushing her hair, Martha said, "What do you think of your little daughter?"
Bob stepped over, placed hands on Martha's bare shoulders and kneaded. "She's sure a beauty. Reminds me of her mother at that age." His eyes grew wistful.
"You still love Rebecca, don't you?" Martha turned around on the vanity stool and faced him, an impish gleam in her eyes.
He nodded. "I guess I always will," he admitted, gently running fingers through Martha's hair. "My first love and all that jazz." He smiled ruefully. "Seeing my kid yesterday brought back sharp memories. I haven't seen Karen in five years. She's sure changed. She was just a skinny little brat."
"Now, she's a regular Miss America." Martha chuckled. "Let's face it, Bob, she inherited the good looks on both sides of the family."
"She sure did." Bob sighed, and added, "She also inherited something else, strictly from Rebecca."
"Like what?" Martha reached into his pajama fly and began toying with his cock.
"Her prudishness. You notice how she blushes every time someone says anything the least bit off-color? And Sherri mentioned that all she had to go swimming with was an old fashioned one piece swim suit. And that dress she had on when she arrived. Girls haven't worn long dresses like that since I don't know when. I'll bet she's a religious nut, just like her mother."
"Well, that would be natural. Rebecca took after our parents. They were sure nuts. That's why they stuck me and her with names like Martha and Rebecca." Martha grimaced. "Imagine, going through life tagged with those kind of names. I've been tempted to change mine many a time."
"I kinda like it." Bob grinned impishly. He assisted her in her fondling of his cock and reaching down, he began fondling her huge, solid melons. For a moment, he frowned. "I've been wondering if maybe I made a mistake in asking the kid to visit me?"
Martha nodded. "I've been wondering the same thing. She acts like she's scared to death of all of us."
Karen, from her vantage point in the other bedroom, observing the action and hearing herself being talked about, squirmed uncomfortably. "I wish they'd stop talking about me," she whispered, nuzzling closer to Sherri. This young girl was the only one so far she felt at ease with.
"They'll stop talking soon. Just watch." Sherri giggled and inclined her head.
Sherri was right.
Martha succeeded in unzipping Bob's pajama bottoms. They fell down to the floor, draped around his hairy legs. Her fondling of his prick had produced desired results. His prick was bone hard-and huge. A full eight inches of big, thick cock bouncing eagerly before her face.
Expertly, and without hesitation, Martha slid her lovely lips around his lovely cock and began sucking it!
Karen gasped in dismay. It was actually the first time she'd ever seen a man's prick. When she'd lost her cherry last year to the boy at the drive-in movie, it had been a hit and miss deal. He had gotten her on the back seat of his car and had lifted her dress and had raped her without her seeing hardly a thing. She had felt little because the boy's prick had been so small. Barely enough to break her hymen and cause her loss of virginity. A fact she kept well hidden from Mom.
Now for the first time she was looking at a man's cock! And the man was her own father. She almost swooned. A feeling of faintness swept through her. She braced her chin on her hands on the headboard and stared in shocked amazement at the scene unfolding in the other bedroom. Her strength began to return after the initial shock wore off. "What're they doing?" she whispered, staring in disbelief at the strange scene.
Sherri eyed her in puzzlement. Was her cousin putting her on? "Mom's sucking his cock," she explained. "Didn't you ever suck one?"
"No." Karen's voice was barely audible.
"Hmm." Sherri peered at the sucking scene, then asked, "You still a virgin?"
Feeling a hit flush in her cheeks, Karen shook her head. "Not quite. There was this boy ... last year ... at a drive in movie ... he ... kinda raped me...." She blurted out the story of her life.
"And that was the only time anything like that happened between you and a boy?"
"Yes ... the first and only time...." Karen shuddered at the ugly memory.
"Hmmm." Sherri's eyes were very thoughtful while she returned her gaze to the bedroom scenery. "Practically a virgin. Never sucked a cock...."
After getting his cock nicely sucked for a few pleasant minutes, Bob eased his cock sucking common law wife to her feet and led her to the bed. He pushed her onto her back, spread her legs wide, lifted her knees and gazed down at the revealed cunt. For a woman of thirty-six who'd been doing plenty of fucking all her life, Martha still had a nice looking cunt.
She humped it up suggestively. "C'mon, lover boy. Sock it to me," she invited.
Bob knelt between her legs, aimed his huge, throbbing cock forward and slid it in easily. "Like that, you bitch?"
"Like that!" screamed the bitch happily. "Oh, Lord, you have such a BIG cock, you horny bastard. I love it! I love it! C'mon, sock it to me. Like wow! It feels good ... it feels good ... Ooooooooo ... aaaaaaaaaaah...." Martha whimpered, moaned and accepted his offering with cries of ecstasy and delight.
Bob pounded his cock into his wriggling playmate with moans and sobs of delight. The two lovers had long ago adjusted to each other and knew exactly how to pleasure.
Karen stared in stricken silence at the fucking duo on the bed. Shock waves coursed through her. Her prudish instincts took over. Her inner upbringing rebelled at the horrible sight she was witnessing. The disgusting, revolting sight of the two naked adults writhing around on the bed, murmuring obscenities and fucking like demons.
It was the most disgusting, terrifying sight she'd ever witnessed! They were like two beasts. Two wild animals.
She watched with bated breath and sickening feelings welling up inside. Then, with a sob of dismay, she scotched from the bed, and ran from the room, sobbing!
She rushed back to her room, climbed onto her bed, pulled the covers up and for a long time stared almost unseeingly at the ceiling.
Again and again her mind conjured up the horrible scene she'd just witnessed. The plunging of Dad's cock into the willing, hairy cunt of her Aunt Martha. The squeals of delight. The moans and whimpers of contentment. The animal like sounds. The disgusting things they said to each other. It was like a nightmare.
Karen's slender body shook from her sobs. She clenched and unclenched her hands. It had been the most revolting, horrifying scene she'd ever witnessed.
At last the tears stopped flowing. The sobs lessened. The mirage dimmed. Slowly sleep came to her tortured mind and body. But before it did, she had made a firm resolve.
She would leave this place tomorrow. She wouldn't stay another day in this horrifying place.
CHAPTER TWO
Her firm resolve to leave was still with her when the morning sun filtered into her bedroom and awakened her. It was like coming out of a bad dream, only this hadn't been a dream, or a nightmare. It had been all too real. Her mind still reflected the horrifying spectacle of Daddy fucking hell out of Aunt Martha. Daddy plunging his big cock into Martha's willing cunt. Intermingled with that terrifying picture was the one in which Martha sucked his cock!
It had been a frightening sight for a sixteen-year-old girl to witness. A girl who had never been exposed to sex before except for a short interlude at a drive in theater when she'd been deflowered. That, too, had been a mind blowing experience.
After refreshing herself in the bathroom, Karen sat down at her vanity and brushed her long hair. Her mind was still made up. She'd comer Daddy sometime today and explain to him that she was going to leave. He had been pleasant to her, when he found time to be with her. He was such a busy person he hadn't found much time. She wouldn't mention what she'd witnessed last night. She would simply say that she didn't feel right being here. He would understand. During his session with Martha last night, he'd mentioned it might have been a mistake on his part, inviting her for the visit.
Her trend of thoughts were interrupted by Sherri entering the room. Sherri had the darnedest habit of barging into rooms without knocking.
"Hi, Cousin!" Sherri's greeting was casual. "You finally get up, sleepyhead?"
"Yeah." Karen swung around on the stool and gulped. Leave it to Sherri to be full of surprises. Sherri had on the briefest bikini Karen had ever gazed at. The minute material barely covered the barest essentials. Her lush breasts almost popped from the tiny top and Karen could almost see Sherri's golden-colored cunt hairs along the side of the string bikini bottom. One thing she'd found out about her beautiful blonde cousin-she sure wasn't shy when it came to showing off her lovely physique.
"Let's go down, get a bite to eat, then go for a dip in the pool." Sherri held out a bikini. "I brought along one of my bikinis. It'll look better on you than that one piece suit you brought along."
Karen accepted the proffered garments and gulped. "You expect me to wear these?" It was a green-colored string bikini, similar to the blue one Sherri had on.
"Why not?" Sherri chuckled. "That suit of yours went out of style years ago. Girls don't wear that type any more. Try this one on."
"Gee ... I don't know. Maybe I won't be here long enough to go swimming. I've decided to tell Daddy I'm leaving."
"Well, you're going to have to wait. He left for the city a short time ago. He and Mom both. He's all wound up in some kind of a deal, and Mom's got a few meetings to go to. Our parents are very busy people. They won't be back all day. Maybe not until late tonight."
"But ... but ... maybe I should just pack my things. Call up the airline office. See when I can get a flight home." Karen hedged, looking for excuses.
Sherri shook her head. "You're still upset over what you saw your Dad and my Mom doing to each other last night?"
Karen nodded and tears -rimmed her eyes. "It was revolting! They were like animals!" Her voice was filled with sobs.
Wrapping an arm around the trembling girl, Sherri soothed. "Gee, you are uptight. You've never seen anything like that before?"
"Un-unh." Karen sucked in a deep breath. "It was disgusting. And ... and ... they're not even married!"
Sherri sighed. "I kinda understand how you feel, but let's face it, there isn't a thing you or I can do about it. My mom and your dad are both over twenty-one. They're not about to change because we don't like what they're doing."
"You don't like it, either?"
"Of course not! I would much prefer they get married. Make what they're doing legal. I'm not about to say anything to them, however. I figure what they do is their business."
"But it's wrong. It's sinful."
Sherri shrugged. "So a lot of things in life are sinful. Why make a big deal out of it?"
"You're as bad as they are!" Karen pouted.
A sudden flush came to Sherri's face, then she smiled. "What are we arguing about? Let's forget about them. Let's figure out what we're going to do. You can't tell your Dad you're leaving until he gets home, so until then, let's do something. Put that bikini on for a starter, then we'll go see what Mrs. Midis can rustle up for us for breakfast. Okay?"
"Well ... I guess so...." Waiting for Sherri to turn around so she could undress, Karen fidgeted. Then seeing that Sherri wasn't about to turn away while she got dressed, she slowly slid from her mother hubbard type nightie. She was disturbed by the gleam in Sherri's eyes when she stood before her in the nude, struggling to get into the string bikini.
"Here, let me help you!" Sherri's eyes lit up at sight of her nude cousin. Reaching over, she helped Karen tug the tight fitting suit on. The brief bikini accentuated Karen's positives. The suit fit the one hundred and fifteen pound lush brunette perfectly. She pursed her lips in a wolf whistle. "Like, wow, Cousin!"
Karen eyed herself in a full length mirror. A moment of panic seeped through her. The brief bikini barely covered her. It was lewd, and far too revealing. The bikini bottom barely covered her snatch. The top barely covered her lush melons. Mom would flip if she ever saw her in such an outfit. "Gee, I can't wear this. I feel naked in it."
Sherri eyed her from stem to stem. "You look wonderful, Cousin. It fits you like a glove." There was a trace of envy in her tone. Karen had an even better shape than she. Her breasts were a trifle larger and her butt was more round. "C'mon, let's go eat."
Karen reluctantly followed her down the flight of stairs and into the kitchen, the domain of the chief cook and bottle washer, Mrs. Midis, an elderly, plump, grey-haired housekeeper.
After eating, they went to the pool. Timmie, a male replica of his pretty, blonde twin sister was the only one in the pool at the moment. From time to time during the day, other kids and friends and neighbors dropped by for a dip.
Timmie, a long-haired blond boy, looked so much like his beautiful sister, it was uncanny. He had the same round type face. The big, baby blue eyes. The cute, button nose and the same, creamy, pink flesh. With his long blond hair, he was almost a duplicate of his twin sister, except he wasn't wearing a bikini. He had a hairless chest and was wearing a pair of blue colored swim trunks. He had the beginnings of a nice coat of tan.
He joined them at pool side, and while they were debating going into the pool, he made up their minds for them. With an impish grin on his pretty face, he sneaked up in back of them and pushed them both in.
Karen, gurgling and trying to swallow too much water, surfaced. She wasn't a good swimmer, because Mom always frowned on such activities and seldom went to beaches or allowed her to go to pools with other kids. Fortunately, the pool wasn't too large and she managed to swim to the ladder and climb out. She bestowed a look of contempt at Timmie. "Don't do that again," she warned, unsmilingly.
"Aw, nuts!" Giving her a glare of equal contempt, Timmie walked away from them. He didn't particularly like his new cousin. She was too much of a prude. No fun at all. Leaving them, he went to the diving board and contented himself with practicing his dives.
Climbing from the pool, Sherri frowned. "Hey, what's with you two?"
"I don't like him. He's too fresh."
Sherri giggled. "Yeah, he acts like a boy. He likes to show off." Picking up a handy towel, she dried herself. "How 'bout a game of tennis?" She nodded toward the nearby court.
"I never played. I don't know how."
"C'mon, I'll teach you."
After banging tennis balls around for a while, Karen began to relax. This was fun. From the tennis court they went to the basketball court and tossed a few baskets.
She had never been exposed to this type of fun and games before. Mom had always kept her pretty close to home in their small, southern town. While other kids were out playing games like this, she had been obliged to go to prayer meetings, or church socials. Mom wouldn't even let her go out for cheer leading, or majorette, at school.
For the first time in her life, Karen felt a sense of freedom. When Sherri took her over to the stables and introduced her to the four horses they owned, she almost flipped. This was paradise. Though she had never ridden a horse in her life, she found she quickly mastered the art of mounting one and riding one. A tame filly name Tingle.
It seemed odd trotting around the ring, and trails atop Tingle, dressed in nothing but her string bikini. But since no one was around to observe her, she began to relax.
Back to the swimming pool. Lunch. More fun and games. After dinner, she went to her bedroom to relax. Dad hadn't come home yet, but Martha had.
For the first time in the days since she'd been here, she felt more at ease. The fun and games had been wonderful. She felt her firm resolve to leave beginning to slip. Maybe she would stick around a bit longer. See what happened. Forget about what Dad and Martha had done.
She was still mulling over these thoughts when Sherri barged in.
Sherri was dressed, or undressed as usual, in her brief pair of see-through panties-nothing else. Her lovely boobs were swinging freely when she stepped in, a big grin on her face. "Hi, Cousin. Want some company?" She plopped on the edge of the bed.
"Sure." Karen grinned. She couldn't help but like her impish cousin. There were times when she wished Sherri wasn't so bold or wouldn't say such outlandish things, but all in all, she liked her. She was the one bright spot so far in her visit. Dad still hadn't found much time to devote to her, he had been on the go so much. Sherri had explained that he was right in the middle of a hot deal. Seemed like he was a wheeler-dealer.
Sherri impishly picked up the edge of Karen's mother-hubbard nightie and peeked under it. "What're you hiding with this tent?" She giggled.
"A lot more than you're hiding, that's for sure!" Karen retorted, chuckling.
"I've got an idea!" Sherri hopped from the bed. "Let's strip. Let's sleep together tonight. In the nude." Suiting action to words, she quickly divested herself of the only garment she had on. The brief pair of lace panties.
Karen felt a hot flush in her cheeks while she ogled her impish cousin strutting around the bedrooms stark naked. "Put your pants on," she scolded, sounding like her Mom. "You're a big girl."
Sherri grinned and shook her head. "Un-unh. You take your clothes off. Please?"
"I will not!" Karen scotched back on the bed, holding her nightie tight about her lush physique.
"Aw, c'mon," coaxed Sherri, hopping back onto the bed and sitting with legs spread wide. A position that clearly exposed her cute pussy in all its glory. "It'll be fun. Didn't you ever sleep with another girl your age?"
Karen, staring transfixed at Sherri's cunt, shook her head and mumbled. "No. Never. Mom wouldn't let me." She tried not to stare too hard at the golden-haired sexpot, but despite her efforts she found her glance zeroing in on the exposed cunt. It was a startling sight. The first time in her life she'd ever seen another girl's cunt.
She studied it. A small slit, with puffy vaginal lips and to the Side, a small mass of golden-colored curly hairs that formed a triangle directly above the slit. Right below the tiny cunt she observed Sherri's tiny puckered asshole, surrounded by a small barely visible coating of hairs.
From time to time in the past few years, she'd squatted down with a mirror reflecting her own pussy and had studied her own cunt from the somewhat awkward position. Now, for the first time she was getting a complete, bird's-eye view of exactly what a girl's cunt looked like in repose. She noticed the way the slit opened and closed when Sherri moved around. The tiny crack opened to reveal the clitty button. The whole cuntal area seemed to be moist and pulsating. An intriguing sight.
Also a very disturbing sight. She knew she shouldn't be sitting here in this bed staring at another girls sex. Mom would flip if she found out. Her glance kept coming back again and again in the gruesome sight as though drawn by a magnet. It was the most revolting thing she'd ever seen. It was as revolting as the sight of her own pussy.
"Please put your panties back on," she begged, trying not to stare too hard.
Sherri shook her head. Impishly, she reached down and began playing with her twat. She stroked her pussy. She pried the vaginal lips apart. She drove fingers in and out, masturbating herself. She smiled and felt herself heating up from her own self indulgence. "Don't be such a square. Take your nightie off. Play with yourself. It's fun. It feels good. Try it, you'll like it!" She humped her pussy forward impishly and gave herself a good masturbating job.
Between jabs of her fingers in her cunt, she fondled her lush melons and cupped them upward. "Didn't you ever do things like this to yourself?"
Karen averted her glance from the lewd sight. She couldn't voice a denial. She had done these very things to herself. Often, in the privacy of her own bed back home, she found that she got thrills out of touching her cunt, fingering it and driving those fingers in and out. Also in fondling her titties. Intimate little things she did to herself. But never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she'd be sitting on a bed watching another girl playing with herself.
But to do such things in front of another girl? Never. She felt Sherri tickling her toes and withdrew her foot. "Hey, whatcha doin'?"
"Trying to get you to laugh." Sherri reached for the bottom of Karen's foot and tickled it. "You never smile. You're so uptight. You've got to learn to smile. Relax. Enjoy."
"What's to enjoy?" sniffed Karen, trying to keep her feet out of tickling range. "I come here to visit my dad. I find him shacked-up with a woman. Your mother-my aunt. He's hardly spoken to me since I've been here. So what's to laugh about?"
"He's been busy," explained Sherri, grabbing Karen's foot and holding it tightly.
"Sure, too busy for his own daughter, but not too busy to sleep with your mom. Hah! I'm fed up. I'm gonna leave."
Sherri shrugged. "Well, until then, try and enjoy yourself." She tickled Karen's toes and soon had the girl giggling and laughing all over the bed, trying to get away. Sherri tickled Karen all over. On the bottom of the feet, the waist, under her arms and wherever she could reach.
Karen, despite her feelings of grumpiness, couldn't control her giggling. "Stop! Enough yet!" In self-defense she started tickling her tormentor.
Soon the two girls were rolling all over the bed, jabbing, touching, tickling, and wrestling. During the process, Sherri succeeded in removing Karen's nightie. She now had her under her finger control on the bed, dressed in nothing but her panties.
She struggled and tickled some more, and before too long she managed to remove the panties.
Karen was now stark naked!
Karen, tears streaming down her cheeks from laughing so much, held up her hands in mock surrender. "Enough! I give up. You win." She lay flat on her back, shaking all over, still twitching and nerves jumping from too much tickling.
Sherri paused with finger suspended in mid air, then she nodded. "Okay, no more tickling. Let's just lie here and talk." She flopped onto her back next to Karen.
Karen, suddenly aware that she was nude, reached for a coverlet to pull up over them. The room was nicely air-conditioned. "What'll we talk about?"
Sherri pushing the cover down again turned onto her side. She reached down and ran fingers through Karen's mop of brown hair. "Lots of things. Like boys, for instance. How many times have you made it with boys?"
"Made it?"
"Fucked!"
"Sherri! Don't say such things!" Karen rolled onto her side, her back to her cousin. "Good night!"
Sherri eased close. Her firm titties brushed against Karen's naked back. She placed a hand on Karen's shoulders and gently massaged the tender, creamy pink white skin. "You sure are square," she murmured, slowing easing one leg forward until it was touching Karen's thighs.
Karen inched away until she was on the edge of the bed and in danger of falling off. The feel of Sherri's nakedness pressing against her back and thighs caused odd feelings to surge through her. Feelings she'd never had before. Mom had never held her like this in her embrace. Mom, a dedicated church person, was not one to show her body, or touch nude persons. From what Karen could gather, and putting two and two together, she'd determined that was one of the big reasons why Mom and Dad had gotten divorced.
Dad was a hot-blooded male. Mom was frigid. Karen was only vaguely aware of this assumption, but from remarks that had been dropped by Mom and Dad when they were arguing so much before the divorce she figured that was the root cause.
And with her figuring it out, she wondered if maybe she would take after her mom. Be frigid. The experience with the boy last year at the drive-in when he'd copped her cherry had been debasing and horrifying. She hadn't enjoyed it one bit. Affection had been lacking in her life. It had been years since any other person had taken her in their arms and caressed her. Not since she'd been ten, or eleven, before Daddy had left. He used to enjoy cuddling her, kissing her and cradling her in his arms. She sure had missed that these past five years.
Now, the feel of Sherri's naked body pressed against hers from the rear was exciting. It felt good. Shock waves swept through her. But with the waves of excitement came the feelings of guilt. She shouldn't be here lying naked in bed with her cousin.
Pushing Sherri's hand away from her shoulder, she murmured, "Maybe you'd better leave now. It's getting late. I wanna go to sleep. You go back to your room, okay? Good night!"
Sherri hesitated, then impishly moved closer. She slid her leg up between Karen's lush thighs and felt her snatch rubbing against Karen's cute butt. She inched her hand forward, past the creamy shoulder and boldly began toying with Karen's big boobs. "Maybe what you need, Cousin, is some loving?"
Karen impulsively reached for Sherri's hand to shove it away from her breasts. Sherri tightened her grip on one of the lush melons. Heat waves began building up inside Karen. The oddest feelings were sweeping through her. Sherri had her naked body pressed hard against hers. Her legs were pushed against her thighs and she could feel Sherri's snatch rubbing against her asscheeks.
Sherri was deliberately fondling her breasts and nipping at the taut nipples with her fingers. Every fiber in Karen's body and every thought in her mind urged her to break off this lewd action. What Sherri was doing to her was against everything she'd been taught by Mom. This was sinful. It was lewd, disgusting and revolting. Mom would flip if she knew she was lying here in bed with another naked girl.
She made another attempt to break off the action. "Please don't do what you're doing, Sherri. I mean, two girls shouldn't touch each other like this. Or sleep naked, should they?"
"Why not?" Sherri answered cheerfully. "It's fun. It's kicks. I have a couple girl friends in high school. We often spend nights together, sleeping in the raw. So what's the big deal? We get a charge out of it. Maybe you will, too?" She moved around on the bed. She had her other hand up under Karen's shoulder and was now using both hands on Karen's boobs.
"Let's just say good night? Please?" Karen didn't like the odd feeling sweeping through her and the way she felt all heated up. The touch of Sherri's fingers on her breasts was exciting, and titillating. She no longer had the power to shove her away. She was beginning to enjoy Sherri feeling her so intimately.
"Sure. Good night! Now, I've said it, let's have some fun." Sherri eased a hand down and touched Karen's cute mop of brown hair above her cunt. Gently she tugged and pulled at some of the curly strands.
Karen, feeling her will-power to resist slipping away, muttered, "Now what're you going to do?"
Unhurriedly Sherri fondled and touched her cousin all over. She was in no rush. She didn't want to frighten the little virgin girl. Sherri had delved into the art of lesbianism about a year ago and had thoroughly enjoyed the art. She especially enjoyed breaking in new girls. This one would be a special pleasure, since she was her own cousin!
"Just you relax, darling," she breathed huskily, fondling titties and stroking her pussy. She pried Karen's legs apart and ever so slowly and gently eased her fingers along the hairy, little crack.
Karen shuddered and moaned. It felt good, but she had her misgivings. Her knowledge of sex was practically nil, but she'd heard about such girls. "Are you queer, Cousin?" she asked tremulously.
Sherri giggled, nuzzled closer, kissed Karen on the neck and continued touching, fingering and fondling. "Let's just say I enjoy girl-girl love with a beautiful little girl like you." Her voice was low and throaty. "Now, you just relax, little darling. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to love you." Sherri eased her face toward Karen's and gently kissed her!
Karen rolled onto her back, eyes alight with surprise. Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she gasped, "You kissed me! Ugh!" It was the first time in her young life she'd ever been kissed by another girl. The first time in years that anyone had kissed her. Mom wasn't the kissing type.
"And I'm going to kiss you again! And again!" Sherri crawled on top of her cousin and planted kisses to her startled lips. Her big, solid titties meshed with Karen's big, solid titties. She pried Karen's legs apart and meshed her snatch against Karen's snatch. Nice fucking position to be in, except they were minus an important item-a prick!
Sherri pretended she had a prick instead of a cunt. "Look, darling," she squealed impishly, pushing her cunt hard against Karen's, "I'm fucking you! I'm fucking you!"
Karen, in a daze, nodded and humped her pussy up. "Yeah, you're fucking me. You're fucking me." She only had a vague idea of what it was all about.
"You like being fucked, don't you?"
"Yes! YES!" In a daze, Karen humped her pussy up and down, pretending she was getting fucked. This was weird. Far out. Lying nude under Sherri and pretending they were fucking. Not only was it weird, it was exciting. Heat waves engulfed her.
"Maybe you'll like being sucked, too?"
"I will?" Karen was too far gone to resist. She no longer tried pushing Sherri away. She was too much in heat. She was too completely under the spell of her cousin to resist. She didn't know what they were doing, but whatever it was, she liked it!
Sherri kissed her a few more times on the lips. Then, with an impish gleam in her eyes, she kissed her way down. She kissed Karen's nicely rounded chin, then her throat, then for a long moment she poised, peering down at Karen's lush, solid, out thrust melons. Sherri had only been doing the lesbian bit for about a year, but at this moment she knew that she was gazing at a lesbian's delight. A pair of breasts that were like out of this world. Round, creamy, white mounds of sheer delight, with taut tittie nipples set in a sea of darker pink flesh. Though she was not yet seventeen, this girl had a pair of knockers that would have been the envy of a much older girl.
With a whimper of delight, Sherri swooped down on the tittie delights. She nipped at the nipples. She drew one breast and then the other into her eager, suckling mouth. Expertly she savored of the lush, creamy melons.
Karen, the recipient of the breast sucking job, peered down in awe. She was in a state of half shock. This was unbelievable. She was powerless to move, to break off the action. Between sucks, Sherri was gazing up at her, a rapturous look in her big, baby-blue eyes. She opened her mouth to speak; to tell Sherri to knock it off. The words didn't come.
It dawned on her. She didn't want Sherri to stop sucking her tits. She wanted her to continue. Reaching down, she patted the top of Sherri's blonde, bobbing head and encouraged her to greater sucking efforts. She whimpered and moaned in ecstasy. "It feels so good ... so goooooood...."
Sherri nodded and crinkled her nose. "You think that feels good?" she murmured, breaking away from the adorable tits. "Wait until you feel this!"
She backed down on the bed, kneeling between Karen's outstretched legs. Lifting Karen's knees upward, she shoved the legs farther apart, then, with a moan of delight, Sherri sank her eagerly sucking mouth into Karen's tiny twat!
Again Karen almost swooned. The shock waves redoubled. The heat waves built up to a tremendous climax. Her will to resist, to break off the action was gone. She lay on her back, writhing and moaning in ecstasy. She whimpered in delight with every plunge of Sherri's tongue into her cunt. In, out, busy Sherri nipped, sucked, teased and serviced her country cousin. The city slicker used her slick tongue like an expert lesbian, exacting every ounce of pleasure from the tiny twat of her inexperienced, under aged cousin.
Karen came again and again. She spasmed and climaxed time and again, without realizing what was happening. All she knew was that this was the greatest pleasure she'd ever experienced. She humped up and down like mad and moved willingly to every touch of Sherri's hands. She was her willing love slave.
"Oh, Lord," she murmured, bouncing around like crazy under Sherri's tongue lashing, "it feels so good. So good. AAAAAAAAH ... ooooooh...."
Between her aahs and oohs, she noticed an unusual change in the configuration activity. Sherri, without missing a sucking stroke, was slowly moving around on the bed-
-Into a sixty-nine position!
Sherri soon had herself above her love partner. She spread her legs wide, swung her titties down toward shocked Karen's face, and between nips at Karen's cunt, she murmured, "Suck my titties, darling."
Karen ogled the firm hanging breasts so close to her mouth and descending steadily. Shaking her head, she muttered, "I will not! I will not!"
Undeterred by her refusal, Sherri impishly eased her breasts down, down, down....
Karen, seeing that she was trapped and with no way to go, opened her mouth to lodge a feeble protest. The words never came. Her mouth was quickly filled with tit. She gagged and tried to avoid the confrontation, but to no avail.
The pretty nipples bounced against her pretty nose and lips. In, out, Sherri judiciously fed her tingling breasts to the unwilling sucker.
Karen continued her feeble protests and continued trying to avoid getting tittie in her mouth, but it was a losing battle. She found herself nipping at the nipples, then before long, she was sucking the swaying breasts.
What's more, she found she was enjoying the sucking action. She eagerly slurped at the swaying titties, nipping, sucking, fondling.
She was alarmed when the titties suddenly moved out of range. The alarm was increased when she noticed that Sherri's ugly-looking cunt was now poised directly over her face. The golden-haired, gruesome object was twitching right above her lips. A pissy odor emanated from the crack.
Karen crinkled her nose in disgust and renewed her efforts to move away from the descending object. The hairy, pissy-smelling, gruesome cunt. "No! No!" she moaned, moving her head from side to side to avoid the descending object. "I won't suck that! I can't! Ugh! It's too ugly. It smells pissy ... it's ... it's...."
Her casual description of the object was never finished. Before she could lodge any more criticism of what she thought of the gruesome thing; the gruesome looking thing meshed hard against her mouth, cutting off all recognizable sounds.
Karen whimpered and moaned and desperately fought against the hairy object that was filling her unwilling mouth. The moist, pissy-smelling object caused great mental anguish to course through her. She tried pushing against Sherri's thighs to dislodge her, but to no avail. Sherri was squatted directly onto her face with her cute cunt grinding into her unwilling mouth.
"Suck it, you bitch!" Sherri offered a few words of advice to the new disciple. She deliberately wiggled her ass and meshed her cunt harder onto the unwilling mouth. While trying to get her cunt sucked, she continued massaging Karen's pussy with the palm of her hand to keep it warm and receptive.
"No! No! Please don't make me do this!" Karen managed to get the objection out between dips of the cunt onto her face. "Please?" She peered up hopefully at her cousin, eyes pleading for succor.
Sherri shook her head and continued grinding cunt into mouth. "Relax, darling, and enjoy," she advised, knowing what the poor kid was going through. She, too, had experienced a similar aversion the first time she took a cunt in mouth. She was well aware of the initial shock of a stinky cunt in mouth.
Karen tried to relax, but she didn't enjoy. Not at the moment. The sickening odor, and the realization of what she was doing was too intense and emotional. Shock waves of revulsion and fear swept through her. She was actually sucking that horrible, gruesome-looking thing between her cousin's legs. That awful looking hairy object that she had been staring at since Sherri had stripped bare.
It tasted terrible and it smelled awful. It was all moist and gooey. The more Sherri ground it onto her mouth, the worse it tasted....
Or did it?
Karen's heat waves began to overcome her shock waves. The licking Sherri was giving her cunt heated her considerably. That, plus the fact she was beginning to adjust to the cunt in her mouth. The more she licked at it, the more she sampled it, the less and less revolting it became. The odor disappeared. The flashing of Sherri's cute butt up and down directly before her eyes was an awe-inspiring sight.
The feel of Sherri's lips at her twat was heating her up more than somewhat. She began to follow Sherri's advice. Relax and enjoy. She relaxed, and she enjoyed. Gone were the feelings of revulsion. She no longer swung her head from side to side trying to avoid the oncoming cunt. She gentled it. She kissed it tenderly. She fondled it. She stroked it. She ran hands all along Sherri's creamy white thighs. She patted Sherri's wiggling asscheeks.
She humped her pussy up and down for some expert sucking from Sherri. She sucked eagerly at Sherri's spasming cunt. She no longer viewed it as a gruesome object. It was a lovely object, A tasty tidbit. She loved it!
Having made the big decision that she loved this tiny cunt, she proceeded to thoroughly enjoy it. Following Sherri's lead, she eagerly cunt lapped the pretty cunt. The lovely, beautiful, nice smelling objet d'art.
Down below, with her pretty face nestled among the hairs of the pretty brown-haired twat, Sherri smiled contentedly when she noticed the change in action on the part of her convert.
Karen was hooked! Karen was now a cunt-lapper. A member in good standing of the girl lovers. What's more, her country cousin was doing a credible job for one so unskilled in the lesbian art.
Sherri smiled. It doesn't take a girl long to catch onto the fine points of the cunt lapping art, once the girl makes up her mind to go along with it and enjoy, she thought.
For a long time the two girls serviced each other. One, an expert cunt-lapper, the other a novice, but quickly learning all the fine points of pleasuring another girl. They rolled all over the bed. They laughed, giggled, touched, finger-fucked, kissed cunts, lips, and assholes. They suckled breasts. They paused from time to time to refresh and just lie in each other's arms.
Two girls completely in love. Time stood still.
But not for long. An intruder came upon the sylvan scene.
Karen popped her head up from sucking Sherri's cunt and peered at the intruder.
Sherri, popping her head up momentarily to peer at the intruder, shrugged and continued sucking.
"Mind if I join you girls?"
The voice of the intruder was that of a male!
CHAPTER THREE
Karen, not quite adjusted to her role as a cunt lapper, and embarrassed by the sight of someone watching her bump a pussy, quickly disengaged her sucking mouth from the golden-haired cunt. She sat up in bed, while Sherri was still trying to nuzzle her lips against her cunt. Pushing Sherri's still fucking face away, she glared at the interloper.
"What're you doing here? Why didn't you knock?" Her dislike for Sherri's twin brother, Timmie, increased considerably at that moment.
Timmie, stark naked, eyed the two cunt-lapping queers like a voyeur. He had been observing the action for some time through the see through mirror hooking up his bedroom and this one. His prick was bone hard, a nice-sized cock, very thick, and at the moment straining to its full eight inches. Though long-haired Timmie was very manly in many respects, the sight of a squirming, pulsating pussy turned him on.
He didn't particularity like his little country cousin. She was too serious, too uptight and too prudish for his taste, but he was willing to forego those faults at the moment. Being a lad who liked to come straight to the point, he held his throbbing cock in hand, advanced toward the bed, and said, "How 'bout a nice fast fuck, Cousin?" He knelt on the bed and began easing forward aiming his big cock at the tiny cunt that had .been sucked so nicely by his twin sister.
Karen, stunned for a moment by his boldness, moved quickly. Hopping from the bed, she retreated to the corner of the room, looking for something to cover herself with. She tried hiding her cunt with her hands. "Get out of here!"
Timmie, surprised at her hostility and figuring anyone who's been sucking up a storm like she'd been would be in heat, frowned. He sat on the edge of the bed. His cock began to droop. This had never happened to him before. Every other time Sherri'd had a girl sleeping with her, he'd managed to get into the action and into the girl friend. "What's with you?"
Sherri, eying the two combatants, and knowing the real reason behind Karen's refusal of the invitation to lust, smiled at her twin. "Karen doesn't go in for that kind of action," she explained.
"She doesn't? Then why was she sucking your cunt?"
"That's different. That's girl love. I kinda conned her into it."
"She isn't a virgin, is she?" Timmie's eyes lit up hopefully.
"Almost." Sherri eyed her brother. "Why don't you cool it, huh? You and Karen have been at each other's throats ever since she arrived. What's with you two?"
"I don't like her! She's a nut."
Karen flushed. "And I don't like you, either, Timmie! You're a stupid moron. Now get out of my room before I clobber you with something!" Karen peered around for a likely object to clobber him with.
"Hold it, you two!" Sherri sat on the bed, next to her brother. Glancing sharply at her twin, she said, "That's no way for you to talk to your cousin. I mean, after all, she's here for a visit. Let's be nice to her."
Timmie hopped from the bed, his pretty face a mask of puzzlement. "I've tried to be. She's the one who's hostile!" His baby-blue eyes sparkled with glints of anger. "Every time I come near her, she bugs me. She doesn't want to be friends."
Sherri, noticing that her brother's prick had softened considerably, sighed. "Maybe if you two kiss and make up?"
"Ugh!" grunted Timmie.
"Ugh!" grunted Karen.
Sherri, who'd been hoping to include Timmie in their lovemaking session like in the past, tried another approach. She knew that Karen must still be in heat from her cunt lapping session. "Maybe if you let Karen suck your cock? she suggested, glancing from one to the other lewdly.
Karen shuddered. "Me? Suck that thing? Ugh!"
Timmie was not too dead set against the idea. "She can if she wants to," he conceded graciously, toying with his dong which was beginning to assume massive proportions as the result of the suggestion. He held it toward Karen and smiled hopefully. "Okay, Cousin? Want to take a lick of this?"
Karen stared dumbfounded at the proffered prick. Until the other night when she'd seen Aunt Martha sucking off Dad's cock, she had been only dimly aware that girls did such things to boys. Not once had she ever been close to doing such a thing. This was only the second cock she'd ever even seen in her entire life.
Despite her dislike of her smart alec cousin, she couldn't help but be impressed by the sight of his cock and balls. Timmie's cock was easily as big as her dad's. The one she'd seen being sucked off by Aunt Martha just before he'd shoved it into her snatch. The only difference between them was that Timmie's surrounding cock hairs were golden in color-like his twin sister's. Dad's hair was brown in color.
She cringed back against the wall. "I will not!" Her voice quavered. Some of the determination and hostility had seeped away. She glared at Sherri, who'd come up with the wild suggestion. "You're so good at sucking things, why don't you suck it?" That should put an end to the session, she thought.
To her horror, she saw Sherri move forward. Sherri stood in front of her twin brother. Then, without hesitation, she squatted down. Without hesitation, she opened her pretty mouth and closed her lips around the surging cock.
Sherri was sucking off her own twin brother!
As expertly as she'd sucked the pretty cunt between Karen's legs a short time ago, just as expertly Sherri sucked the big prick and fondled the swaying balls, suckling his boy-prick eagerly.
Karen watched the unfolding tableau in shock. Her prudish instincts surged through her. What the hell? What kind of household was this? Her dad living in sin with her aunt. Now the brother and sister of the aunt making love right in front of her. Talk about living in sin!
Sherri inched around so she could watch her while sucking the cock. She crinkled her nose impishly. Between sucks, she murmured, "C'mon over and join me, Cousin. It's fun." Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Karen watched in horror. Her inner scruples had a battle with her inner heat waves. She was still in heat from the licking she'd gotten and had given in return. Now she was getting a good view of the cunt she'd been licking from the way Sherri was squatted down while sucking her brother's cock.
An entrancing sight, one that shook her scruples to their very foundation, she glanced at Timmie.
He winked lewdly. "I'm sorry I got horsed off at you, Karen," he whispered, giving with a little boy smile. "What say we kiss and make up?"
Karen's hostility abated. Her scruples went down the drain. Heat waves engulfed her. She eased toward them as though drawn by a magnet.
When she was close enough, Timmie held her by the shoulders. He then slowly moved her toward the bed, keeping his cock in his sister's mouth. "I'll kiss your cunt, huh, cousin?"
"Yes. YES!" Karen's resistance had gone. Her lust, passion and need for some loving transcended her scruples. She felt a moistness in her crotch area and while he eased her toward the bed, so she toyed with her snatch.
Carefully arranging her on the bed so as not to dislodge his cocksucking sister, Timmie formed the loving triangle. He lay on his side. Sherri was on her side, and now Karen was on her side. His cock was deeply imbedded in Sherri's eager mouth. He moved forward and began sucking Cousin Karen's cunt That left Karen with an empty mouth.
She soon took care of this lack by moving forward and eating at Sherri's cunt.
The love triangle was complete!
The eager teenagers serviced each other happily and contentedly. They giggled. They slapped. They licked. They touched. They fondled. They wrestled around.
With predictable results. Timmie, who'd been heated up for a long time from first watching the action and now getting his cock sucked, came into his sis' mouth. He squirted a hot, tangy, wad of hot cum into her eager, sucking mouth, again and again unloaded.
Sherri squealed in delight and accepted his offering and sucked for more.
At the same time she spasmed again and again internally while Karen sucked her cunt.
Karen unloaded internally again and again. She wished at the moment her cunt was a cock so she could shoot wads of cum into Timmie's mouth. She climaxed again and again, crying, "OHHHHH, SUCKKKK, ohhhhh!!"
The cumming action temporarily halted the loving action. The three spent teenagers finally broke the triangle of love.
"Like, WOW!" chortled Timmie, gently fingering Karen's mop of brown hair. "That was super!"
"It sure was," agreed Sherri, licking her chops and swallowing the tangy gook.
"Yeah," added Karen. Now that the lust and passion had ebbed, the old doubts returned. The feelings of guilt and shame. "I ... I ... excuse me. I gotta go potty." She hopped from the bed, rushed into the bathroom and sat on the commode. There, she gave vent to her tears. Tears of guilt and remorse. Her shoulders shook and she buried her face in her hands while unloading some pee into the pot. Never before had she been so ashamed of herself.
Sherri joined her. Sitting on the side of the tub next to the commode, she stroked Karen's hair. "What are you crying about?"
Lifting tear stained face, Karen sobbed, "It was a terrible thing we did. We're cousins! It was sinful."
Sherri grinned. "It sure was," she admitted, continuing to stroke the distraught girl's hair, "but let's face, it was fun, wasn't it?"
Karen nodded. "That's just the trouble. It was fun. I enjoyed it. Mom would flip if she knew I ever did such a thing." She shuddered.
"You've been under her influence too long. She's sure got you brain washed. I can see why Bob left her. He mentioned she was kind of frigid. She's trying to make you the same way, isn't she?"
Karen nodded. She was all mixed up. What Sherri was saying was true. Mom was a frigid woman. She was trying to mold her to her likeness. All her life she recalled Mom preaching to her against sex and things like that. Sinful things. She had hounded it into her until it was part of her nature.
Now, the first time away from home, she was being subjected to a houseful of sinful people. They were engulfing her with their sinful ways.
What concerned her the most was the fact that she enjoyed it! "I've got to leave, Sherri. I can't stay here. Too many things are happening. I'll do something I'll regret, and then it'll be too late."
"Sure, I understand." Sherri hopped "up, went to the medicine chest and drew out a bottle of pills. "Here, take one of these, just in case you do the something you'll regret. It'll keep something even worse from happening."
"The pill?" Karen had heard there was such things that prevented girls from becoming pregnant.
"Sure. I've been on 'em for a couple of years." She handed Karen a glass of water to help swallow the pill. Then reaching for a washcloth, she moistened it and washed away Karen's tears. "Now c'mon, let's get back to Timmie before he cools off for the night."
Karen hesitated. "I'm not sure I want to fool with him anymore."
"Aw, C'mon, don't be a square. You'll be all right Stop worrying and acting like a frigid girl let your hair down. Relax. Enjoy living. Your mom isn't here to watch over you. Cut loose from her apron strings for once. Enjoy."
"Well...." Karen hesitated, and in hesitating, she was lost. Meekly she followed her bouncy cousin from the bathroom.
Timmie, recuperating from unloading his cum into his sister's mouth was lying on the bed, listening to some rock music he'd turned on the stereo. He liked his music good and loud. It was too loud. Karen turned it lower.
Sherri hopped back onto the bed and sat near Timmie. Patting the bed alongside, she said, "C'mon, Karen. Join us."
Karen reluctantly sat on the bed. She didn't like the gleam in Sherri's eyes, or the way Timmie was ogling her and the cunt he'd been licking a short time ago.
She closed her legs to shut off his view, but it wasn't entirely effective. Her little crack wasn't visible but her cunt hairs were. And her nice titties were also a focal point for his wandering gaze.
Fearful of what might happen, and noticing that his limp cock was beginning to show signs of revival, she murmured, "Maybe we'd better just say good night and all go to sleep in our own beds." She smiled hopefully.
"No way!" Sherri shook her head. "The night's young yet, and I'm just starting to get heated up. How 'bout you, Timmie?" Reaching over she began playing with his dong.
"I'm with you, Sis." Timmie eased down toward Sherri and began licking her twat and fondling her melons.
Karen beat down an urge to flee from this obscene pair. It was disgusting and revolting. A brother and sister doing to each other what they were doing. Twins yet. Look-alikes. Their pretty faces were remarkably similar. Cute noses. Pink, firm flesh, apple cheeks, big, baby-blue eyes and the same golden hair, almost the same length cut. From the neck up the two were almost identical From the neck down there was a big difference.
Sherri was curvy, had big solid tits and a nice wad of cunt hair.
Timmie was muscular, and had a small mat of chest hair, and a nice-sized prick.
Sherri was playing with the prick and Timmie was sucking the pretty little golden-haired cunt.
Holding his emerging hard-on upward, Sherri giggled and said, "Wanna suck it, Cousin?"
Karen, too far gone in heat to leave the scene of action, moved forward as though drawn by a magnet. She knelt beside Timmie and slowly eased her hand forward. She wrapped it around the cock. There was plenty of room on the prick for both her hand and Sherri's.
Timmie's cock grew even larger with the advent of the nice new hand on cock. Ever since Karen's arrival on the scene and watching her surreptitiously, he'd been hoping that he'd get a crack at her crack. So far all he'd gotten was the brush off and a few smart remarks from her. Now he was getting close to her crack. While she held his cock, he snaked his fingers forward and began playing with her twat.
Sherri impishly put her mouth down and drew Timmie's cock into her mouth. She peered slyly at Karen while sucking her brother's cock. She slid it out and began licking it on the sides. "C'mon, Karen, join in the fun."
Karen leaned forward, being careful not to dislodge Timmie's fondling fingers from her cunt. Heat waves engulfed her. Lewd thoughts possessed her. When her tongue touched the side of his slick rod, shock waves of titillation swept through her. She allowed Sherri to monitor her actions. She didn't protest when Sherri pushed her mouth down and made her take the entire cock in her mouth.
She gagged momentarily when the huge weapon filled her mouth and throat. It was the first time in her young life she'd ever taken a cock in mouth.
She tried not to gag or choke while sucking the monstrous cock. She recalled how Sherri had done it before and how Sherri's Mom had sucked her Dad. There seemed to be a certain technique to sucking a cock. With youthful exuberance, she quickly mastered the technique.
In and out, she handled the hot rod with more and more expertise with each passing minute. She was now on her side, head on one of his thighs and his cock in her mouth. This put her in an excellent position to play with his hairy balls and prod fingers into his asshole, which all was part of the cocksucking technique. She licked his balls. She nipped at his asshole and she gave his huge wand a good sucking.
At the same moment her cunt was now being licked by Sherri, who in turn was getting her snatch licked by her twin brother. The triangle was in full swing again with a slight change in the cast. They all unloaded, or spasmed at about the same time.
And this time, Karen was the lucky one who wound up with a mouth full of nice, hot creamy, tangy cum!
Timmie, who'd been hoping for days for this moment, unloaded again and again. He rammed his squirting hose deeply into his pretty cousin's throat. He murmured animal like sounds that were muffled somewhat because he had his mouth in his sister's cunt.
And sister had her mouth deeply embedded in Karen's cunt.
Karen gagged, choked and almost threw up when the hot, sticky cum filled her throat. She tried getting away from the tangy deluge, but Timmie was pressing against the back of her head urging her forward to greater sucking efforts. She couldn't escape the deluge. Wad after wad of tangy, hot cream filled her throat. She gagged and swallowed and finally got the knack of it. Quick swallows, then sucking for more, more quick swallows, then more sucking-like in the art of cunt lapping, she soon became an expert cock sucker.
by the time Timmie ran out of juices and steam, she was in there gulping and sucking for more and more. At the moment the gooey gook she was swallowing was more tasty than the best milk shake she'd ever had. This was a hot milk shake with a big, fat straw ramming it deep down her throat.
A wondrous, eerie experience.
When she felt the cock growing limp she sucked harder, and begged, "More, more...."
Timmie tried to oblige, but it was a bit too much for even a seventeen year old boy. Nature took its course. His prick stopped unloading, his cum dried up, and his cock wilted and finally flopped from his pretty cousin's eager mouth.
Karen eyed the limp cock with mixed feelings. She licked her chops to get the remaining drops of hot cum. She stared curiously at the once massive prick which was now a dangling, limp rod, still oozing a few drops of nectar which she licked. She fingered his balls and cock, then flopped from his thigh and sat up in bed.
This action succeeded in breaking off the cunt in Sherri's mouth. The two girls, giggling and momentarily sated, peered down at crapped-out Timmie. He was flat on his back, chest heaving and somewhat breathless. His dong was limp and dejected. He was a thoroughly pussy-whipped young boy. He had cum twice, once in twin sister's mouth, and once in Cousin Karen's mouth.
Sherri, an old hand at crapping out her twin brother, chuckled. Turning to Karen, she said, "He's done for a while. Let's you and me go down to the kitchen for a snack." She hopped from the bed.
Karen, eager to hide her embarrassment, agreed. She, too, leaped from the bed and followed Sherri.
"Bring me a sandwich and a glass of milk," crapped out Timmie while they were leaving the room.
After refreshing themselves and eating a snack, the girls returned. Timmie was up and stirring about again, having refreshed himself and recharged his batteries. Before long, he was ready for the main event. The event he d been looking forward to.
A crack at Karen's pussy!
Karen, realizing that what had gone on so far was just a preliminary event found her old fears reviving. Now that she no longer had a cock in mouth or her cunt in another mouth, the heat waves had subsided. She noticed that Timmie's cock, which she had rendered hors de combat, was beginning to show signs of revivaspecially when he finished his snack and began glancing at a different type snack.
Her snatch!
Sherri, also aware of the thoughts stirring in Timmie's mind, from past experience, took the lead, as usual. Easing Karen onto the bed, lifting her knees and spreading Karen's legs wide, she fondled Karen's titties, kissed her on the lips and murmured, "Timmie wants to fuck you, darling."
Karen, noticing that Timmie was kneeling on the bed and heading toward her with throbbing cock, felt waves of prudishness sweep through her. The years of Mom's reminding her to protect her virtue at all costs came to the fore. She shook her head. "No. NO! I can't do that. I can't!"
"Oh?" Sherri nodded. "I understand. You're afraid your mom might find out."
Karen, feeling her resolve slipping at sight of the big cock advancing toward her tiny twat, shook her head. "It's not only that." She called upon her inner reserves of righteousness. "It's ... it's ... just that it's not right! It's sinful. I shouldn't let any boy do that to me. Mom says...." She broke off in confusion when his cockhead touched her cunt.
She backed away, tears misting her eyes. "Please don't ... please don't...." She broke off in confusion when his cockhead touched her cunt.
Timmie glanced at Sherri. She smiled. "Sure, darling. We understand. We won't make you do anything you don't want to do, will we, Timmie?"
"We won't?" Timmie frowned, disappointed that Karen had backed her lovely snatch away from his hot cock. He smiled wanly, waiting for his sister to make the next move. At times like this, he was always under her domination. He always let her call the shots.
"Of course not!" Sherri flopped onto her back alongside Karen. She spread her legs wide and lifted her knees. "Let's just show our little country cousin that there's really nothing wrong with having some fun. C'mon, Timmie, fuck me!"
Timmie, who'd heard this order many a time during the past couple of years, obediently changed position. Instead of aiming his big, fat cock at the brown -haired cunt, he changed directions and aimed it at the golden-haired one.
Karen, sitting up in bed, stared in awe, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
At that moment the phone on the end table alongside her bed rang. She reached for the phone while Timmie reached for his sister's cunt with his surging cock.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Karen said hello into the mouthpiece, Timmie's cock slid into his sister's cunt.
He was fucking his twin sister!
The voice on the other end of the phone was insistent. It jarred Karen back to reality. "Hello? Karen? Are you there?"
Karen, tearing her startled glance from the fucking action on the bed alongside, found her voice. "Mom? Is that you?"
"Of course it's me. What's going on there? Anything wrong?" There was a note of panic in Mom's voice.
"Wrong? No. Why? What makes you think something's wrong?"
"What's that noise. Is someone there with you?"
"Noise?" Karen tried collecting her thoughts. The shock of seeing Timmie fucking Sherri was almost too much for her to cope with. "Noise...? Oh yeah, I've got the stereo on. I'll turn it lower." Reaching across her fucking cousins, she turned it low, and with a wave of her hand cautioned them to silence. They nodded and slowed down then-actions, watching her curiously. She had mentioned her mom would be checking up on her.
"There? That better? How are you, Mom? I sure miss you."
"And I miss you. I should never have let you talk me into letting you go. Are you all right? How's your dad? Where is he? Are you going to church regularly? Who's there with you? When are you coming home?" Mom popped her questions with a note of anxiety in her voice.
Karen laughed nervously. "Mom! How can I answer so many questions. I'm fine. I go to church regularly," she lied. "Nothing bad's happening. Dad is fine. He's kind of busy, so I don't see much of him." She tried to act and sound casual and calm, though her heart was pounding from the shock of seeing Timmie fucking Sherri.
"Who's living there with him? Is he remarried? What kind of a place is it?" Mom's questions popped out with machinelike rapidity. She was trying to get all the mileage she could from this long distance call to the coast from way back east.
"Mom! Please don't try to get me to answer those kind of questions-you promised you wouldn't."
"Well, you know I didn't want you to go there. I know what kind of a man your father is. When are you coming home?"
Karen sighed. If Mom had called yesterday she would've mentioned she was coming home on the next flight. Now she wasn't sure she wanted to leave, at least-not just yet. The past few hours had changed her entire outlook. Now, watching nude Sherri and Timmie fucking around on her bed was an entrancing sight for a sixteen-year-old girl.
"I'll stick around a while longer, Mom. This is a nice place. There's a swimming pool. A tennis court and Dad even has some horses in a barn on his estate. I learned how to ride."
"Who taught you?" The suspicion was still high in Mom's voice.
"There're a couple neighborhood kids who live nearby," lied Karen. "I've been sort of hanging around with them. They seem like nice kids. They're just about my age. Just past seventeen. They go to church regular," she added.
"Oh?" The suspicion ebbed from Mom's voice. "Well, I guess it'll be okay. Is your dad there? In the house, I mean?"
"No. He's off somewhere on a business deal. Did you want to talk to him?"
"I did not!" Mom's voice was indignant. "I swore I'd never talk to him again, and I still mean it. I was just curious about him, that's all."
"He's about the same as when he left five years ago. A little heavier. He has some grey hairs around his ears and he dresses more flashy. Other than that, I guess he's about the same. I'll tell him you called. I guess we'd better hang up now, Mom. I don't want to run your phone bill up. Things here have been rather boring, and I might be coming home sooner than I figured. I'll let you know. Okay?"
"Sure."
"Good-bye, Mom."
Cradling the phone on the stand on the end table, Karen turned to her cousins with a thoughtful expression on her face. Talking to her mother had brought back the feelings of guilt. She had lied to Mom. Something she had seldom done before. She hadn't told Mom about Dad living with Mom's sister, Martha. About the twins. She had evaded telling Mom anything about Dad and the sinful life he was living.
She had avoided telling her about the sinful things she'd done herself. Like getting her pussy licked and sucking Timmie's cock. Guilt waves swept through her. She was a sinner. A liar. Mom had been right about her coming here. She had advised against it. She should have listened to her mother. She should never have insisted on visiting Dad. She should have torn his letter up and thrown away the pieces. The letter he had sent to her with a check covering the expenses for her airplane tickets.
Instead she had argued with Mom and had finally talked her into letting her visit him. A feeling of homesickness came over her. Tears misted her eyes. Talking to Mom had upset her. She longed for the peace and serenity of her little old home in the small town. On Saturday, this very evening, she would be going to a prayer meeting if she were home. A dull, uneventful meeting that lately she'd been looking forward to with mixed feelings of discontent. At this moment, however, after talking to Mom she wished she were in her own little room at home, getting ready to go to the meeting.
Instead, here she was in a huge, lavishly furnished bedroom with two cousins she hadn't even known existed, and all three of them were stark naked. Sinners. The male sinner at the moment had his big prick deeply embedded into the pretty cunt of his twin sister and in between strokes, the two sinners were peering at her with hopeful looks. Sinners love company.
"Bad news, darling?" The female sinner who was underneath with the big prick scoring points in her cunt, popped the question.
Karen nodded. "Mom wants me to come home." She couldn't keep the sobs from her voice, or the tears from her eyes.
"So?" Another stroke missed.
Karen arose from the bed and stared down through tear filled eyes. Her heat waves had gone. The sight she was watching was disgusting. Revolting. "I think I'll go home. I miss Mom."
Sherri shrugged. "Why?" She wasn't too concerned. Though only seventeen she had long ago realized life wasn't always a bowl of cherries. You win some. You lose some. She liked her country cousin, but if she left, it would be no big deal.
"Because I don't belong here. This isn't my kind of life." Karen sobbed her explanation. "Look at you two." She grimaced. "Brother and sister. Ugh! My dad and your mom. Living together. They're not married. You're all a bunch of sinners!" Karen's prudish upbringing came to the fore.
"Your being here isn't going to change any of that,"
"I know. That's why I think I should leave. And besides, Daddy has been ignoring me since I've been here. He's hardly spoken to me. He's always rushing off somewhere. He doesn't have time for me. He invited me here to see him. The only time I see him is when he's rushing off to a big deal somewhere in the city. If I'd known it was going to be like that, I would never have come. Why did he invite me here anyway?" Karen's voice was filled with sobs.
Realizing she couldn't get answers to those questions from her cousins, she rushed into the bathroom door and locked it. She sat on the commode and gave vent to her tears.
A short time later, after a nice warm bath and half filling the tub with her own tears, she went back to her bedroom. She'd had a good cry and felt better.
Sherri and Timmie were gone!
A moment of panic seeped through. Had she hurt their feelings? She had been rather blunt. It wasn't their fault. They had tried their best to make her welcome. She and Timmie had battled some, but they had kissed and made up. She had even sucked his cock.
Sherri had been especially nice to her. She and Sherri had been inseparable since her arrival. If it hadn't been for Sherri, she would have left a few days ago. Now she had hurt Sherri's feelings, blaming her misery on her, not joining in the fun and games, acting like a prude, implying they were sinners, trying to change their way of living.
Karen, feeling a sense of guilt because she'd insulted her cousins, darted out into the hallway. She'd go to them and apologize. She saw bareassed Sherri going into her mother's bedroom. She was about to call out, but before she had the chance, the door was closed.
She stood uncertainly before the closed door, debating whether to knock. Until now she hadn't stepped foot into this bedroom. The one shared by her dad and his shack up job-Aunt Martha. Both Dad and Martha had been pleasant to her, but always too busy to bother with her. They were both active persons and seemed to have plenty of business to keep them busy and away from home. Two wheeler-dealers.
Stepping down the carpeted hallway, Karen went to Sherri's room. She remembered the one way mirror above Sherri's bed. Maybe she should look in and listen. Sherri wouldn't mind. Still naked, she entered the room, knelt on the queen sized bed and carefully slid back the panels allowing her to gaze into the other bedroom and hear what was transpiring.
She settled her chin on her hands, squatted comfortably on her thighs with her butt and ogled the scenery. The decor of the bedroom was breathtaking. A lovely, king sized bed. Pastel colored walls. Soft light and music from a stereo. Sumptuous furnishings and an attached bath.
Karen still couldn't get over the shock of discovering Daddy had hit it rich by moving in with Mom's sister. The entire estate was fabulous. Like a movie setting. The only jarring note she'd encountered so far was the people who lived here. Sinners all. And nudity seemed to be the key. Like now, Sherri, bareassed naked was sitting on the side of the huge bed, talking with her bareassed mother, who was seated at her vanity brushing her mop of blonde hair.
The casualness with which nudity was handled had shocked her. The only one around who didn't show off her bare skin seemed to be Mrs. Midis, the chief cook and bottle washer. Karen guessed the only reason she didn't was because she was fat, dumpy, and forty.
Karen listened to the conversation taking place.
"Hi, hon," Martha murmured, glancing fondly at her beautiful daughter. "Whatcha been doing all day?"
"Nothing much. Swimming. Horseback riding. Clowning around with Karen and Timmie."
Martha smiled when her common law husband entered the room from taking a shower. "Hi, dear." Handing him the hair brush, she murmured, "We were discussing your daughter."
Bob nodded and smiled at Sherri. He seemed unconcerned she was sitting on his bed stark naked. "Yeah, I've been meaning to talk to you about her, Sherri. How's she like it here? You kids showing her a good time?"
Sherri nodded and leaned back on her hands on the bed. "We've been trying to keep her happy, but she's not."
"Oh?" Bob stopped brushing Martha's hair and went over and stood before Sherri, a frown on his handsome face. Like the rest of the people in the room, he, too, was naked. "Why's she unhappy? Hell, we have everything here. A pool. Tennis court. Horses. What more could she want?"
Sherri smiled. "You!"
"Me?"
Sherri nodded. "Let's face it, Bob, you've been ignoring her ever since she arrived. Karen's just a kid. Not even seventeen yet. You're her dad. You invited her out here for a visit. She was all excited about seeing the father she hadn't seen in five years-and what happens?"
Bob flushed. "I plead guilty. I realize I've been too busy to bother with her much. But I've had this deal cooking. Soon's it's finished, I'll spend more time with her."
Sherri shook her head. "By then it'll be too late. She's thinking of going home. Maybe tomorrow. Her Mom called a short time ago. The kid's homesick. She was crying up a storm when I left her. She thinks you don't love her. That you don't want her around, and I'm inclined to agree with her. If I were her I'd feel the same way." Sherri, having delivered her message, flopped onto her back, lifted her knees and spread her legs wide.
Bob, flushing guiltily, sat on the bed. "Geez," he muttered, "I didn't realize I was hurting her feelings. Like you say, she's just a kid. She's sensitive, too. Just like her mother. I guess her feelings are easily hurt."
"They sure are. Me and her have gotten kinda close. I mean, like I'm the only one she can talk to. You and Mom have been too busy. I'm only a kid myself, but I can understand what's happening to her. She hasn't had a father since you and her Mom were divorced. From what I can gather, her Mom isn't too affectionate."
Bob nodded. "Rebecca always was a frigid person. That's why we divorced."
"I'm not a psychologist," continued Sherri, "but I think your kid is starving for love and affection. She tells me how you and her usta have lots of fun together, before the divorce. How you used to make a big fuss over her. Hug her. Kiss her. Take her places. Tell her bedtime stories when she was a kid and hows you used to even sing lullabies to her."
Bob nodded, a faraway look in his eyes. "She was a beautiful baby and a lovely little girl. We did have good times...." His voice was soft and low.
"Those are the things she remembered about you," explained Sherri. "That's why she was so insistent on coming here for a visit when she got your letter asking her to come."
"And I loused it up by being too busy!" Bob hopped from the bed and paced the floor. "Damn, what a stupid bastard I am. My own kid." Turning to Sherri, he snapped, "Where is she now? Maybe I can go to her? Explain why I've been too busy?"
Sherri shook her head. "I wouldn't do that right now Bob. She's all upset. She might say something to hurt you. So might you. And she did talk to her mother. Right now might not be a good time."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." He sat on the bed again and rested a hand on her knee. His face brightened. "I know what I'll do. I'll call Joe tomorrow and close out the deal we're working on. Then we'll all pack our bags, hop into our car, and go off for a vacation. We can drive up to Disneyland. Tour the coast. Go to 'Frisco. A Cook's Tour. We can take a week, or longer. Visit all the tourist spots. You think she'll like that?"
Sherri nodded. "I'm quite sure she will. And being with you all the time will make her happy. You'll have a chance to get to know each other-again. Good thinking, Bob."
He turned to Martha. "How 'bout it, dear? Sound good to you?"
Martha shrugged. "Sure. Why not? It's been sometime since we've gone on a vacation. I'd kind of like it. We can stop at all the best motels. Yeah, it sounds good. Count me in, and I know Timmie will enjoy it. He's been bugging me to go somewhere. He's getting kind of bored, waiting for school to start."
"Good! Then it's settled! Well leave tomorrow!" Having made another big decision, Bob instantly returned to the present. At the moment had had his hand on Sherri's knee. Impishly he began to slide his hand down her creamy, pink-white thigh.
Karen, from her vantage point behind the see through mirror was happy at the turn of events and the tone of the conversation. At the moment she could have kissed Sherri for presenting her case so well. She wasn't too surprised that Sherri had analyzed what had been bothering her. She had confided in her enough since being here.
The thought of going on a vacation with them was exciting. She had heard and read about the places. Hollywood. Disneyland. Sea World. Fisherman's Wharf. She'd be seeing them all. This would make her trip here worthwhile. That, plus the fact that Daddy wouldn't be too busy to pay attention to her. She was glad now she'd mentioned her girlhood days with him to Sherri. It had jarred him back to reality. To her need for him.
Her pleasant thoughts were interrupted when she observed the action in the other bedroom. She noticed Daddy running his hands up and down bare Sherri's thighs. She also noticed that his prick, which up until now, had been dormant, was beginning to stiffen. She also noticed that Aunt Martha continued to casually sit at her vanity, brushing her hair, unmindful of the fact that her own daughter was laying on the bed, stark naked, with cunt exposed and her common law husband was fondling her!
Bob continued stroking his hands up and down Sherri's creamy lush thighs. He placed his fingers on Sherri's cute, golden-haired pussy and massaged it His prick was now assuming gigantic size.
Easing forward, Bob began kissing Sherri's bare knees, then her bare thighs and ever so slowly he nipped his way down and began sucking her cunt!
Karen stared in awe at the unfolding scene.
Bob, savoring of the tasty cunt, slowly eased around on the bed, being careful not to miss a sucking stroke into the adorable pussy.
Now he was directly above her face with his huge cock! Perfect sixty-nine position. Beaming down at the girl whose cunt he was licking, he murmured, "Ready, you pretty cocksucker?"
She smiled. "Ready."
He sunk his throbbing cock deeply into her mouth. At the same time, he resumed his cunt lapping chore which had been momentarily interrupted by asking if she was ready.
Karen almost fainted. Her dad was sucking Sherri off, and she was sucking him off. And Aunt Martha was watching them with a smile of approval!
In and out, Dad dipped his big cock into Sherri's eager mouth.
Up and down, Sherri shoved her eager twat into his eager mouth, a perfect sucking team.
"I'm fucking your pretty face, honey," Dad murmured between licks at her cunt.
"Yes! Yes! I love it!" whimpered Sherri, between sucks of the big cock. "You've got the biggest cock I've ever had, hasn't he mother? It's even bigger than Timmie's."
Martha sitting on the bed beside them, nodded. "It sure is." She gently fondled his swinging balls and patted her daughter's fucking face. "My pretty little cocksucking daughter," she murmured, her face alight with pride.
Karen gulped. This was unbelievable. It couldn't be happening-but it was. Right before her eyes. A mother-her Aunt Martha watching her own daughter sucking her common law husband's cock and encouraging and complimenting her. tongue into cunt.
Shock waves engulfed Karen, followed by heat waves. She felt herself heating up from watching the lewd action. The heat waves increased when she watched the next move on the part of the naked people on the bed in the other room. Aunt Martha gently eased Bob and his cock away from r daughter's sucking mouth. She eased him around on the bed. She positioned him between her daughter's legs and murmured, "Fuck 'er, Bob. Fuck the shit out of her. The kid's real hot."
Bob obliged. Without any argument, he eased forward. Without any resistance, his huge cock slid into Sherri's well sucked little cunt!
Gently, but firmly, he began fucking the daughter while the mother watched and encouraged him. Martha placed her hand on his bouncing ass and helped him push forward while driving his big cock into her daughter's little cunt!
"Your kid's an even better fuck than you, Martha," he gasped, between shoves.
"Yeah, that's what Timmie says, too." Martha smiled benignly, not hurt over the comparisons in fucking and sucking abilities. Her aim in life was to keep this a happy, contented family.
Karen, not yet a member in good standing of the happy family group, stared in awe at the action. Her feelings were mixed.
The shock waves ebbed. She stared fascinated at the lewd scene. The casualness of the three sinners got to her. They were acting like it was a common, ordinary day event. Daddy pounding his big, throbbing cock into Sherri's nice little pussy and Martha lending encouragement. It was almost unbelievable.
While watching the scene, doubts began to stir within her. Maybe Dad was right about her mother being such a frigid woman. Maybe Mom was too much prude. Maybe she had inherited too many of Mom's traits. Maybe she'd been brain washed about sex. Maybe it wasn't all that bad.
What Dad was doing right now-fucking hell out of Sherri seemed very natural and exciting. His big, fat cock was pounding in and out of the luscious pussy while Sherri's Mom was fondling the swinging balls and stroking her fucking daughter's hair and murmuring words of encouragement, like, "Fuck him good, baby. The old bastard needs a good lay. Hump your ass faster. Make the bastard cum...."
Karen watched for a few more minutes, then with a thoughtful look on her face, she left the bedroom, her inner feelings very mixed up.
She hoped Daddy wouldn't renege on his promise to take them on a vacation.
CHAPTER FIVE
Her fears were unfounded. For the next week Karen was in seventh heaven. It was by far the most exciting week she'd ever spent. True to his word, Dad took them to every tourist trap on the coast. He even rented a charter boat and crew for a day of deep sea fishing.
They stopped at night at the best motels, ate in the best restaurants and shopped around in various well known shopping centers. They took oodles of pictures along the way. Karen would have plenty of memories from this memorable vacation trip.
Best of all it gave her a chance to renew her acquaintance with her Daddy. She was so proud of him. He was so handsome. Sometimes he'd wear slacks sets, other times, shorts. He was so animated. So friendly. The Daddy she'd remembered. During the trip they had plenty of time to talk and reminisce. Since she'd only been past eleven when he'd left them, her memories of the past were not too many. He was almost like a stranger to her.
In the week they made up for lost time. She marveled that she had such a handsome father-he marveled that the little scrawny kid he'd left five years ago had grown up into such a beautiful girl. A dazzling, stunning beauty.
In the back of his mind, he began scheming of ways and means to maybe keep her with him on the coast. An objective Rebecca would never agree to.
In the back of her mind, struggled a thought about how nice it would be if she could live with her daddy instead of returning home to Mom.
Karen was saddened when the trip finally came to an end. They were back home. The sadness was dispeled somewhat when Daddy promised they'd go off again for a few days, maybe down to Mexico.
That night when she was in her room, preparing for bed, after a nice, warm bath and she lay naked beneath her covers, her thoughts were still filled with recollections of the hectic week. She lay there, listening to the soft music and recalling the pleasant moments. The dizzying rides at Disneyland. The exciting scenery. The breath taking views of the mountain ranges they drove through. The plush motels and swimming pools. The wonderful meals and best of all-getting re-acquainted with Daddy.
Her pleasant thoughts were interrupted when her bedroom door opened.
"Daddy!"
"Hi, honey." Dad, dressed in his pajamas stepped to the bed and sat down. He smiled fondly at his little girl. Reaching down he stroked her long brown hair. "It's been a long time since I've said good night to my little baby." His hazel eyes were filled with soft glint of tender love.
She nodded. "It sure has been." She held his arm while he stroked her hair. "Oh, Daddy, I'm so happy!" Tears misted her eyes. "I'm glad I came here to visit you, especially this past week. I had such fun."
Dad smiled wryly. "I guess the first week you were here I kinda ignored you. I was so busy. I'm sorry."
"That's okay, Daddy." Memories of the past flooded her mind. She was back to being a little kid again. Her daddy coming in to kiss her good night. "The main thing is, you're here now." She pursed her lips. "Kiss me, Daddy." patting the lumps under the covers, and stroking her hair. "Good night, little darling," he breathed huskily, tender love lights in his eyes.
"Wait! Before you go." She tugged at his arm and held him in position. "You forgot to sing me a lullaby-like you used to!" She crinkled her nose impishly. "Remember that real old song you used to sing to me? The one your parents sang to you? Scarlet Ribbons? Please sing it to me now? Please?"
"Aw, honey, I don't even remember the words. I can't sing. I sound like a croaking frog."
"It sounded good when I was a little girl. Please?" She held tightly to his arm.
"Well, if you insist." Clearing his throat, he began singing the song he hadn't sung in years. "I peeked in to say good night, and when I heard my child in prayer...."
His voice was low and somewhat off key, but as he got into the long ago song, his voice timber improved and the almost forgotten words came back to his memory. He had sung this song to her hundreds of times since she was born.
"... And if I live to be a hundred I will never know from where, came those scarlet ribbons ... scarlet ribbons for her hair...." he finished the song with a flourish and a warms smile and a kiss for his little baby. He was all starry eyed and misty and deeply moved by this moment of the past. It seemed so long ago.
"Good night, little baby," he whispered, bending down to kiss her.
"Uh-unh. Don't go yet." Karen's eyes were filled with tears and her mind filled with memories. "Please, daddy? Stay awhile longer? We have all night."
"But I thought you wanted to go to sleep?"
"I can sleep anytime. Right now I feel like reliving the past. Can't we?"
"I guess so. What do you have in mind?" He glanced fondly at his little girl who seemed intent on turning back the clock.
"Remember how you used to sit in that easy chair back home? How I used to crawl up on your lap and you'd tell me bedtime stories?"
"Aw, honey, that was so long ago."
"You used to mix up all the stories? Make them real funny?"
"You were only nine or ten years old then." He smiled at the long dormant memory.
"Please, Daddy, let's do it again? I haven't forgotten. Those were the happiest days of my life. There's a chair right over there, something like the one you used to sit in and tell me stories. Please go sit in it now. I'll hop on your lap and you can tell me stories and we'll talk about a lot of things. Please?"
"Well ... okay, if it'll make you happy." Getting to his feet, Dad went over, sat on the chair, pushed the lever and propped his feet up on the chair and leaned back in a comfortable position. It was very relaxing, just like it had been that long time ago. Smiling fondly, he held out his hands, "Come on, my baby doll," he murmured, recalling the words he'd used, "I'll tell you some bedtime stories." and stepped toward her daddy.
She was stark naked! She was going on seventeen-she was no longer a little baby girl. She was a lush, beautifully built woman!!
Dad stared in awe at his naked daughter. His ancient memories were jolted back to the present. This was no longer the tiny little baby doll he'd cradled in his arms so many years ago. "You're naked!" he gasped, moving forward instinctively to get out of the chair.
Karen forestalled his effort. With a giggle, she plopped on her daddy's lap, wrapped hands around his neck and nestled into his embrace. "Daddy! Daddy!" she murmured, her voice low and soft. "It's been so long since you've held me in your arms. So long."
"I ... I...." Dad tried desperately to put his hands somewhere. Anywhere but on his daughter's nudeness. "You're NAKED!" he repeated inanely.
"I sure am. Sometimes I used to be before when you told me bedtime stories," she reminded him, nuzzling deeper in his embrace.
"Yeah, but you were only nine or ten years old, then!"
Nuzzling deeper onto his lap, she murmured, "So I'm a little older? I'm still your baby girl." She kissed him. "Come on, tell me a story. About the three little piggies." She grinned impishly.
Dad, trying hard not to touch her too much, flushed. "Aw, honey, we can't do this anymore. You're too old. Too big." His glance settled on her lush titties. Firm, solid, and extra large for a sixteen-year-old girl.
Seeing his glance settling on her melons, she impishly thrust them forward, almost touching his lips with a nipple. He leaned farther back on the chair. She leaned farther back on him, one arm wrapped around his neck and stroking his hair with her free hand. "I love you, Daddy," she breathed huskily. "I missed you so much these past five years. I-I almost forgot what you looked like."
Sucking in a deep breath and almost sucking in her tittie at the same time, he gently eased her away. "Please, honey, go get some clothes on. I can't have you sitting on my lap naked." He was sweating profusely and to his horror, he felt his prick getting hard under her wiggling fanny!
Karen who also felt his hard on under her butt, shook her head. "Unh-unh. I want to stay naked. I want to prove to you that I'm not frigid like Mom!" She reached over and slid his pajama top off.
"Hey! Whatcha doing!?!" He tried vainly to reclaim his pajama top.
Tossing it to the floor, she squirmed deeper. "Daddy, you're so handsome!" She toyed with his man sized nipples and tugged at the curly brown hairs on his chest.
Pushing her hands away, he said, falteringly, "Don't do that! You're acting crazy. What's wrong with you?" He cut loose with a fatherly frown.
"I just want to prove I'm not frigid like Mom was," Karen repeated. "I remember how you and her used to argue so much before the divorce. I heard you. I recall how you mentioned she was frigid. An icicle. I just want to show you I'm not like Mom."
"Okay, you've shown me. Now get off my lap before we both do something we'll regret!"
Shaking her head, she murmured, "Unh-unh, Daddy. I want you to teach me to love."
"What?"
"Teach me the things you did to Sherri a week ago. I was peeking. The night Mom called. Before we went on our trip. I saw what you did to her, and with her own mother looking on and encouraging her."
He paled. "You saw us?"
"I was peeking through the one-way mirror in Sherri's room."
"Oh, my God!" He wilted. All his secrets were out in the open. He had been trying to down play his life with Martha and the twins. To make it as low key as possible. He realized now his daughter knew everything about him and his current family. "I've got to get out of here!" Again he tried shoving her off his lap.
She held tight. Holding tightly to his neck, she resisted his efforts to dislodge her. "Please, Daddy, don't shove me away. You've avoided me for five years. Now don't shove me away again."
"I-I-that's different. I'm not shoving you away. I just want you off my lap. Go get into your pajamas and you can sit on my lap all night, but you can't sit on me naked! Geez, I mean, after all I'm your father!" His voice was suddenly stern. "And I'm only human!"
Karen pushed a tit onto his face. "Yes, Daddy." Impishly she moved her tits around on his mouth. He was bouncing his head from side to side, trying to avoid her frontal attack.
"Knock it off!" he growled sternly, glaring. "Or s'help me, I'll give you a spanking! Just like I used to do!"
"Will you, Daddy?" Karen happily swung around on the huge lounge chair. She quickly shoved her bare butt up under his face and wiggled. "There's my butt, Daddy. Slap it!"
"I-I-" Dad stared in awe at the pretty, creamy pink white butt wiggling directly before his startled eyes. He moved around on the chair to adjust to her sudden maneuvers. She had placed him in an awkward position. His one hand was under her breasts and despite his aversion and trying not to, his hands came in contact with her swinging, nubile breasts.
His other hand was free and poised over her cute butt. He had had her in this position many times in the past when she was a tiny girl of seven, eight, or nine. Sometimes they even playfully did this; he'd pretend she was naughty and smack her bare butt.
The bare butt then was very cute and small and there was no thought of sexuality. Now this ass had grown up somewhat. It was still small and cute but, despite his desire not to, he couldn't help but equate it with sex. Though the squirming girl in his lap was his own daughter, he felt his prick beginning to get hard! His own daughter!
Karen noticed his prick was pushing against his pajama bottom. She reached down and deftly slid his pajama bottom off. She tossed it alongside the top she'd removed a short time ago.
Daddy was now in the uniform of the day: Stark Naked!
She gazed in awe at his emerging hard-on. Her lips watered. She wriggled her ass. "Slap me, Daddy!" she ordered. "Smack my ass!" Reaching down, she began playing with his dong.
Almost in a trance, Dad raised a hand and brought it down with a gentle slap to her rump. "Take that, you naughty girl!" he mumbled, recalling the game they used to play long ago. "And that!" Another gentle slap.
Karen, entering into the spirit of the game, wriggled and moaned as though she were being beaten to a pulp. Recalling the words she used to use, she whimpered, "I'll be a good girl, Daddy! I'll be a good girl!" To prove her point, she played harder with his cock which in turn, grew harder.
Dad, feeling her fingers on his cock, flushed. "Stop it, Karen! We can't do this. It's crazy!" With a mighty shove he pushed her from his lap. He glared. "Are you crazy or something? What's wrong with you?"
Karen, who'd landed on her butt in a heap on the carpeted floor, legs spread wide, knees up and leaning back on her hands, stared up with a hurt expression. "Daddy!" she accused. "You pushed me away again! Don't you love me?" She pouted.
Shaking his head dazedly, he grumped, "Of course I love you. But we can't do this!" He tried not to stare too hard at her cute cunt. It was the first time he'd seen it in over five years. Then it had been a tiny, hairless crack. Now it was still a tiny crack but it had a covering of curly brown hair above it.
"Why not, Daddy? You do things to Sherri. She's almost the same age as me."
"She's not my daughter."
"She's your niece."
"Well that's different!" He glared. "Get up and put something on, or s'help me, I'll really give you a spanking!"
Her eyes lit up. "Aw, Daddy, don't be mad at me. I'm only trying to prove I'm different than Mom. You hated her because she's frigid. I only wanted to prove I'm not. Please let me?"
Shaking his head dazedly, he explained, "Can't you understand, honey? I can't make love to you. You're my daughter. I can talk to you about it, but not like this-both of us naked. Let's both get dressed and we'll talk. Okay?" He reached for his pajamas.
Karen pushed them away, got to her feet and stood before him. Thrusting out her lush melons, she shook her head. "You're brushing me off again, Daddy. Just like you did five years ago. I think I'll call Mom and tell her I'm coming home!"
"No! Wait! Don't call her. I had to argue a long time to even get you here. I don't want you to leave yet." He sighed. "But we can't do this, Honey. You sitting in my lap naked. I mean, after all, I'm only human. You're a big girl now." His glance swept over his beautiful, lush daughter and he murmured, "My God, how big you are." His glance zeroed onto her lush tits.
She stopped pouting. "All my life, Daddy," she explained, "I've been under Mom's domination. She's always preached to me about how horrible sex is. I'm almost a virgin. At my age!"
"You're not?" This was a surprise.
"No, there was this fresh boy at a drive-in theater last year. He took advantage of me." She shuddered at the memory. "Anyway, Mom tries to make sex seem like sin. I seldom go with boys. I'm not allowed out at night. All I ever do is attend church meetings and meet a bunch of prudes. Mom doesn't let me wear shorts or bikinis. I guess she means all right, but sometimes I feel like a freak. All the other kids seem to have so much fun."
He nodded. "I understand, honey. I guess that's why she never let you visit me before. I've been after her for years to let you come visit me. I'm surprised she gave in this time."
"I had quite an argument with her before she did. She mentioned you were probably living in a den of iniquity. Mom always thinks the worst of everyone."
"She's still a religious nut?"
"Definitely. She thinks everyone's a sinner. That's why she's so opposed to my visiting you."
Dad nodded glumly. "She always thought the worst of me. That's why we didn't make it. She was always accusing me of things. Trying to completely run my life, and I never did go in too much for her religious fanaticism. Oh well, that's all in the past." He eyed her sharply. "She's trying to mold you to her image?"
Karen nodded and eased forward. "She is. That's why I'm so glad she finally allowed me to visit you. I want to learn about life from you. You're my daddy." She slid onto his lap, facing him, one leg on either side.
"Hey, whatcha doing?"
"Remember how I used to sit on your lap facing you like this? When we played those card games? Old Maid? War?" She nuzzled her butt closer to his dong and moved forward, pressing her titties against his hairy chest.
He sighed. His kid sure was a determined brat. He felt his cock beginning to stir. She was rubbing against it with her little twat.
Karen, sitting on his lap, facing him, grinning impishly. She felt his emerging hard on rubbing against her pussy. It felt good. Heat waves engulfed her. Reaching down, she toyed with his cock. It grew harder to her touch. "Please, Daddy," she whispered, "teach me about love-and sex? Please? Like you did Sherri?"
He shook his head. He was sweating. "I can't do that! It's crazy! Weird! You're acting like a nympho. Please, honey, get off my lap? Please?" He felt his resistance ebbing. The feel and jerk of her fingers on his surging cock. "I ... can't ... do ... this...."
A slight smile of triumph crossed her lips. She inched forward. "You can too, Daddy." Another lurch forward. A stabbing pain in her cunt. A whimper of pain and anguish when the huge, thick cock entered her tiny twat. She compressed her lips to beat down the cries of pain. It hurt. It was killing her. It was so damned big.
Gritting her teeth, she inched forward. The huge, throbbing monster dug deeper into her almost virginal cunt. Her tiny, vaginal lips spread wider and the velvety walls gave way to make room for the monstrous prick. Finally it was almost all the way in. The full eight inches of bone hard, thick solid cock. She relaxed and held her position. Leaning back slightly and easing her pussy gently back and forth, she murmured, "You can to, Daddy. You DID! See? It's in my pussy. All the way in!"
He peered down like a man in a trance. She was so right. His big dong was deeply imbedded in the cunt.
His daughter's cunt!
Shock waves of revulsion, fear and excitement ebbed and flowed. The sight was revolting, yet exciting. His own prick. In his daughter's cunt! It was unbelievable, but true. The little girl he'd left five years ago when she was just past eleven was now sitting on his lap facing him, like she'd done so many times when she was a baby.
Now, five years later, things had changed somewhat. She was no longer a baby. She was a grown-up girl. One hundred and ten pounds of firm, lovely, curvy girlhood.
This time there was a big difference. This time his enormous cock was deeply imbedded in the tiny pussy. Almost in a trance, he moved his cock slowly in and out. He seemed to have no control over his actions. His prick was too hard. The cunt was so small. Every fiber in his body, every ounce of common sense in his head begged him to pull away-to push her away from him.
Yet he was powerless to obey his common sense. His passion retained control. His jaw slackened. He stared at her helplessly. He dialed her titties with his hands and watched almost in a trance while his throbbing prick moved in and out of her twitching twat. It was almost as though he were watching the action from afar-that this wasn't really happening.
That he was fucking his own daughter!
Karen eyed him with a contented smile on her face. He was making love to her. He really loved her-just like he had loved Sherri that night. For the first time in her life, Karen was having a man-sized prick shoved into her cunt. She loved every fucking inch of it. Doubly so because-it was her daddy who was fucking her!
With a moan of despair and a whimper of sadness, he unloaded in her twat. Grabbing her frenziedly, he pulled her to him, crushed her breasts against his chest and pounded his cock hard into her pussy. Again and again he shot a hot wad of cum into her twat.
He moaned, whimpered and held her tight. "My baby! My little girl! My little daughter! I'm fucking you! I'M FUCKING YOU!" His voice was hoarse and filled with disbelief.
Karen ground her cunt hard against his cock. He was almost flat on his back on the huge chair, thrusting upward into her snatch. "Yes. YES! FUCK ME, DADDY! Fuck me GOOD! It feels so nice. Like, WOW ... OOOOHH ... AAAAAAH ... Don't stop, Daddy! DON'T STOP!" she screamed. She hung on to the arms of the chair and beat her cunt forward onto his raging prick. "I'm gonna cum ... I'M GONNA CUMMMMMM!" She bounced up and down on his thick prick, trying to adjust to the awkward position she was in, facing him, with her legs up around his shoulders and hands propped onto the sides of the chair. She had broken loose from his tight grip against his body so she could work her cunt better.
Now, feeling it beginning to soften and lose some of its power, she sat upright and meshed titties against hairy chest. "Don't let it go down, Daddy!" she wailed. "Keep it UP! Keep it IN me. Fuc, me some more." She scotched around atop his cock, trying to keep it alert and in her cunt.
His passion ebbed. His cock wilted. With the ebbing of his lust and passion, his sanity returned. He stared in awe at his sopping wet cock as it flopped from his daughter's cunt. A few drops of cum seeped from the head of his prick. The gleam of lewdness left his eyes, being replaced by a look of horror. Shock waves of revulsion swept through him as the enormity of his actions struck home.
Easing her from his lap, he lumbered to his feet. Stepping over to her bed, he flung himself down and covered his face with his hands in shame.
His shoulders shook. He sobbed. He muttered aloud, "My God! What have I done? My own daughter...." Sobs wracked his body. He pounded the bed with his fists.
Karen, surprised at his actions, stood beside the bed, staring down, at a loss what to do. She had never seen a grown man cry.
She sat on the bed and stroked his sweaty forehead. "Daddy! What's wrong?" Her voice was choked with emotion. Tears misted her eyes.
Peering up at her, he shook his head, and mumbled, his voice tinged with disbelief, "My own daughter! I fucked my own daughter!"
Flipping onto her side and nuzzling against him, she kissed his tear stained face, "Oh, Daddy! Don't cry about it. I made you do it. I tricked you into doing it. It wasn't your fault." She forced a smile. "It isn't the end of the world. Besides," she added, dreamily, "I enjoyed every fucking minute of it." She hugged him impulsively.
Sitting up in the bed, and holding her down by the shoulders, he groaned, "That's just it! I enjoyed it, too." He sniffed and wiped his tears away with the back of one hand. "But I shouldn't have done it, honey. My own daughter!" The shock waves were beginning to recede. The act had been culminated. There was no turning back the clock.
"Aw, Daddy, you're making too big a thing out of it. Sure, I'm your daughter, but don't forget we haven't seen each other for over five years. We're practically strangers. What we did was just a physical thing. No big deal." She forced a smile.
"No big deal? What kind of talk is that?" He eyed her sternly.
"Now you sound like Mom!" she quipped. "Giving with the lecture about right from wrong. She's always preaching to me. Maybe that's why I did what I did. To find out things."
Dad had better control of himself. He was a firm believer in whatever must be, must be. What happens-happens. Sucking in a deep breath, he forced a smile and said, "You sure aren't like your mother. You're a nympho. You enjoyed what you did. Your mom never enjoyed it. That's why we split."
Drawing him down to her embrace, she whispered, "Daddy, can I stay here with you? Not go back home?"
"Would you want to?" His eyes lit up.
"Yes. Can't it be arranged?"
He shook his head. "No way. Your mother has custody of you until you're eighteen. The legal age. That was part of the divorce settlement. I still kick in so much a month to her in child support."
"Can't something be worked out?"
"Your mother would have to agree. I could arrange a final settlement, if she'd be willing." He sighed. "I'm afraid, honey, she'd never agree." He shook his head glumly. "Your mother's a stubborn woman-and she hates me."
"Try and arrange something. Please, Daddy?"
"I could talk to my lawyer. He could get in touch with her. She'd never speak to me."
"And I'll mention that I want to stay with you next time she calls to check on me."
"That might help." He brightened. "We'll see." He patted her fanny.
"What would happen if I refused to go back home?"
He frowned. "I'd be in big trouble. She could swear out a. warrant for my arrest. Kidnapping. I don't know what else. You are still underage."
Thrusting out her bobbies, she said, "I'm going on seventeen!"
Staring at her boobies, he nodded and wet his lips with his tongue, "You sure are a big girl, but you're still underage. Not under-developed," he added, with a wry grin, touching her titties, "but just under age. I'd be in trouble if I kept you here against her wishes. Big trouble."
Karen sighed and thrust forward for more tittie fondling. "Well, see what your lawyer can work out. I want to stay here. I like it here. I like Aunt Martha and the twins. Most of all, I like you, Daddy!" To prove her point she reached over and began playing with his point, which at the moment was still limp.
Recoiling from the touch of her fingers on his cock as though he'd been jabbed in the ass with a pin, he hopped to his feet. "No more of that kind of action, daughter of mine! We'll forget what we did and be mighty careful we don't do it again in the future. After all, I am your father. What we did was wrong. Terribly wrong. We can't do things like that. No way!" His voice was sharp and emphatic.
Karen, sitting on the bed with legs spread wide and knees up to give him a good view of her cunt, sighed. She noticed his cock was still limp. She debated the advisability of leaning forward and taking his prick into her mouth to suck it hard.
Seeing the look in his eyes, she discarded this course of action. Instead she smiled and nodded humbly. "Yes, Daddy. I understand."
She was back to being Daddy's little girl again. The little girl he remembered form the past. She scooted under the covers and drew them up to her neck. "Good night, Daddy." She pursed her lips for a kiss.
Relaxing his stem look, he bent over. Gently kissing his little girl on the lips, he finished what he had started out to do some time ago when he'd first entered the room. Kiss his little girl good night. "Good night, my little darling," he breathed huskily.
Picking up his pajamas, he left the room. His eyes were misted with tears of happiness. He loved his little daughter very much.
Karen watched until he left the room. Then, with a deep sigh, and her eyes also misted with tears of happiness, she turned out her light and settled down to go to sleep.
She, too, loved her daddy very much. She loved what he had done to her. Her little twat was still twitching from the pleasuring it had received.
Maybe she could get Mom to change her mind about letting her stay here? She knew that if she could, she might be able to change Daddy's mind about making love to her-again.
CHAPTER SIX
Getting Mom to change her mind wasn't going to be easy. Karen found that out the following day when Mom called to check on her.
As usual, Mom was loaded with questions about what she was doing, who was there with her, if she was going to church regularly, and when she'd be coming home.
Karen fielded the questions diplomatically, avoiding telling Mom about Aunt Martha and the twins.
She mentioned the trip she'd taken with Daddy and a couple of friends. After much jockeying back and forth in the question and answer period, she popped her question, Could she stay here with Dad?
This brought a flood of emphatic denials and a stream of invectives to the point that no-not only no, but definitely no-she would not be allowed to stay with that sinner. Under no circumstances would she agree to let Karen stay there with her Dad.
Karen had expected this kind of a reaction, but she wasn't prepared for the viciousness of the rejection. She mentioned that Dad had said his lawyer would get in touch with her and try to work out a final agreement. She hinted that Dad would make it worthwhile for her financially if she'd agree to let her stay.
This didn't seem to faze Mom one iota in her determination not to let her stay. The phone conversation ended on a sour note with Mom threatening all kinds of legal action if her Dad dared try anything funny, or illegal.
When Karen reported the phone conversation to Dad, he was very thoughtful. "I kind of expected her to react like that," he murmured. They were at pool side. Dad was sipping a drink, between dips in the pool. Martha and the twins were also cavorting in the pool.
"What're we going to do?" Karen asked, sadly, stretching her bikini clad form out on a beach chair. "I want to stay here with you, Daddy."
"Well think of something," he assured her. "My lawyer is working on it. He's going to get in touch with her."
"I hope he can arrange it."
"Don't get your hopes up, honey. Your mother's a bullhead. She hates me, and she'll do anything she can to hurt me." Glancing at his watch, he said, "You'll have to excuse me, hon. Martha and I are going into the city this afternoon. We'll be gone all night."
"Business?" Karen crinkled her nose.
"Yep." Dad lumbered to his feet and smiled cheerfully. "We have a little deal cooking. It'll take a few days, then, after we wind it up, zip, we'll be off on another trip. Okay?" Wrapping his towel around his neck, he bent down and kissed her.
Karen sighed and accepted his fatherly kiss. "Sure, Daddy, but I wish you wouldn't get wound up in so many business deals. See you." Her glance followed him until he disappeared into the house. Her eyes were alight with pride. She loved her daddy very much, especially now, after the session in her bedroom. If she could only stay here, maybe there'd be plenty more such sessions. She closed her eyes dreamily, leaned back on the beach chair and beneath her sun glasses, she actually fell asleep. A nap.
She awakened suddenly when someone placed a hand on her thigh. Sitting up on the chair, she murmured, "What? Who?" Back to reality.
It was Sherri. The bubbly blonde was seated next to her, leaning over and fondling Karen's inner thighs and nipping at Karen's cunt covered by the string bikini. "Wake up, sleepyhead!" Sherri chuckled and slid fingers in under Karen's bikini bottom and scratched at her snatch. Winking lewdly and scratching at her snatch, Sherri murmured, "Let's you and me go to my bedroom?"
"What for?" Karen humped her pussy up and down and spread her legs wider to allow her cousin more finger-fucking room. She grinned impishly. She was becoming just as horny as the inmates of this mansion. Mom would flip if she saw what was happening right out in the open. Her cousin Sherri toying with her pussy and suggesting they go to her bed room where she could more than toy with it.
"We'll find something to do. Sherri pursed her lips and wet her lips with her tongue. "I'm in the mood for a love session, Cousin. How 'bout it." Humping her own pussy upward suggestively, she added, "You feel like kissing my cunt?" She giggled.
"Ugh!" Karen feigned disgust. "Me kiss that thing!" Reaching over she gently stroked Sherri's creamy, pink white thighs.
"Please?" Coaxed Sherri. Impishly she held Karen's hand and zeroed it in on her twat. "Tell you what we'll do, Cousin...."
"What?"
"Let's suck each other off right here. Now. On the beach chair." She reached for her bikini bra and loosened it.
Karen shook her head. Her prudish instincts took over. The instincts that had taken a beating since her arrival at this house. "No. I can't do that. Not here."
"Aw, c'mon, it'll be fun." Sherri slid off her bra. Her gorgeous melons popped into glorious view. SO firm, so round, so fully packed. Creamy mounds of sheer, sucking delight.
Karen's mouth watered at the sight, but her square instincts won out. "Un-unh. Not here."
"Don't be such a square," chided Sherri, reaching forward to slide off Karen's bikini top. "Maybe we can get Timmie to join us." She nodded toward the far end of the pool where her twin brother had been practicing diving.
"Un-unh. He's taking off like a big bird." Karen inclined her head. "He's actually running toward the house. He acts like he's scared." She frowned.
"Oh-oh! Trouble ahead." Sherri peered around and quickly put her bikini top back on. "No wonder he's running scared. Burt's coming. He must've seen his car." Sherri inclined her head toward the far end of the winding driveway leading to the mansion.
"Burt?"
"Burt Martin. My stepfather. Remember, I mentioned him?"
"But why's he coming here? Isn't he divorced from your mom?"
Sherri shrugged. "Yes and no. The divorce isn't quite final. Some hang-up in the property settlement. They are separated. They have been for some time. Since that day he caught my mom and your dad in bed together." She chuckled.
"He caught them in bed?"
"No big deal. Things like that happen all the time out here. He was also fucking some girl on the side."
"He still comes here? After what happened?"
"Sure. Him and Mom are still good friends. He's also friendly with your dad. He comes here often. This place still belongs to him and will until the final settlement. Then Mom will get it."
"But why does he come here?"
Sherri smiled cheerfully. "He likes to throw a fuck into Mom now and then."
"Sherri!"
"And he kinda likes us kids, though Timmie is deathly afraid of him. That's why he ran into the house. He'll lock himself in his room and try to stay clear of Burt."
"But why?"
Sherri shuddered. "Burt's a weirdo. Especially when he's been drinking, or smoking pot. He can be downright mean and brutal. We call him Brutal Burtie sometimes." She leaned forward, and whispered, "Here he comes. He looks like he's higher'n a kite." She sighed. "Brace yourself, Cousin."
Karen, who'd been watching the snazzy sports car winding its way up the driveway and finally parking at the side of the house, stared at the man who had disembarked from the small foreign car and was advancing unsteadily toward them. Sherri's description of her stepfather hadn't covered near enough.
The man advancing toward them was indeed a weirdo. In looks anyway. Burt Martin was thirty-eight, five foot ten inches tall. He was a chubby two hundred and ten pounds of flab and muscle. Burt had on Bermuda shorts, a bright sports shirt, a multi-colored summer scarf and sandals on his feet. His thick, black hair was very long. A well trimmed beard and moustache covered his chubby face. He had a bulbous nose and dark, piercing eyes that stared out from behind thick glasses.
Halting before the two bikini-clad lovelies in the beach chairs, he waved and smiled down in approval. Fingering a set of love beads at his chest, he said cheerfully, "Hi, Sherri doll. Where's the folks?"
"Mom and Bob went into the city." Sherri glanced at her watch. "About a half hour ago. They'll be gone all night."
"Hmm." Burt's eyes lit up. "All night? Hmmm." His glance settled on Karen. "Who's this lovely little girl?" His voice was thick and slurred. His eyes had strange glints. He held a cigarette in his chubby hand, from which he took an occasional puff. A weed.
Hopping to her feet, Sherri made the introductions, "This is my cousin, Karen Wilson. She's from back east. She's visiting for a few weeks. She's Bob's daughter."
"Oh?" Burt's eyes lit up. "I knew Bob had a daughter. He mentions her every now and then. A kid about sixteen." His glance strayed over the lovely sixteen-year-old brunette. "So you're Karen, hmm? You can just call me Burt." He smiled. "I guess Sherri's been telling you all about me?" His dark eyes twinkled.
Karen nodded. "She mentioned you a few times. You're her stepfather?"
Gathering his blonde stepdaughter into his embrace, Burt nodded. Squeezing Sherri's bobbies, he grinned, "She's my little doll, aren't you, honey?" He eased her into his chubby embrace and slapped a few kisses onto Sherri's not-to-willing lips. While kissing her he slid his fat fingers into her bikini bottom and fondled her lush asscheeks.
Sherri, glancing over his shoulder at Karen, rolled her eyes upward and crinkled her nose in a gesture of despair. She didn't resist the mauling and kissing by the big, fat slob. Her entire posture indicated disgust, but something she couldn't prevent.
After fondling her all over and giving with a bunch of kisses, Burt finally released her. "Where's Timmie?"
"He ... he ... I guess he's in his room."
"Hah! We'll get to him later." Burt chuckled lewdly. His glance fell on the partly filled bottle of whiskey on the table nearby. Wobbling over, he poured himself a drink. He'd already had enough, but that wasn't stopping him. "Care to join me in a drink, girls?"
"I could use one." Sherri nodded, mumbling under her breath, "and you'd better take one, too, Cousin. You'll be needing it."
Karen, who'd sampled a few drinks since coming here, nodded. "Make mine a short one. Mostly Coke."
"Make 'em both doubles, Burt." Sherri corrected the order.
Burt obligingly mixed the drinks, pouring a considerable amount of liquor in both glasses which he handed to the girls. Holding his glass aloft and eyeing them from stem to stern and back again, he murmured, "Here's to us." His glance settled on Karen who'd gotten to her feet to accept the preferred drink. He pursed his lips while ogling her. "Only sixteen? Hmm. More like eighteen. Like, wow!" He continued ogling her while downing his drink.
Karen squirmed uncomfortably under his lewd glance. She knew she was mature for her age. She could easily pass for eighteen.
Finishing his drink, he placed his empty glass on the table. Turning to Sherri, he mumbled, "I'm kinda glad your mom and Bob aren't here. I was fixing on throwing a fast fuck into your mom and giving her the latest scoop on the divorce, then shoving off. But now," he added, turning his glance back to Karen, "I think I'll stick around. Maybe spend the night here. Okay kids?"
"Sure, Burt!" Sherri forced a big smile. "That'll be just fine."
"How 'bout you, Karen? Want me to spend the night here?"
Karen shrugged. She could care less. She didn't like the looks of this fat creep. She made a mental vow to steer clear of him. He was repulsive. Ugly. Big, fat nose, beady dark eyes, thick black beard and long black hair. Revolting.
He frowned, sensing her dislike. Then he smiled. From past experience, Burt knew that his initial appearance was a shocker to lots of people. This teenaged kid was no exception. He was high. Too high. He'd have to cool off. Get his senses back into focus. His glance settled on the cooling water in the pool. A dip in there would shock him back to sobriety.
"I'm gonna take a dip in the pool. How 'bout joining me, kids?" Having made his decision, he quickly stripped bare. He wobbled forward and dove into the pool.
Karen stared dumbfounded at the naked, fat slob splashing around in the pool. "He took all his clothes off!" she gasped. "He's naked!"
Sherri shrugged nonchalantly. "I told you he was a weirdo."
Karen, still in a state of shock from seeing the nude man, mumbled, "He stripped bare. Right in front of us." In addition to being a fat, bearded slob, Burt was also a hairy man. She had caught a fleeting glimpse of his fat dong hanging loose before his dangling, hairy balls, just before he dove into the pool.
Sherri sighed. Her baby blue eyes were bright with glints of excitement. "Burt's a character," she said, "but one thing we've got to remember. Don't cross him. Don't make him mad. Like I said, he can be brutal. The best thing is to just do whatever he tells you."
Drawing herself up haughtily, Karen snapped, "He's not going to tell me anything. I don't like his looks."
"I don't like 'em much, either," Sherri confessed ruefully.
"Then why'd you let him maul you before? It was disgusting. Him pawing all over you. Kissing you. Why?"
"We've got to be nice to him-at least until after the divorce becomes final." Sherri waved a hand about. "All this still belongs to Burt. He's a wealthy bastard. Mom will get a big settlement from him when the divorce comes through. Until then, we've got to be nice to him. Otherwise he could make waves. He could contest the divorce. Maybe Mom would wind up with nothing. This way, by everyone being nice to him, everyone's happy. Mom and us will get plenty of money. Your dad will benefit, too. He's sponging off my mom!" Sherri laid the facts right on the line.
"I see." Karen didn't exactly see it all, but enough data had soaked through to make her realize how much depended on their being nice to Brutal Burtie. Even Dad, apparently, had to be nice to the ugly, but rich, bastard.
"Relax, darling, it's not as bad as you think." Sherri gathered the trembling teenager to her embrace and led her toward the pool where Burt was splashing around. "Once you get over the shock of his appearance, he's not a bad guy. Me and him get along real fine. You will, too. Only you'll have to pretend you like him. Don't ever let on you hate him."
"But I...." Karen tried hanging back. "Why should I even have to bother with him? Why can't I just go up to my room? Listen to some albums? You amuse him. He's your stepdad, not mine."
Sherri shook her head. "I could see from the way he was looking you over, he wants to include you in his fun and games."
"Fun and games?"
Sherri sucked in a deep breath. "That's what he calls 'em. He's got a wild imagination. He can sure dream some weird things up."
"Well, let him! If you want to join him, go ahead. But count me out." Karen pulled back.
"Un-unh. Don't make him mad. Remember, your dad has a lot to lose if we get Burt pissed off and he fights Mom on the settlement."
Karen took a long look at the chubby, naked man in the pool. She sighed. She wouldn't do anything to hurt Dad. Not after he'd been so nice to her. Not after last night, and maybe for the future, if he could work things out with his lawyer and Mom.
Like Sherri had mentioned, she shouldn't make waves. This man seemed to have them all in his power. He could make them, or break them. Until the divorce was finalized, he was a welcome visitor to the place. A member of the family. If anyone crossed him there'd be big trouble.
She sighed, then nodded. If Sherri could play up to the ugly bastard, so could she. Forcing a smile, she went along with Sherri to the edge of the pool. "I'll try being nice to him."
"Good. Now, in you go!" Sherri shoved her into the pool.
Karen cut the water in a smooth dive. She came up close to Burt, expelling water and shaking her long hair back. Smiling, she said, "Hi!"
Burt stepped close. He had removed his glasses before diving into the pool. His dark, beady eyes lit up in approval. "So you're Bob's kid? Whew! He never mentioned you were so beautiful."
Feeling a flush, she replied, "Dad hasn't seen me in over five years."
"That's right." Reaching over, Burt began sliding her bikini top off. "Welcome to the family."
She beat down an urge to back away from his groping fingers. She didn't want to be nude in front of him. Not the way he was looking at her. She recalled Sherri's words of advice. Be nice to the guy, no matter what. She didn't want to hurt her Dad by offending this man. She allowed him to slide her bra off. He tossed it to the side of the pool.
His eyes bugged even wider. "My God, Karen! You sure you're only sixteen?"
"I'll be seventeen soon."
"Honey, you've got a build like a twenty year old." Burt reached forward and touched her boobs, one in each hand.
She beat down the feeling of revulsion when he touched her. She could see from where they were standing, in about three feet of water, that he was sobering up-and hardening up. His fact cock was clearly visible close to the top of the water. It was getting hard.
Despite her feelings of revulsion at sight of the ugly man, she could feel herself heating up. Lately, the sight of cocks had this effect on her. And lately there had also been a lot of cocks for her to view. Daddy's, Timmie's and now this big, thick one attached to this man.
Seeing her look of interest, he grabbed her hand and placed it on his emerging hard-on. "You can play with my prick, honey. See how hard it's getting?" He chuckled lewdly and went back to fondling her tits.
Heat waves engulfed her. The instant she touched his cock, it began throbbing to solidness. She gazed in awe at it while slowly jerking it. Burt's cock was immense. Even larger than Daddy's and Timmie's. It was longer and thicker. A massive cock. At least nice inches and thick as a ball bat handle. It had a huge, bulbous head. The base of his cock and the balls were surrounded with a heavy mat of dark hairs.
An intriguing sight for a sixteen-year-old girl, it was also a frightening one. Her common sense and her prudish instincts took over. The years of preaching and the warnings of her mom filtered through at that moment and warned her to beware.
She released her hold on the enormous prick and backed away. Feeling the edge of the pool at her back, she slid up and sat on the side of the pool, kicking her feet in the water. Shaking her head, she murmured, "Can't we just swim? I mean, I hardly know you. We shouldn't be getting so familiar."
He frowned. Burt didn't like to be crossed. People didn't often give him the brush off. This snip of a girl had gotten him all heated up, then had backed away. He didn't like that. He glared.
Sherri, sensing disaster, quickly came to the rescue. She had stripped bare. She now stood between the two with a big smile on her pretty face. Reaching down, she gathered her stepfather's cock into her hands and began toying with it.
"Karen isn't with it yet, Burt," she explained. "She's just been here a couple weeks. She's a little country girl from back east. She's kinda scared of the way we act out here. Give her time to get to know you. Don't push, okay?" She eyed Burt knowingly and winked suggestively. "She'll come around. I promise. Ease up on her for now. Right?"
The angry look receded. Burt nodded. "Sure, I understand." He tore his glance away from Karen and concentrated on the lovely little blonde who was playing with his prick. "Suck it off, you little slut!" he ordered, chuckling lewdly.
"Sure, Burt!" Unhesitatingly, the little blonde slut squatted down in the shallow water, grabbed his prick with her small hands and shoved the big cock into her mouth, expertly sucking it.
Peering at astonished Karen who was watching the action goggle-eyed, he murmured, "I'm sorry I came on so strong, Honey. Forgive me?" He cut loose with a smile, his face looking like a gargoyle.
Karen nodded. "It's okay, I guess. I'm not used to this sort of thing." She inclined her head toward her cocksucking cousin who was bobbing up and down for fresh air between sucks at the huge cock.
Burt grinned. "We do this kind of stuff all the time. We're like one big, happy, fucking family."
"Even my dad?"
"Hell, yes. Me and Bob are the best of friends. I throw a few good deals his way. We all make money. We share Martha and the kids. We all make love." Peering at her intently, he added, with a lewd grin, "You gonna be part of the group?"
"I'll think about it."
"Good. Now watch this!" He grabbed Sherri by the hair and pulled her erect. He eased her into a floating position on her back. Sliding in between her outstretched legs, he aimed his cock directly at her golden-haired pussy. The water was just shallow enough for his cock to be in line with the floating girl. "Ready, you fucking little bitch?" he chortled, teasing his cockhead to her wet pussy.
Sherri giggled. "I'm ready, you big fat bastard. Shove it in. C'mon, fuck me good."
Burt shoved his enormous cock into the tiny crack. It slid in rather easily, since Burt had been tapping his crack for a couple of years-ever since he'd married the mother. Sherri had been fourteen and a virgin when he'd deflowered her, and he'd deflowered her many times since.
"C'mon, you big-cocked bastard!" wailed Sherri, wrapping her legs around his big belly and moving her ass back and forth, while splashing a lot of water.
Burt held her by the hips and steered his cock into her twat. "You lovely slut, you're a much better fuck than your mother!"
"Yeah, that's what Timmie says." Sherri grinned and ground her cunt onto his cock.
They were giggling, whimpering and giving with the pleasant insults while fucking in the pool. Evidently they'd done this many times before.
Karen guessed it was part of the fun-and-games Sherri had mentioned. She watched with mixed feelings while the two water nymphs continued fucking, splashing and savoring of each other. From time to time Sherri went under the water, but always came up laughing, spitting out water and fucking like crazy. In and out went the big prick.
Up and down went Sherri, trying not to swallow too much water and still contain Burt's prick in her cunt.
It looked like fun. Karen, despite her aversion to the ugly man, couldn't help but be impressed by his actions and the size of his cock.
It was immense, and he knew how to handle it, even under these unusual conditions. Standing knee deep in the water, he rammed it hard into Sherri's willing pussy. They were both laughing and bouncing around like crazy. Thoroughly enjoying each other.
Finally, Burt wailed, "I'm gonna cum, you little bitch! I'M GONNA CUM----"
"Me, too," whimpered Sherri, humping like mad. "OOOOOOOOH ... AAAAAAAAH ... SOCK IT TO ME, BURT ... SOCK IT TO ME...."
He did. A tremendous load of semen slid into her cunt and dripped back out into the pool when he came again and gain. The two lovers were flailing around like mad. He had pulled Sherri up to his chest and she had her legs wrapped around his butt and was shoving her cunt hard against his spasming cock.
Finally they parted. He could deliver no more. His still dripping, limp cock slid from her sopping wet cunt. The semen came to the top of the water and dissipated. It was over. For the moment. He had been sated.
"That was fun, sugar." He pulled Sherri to him and showered her with kisses. She was now standing in the water, having lost his cock in the shuffle.
"It sure was, Burt." Glancing archly from him to Karen, she murmured, "Want to try Karen on for size now?"
Burt glanced at Karen, then at his limp dong. Sighing, he answered, "You took too much out of me, sugar. Well save her for later. I'm going up to the house to recuperate and get something to eat. It's almost supper time. We'll all eat, then we'll have fun and games."
"Anything you say, Burt." Sherri winked at Karen.
"We'll all meet in the den in about an hour." Burt climbed from the pool, his big, fat, hairy ass swinging in the breeze.
Standing beside the pool, he glanced down. "Make sure you bring Timmie along, too." Having made his arrangements he lumbered off to the house to stock up on some chow, and recharge his batteries.
Karen eyed Sherri who joined her at pool side. "What was that all about?"
Sherri sighed. "You'll see, darling," she breathed, wiping herself with a towel. "You'll see. C'mon, let's go get something to eat, then we'll round up Timmie. The poor kid."
"'The poor kid'? What's that mean?" Despite still being in heat, a strange feeling of dread swept through Karen.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The feeling of dread was still with her when, after eating a meal with Burt in the kitchen, and Sherri getting instructions from her stepfather, they went to Timmie's room. His bedroom door was locked.
"What d'ya want?" His tremulous voice was filled with fear.
"Open the door, Timmie. It's me and Karen."
The door opened a crack. Timmie peered out, then opened the door to admit them. He quickly shut it behind them and locked it.
"What do you want?" He went back to his bed, where he'd been flopped, munching on some sandwiches and drinking a Coke.
"Burt wants us down in the den in an hour." Sherri's voice was firm. "He wants you to get dressed!"
Timmie paled. "No! I won't do it! Tell him I'm not home. Tell him anything, but I'm not going down there!" His voice quavered.
Sherri clucked sympathetically. "You can't tell him you're not home. He saw you at the pool, before you ducked off."
"Well, I'm not going to play games with him. Not tonight. I'll leave. I'll run off." His voice contained an hysterical note.
Sherri sat beside him and placed a sisterly arm about her trembling twin. "I know how you feel. I feel the same way. I hate him as much as you do, but you know the situation. You know we've got to please the fat old bastard. For Mom's sake. For our own future. You know what'll happen if we cross him." She shuddered.
Timmie nodded. "Do I hafta?" He glanced at her beseechingly. "Why don't you and Karen take care of him?"
"He wants us, too. He wants to make this a special night. I guess the sight of Karen turned him on. He's really charged up. So c'mon, get dressed! We'll see you in about an hour."
"Okay." Timmie sighed and lay back on the bed staring glumly at the ceiling.
"What was that all about?" Karen asked when she followed Sherri to her bedroom.
Sherri chuckled nervously. "You'll find out, darling. You're going to be part of the fun and games."
"What fun and games?" Karen felt a surge of anxiety.
"Like I mentioned, Burt's a weirdo. Tonight he's going to be real weird. He gave me instructions about how he wants us. C'mon, in here. We don't have too much time to get ready for him.
Karen followed her cousin into the bathroom. She was filled with misgivings. Timmie had acted scared to death. Now Sherri was acting odd.
Sherri reached into her medicine chest, pulled out her electric shaver and began shaving at her cunt!
Karen stared in amazement. "What're you doing?"
"First thing we've got to do is shave our cunts. No hairs." She kept nipping away with the electric shaver.
"But why?"
"Don't ask so many questions. Just follow my lead. There!" Sherri handed her the electric razor. "Shave your cunt hairs off!" she directed.
Karen, too shocked to argue, began shaving her curly dark cunt hairs. Being only past sixteen, her bush wasn't very full. A cute patch forming a triangle above her tiny crack. A few swipes of the razor and the hairs were gone.
She stared in awe at Sherri, who was now using a safety razor on her cunt.
"We've got to make sure to shave close," Sherri explained. "Here, you can do it better." She put some more lather on her snatch and handed Karen the razor. "Finish the job."
Squatting before her cousin, Karen finished shaving the fringe of golden cunt hairs from Sherri's pretty pussy.
"There. That does it!"
Sherri wiped the excess shaving lotion from her snatch with a towel. She then sprinkled some aftershave lotion on her hands and rubbed it against her shaved cunt. "Gee, that feels good! It tingles!"
Having had her snatch shaven clean, Sherri bent down and lathered Karen's pussy. She shaved it clean and smooth. Then, wiping it with the towel, she slapped some aftershave lotion on it. "That feel good, cousin?" She grinned, and impishly bent down and kissed Karen's clean shaven cunt.
Karen felt herself heating up. "Would you mind telling me what this is all about? Why did we shave ourselves?"
"Burt wants us this way. C'mon, let's go see what we're going to wear."
"We're going to wear something?"
"We sure are." Sherri led the way to her closet. Looking at her wide assortment of clothes, she probed around in the far end of the huge walk-in closet. Picking two mini outfits from the rack, she murmured, "These ought to do the trick." She held them for Karen's inspection.
Karen gulped. "Those are little girl dresses! The kind I wore five, six years ago!"
"Yep." Sherri tossed them on the bed. She rummaged around in her bureau drawer and came up with two pairs of white knee length socks. She tossed them onto the bed, too.
"I haven't worn socks like that since I was ten, or eleven years old!"
"Now you're catching on. C'mere. Sit at the vanity. I'll fix your hair, then you can fix mine."
Karen sat on the vanity stool, peering at herself in the mirror. She was stark naked and she noticed a deep blush on her face. A twinge of excitement was building up inside. All this odd maneuvering just to get ready for Burt.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Putting your hair in pigtails!" Sherri combed, brushed and arranged the long brown hair to her liking.
"But I haven't ... !" Karen didn't finish the sentence.
"' ... worn my hair in pigtails since I was eleven, or twelve,' " finished Sherri with a chuckle. "Now you're catching on."
"Burt wants you and me to look like twelve-year-old kids?"
"Exactly."
"And Timmie?"
"You'll see." Sherri sighed. "The poor kid. I feel sorry for him."
"Oh?" Karen frowned. "Maybe we should all take off and leave? Forget about Burt? Go to a movie, or something? I'm scared."
"Me, too, and I've been through it before with Burt. You never know what the crazy bastard'll think of next." Sherri expertly slid rubber bands around Karen's pigtails.
"Then why do we have to go through with it?" She crinkled her nose at her reflection in the mirror. She looked like a twelve-year-old moppet Small, rounded face, hazel eyes, creamy complexion and long pigtails like a small child.
"Whatever Burtie wants, he gets," quoted .Sherri. "And if Burt doesn't get what he wants, well all get nothing, and that includes your Dad. Now, no more mutiny in the ranks. We give him exactly what he wants. We do exactly what he tells us to do, no arguments, no fuss. That clear?"
Karen's rebellion died. She felt like Alice in Wonderland. But she knew she couldn't let her daddy down. Not after he'd been so nice to her. His future, maybe even her future depended on her being nice to kooky Burt. "Okay, I'll do anything he wants."
Bending down, Sherri kissed her tenderly. "And that includes anything, darling. He's weird. Don't fight him. Just go along with him, no matter what. He likes you. You've really turned him on. Now, c'mon, change places. Put my hair in pigtails. We don't have too much time. He hates to be kept waiting. And we'll probably have to finish Timmie. He's probably still in his room pouting."
The girls changed places. Karen expertly put Sherri's lovely blonde hair in pigtails. She hadn't done pigtails in a long time, but the magic touch was still there. She stroked, brushed, pulled the hair back and used rubber bands. Before long, she had her pretty cousin looking like an adorable pig tailed, blue eyed moppet.
They stared at each other's reflections in the mirror and burst out laughing.
"We look like a couple of tiny tots. Pre-teens!" Karen giggled.
"We'll look even funnier when we put these clothes on." Sherri reached for the blue colored minidress and slid it on.
"Aren't you going to put anything else on?" Karen gawked.
"Sure. My knee socks." Sitting on the bed, Sherri slid on the white knee length socks, and slipped into a pair of flats. Pirouetting, she giggled, "How do I look, cousin?"
"Like a twelve-year-old brat!" Karen eyed her. The mini dress barely covered Sherri's shaven cunt. When she whirled around the dress billowed upward, showing off a goodly portion of Sherri's bare butt. An intriguing sight. A pretty sight if anyone was interested in twelve year old girls.
"C'mon, slide into your outfit."
Karen did. She felt foolish. She peered at herself in the full length mirror. She, too, looked like a twelve year old girl. A pretty, brown-haired, hazel eyed beauty in a skimpy green colored mini dress that barely hid her bareness. When she twirled around her hairless pussy and bare butt came into full view. She had on knee length white socks and flats like Sherri.
"Burt wants us to dress like this?"
"Those were his instructions. C'mon, let's go see how Timmie is making out."
The two little lovelies went to Timmie's room. Without knocking, Sherri pushed open the door. They entered.
Karen stood in the doorway. Shock waves engulfed her!
Timmie-or was it Timmie?-stood before a full length mirror, admiring his get up. And what a get up!
Timmie was dressed in an evening gown! He had makeup on his face. His long blond hair was carefully brushed to his shoulders.
Turning to them, he asked, "How do I look." In addition to having assumed girlish attire, he had also assumed a girlish voice. A sultry, throaty voice.
Regarding him quizzically, Sherri chuckled. "You look like a goddamned fag!" Stepping over, she lifted the evening gown. "You put on pantyhose? And bra?"
He nodded, his face red. "Yeah, damn it, and s'help me, this'll be the last time I do this for that fat bastard!" His voice was normal at the moment. "Next time I see him coming, I'm taking off no matter what."
"Okay. Okay." Sherri eyed him with a practiced eye. "Let's see if you've covered everything." She peered intently and nodded. "You did a pretty good job on the makeup. Just the right amount of eye shadow, and lipstick and rouge. Yeah, you look like a cheap whore. Just the way he wants you. You'll do." Sherri sucked in a deep breath, glanced at her watch and said, "Let's go face the monster!"
Silently and with troubled thoughts, the three teenagers left Timmie's room, went along the carpeted hallways and down to the den to await their fate. Each was busy with their troubled thoughts and each probably wished they could be elsewhere at this moment.
They dreaded facing Burt. Two of them because they'd faced him in the past. The other, because it was an unknown terror. Silently they stepped into the den. Timmie and Sherri headed for the bar and for a drink to fortify themselves for the ordeal. Karen meekly followed and accepted the preferred drink.
After fortifying themselves with drinks, Sherri turned to Karen and said, "Help me fix up this hide-a-bed." Reaching down, she pulled at the handle. The couch was quickly converted into a bed. Sherri and Karen quickly arranged the sheets and covers and pillows.
Next, Sherri arranged an armless lounge chair close to the bed. It was a comfortable, stuffed chair that could be positioned up or down, but had no arms. "There, that's about right for his majesty!" she quipped. She then went over and turned on the stereo. Soft, sweet schmaltzy music. "That ought to get the bastard into the mood."
Karen, sitting on a bar stool gawked around the den. The lights were on. The music was soft. The bed was made. The easy chair in position and the bar was loaded with drinks and mixes. "What're we setting up for? A party?"
Timmie, sitting next to her and downing a few drinks, shuddered. "You'll see, cousin." His voice contained and edge of fear. At the moment, dressed in the full length blue evening gown and with makeup on his face, Timmie looked like a beautiful blonde girl. At the moment he looked even prettier than his twin sister who was bouncing her clearly visible ass around getting things ready for Burt.
"Oh-oh!" moaned Timmie, peering over the rim of his glass, "Here he comes!"
Karen whirled around. For the second time this evening she was shocked. The first shock was seeing Timmie in drag. This new shock was even more pronounced.
Burt was in leather!
At least part of him was covered in shiny black leather items. He had on knee length, shiny black riding boots. Slung across his broad, hairy shoulders was a shiny, partial vest, open at the front to show his chest, and held in place with a leather thong. Flung across his vest and shoulders was a leather cape, tied at his throat with a leather thong. A narrow leather band was around his forehead. The rest of Burt was naked. His big stomach, his huge asscheeks and his thighs were bare. His fat dong, surrounded with a mass of black hair, was dangling before him.
In his hand, Burt carried a leather whip!
It was a short riding crop with a long, snakelike thong and a knot on the end.
Standing majestically in the doorway, he peered around and leered at his love slaves. Then with a flourish, he brought the whip forward and with a flick of his right wrist, he snapped it several times. Crack! Crack! The sound of the whip echoed in the room like a crack of doom. A cruel smile came to his fat face as he cracked the whip. "Okay, slaves! The king is here. Bow down!"
Karen stared in shocked surprise, too stunned to move. She saw Sherri and Timmie quickly kneel down and grovel before the odd-looking leather freak. She continued sitting on her bar stool.
Crack!
The whip nipped her on the thigh. A stinging nip, barely touching her creamy skin. Just enough to sting her. Burt obviously was an expert with the whip.
"Down on your knees, slave!" he roared, his eyes alight with an odd gleam. Burt had taken a few more drags on his joints while getting primed for this evening. He was on a high note.
Karen almost fell off the stool in her hast to get down. The nip from the whip had raised a slight welt on her thigh and still stung.
With a fiendish gleam in his eyes, Burt ordered, "Turn around!"
The teenager trio quickly turned their asses to him.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Three sweeps of the whip and three teen aged asses were nipped with stinging blows. Three more cracks and the other three asscheeks were stung. Tiny red welts were visible on the bare asses of the two girls. Timmie's ass being covered by the gown, his welts didn't show.
"Up, slaves!" snapped Burt.
The trio got to their feet and stood before him meekly, heads hanging humbly low.
"Just so we understand who's calling the shots," mumbled Burt, thickly. "Anyone steps out of line or disobeys my orders, gets this!" He snapped the whip furiously in the air, making sounds like a machine gun.
He stepped to the bar and poured himself a double shot. Holding it in his hand, he motioned for the two girls to get on the bed and lay down and spread their legs.
Sherri instantly did his bedding. Karen followed more slowly. Her heart was pounding. She had an urge to flee. To get away from this crazy monster with the whip.
Peering down at the two little pig tailed girls who were laying on their backs, knees up, legs spread wide, he bent down and touched their shaven cunts. At the moment, minus hair, the two darlings looked like innocent, untouched virgins with their tiny, hairless cracks. He ran his chubby hands around and about on the cut cunts, then smiled approval. "Okay, get up."
He went over and sat on his throne-the armless lounge chair. Leaning back, holding his whip in one hand, and sipping at his drink with the other, he said, "Timmie! Go into your dance!"
"Do I have to?" Timmie seated at the bar, screwing up his courage with a drink, rebelled momentarily.
Crack! The whip sailed across the space and landed on Timmie's thigh cruelly.
"Ouch!" whimpered Timmie, hopping to his feet in pain.
Crack! This time the whip caught his butt. Timmie writhed and moaned in pain and agony, then began pirouetting before the cruel master. Keeping in tune with the music, he slithered and moved across the carpeted floor like a harem dancer. He wiggled his butt. He moved his hands sensuously. He looked the part of a beautiful blonde-haired dancer going through her paces.
Burt leaned back with a satisfied expression and followed the sensuous movements with his glance. He motioned to his other two slaves. The female ones who look like twelve-year-old moppets. "Come to my side and play with me." he muttered.
Karen frowned, but followed the lead of Sherri. She knelt on one side of the slave master. Sherri knelt on the other side.
She beat down the urge to flee. She felt a strange sense of excitement building up inside. This was weird. Far out. A half naked man in leather. A cracking whip. Shiny leather boots, and naked from the knees to his hairy chest. She glanced at his cock. It was limp, but even in repose it was majestic. Sherri had mentioned before that Burt had remarkable control over his cock. He could keep it hard for a long time and do things without cumming, a trick he had learned a long time ago, the method of pacing himself.
She followed Sherri's lead, feeling heat building up inside. Sherri was sitting against Burt's naked thigh playing with his limp dong.
Karen leaned against his other thigh, and, reaching over, she joined Sherri in touching and fondling Burt's cock and balls. She ran her soft white fingers all around his big, hairy thighs and around his asshole. Burt had his legs spread wide to allow his female slaves plenty of room to fondle his cock area.
From the murmurs of content emanating from his fat lips, Karen knew that she and Sherri were doing a pleasing job on their fat master, while he watched the other member of the trio going through the motions of a sensuous dance.
Burt sipped at his drink, pushed forward, spread his legs wider and enjoyed the soft white hands fondling his genital area. He allowed it to stiffen slightly so the girls would enjoy it more. Burt had remarkable control over his prick. He could turn it on or off at will, a trick he had learned while touring the Far East a few years ago.
"Okay, girls, suck it some!" he issued an order.
Sherri instantly complied. Zip! Down she bobbed and wrapped her lovely lips around the lovely cock. Slurp! Slurp! In and out she went until his cock grew bone hard.
Karen, feeling the stiffness, bent down, eased sucking Sherri away, and took the immense monster in her mouth. She almost gagged at the enormity of his cock. It was by far the biggest, fattest cock she'd ever sucked.
The girls took turns sucking. Burt glanced fondly at the bobbing, pig-tailed heads of his pretty slaves while they serviced him. From time to time he reached down and dipped his cock into the glass of whiskey he was drinking, then allowing the girls to suck his whiskey-laden cock. He refilled his glass time and again from the handy bottle at the side of his lounge chair.
He poured liquor on his cock while they sucked it. He splashed whiskey in their faces. Unhurriedly, he allowed the sucking girls to enjoy his whiskey prick. Then, acting on impulse, he called out, "You! Down on your knees! Crawl over here."
A moment of rebellion appeared on Timmie's face, but it quickly dissipated at a warning glance from Sherri. Humbly and trying to force a smile, Timmie got down on hands and knees and crawled toward the cruel despot.
"Suck my cock, you slut!" ordered Burt.
Again a fleeting moment of rebellion. Burt raised the whip warningly.
With a sigh, Timmie eased forward, opened his mouth and began sucking Burt's enormous cock!
The three teenage darlings hovered around the huge cock for several minutes, taking turns sucking it.
Burt leaned back in his chair and stared down at his love slaves, fighting to get sucking time at his big cock. He smiled benignly and patted the bobbing heads. "My little darlings," he murmured, heaving his cock in and out of the suckling mouths while sipping at his drink and toying with his whip.
He allowed them a few more minutes of sucking time, then pushed them away. "Enough. You kids'll have me cumming, and I'm not ready for that!" Burt knew that if he came it would take some of the passion from him. His lust would ebb, and he didn't want that to happen. Not tonight. Especially with that new kid on the block. The brown-haired lovely. Bob's kid, Karen. His initial view of her clean shaven cunt had sent shock waves through him. It had been a long time since he'd seen such a tiny cunt The kid was almost virgin, and with her hair shaved off she looked like a baby girl around the cuntal area, a tiny, tiny, little slit "You! Stand up!" He pointed to Timmie. For some reason, he seemed to be picking on poor Timmie. Karen recalled Sherri's observation before, about how she felt sorry for poor Timmie tonight. Now she was beginning to understand what Sherri had meant.
Timmie stood before his stepfather.
"Take your dress off, slut!" Burt held the whip threateningly.
Timmie unhooked and unzipped from the evening gown, he shimmied and wiggled like a girl getting undressed. Finally he stood before them, clad only in pantyhose and bra!
Karen, who had squatted down on one side of Burt and was gently toying with his cock, gulped in awe. Timmie still looked like a girl. A pretty, blonde-haired girl in pantyhose and bra. The bra he had on was stuffed, and contained lifelike tits. Except for the big bulge in front of him, Timmie looked for all the world like a pretty, two-bit whore in pantyhose and bra. His makeup was flawless. Just the right amount of eye shadow. His already long blond hair was exactly like a girl's. He had on lipstick, earrings, and a necklace. He was smooth-skinned and soft like a girl.
Burt, the hairy bastard, eyed his effeminate-looking stepson with a gleam of disgust. "Bend over, fag!" he ordered.
Timmie obediently bent over.
Burt arose majestically to his feet, shedding his two lovely slaves in the process. Stepping behind Timmie's behind, he eased down the pantyhose. He ogled Timmie's creamy smooth, girl-like buttocks with a good deal of interest.
Snapping his fingers, he said to Sherri, "The Vaseline!"
Sherri hopped over to the bar, slipped behind it and came back with a jar of Vaseline that had been placed there beforehand for just this eventuality.
"Smear some on his asshole!" directed the slave master.
Sherri smeared a goodly portion around, in, and on his bunghole.
"Now some on the end of my prick!"
Sherri dabbed some on the huge, bulbous cockhead. She smiled impishly. "I think he's about ready, sir."
Karen stared goggle-eyed when Burt moved forward. His prick was throbbing and it was huge. At least nine inches long and very, very thick. She shuddered in dismay. Poor Timmie. How was he ever going to accept such a tremendous monster up his asshole?
It wasn't easy!
Timmie moaned, whimpered and thrashed about while Burt relentlessly moved forward with his huge, solid cock. Time and again he slapped Timmie on the butt. "Stop whimpering, you slut! Stand still while I ream your asshole. Stop squirming!" Slap! Slap! With each slap, Burt shoved more cock into the unwilling asshole.
Soon he had it all the way in. Sweating profusely, he pounded his cock into the squirming asshole of his step son. "There, you fucking fag," he mumbled, digging it in savagely, "it's in. Enjoy it!"
"Yes, sir," mumbled Timmie, trying to enjoy. The searing pain was still with him, but gradually the pain ebbed and the pleasure began. The huge prick was now thoroughly lubricated by Timmie's own shit, and the ingress no longer caused excruciating pain to shoot through his asshole.
For the first time since his arrival in the den, Timmie began to show an interest and a pleasure in the proceedings. "It feels good! It's nice! C'mon, you big-cocked bastard! Fuck my ass! FUCK MY ASS!" He screamed and whimpered in pleasure while wiggling his ass.
Burt pulled his shitty cock out of the pleasured asshole, spun Timmie around and rammed the shitty stick into his sucking mouth.
Timmie eagerly and happily sucked the stinky cock. Timmie's fears, dreads and misgivings were now gone. He was a happy, contented love slave, willing to do anything to get cocked by that lovely prick.
Seeing that he had his male slave under his spell, Burt broke off the action.
Turning to Karen, he pointed a finger and snapped, "You're next! Bend over!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Karen's initial reaction to his bizarre request was to almost faint. She suddenly felt weak and giddy while crouching against the lounge chair he'd vacated. She was still beside it, watching the unfolding tableau with unbelieving eyes.
Shaking her head, and eyes wide in fright, she murmured, "No! Please don't ask me to do that!"
Picking up the whip he'd dropped during his anal intercourse with Timmie, Burt moved toward her.
Crack! The whip caught her on the asscheek. She jumped a foot off the ground and wailed in pain and anguish.
Crack! The other asscheek received a stinging blow, another red welt-now a red welt on each white cheek. Standing before her sternly, his dark eyes aglow with lust, anger, and crazy glints, he raised the whip again. "Did I hear you say no?"
"I-...." Karen peered from Sherri to Timmie for help. They both eyed her casually and shrugged. It's your problem, baby, they both seemed to be saying.
Burt raised the whip threateningly again, a cruel smile at the corners of his mouth. "Well?"
Karen bared her butt and nodded. "It'll ... try ... to ... do ... it...." she whimpered. "But if it hurts too much, please take it out? Please?" Again she felt faint and dizzy.
Burt relaxed. The crazed gleam ebbed from his eyes. He wet his lips and eyed the merchandise. This was the prettiest butt he'd ever ogled. So firm. So cute. So tender and white, except for the two welts where the whip had landed.
He eased her to the bed and positioned her on her knees with butt over the edge. This brought her asshole right in line with his throbbing prick. He knelt behind her behind and touched the tiny, puckered brownish hole reverently. "This is the prettiest asshole I've ever kissed!" Suiting action to words, he kissed it again and again. He tongue lashed it for a long time. He eased his tongue and fingers in and out. He soon had it nice and gooey. He licked her shit chute and sucked in for more and more and more....
Finally he had it ready for fucking. Gazing owlishly at the tiny, tender asshole, he motioned for Timmie to get in front of her.
"Let her suck your cock while I fuck 'er ass. That'll muffle some of her cries of pain."
Timmie eagerly slid from his pantyhose. He knelt before Karen and held his cock for her to suck.
Karen eased forward and took his big boy-cock into her mouth. Heat waves engulfed her. This was an added bonus and might take the sting out of the asshole reaming-she hoped. Eagerly and contentedly she sucked Timmie's cock. He sure had a big cock for being such a young boy. His cock was almost as large as Burt's and a trifle larger than her Daddy's.
In and out she worked on his cock while Burt worked on her ass. She could feel him fumbling around back there and feel Sherri smearing on some Vaseline.
She felt Burt's huge cockhead touching against her asshole. She whimpered and moaned when he struggled to ease it in to the tiny hole. She almost bit Timmie's cock when the huge cockhead finally slid into her bunghole. She screamed in pain and anguish. "IT'S TOO BIG-G-G! It hurts! It's killing meeee!" She was no longer interested in sucking a cock, she was only interested in getting away from the rear invasion of the monstrous shaft that seemed to be tearing her asshole apart.
Despite the Vaseline, the pain was excruciating and unbearable. The cock was far too big for her tiny bunghole. She whimpered, moaned, and flailed about, trying to get away. Timmie had a tight hold on her head. He was trying to steer his cock back into her screaming mouth. "Stop screaming," he yelped, pushing his cock toward her mouth.
"It hurts! IT HURTS! It's killing me! It's tearing my asshole apart!" Karen wiggled, moaned and expressed her feelings in no certain terms.
Burt sweated, pushed, and tried controlling the wiggling ass. He was being assisted by Sherri who was trying to hold her friend in place for the ass-fucking.
Timmie, at the front end, slapped Karen across the face with his prick a few times. He finally got it back into her mouth. "Suck it, you bit-ch!" he roared, shoving in deeper and deeper.
Karen gurgled and tried to dislodge the prick from her asshole and the one from her mouth. She was unsuccessful in both areas. Burt, had a tight hold on her lips, and assisted by Sherri, he had managed to get her to hold still. In and out. He rammed his enormous cock into her battered, shitty, shit chute. He was tearing it asunder, but didn't stop.
Timmie, now that he had his cock back into her mouth, was pushing it in deeper and deeper and holding her roughly by the ears so she couldn't get away.
Karen, being brutalized at both ends gurgled, whimpered and tried desperately to dislodge the cocks.
A futile effort on her part. She was outnumbered, outweighed and out maneuvered.
In and out, the big cock battered her asshole.
In and out, the big cock battered her mouth.
Her whimpers turned to moans. Her moans turned to sobs.
The sobs began to turn to wails of pleasure when she relaxed, having relaxed and accepted her fate, she soon began to realize that what she was getting wasn't bad at all. It was a pleasure, in fact. The searing pain in her asshole receded. The lubricating shit had eased the pain of the digging shaft. With each shove of the monstrous prick into her tiny asshole, she began to sense a change. The pain was gone!
She relaxed all the more and stopped fighting it. Sherri released the struggling wildcat and stepped away to let the two pricks take over. She had a smile on her face. She knew what her cousin was going through. She had gone this route before. The first time had been terrifying.
Bending down, she kissed her terrified friend. "You okay, cousin?" she asked Karen who was happily sucking Timmie's prick.
Karen nodded and winked lewdly.
Burt, seeing he had his reluctant slave under complete control, pounded his cock into the bruised and battered shit chute a few more times, then he pulled out. Even with his iron will and ability not to come, he knew he couldn't take much more of this tight ass without unloading. It had been a viselike grip on his thick cock. Like he had figured, it was the smallest, tightest asshole he'd ever reamed.
Reluctantly he pulled his shitty cock out of the shit chute. Pushing Timmie away, he replaced his shitty cock in Karen's mouth. "Suck it clean," he ordered.
Hot Karen instantly complied.
After getting his cock sucked clean by Karen, the slave master sank back onto his throne and regarded his teenaged delights. He smiled approval. They had serviced him well. He let his lust and passion ebb. From past experience, Burt knew he couldn't cum too many times in one night. His age was beginning to tell. At thirty-eight he wasn't the man he'd been ten or fifteen years ago. He had to pace himself. He had already cum once in Sherri in the pool. His normal quota would be some two or three more cums at the most for the night.
He wanted this session to last for a long time. He gathered trembling Karen to his embrace. Holding her on his ample lap, he showered her with kisses. "You lovely thing," he murmured, running his hands up and down her creamy white body, so much of which was visible under the small-girl dress she was wearing.
Turning her around on his lap, he eased her cunt up to his face. Gently he touched the tiny, hairless crack. "It's just like a baby's," he murmured, in reverent awe. "Such a tiny crack." He pushed a finger inward and touched the clitty button. Tenderly and gently he ran his fingers around her cunt and asshole. "Lovely! Lovely!" Bending forward, he kissed her tiny cunt. He licked it. He swabbed it with his big tongue.
He eased her around until she was facing downward. He was leaning back on his throne and he pulled her down until he was face to face with her tiny cunt. In and out he snaked his tongue. He sucked the tasty morsel. He licked her tiny asshole. He ran his tongue up and down her thighs.
Karen shuddered and moaned in delight while he sucked at her cunt. She held her hands on his knees and eased down. His throbbing prick was directly in line with her mouth. Without hesitation, she drew the big cock that had so brutally assaulted her asshole a few minutes ago into her mouth and began sucking it. She gagged and almost threw up when the huge rod slid far down her throat.
Her mouth was stretched wide to accept the monstrous cock, and her cheeks billowed in and out while she serviced him. It was by far the biggest cock she'd ever handled. It was almost too big for her to suck, but she persevered. This was wild. Great. It made her forget the pain in her ass. Now that he was kissing and sucking her asshole, the pain was long gone.
Everything was sheer pleasure. Her fear of the big, nasty bastard began to ebb. Anyone with a cock this big couldn't be all bad. She redoubled her efforts to make him cum. She wasn't quite sure what she'd do if he did, but she'd give it a try. She wiggled her butt harder and crushed her pussy onto his mouth. She fondled his big, hairy, swinging balls and sucked contentedly at his huge dong.
She tightened her pressure on the prick and felt it grow even harder in her mouth. She was becoming quite adept at cocksucking. She kissed the cockhead. She licked it along the sides. She drew the entire length into her mouth. She let it drift halfway out, and nipped at the cockhead while sucking the shaft.
She could feel him beginning to tense and redoubled her efforts. She had him! He was about to cum in her mouth, and she was about to cum in his-double-header!
Burt, sinking his lips deeply into the adorable twat, felt himself building to a climax. For a fleeting moment, he almost succumbed to the temptation to fill this pretty face with cum. It was by far the prettiest face he'd ever fucked.
The temptation passed. His will-power took hold. He uncoupled his sucking mouth from the pretty cunt. At the same moment he pulled his throbbing cock from her throbbing mouth. "Easy! I don't want to cum!" Gently he deposited his pig-tailed darling back onto the floor beside his throne.
"Pour me a drink!" he ordered, leaning back and relaxing and watching his throbbing cock which seemed to be almost cuming. With great will power he allowed his surging cock to dwindle down to a limpness while he sipped at the drink Sherri had handed him.
"That was close," he murmured, reaching down and scratching at the tiny snatch he'd almost sucked dry. Crinkling his nose at Karen, he explained, "I'm not ready to cum yet. I'm saving it. Once I cum, I'm done for a while. I want this session to last a long time."
"I understand." She nuzzled against his boots and peered upward. She was his complete slave. She'd do anything for him. Anything that would bring her in contact with that adorable prick.
"How 'bout if you two kids entertain me awhile?" He inclined his head at Sherri and Karen, then nodded toward the bed.
Sherri smiled and hopped to her feet. "C'mon, Cousin!" She helped Karen to her feet. Hand in hand the two little pig tailed darlings headed for the bed. Their little-girl dresses swishing in the breeze, revealing the tiny buttocks and the hairless cunts.
They appeared to be two little twelve-year-old darlings who were about to entertain their lord and master. A lovely, bubbly, pig-tailed blonde moppet. A lovely, reformed, prudish brunette, pig-tailed moppet.
Two tiny, hairless pussies, primed and ready for lapping.
Sherri began lapping the brunette's pussy!
Karen began lapping the bubbly blonde's pussy.
Burt leaned forward to better watch the cunt lapping action.
Timmie, still sulking and licking his wounds, went to the bar, poured himself a drink and, sitting down on a bar stool, stared at the lovely scene. His asshole still ached from the reaming it had taken. His pride was still wounded from playing the part of a fag. The phony tits and bra he was still wearing itched. Timmie, a proud young lad, didn't like being debased by a weirdo stepfather. His feelings, being that of a virile young man, were entirely different than those of his twin sister and the kooky cousin, Karen. Girls could cope with a screwball like Burt simply because the bastard had a big prick.
Big pricks didn't interest Timmie too much. He was more interested in tiny twats. Like the one between the legs of the brown-haired darling. His interest perked up, along with his prick, while he watched his sister and Karen have a go at each other.
The two teenaged darlings savored of each other. Their little tongues darted into little twats, in and out, their little tongues darted into little assholes.
They kissed. They hugged. They touched. They fondled. In the process they discarded the dresses and now stark naked, they entertained each other-and the male onlookers. Gently they fondled each other's titties. Gently they nipped, sucked and squeezed tits. They gave each other a marvelous lesbian licking. Unhurriedly they savored of each other, locked in fond embrace. Again and again they had inners climaxes and spasms.
Burt, watching the action with approval and allowed his inner urge to cum abate, moved around. The sight of the two squirming lovelies upon each other off had aroused him again.
"You, slut!" He wiggled a finger at Timmie. "Come here!"
Timmie, who'd been viewing the scene with rapture, frowned. A moment of rebellion welled inside but was quickly squelched. Obediently he got to his feet and stepped over to his tormentor. He felt kind of stupid the way he looked. Naked, except for the phony tits and bra. His face made up to look like a girl's, but his prick was before him-bone hard.
Stepping to the bed, Burt separated the two lovelies. He pried the suckling mouths away from the fucking cunts. He positioned his group the way he wanted them for his next maneuver. Burt liked to experiment.
He laid Sherri flat on her back, knees raised, legs spread wide, cunt exposed, head near the headboard.
He bent Karen over on her hands and knees. "You suck her cunt!" he ordered.
Karen quickly and willingly obliged. She went back to the cunt she'd eating and voraciously dipped in again. Her ass was wiggling in the breeze.
Burt eyed his love slaves. "Good!" Motioning to Timmie, he said, "You kneel behind Karen's behind and shove your cock up her asshole."
Timmie's frown disappeared. Grinning happily, he complied with the request. He had been yearning to do just this ever since he'd seen Burt do it a short time ago. Crawling up to her cute behind, he shoved his huge cock into her tiny asshole.
Karen whimpered and moaned at the anal invasion. It hurt for a moment, but the reaming she'd received from Burt a short time ago, prepared her butt for future assaults. She accepted it with a few murmurs of discontent and whimpers of pain and anguish, then quickly adjusted.
She wiggled her ass to accept Timmie's cock. At the same time she wiggled her tongue to lick Sherri's cunt. A lovely arrangement.
Burt, the mastermind of the group, eyed his scene with approval, then he got behind Timmie's behind and with a whimper of delight, he rammed his huge cock far up into Timmie's asshole!
The love chain was complete!
Sherri, lying on her back, getting her cunt sucked; Karen, sucking Sherri's cunt and getting her ass fucked; Timmie, fucking Karen's ass, getting his own asshole fucked.
Whimpers of delight. Moans of happiness. Gentle slaps. Love taps. A buoyant, lovely group deeply immersed in each other and each, in turn, savoring a moment of love.
Burt, the ringmaster of the fucking group, urged caution so as not to dislodge cocks, or tongues. He deliberately slowed the action so as not to come too quick. Burt, knowing his own capabilities wanted no parts of a bang, bang type of action. Burt, the horny bastard wanted to savor of his three teenaged darlings.
After a few prods into Timmie's shit chute, he slapped him and called out, "Break off the action, kids. Let's switch around."
Reluctantly Karen withdrew her mouth from Sherri's tasty twat. Reluctantly Timmie withdrew his shitty cock from Karen's shit chute. Reluctantly Burt withdrew his cock from Timmie's bunghole.
Burt stood beside the bed eyed his teenaged slaves. He stroked his chin thoughtfully, then smiled lewdly. There were countless combinations they could try. They had all night.
Making up his mind, he announced, "All three of you kneel on the bed, asses facing out. you, Timmie, in the middle."
The girls, and girl-like boy arranged themselves to his liking, kneeling on the edges of the bed with fannies out. Three lovely asses wiggling enticingly before their fat, hairy slave master.
Burt regarded the cute asses with a lewd gleam in his eyes. To him, this was paradise. Two seventeen year old darlings and one not yet seventeen. Lovely, creamy, rounded bodies; smooth, flawless and pink white. Bending down, he sniffed and inspected the asshole. They were adorable. So cute. So hairless. Nice puckered little assholes with pleasant shitty odors from having been reamed again and again by his huge dong.
He kissed the assholes. He finger fucked them. He gently ran his palms around and about on the curvy cheeks.
Unhurriedly he sampled each in turn with his throbbing prick. The recipients moaned, whimpered and sobbed in pleasure when he bung-holed them. Then, reaching around Timmie's hip, he felt of the boy's hard-on.
An impish gleam in his eyes, he issued another order, "You! Change places with me!"
Timmie backed away from the bed and stood erect, as was his cock.
Burt quickly knelt on the vacated spot. "Go on, boy. Fuck asses!"
Timmie stared rapturously. Three wiggling fannies, two of them so soft, smooth and creamy. The other a big, fat hairy one with a wild-looking asshole. He shuddered with dismay intermingled with awe. In all these sessions he'd had before with his stepfather, he never could figure out what the fat bastard would think up next. This was an entirely new wrinkle.
He manfully bent to his task. Karen was to the left of Burt. He quickly and easily got his cock into her asshole.
"Just a few shots into each!" warned Burt who was peering around his behind to see how his prot�g� was doing.
Timmie nodded, then burrowed his cock into his sister's bunghole. Again it was easy.
Next he paused behind Burt's behind. A sickening feeling gripped him. This asshole was a revolting sight. Hairy, puckered and ugly. "Should I use some Vaseline, Burt?"
"Yeah, a few dabs." Burt didn't often allow himself to be bung-holed. Just when he was feeling high, and on rare occasions like tonight, when the sight of beautiful Karen had turned him on.
Timmie dabbed some gook on the puckered asshole and some on his throbbing prick. He then moved forward. After a bit of a struggle his cock slid into the big, fat ass. Cruelly and with relish, he pounded the shit out of his tormentor. With a fiendish gleam in his baby-blue eyes, he fucked the asshole of the man who'd been so mean to him for years, ever since he was fifteen.
Burt had moved in after marrying Martha and had included him and Sherri as part of the package deal in the fucking department. Timmie's asshole had been reamed time and again by this weirdo, and he'd had to suck the guy's cock more times than he cared to remember. He figured that he and sis had catered to this guy's cock far more than their mother had-even after the divorce was started.
Now, for the first time, Timmie was getting a chance to revenge himself for all the indignities he'd suffered at the hands and the prick of this gruesome bastard. He had been shocked that Burt had offered his asshole for reaming. He had never done this before. Timmie reasoned it was because the sight of Karen had worked Burt up so much.
"Take that, you bastard!" he growled, pounding his big cock into the fat ass savagely. "And that! And that! You big, fat slob. You bastard! You weirdo!" Timmie pulled all the stops in his insults and gave vent to his inner feelings and hostilities. Feelings he'd kept under wraps these past couple of years because of his fear of his stepfather and because the fat one controlled the purse strings.
Now, being behind the fat behind and having the upper hand, he gave vent to his anger and lust.
Fiendishly he vented his spite and suppressed emotions. Slapping hard at the hairy asscheeks, he pounded cock into bunghole. "C'mon, lard-ass!" he screamed. "MOVE IT! Move that fat ass, you queer fag." He began calling Burt some of the names the guy used on him when he brutalized him. Now the tables were turned. Timmie was brutalizing his step father and he was enjoying every minute of it!
Caught up in the frenzy of getting his ass fucked and enjoying it, Burt moaned, wiggled and pushed his ass back and forth for more pounding. "KAREN!" he yelped, between moans, "Crawl up under me and suck me off while this bastard fucks my ass!"
Karen edged around under the flabby man. Crawling forward on her stomach, she eased her face forward and reaching out with her hand she gathered his wildly swaying cock into her hand. Steadying it-and herself-she began sucking his hard purple cock.
The sight heated Timmie all the more. He pounded more furiously into the fat ass and moaned and whimpered like a fiend.
Burt frenziedly moved his ass back and forth to accept the huge prick in his asshole. At the same time he continued shoving his hard-on into lovely Karen's mouth.
Sherri, not to be left out, spread Karen's legs apart and eased forward to suck Karen's cunt. Since Karen was laying on her stomach while sucking the cock, it was a difficult assignment for the blonde teenager, but she managed to lap at the hairless cunt and nip at the asshole. At the same time she masturbated herself.
The frenzied group reached for a climax. This time there was no way of breaking off the action. No way. Timmie was the first to unload. "Take THAT, you fat bastard!" he screamed, pounding his solid cock into the fat man's asshole. "And that, you lard-ass! You ugly sonuvabitch!" He pulled all the stops in his insults and his savagery. He ground his cock as far as he could into the chubby ass.
Burt ignored the implied insults. He was too far gone in lust and passion to be bothered by small talk. He was enjoying the feel of the cock in asshole. He was enjoying even more, pushing his cock into the pretty kid's mouth while his asshole was being reamed. His control deserted him. He couldn't hold back. "Take THAT, you pretty slut! and THAT!" While his asshole was filling up with Timmie cum, he was unloading Burt cum into Karen's eager mouth.
Karen choked, gagged and gurgled when the hot, sticky, tangy gook filled her mouth. She swallowed the gook and sucked for more. She swallowed another load, then another, and another....
She spasmed internally while swallowing the gook from Burt's squirting hose.
Sherri eagerly shoved her tongue far into Karen's spasming pussy in hopes of capturing some of the creamy nectar her cousin was unloading. At the same time she was making herself cum with fingers in her cunt. The frenzied group thrashed around, whimpering, moaning and aiming!
At last it was over. Timmie backed away. His shitty cock hung limp and dejected.
Burt wobbled from the bed. His cock was limp and dejected.
The two pig-tailed darlings sat up on the bed, peering intently at the pussy-whipped males. They were still ready, willing, and able for more action.
Staggering to the bar, Burt poured himself a drink. He looked wan and beat. No longer the majestic figure of slave master. He now looked the part of a tired, chubby old man. Squaring his shoulders and forcing a wan smile he staggered from the room, retrieving his whip en-route. "You kids stick around," he mumbled, "I'll be back."
The kids nodded, then, when he'd left the room, they eyed each other, contented looks on their faces.
"He's sure crapped out," observed Sherri, bouncing from the bed and heading for the bar for a drink.
"Serves him right," growled Timmie, thrusting his chest out proudly. "The old bastard deserved what he got!" His cock was still sore from the savagery of his attack on Burt's asshole. Timmie figured it was well worth it. It was the first time he'd ever had a chance to hurt his hated step father. He wiggled back into his pantyhose and evening gown, went to the bar and poured himself a stiff drink. No matter what else would happen this night, he was proud of what he'd done.
Karen slowly joined them at the bar and accepted a drink. The moments of bliss and excitement was ebbing. "Do you think he'll come back?" She slid into her little girl dress.
Sherri, sliding into her little garment, nodded. "Yeah, he'll be back, but what happens then, I'm not sure. I never saw him so bushed. He's usually good for about two cums a night. He's already had his quota." She giggled.
The nervous trio hung around the den awaiting the return of their lord and master. Timmie went to the kitchen and rounded up some snacks. They turned on the stereo and listened to some rock and soul music while awaiting their fate.
Not one of them entertained the thought of leaving. Burt had ordered them to stay. Burt was calling the shots. Burt the weirdo. One thing sure about the fat bastard: he'd always come up with the unexpected.
Hearing a sound at the doorway, the trio swung around.
Burt had returned!
Karen, who'd been shocked by his previous entrance into the den, figured she was shock proof. That nothing he would do would cause her surprise. When she ogled him, standing in the doorway, regarding them with a smile, she realized how wrong she could be.
Burt was full of surprises.
CHAPTER NINE
Karen recalled how shocked and surprised she'd been before when he had entered the room, dressed like a leather freak, with the exception of his midsection which had been bare.
Now he couldn't have been more totally different in appearance. He was fully dressed from head to toe. He was wearing a tuxedo! Complete with tails, white shirt, jeweled cufflinks, shiny black shoes and a top hat!
Discarded was his leather whip. His hands were encases in white gloves. He was a typical gentleman of the evening in top hat and tails!
Burt stood in the doorway enjoying their surprise. His dark, beady eyes were alight with a strange gleam, indicating he'd been puffing at a few joints during his short recess. His glance settled on Karen who had gone to his ex-throne and was seated on it, sipping at a drink.
Karen quickly hopped up from his throne, not wishing to offend the master. She crossed over and sat on a bar stool. In the process of sitting on the high stool, her mini dress slid upward giving the man about town an excellent view of her nakedness. She tried hiding her essentials but mere wasn't nearly enough material in the child's dress to adequately cover her lovely thighs and cute butt.
Stepping to the bar, Burt poured himself a double shot. Holding the glass aloft, he inclined his head. "You two! Get lost!" His glance settled on Timmie and Sherri. "I want to spend the rest of the night with my baby!" He raised his glass to his lips in a toast to his "baby," Karen.
Sherri and Timmie quickly departed the scene. "Good night!" they called out.
"Good night." Karen's voice quavered. She wished they'd stayed She felt more secure in their presence. A sort of misery loves company motif, though truthfully, it hadn't been too bad so far. Not nearly as bad as she'd expected. Except for the few cracks on her ass with the whip, there was no visible signs of the brutalizing experience she'd gone through with this oddball. Her reamed-out asshole still hurt some, but not much. Her little pussy was still intact, having been subjected only to some nice tongue-licking and finger-fucking.
She glanced fearfully at the elegantly dressed Burt. He was an oddball in the tuxedo outfit, with his black beard and all. She knew that Burt still maintained a room in the mansion. One of the guest bedrooms was still his. He kept an assortment of clothes and personal things there. He was still like a member of the family. From what data Karen could gather, he always would be even after the divorce was finalized. It seems like out here on the coast, things were different than in the little town where she lived in the east.
Here, people shacked up together. They lived without going through the routine of marriage. Even after divorces, the separated parties remained friends and lovers. All this living in sin and seeing a lot of it right here in her daddy's house bothered her-at first. Now, after being here a few weeks, she was becoming adjusted to it. Not only was she becoming adjusted to it, she was now part of it.
What's more, she had the oddest feeling she wanted to remain part of it. She hoped Daddy would arrange things with Mom so she could stay.
These stray thoughts filtered through her mind while she stared at Burt, who was ogling her as though she were a special treat. Even this chubby bastard would be part of the package deal if she could stay.
The thought intrigued her. He was a terrifying figure, but he had some good points-one in particular-a big cock!
Burt finished his drink. He went over to the stereo and selected some new albums. The hot, zingy rock-and-roll music faded away when he replaced the records with his new choices, some oldies, some old-fashioned standards-the type of music that would fit the mood of a tuxedo dressed man-about-town. Soft, sweet and low. Schmaltzy.
Turning down a few of the glaring lights in the den, he now had a subdued lighting effect and sweet music. "Shall we dance, darling?" He held out his hand.
Suppressing a giggle, Karen nodded. This new mood of the screwball reminded her of an old fashioned musical she'd watched on the late late show, except that the actor in the old musical wasn't a bearded chubby man. He was tall, skinny, and clean shaven.
She melted into his arms and allowed herself to be wafted around the room, while he nuzzled her close and crooned the words of the song being played in her ear. She seldom ever danced. Mom was dead set against dancing of any sort, except maybe an occasional fling at a square dance at her church under proper supervision.
She stumbled a few times and stepped on his toes until she got into the swing of things. He didn't seem to mind. He crushed her lightly against his thick physique, closed his eyes dreamily, sang the words of the song in his low, nice-sounding baritone voice, and seemed lost in a world of his own.
She got caught up in the mood. It was weird. Soft music. Soft lights, slow dancing, nuzzled in the arms of a man old enough to be her father.
And liking it!
"You're the most beautiful girl in the world," he murmured, leading her toward the bed. His eyes were glaze and misty. "A beautiful twelve-year-old darling. I love little girls," he mused, a faraway look in his eyes while he laid her gently on her back on the bed. "I love to fuck twelve, and thirteen year old sweeties. That's the best age, my little baby."
"It is?" Karen entered into the spirit of the game. She was frightened by the odd look in his eyes but encouraged by the sight of the bulging at the front of his tuxedo pants. He was in another world. A dream world, but it seemed to be a gentle place. The whip and leather items had been discarded. Burt was reaching back into his memory. His days of long ago. He was reliving them.
Discarding his high hat, he bent forward and kissed her gently on the lips. "My baby doll," he whispered. "My little baby. My adorable pig-tailed baby." He toyed with her pigtails. He ran his fingers across her smooth forehead and touched her tender lips. Bending down he began licking her face with his big, hot tongue. "I could eat you alive, my baby," he whispered.
The thought frightened her. Eat her? She forced a smile. Humping up her pussy, she suggested, "How 'bout eating this?"
He smiled. "I will. I will. Don't be impatient, darling. We have all night." He ran his tongue all over her face. He dueled with her tongue.
Despite her aversion to getting her face licked as though it were a lollipop, she couldn't help but feel excitement building within.
She relaxed as much as she could. Was he lulling her into a false sense of security? She had seen him before in action with the leather and the whip and brutalizing poor Timmie. She knew he had a cruel streak. At the moment, however, he was as gentle as a lamb. Treating her like a little girl. A twelve year old. A baby.
The guy was a weirdo. A psycho. There was no doubt of that. He was high on pot and liquor. There were odd gleams in his dark, brooding eyes.
She watched, bug-eyed, when he picked up his glass, filled it with liquor from the handy bottle alongside the bed. Taking a few sips from it, he deliberately spilled a few drops of the fiery liquid onto her face!
He swooped down and began licking the liquor he'd spilled. He licked all over her face, neck and shoulders. He then eased her tiny dress from her shoulders and out popped her glorious breasts. He eyed the tender sixteen year old girl's lively titties. "My God!" he murmured reverently. "You sure aren't built like a sixteen-year-old girl. Your tits are more like a twenty-year-old girl's."
Reaching down, he massaged them. He nipped at the nipples. He squeezed and fondled.
Heat waves engulfed her. She smiled hopefully and slid her hands down. He was kneeling astraddle of her slender body. She found his zipper and unzipped. Reaching in, she found his prick. She pulled it out into the open for inspection. It was half hard. She felt it stiffening under her toying hands.
He didn't mind her playing with his cock. He poured some liquor on her lush breasts and began licking the liquor, and the breasts. He poured liquor all over her body and licked it off. He slid her minidress completely off. He stared down in adoration at her hairless pussy. Reverently, he touched the tiny slit.
"A little baby's cunt," he murmured, his voice thick and his eyes filled with strange gleams. The sight of the tiny, hairless cunt caused his already large prick to grow even larger. He eased his hands under Karen's thighs and lifted her legs upward, bending them until her knees were almost touching her face. She was now bent double on the bed, her ass directly in line with his face. Her cute, little twitching twat was within smelling distance of his bulbous nose.
Impishly, Burt poured some of the liquor onto her crack. He spread her cunt lips apart to allow some of the fiery liquid to seep inward.
She moaned slightly when the tart liquid tingled her twat. The moans soon changed to whimpers of delight when he swooped down and began sucking the liquid from her pussy. He was using her cunt as a receptacle for his liquor. He was drinking his whiskey from her cunt--
Burt relished using her cunt and asshole as receptacles for his liquor. Again and again he poured small amounts of the liquid into her cunt and asshole. Again and again he swabbed his tongue in like a dog and lapped it up. In between slurps, he fondled her lush titties and stroked her creamy thighs.
Heat waves engulfed her. She whimpered, moaned and jerked at his huge cock. "C'mon, you big-cocked bastard!" she wailed, pulling at his dong, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME. I'm so damned hot!"
Burt ignored her pleas for action. He knew his limitations. He was pacing himself. He was in no rush. This brunette baby was the prettiest girl he'd had in a long time. He savored of every minute of his tasty tidbit. He lapped at her cunt, her asshole, and her breasts. He was hitting a new high.
Finally he broke off the liquor licking action. Standing beside the bed, he slowly undressed. From a tuxedo clad playboy, he soon turned into a naked, chubby, hairy man with a massive hard-on. He flopped onto his back on the bed, handed her the glass and bottle of whiskey and murmured, "Your turn, Baby Doll. Do me like I did you."
Dazedly, Karen accepted the liquor. She sat astraddle of the big man. She felt his big cock bouncing against her backside. She poured some liquor onto his face. She began licking the liquor-and his face!
The momentary feelings of revulsion gave way to titillation and excitement. This was weird! This was fun. She poured some liquor onto his fat titties. He was so chubby his breasts were almost as large as hers when he cupped them upward. She sucked at his nipples, and lapped the booze. Along with getting hot, she was getting tipsy. She'd partaken of more liquor tonight than ever before in her life. She was beginning to feel the effects.
En-route downward, she felt an almost overpowering urge to slide his cock into her cunt since the cockhead was tensed against her pussy. She beat down the urge. He had given his orders. Do unto him as he had done unto her. She'd had samples of his viciousness and cruelty before. She didn't want to cross him, or stir up his anger. Sherri had warned her to do exactly what he said. No questions. No deviations.
She humped herself up over the peg and slid down his hairy legs with her thighs. She next lifted his legs upward like he'd done to her. She pushed his huge, piano like legs upward toward his face while she nestled at his rear. The sight was revolting. His big, fat, hairy ass with the large swinging, hairy balls were directly in her line of vision while she struggled to get the man bent double.
He wasn't very supple, like her. His beer belly was in the way. She tried getting him into a bicycle-riding position, but succeeded only in getting his legs partway up. He was grunting and groaning and trying to get his ass up far enough.
Cupping his hands under his fat asscheeks, he moaned, "That's as far as I can bend. Get with it. I can't hold this pose too long."
Karen knelt before his raised rear end. She poured some liquor on his balls and asshole. Bending down, she began licking at the liquid and the balls and asshole. The combination was disgusting-at first. He was all sweaty and smelly from the exertions he'd had so far.
She dipped his dip stick into the glass and quickly licked it. Again and again she poured liquor over the fat slob and again and again she lapped the liquid and the fat slob. He rolled onto his back, spread his legs wide and offered his big, fat, hairy ass as a receptacle. Karen poured liquor all over his ass and into his asshole and lapped, licked, and sucked.
Forgotten were all her qualms and misgivings as she worked on the hairy bastard. She was in heat; whimpering and moaning. He joined her in the liquor-licking game. They spilled liquor all over each other and the bed. They seeped and wallowed in liquor and in each other! She licked him all over; his asshole, his cock, his balls, his chubby titties. He lapped her all over; her cunt, her asshole, her titties.
Then he was on top. Like a huge, towering, bearded monster, he was atop his baby doll. He knelt between her legs. He was resting on his hands which were beside her face. His bleary eyes peered down with lustful gleams. His huge cock was roaring hard and throbbing mightily. "This is it, Baby Doll," he murmured, his voice thick. "I'm gonna rape my little baby."
"Yes! Yes!" She peered upward with lewd glances. "You're going to rape me. You're going to stick that big cock into my little, hairless pussy. It's going to hurt-but I'm going to love it. Reaching down, she guided the whiskey laden monster toward her whiskey laden twat. "C'mon, you fat bastard," she mumbled drunkenly, "Rape me! Rape the shit out of me!"
He pressed forward. His huge, bulbous cockhead completely obliterated the tiny crack. He pushed and sweated. "It won't go in," he moaned drunkenly. "The bastard's too big! The cunt's too small." He sobbed.
"Keep trying, you bastard," whimpered Karen, also sobbing. "Keep pushing. It'll go in." She humped forward and pulled his ass forward.
Plop! Karen wailed and screamed in pain and anguish when the big cockhead suddenly plopped into her sopping wet, whiskey-laden cunt. "Ouch!" she screamed. "It is too big!" She whimpered and moaned and tried backing away from the terrible invasion. "Take it out! Take it out!" The frightening pain sobered her.
Slap! Brutal Burtie delivered a stinging slap to his little baby's cheek. Then another. "Shut up, you little bitch!" he chortled, not liking his raping job to be stymied. "Don't try to get away, or s'help me, I'll choke you!" He wrapped his hands around her throat and applied some pressure.
Karen stopped whimpering. Fear engulfed her. The fear almost chased away the heat waves. Then she felt the huge cock settling into position in her cunt Now that the initial ingress was obtained, the stabbing, searing pain was gone. Surprisingly, her tiny little cunt was now taking the huge cock without pain or anguish.
Now it was sheer pleasure. Her rebellion and fear died. "Oh, Lord," she moaned happily, the heat waves returning. "It feels so good. So good. C'mon, you fat bastard, rape me! Rape me good!"
The fat bastard obliged. The moment of madness passed. He removed his hands from the creamy, white throat. He continued pouring cock into cunt, a beatific expression on his face. "I love raping little girls," he whimpered, his eyes half closed, "Little twelve year old kids like you. Such a pretty pussy. So tiny. So tight. Now, stop whimpering and start fucking. Make me cum ... make me CUM...."
"Yes. Yes! Big, bad man. I love getting my little twelve-year-old twat raped by a nice big man like you." Karen entered into the spirit of his little game. The handsome debonair man about town who was raping a tiny girl, after seducing her and plying her with liquor and licks.
Burt's eyes were glazed. He sweated profusely. He pounded his enormous cock relentlessly into the tiny twat. He was carried away by his own fun and games. He was living the part he was playing. At that moment, to his mind, this little beauty under him was a twelve-year-old pig-tailed moppet and he was raping her ... raping her ... raping her....
With predictable results. All his pent-up passion and lust finally burst forth in a raging torrent. He could hold back no longer. This kid had aroused him as he'd never been aroused before. With a whimper of delight, he unloaded. Again and again, he squirted his hot sticky cum into her hot, sticky snatch.
Karen met him thrust for thrust. She humped her little ass up and down like a whore in heat.
"C'mon, you big-cocked bastard!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me! Like wow! It feels so gooood ... soogooood ... Oooooh! Aaaaah ... !"
He moaned and whimpered along with her while thrusting deeper and deeper, trying to make it last and last and last....
He finally ran out of juices and his energy drained. He flopped onto his back, breathing heavily, his hairy chest heaved up and down. He was fighting for breath. "Whew! That ... was ... really ... something ... Baby Doll!" Karen propped on an elbow and peered down at the panting man. Fear clutched her heart. What was wrong with him? Breathing so hard like this. Was he having an attack?
As though reading her mind, he smiled reassuringly and patted her face. "I'm okay, Baby," he breathed. "Just a bit winded. Too much exertion." He sucked in several long breaths and his tremors began to ebb. His breathing returned to normal. He shook his head groggily. "That's the most I've cum in ages. You sure heated me up, little girl."
Stroking his titties in relief, Karen murmured, "It was wonderful. You sure know how to please a girl." She reached for his limp cock and fondled it. It was all wet and gooey, but very limp. "Shall we try and get it up again?" She crinkled her nose impishly and jerked it.
He considered her request, then shook his head. "Maybe later, Baby Doll."
He lurched to his feet, wobbled crazily for a few seconds, then headed toward the door. "I gotta go recuperate. I'll be in my room. You go to your room. Maybe I'll see you later. Maybe...." His voice trailed off.
Karen watched while he wobbled along the carpeted hallway and headed up the steps to the bedroom area.
She lay back on the pillow. She'd go up to her room in a few minutes. Maybe if she was lucky the big cocked bastard might come to her again tonight.
If not, hopefully there might be days in the future when he would come to her-with his big cock. If Daddy could arrange to talk Mom into allowing her to stay!
Karen watched while he wobbled along the carpeted hallway and headed up the steps to the bedroom area.
She lay back on the pillow. She'd go up to her room in a few minutes. Maybe if she was lucky the big cocked bastard might come to her again tonight.
If not, hopefully there might be days in the future when he would come to her-with his big cock.
If Daddy could arrange to talk Mom into allowing her to stay!
CHAPTER TEN
Her hopes about Daddy being able to talk Mom into allowing her to prolong her visit got a sudden jolt one evening. It was shortly after they came back from the trip down the coast and into Mexico. A wonderful, glorious week, she'd long remember. A week in which she saw more sights, visited more places and did more things than ever before in her life. It had been a hectic week, complete with picture taking and building up memories she'd never forget.
They had all been like a big, happy family and Daddy had spared no expense to make the trip enjoyable. It was a preview of what life would be like if she could stay with the group permanently.
They were sitting at pool side, after eating a sumptuous meal prepared by chubby Mrs. Midis, the elderly, grey -haired housekeeper. Karen could sense that Daddy was brooding. He had been quiet all evening. Ever since he'd come home from the city.
Now, sprawled on a beach chair, watching Sherri, Timmie and their Mom clowning around in the pool, she turned to Daddy. "What's bugging you, Daddy? You've been so thoughtful-looking since you came home."
Reaching over, he patted her fondly on one creamy thigh and smiled reassuringly. "My lawyer got in touch with your Mom."
"Oh?" Karen sat up and leaned forward hopefully. "Good news? I can stay?"
Dad shook his head. "No, not exactly good news. More like bad, I'm afraid."
Karen's hopes ebbed. "She won't let me stay here?"
Dad sighed. "She didn't flatly refuse, but I'm afraid she will. My lawyer told her to think it over and let him know by the end of the week. If she says no, you'll have to shove off next Monday, Baby."
She shook her head. "I won't go. I don't want to go. I want to stay here. Please, Daddy, can't I? I mean, I'm going on seventeen. Before long, I'll be eighteen. Old enough to make my own decisions. Please let me stay?"
Leaning back on his beach chair and holding hands in back of his wet head, he stared glumly at her. "Honey, I'd give my right arm if I could keep you here."
"Then why don't I just stay? After all, I'm three thousand miles away. Mom would never come out here and get me. She couldn't afford it, for one thing. She wouldn't come here, because you're here. Why don't I just call her and tell her I'm staying? Tell her I've decided to leave her for good?" Tears misted her eyes when she out-lined her daring plan of escape from her mother's bondage.
"I wish it was that easy, honey." Dad smiled faintly. Shaking his head sadly, he explained, "We'd both be in big trouble. She could make it rough. I could be arrested for kidnapping-my own kid!" He smiled wanly.
"Not if I agreed to stay of my own accord!"
"Honey, until you're eighteen, you're not legal. She has control over you until then. It's all in the divorce papers and settlement. That, plus the fact I'm paying her so much alimony and child support until you are eighteen. Rebecca's not about to give that up." His voice contained an edge of bitterness.
"Why don't you buy her off? You've got plenty of money?"
Dad perked up. "That's what we're working on. I've authorized my lawyer to settle for a lump sum if Rebecca will sign a waiver and grant me custody of you."
"Did Mom accept?"
"Not yet." Dad sighed. "She's thinking it over. Your Mom never had too much money, and the possibility of getting thousands of dollars is tempting," he mused. "But knowing your Mom and her scruples, I'm afraid the temptation will pass the more she thinks it over."
Tears misted her eyes. Dad was so right. Mom wouldn't be tempted by mere money. Along with being against sin and sex, Mom had an aversion to a person having too many worldly goods. She was always lecturing about money being the root of all evil. Karen was surprised that Mom even agreed to think it over, without flat coming out and saying no.
"How much money did you offer her to sign the waiver?"
"I've authorized my lawyer to go as high as ten thousand dollars. Maybe even fifteen, if she'll agree."
"Wow! No wonder Mom was tempted." She smiled hopefully. "Do you think she'll agree?"
"Knowing your mother-I'd say no." He dashed her hopes. "But we'll find out by Friday. Hey ... where are you going...? "
Karen hopped from the chair sobbing, and rushed into the house. He was so right. Mom would never go along with it, not even for a million dollars. She hated Dad too much. She'd never forgive him for divorcing her. For not allowing her to mold him to her liking. Dad was the big failure of Mom's life. The one person she couldn't sway, or change over to her way of thinking. Dad had been a maverick. He hadn't knuckled under to her.
Arriving in her bedroom, Karen threw herself onto her bed and gave way to her sobs. She was so happy here. Why did it have to end. Why couldn't she stay. Mom didn't really love her-or maybe she did in her own way and as long as she was under her domination.
She had the oddest feeling that Mom was using her at this time-to get even with Dad!
All kinds of stray thoughts surged through her mind. Maybe she could run away? Go back to Mom to make it all legal and not get Dad in trouble. Then, after she was home awhile, she could run off. Maybe come back here to the coast.
While she was mulling over these possibilities, she heard someone enter her room. Turning her tear stained face around, she forced a wan smile. "Hi, Dad."
Sitting on her bed, still dressed only in his swim trunks, Dad petted her. Bending low, he placed his face next to hers. "My Baby," he murmured, his voice filled with sadness. "My beautiful little Baby. I sure wish you could stay. I love you so much."
Turning onto her back, she forced a smile. "I've got it all figured out, Daddy." She placed his hand on her bikini top and signaled for him to massage her melons. She was still in her brief bikini, the one she'd borrowed from Sherri.
"You have?" Dad mechanically and gently massaged the large, creamy white mounds barely covered by the bit of cloth. He had been amazed from the first that his sixteen-year-old daughter was so well developed up front. Her breasts were every bit as large as Sherri's and maybe a bit larger than her aunt Martha's.
He realized he shouldn't be fondling his own daughter like this, but the temptation was great. He recalled the night a few weeks ago when he'd slipped his cock into her cunt. He had made a firm vow never to let anything like that happen again. Not with his own daughter!
"What brainstorm have you come up with, Honey?" He smiled down at her.
"I've decided to run away from Mom!"
"What?"
She quickly explained her plan. "If Mom decides not to let me stay, I'll go home. You can give me enough money for plane fare back. I'll keep it hidden. Then, when I'm home for a week or so, I'll leave-for good. I'll buy a plane ticket and fly back here." She blurted out the details and peered upward for approval.
Dad shook his head. "Whew! Some plan. Except for one thing, Honey. It would never work. The moment you turn up missing at home, this is the first place she'd look for you. She'd call this city and have the police check us out. Un-unh. No way."
Karen frowned. Dad was always so logical. And always so right. She wracked around in her fertile mind, then brightened. "I know! I could move in with Burt Martin. He has a big apartment at the edge of the city near here. Sherri told me about it. She's been there. He has a couple extra bedrooms. The police would never look for me there. You and the others could come visit me. We could have plenty, of get-togethers. Please, Daddy?"
"You've met Burt Martin?" He frowned.
"He was here a week ago. One night when you and Martha were in the city. Didn't Sherri or Timmie tell you?"
Dad got to his feet, a troubled look on his face. Staring down at his baby girl, he muttered grimly, "When he was here that night-What happened?"
Karen, realizing she'd goofed by mentioning Burt, giggled nervously. Trying to act calm and casual, she replied, "Nothing much. We all went swimming. Then we got something to eat. We sat around and talked. Burt mentioned a lot of things, like he's still married to Martha and the divorce is almost final. Which means, Daddy," she added glaring at him in mock severity, "that you are shaking up with Martha!" She figured this would take some of the steam out of his righteousness.
It did. Dad wilted. Realizing it would be difficult for a man living in sin to probe into the sins of others, he sat back On the bed. Again he began stroking at his daughter's lush melons, covered by the skimpy bikini cloth.
"It's just that I wish you hadn't met Burt. He's kind of weird." Dad sighed. "But if you stay here, you're bound to run into him. He spends a lot of time here. He still owns this joint, and will until the divorce becomes final."
"Oh, Burt's all right!" Karen chuckled. "He's a nut, but I kinda like him. He's lots of fun. Can I stay with him if I run away from home, Daddy? Please?"
Dad sighed, feeling he was on the losing end of this argument. He never could win an argument against Rebecca, now it seemed like he was in the same situation with the daughter. With Rebecca, it was her firmness that won arguments for her. With Karen, it was her cuteness and beauty. Her ability to twist him around her finger.
"I ... I ... we'll think about it." He hedged. "We'll talk about it later. After we find out what your mom says about you staying."
"Okay." Karen pulled him down on top of her and gave him a big kiss. "I love you, Daddy. I love you so much!" Tears misted her eyes. "I want to stay with you-always!"
Hugging her tenderly and kissing her again and again, he murmured, "My baby. My baby. I love you-I love you." His hard chest crushed against her large, voluptuous breasts while he showered her with kisses.
Karen, heating up like a good little whore, reached down and slid a hand in under his swim trunks. She groped around and felt of his stiffening prick. Smiling gently, she began massaging it and was rewarded by feeling it surge to power. Impishly, she slid his swim trunks down off his legs and tossed them aside. He was still hugging and kissing her in a fatherly fashion, seeming for the moment unaware that his darling little daughter was toying with his big prick.
"I don't want you to leave, but we've got to be practical about things, honey," he murmured between kisses and stroking of her forehead. "I mean, we don't want to get into trouble, do we? Maybe me landing in jail? You in reform school? Your mom still has control of you...." He broke off his discussion when he became aware of what she was doing.
Pulling, back, he gawked in awe. She had her small hands wrapped around his big cock! "Hey! What the hell? What do you think you're doing, daughter?"
"Playing with your big prick, Daddy!"
Hopping from atop her and zooming to his feet, he stared down appalled. "My God, Honey. You can't do that!" Instinctively he covered his throbbing prick with his hands and a hot blush came to his cheeks.
"Why not?" Karen sat up in bed and pouted. Her bikini top had come loose during the loving and she now tossed it aside. Her wondrous breasts were popping forward in all their lush glory. A marvelous sight, even for a Daddy, to look at. Nice, large, creamy, solid pink-white melons with taut nipples in a small sea of darker white flesh. Lovely, suckable mounds of sheer delight.
She sat on the edge of the bed and reached for his half hidden dong. Her soft brown eyes were pools of lust and passion. She pursed her lips. "Why can't I play with your prick? You let Sherri play with it? She's not much older'n me."
Backing away from her reaching fingers, he swallowed nervously and gawked down in dismay. His little girl had sure changed in the few weeks she'd been here. From a prude to a lewd. The kid was becoming a nympho. Maybe it would be best for all concerned if she did go home to her mother. At least at home she wouldn't be subjected to characters like him, Martha, the twins and Burt. The moment she'd mentioned Burt had been here he'd had misgivings. He was well aware of Burt's idiosyncrasies. The guy was a weirdo. A sex fiend.
And Karen was so damned young. Not yet seventeen. A guy like Burt could talk her into anything. And probably had.
Sucking in a deep breath, he stared down with a fatherly frown. "Sherri's different. She's not my daughter."
"She'll be your stepdaughter if you ever get around to marrying Martha."
Seeing that he was fighting a losing battle on the grounds of morality, he changed his tune. Picking up his swim trunks, he held them in front of his cock which was now limp. "Good night, honey. I'll see you tomorrow." He sidled toward the door, a wan smile on his face while trying not to gawk at his half naked daughter. "Wait!" Hopping to her feet, Karen rushed over, grabbed his arm and pulled him back to her bed. "You haven't kissed me good night. Or told me a bedtime story!" Grinning impishly, she sat him on the edge of the bed, grabbed his swim trunks and tossed them aside. Holding tightly to his arm she flopped onto her back, drew him down and kissed him.
Dad, trying to regain his equilibrium and his senses, felt his chest meshing against her breast when she pulled him on top. The nude contact sent shivers of delight-and dismay-through him. Delight at the touch of naked smooth girl flesh; dismay because the nude flesh was that of his own daughter.
Despite his dismay, the delight overcame his fears and he felt his cock beginning to harden!
Reaching down and gathering his emerging hard-on in her hand, she whispered, "Tell me about the three little piggies, Daddy. Or sing me a song. Just like you used to do." She grinned impishly and stroked at his cock while meshing her titties against his hairy chest and small sized nipples.
Calling upon his last dwindling reserves of common sense, he tried pushing away. "We can't do this, Karen. Christ, you're my daughter! We can't lie around naked. You're too damned big for that kind of stuff now. When you were nine or ten, it was okay, but let's face it, hon, you're pushing seventeen!"
Karen nodded. "That's why it's okay, Daddy," she murmured in his ear which was at her mouth. "I'm a big girl. I love you. I want you-all the way. Like we did that night a few weeks ago. Remember? You fucked me!" she added, bluntly.
A deep flush came to his face. "That was an accident. I didn't mean to. We were sort of kidding around. You conned me. I don't know what's gotten into you, honey. You've sure changed."
"Maybe I'm smarting up. All these years Mom has kept things hidden from me. She won't let me date. I never go out with boys. She watches me like a hawk. She's been teaching against sex and sinning. That's all I've heard all my life. Now that I've seen you in action-and the others-I realize what I've been missing. I'm a big girl. I want to make up for lost time. Please, Daddy?" She openly began to play with his cock and peered down at it in awe and reverence. "Make love to me?"
Heat waves engulfed him. Heat waves that drove away his qualms and misgivings. His sanity went down the drain. "My own daughter!" he croaked, staring foolishly down while she gently jerked his dong which was beginning to assume massive proportions. "My own daughter. Jerking me off!"
Seeing that she was winning the battle of the sexes, Karen grinned. "Aw, Daddy, don't be so shocked! Don't just think of me as just your daughter. Think of me as a girl. Any girl. Pretend I'm Sherri, or Martha, or one of the other girls you make love to."
He shook his head dazedly, his eyes glazed. "I can't think those things. This is crazy. Please don't do this to me, honey? Please?"
"Okay, so you can't forget I'm your daughter. Then just think of what we're doing as a physical thing. Pretend it's just a normal thing to do. Like sleeping. Or eating ... and talking about eating," added Karen impishly, sliding around on the bed, "suppose I start eating your cock!" She slid his prick into her mouth and began sucking it.
Pushing her pussy upward, she murmured, "You can start eating my pussy, Daddy."
She mounted her Daddy in a sixty nine position, herself on top. Squatting beside his face, she bent far over and began giving her Daddy a marvelous blow job. She had become quite expert in the art of cocksucking the past few weeks what with practicing on Timmie and Burt.
She fondled his hairy balls while feeding more and more cock into her suckling mouth. She pushed her fingers against his scrotum at the base of his cock and was rewarded by feeling the cock gain in size and thickness.
While sucking him off she eased her bikini clad bottom toward his face. "Suck my pussy, Daddy!"
Almost in a trance, Dad eased Karen's bikini bottom from her lush ass and thighs. He removed the garment and tossed it aside. His daughter was now completely naked atop him. His daughter was not only nude, she was busily sucking his cock and lowering her cunt toward his mouth.
Holding her up by the thighs, he stared at his daughter's pussy. He frowned. Such a tiny crack. Almost virginal in appearance. The cunt of a tiny tot. A small slit, with clitty button peeking through the small, puffy vaginal lips. It was by far the smallest pussy he'd ever seen, and he had seen plenty.
But mere was something odd about it!
It finally seeped through his numbed mind what was wrong. The tiny cunt was hairless!
Pushing her upward slightly, and pulling his cock from her eager, sucking mouth, he exclaimed, "Hey! You don't have any cunt hairs! How come?" His daughter was very young-but not that young, not to have pussy hairs.
Karen crinkled her nose impishly. "I shaved 'em off a few days ago."
"Why?"
"Sherri and I decided to have some fun. We shaved each other." She didn't want to go into explanations about weird Burt-not at this moment. Grinding her pussy down onto his face, she muttered, "Start sucking, Daddy. Let's see if we can cum together!"
Obediently, he began sucking his daughter's cunt!
Karen whimpered and moaned happily while sucking her Daddy's big cock. Her daddy. Her own daddy. She loved him so much. She loved everything about him-even his prick! Squealing and drooling like a good little daughter, she pleasured her daddy. She rolled around the bed with his cock in mouth. She pounded his asscheeks and kissed his balls.
She quivered and moaned. She licked and she sucked. She nipped fingers and tongue into his asshole. She loved every fucking inch of her wonderful daddy. She ground her cunt hard onto his face.
He sucked his daughter's cunt. He kissed it. He lapped it. He touched it tenderly. He tongue swabbed it. He nipped at her cute asshole with tongue and fingers. He tried taking her advice about it being only a physical thing. The thought jelled. This was just another cunt. An adorable, baby-like pussy. So tiny. A tasty tidbit. A choice morsel. Eating pussy.
He was a man who thoroughly enjoying eating pussy. Slurping and snipping at moist cunts, tongue-stroking them, trying to shove tongue far in and get a taste of tangy, creamy nectar. This, his daughter's tiny twat, was the tastiest of all!
The two naked lovers moaned, whimpered and thrashed about on the bed, savoring of each other. One a handsome, virile man of thirty-five with a mighty cock shoved deeply into the throat of a lovely young kid. A brown-haired teenaged darling-young enough to be his own daughter.
It was his own daughter!
Karen was the first to break off the sucking action. She'd have liked nothing better than to have him fill her mouth with plenty of nice, gooey hot cum, but she had an even better idea.
Disengaging his cock from her mouth, she pulled her pussy away from his lapping tongue. Flopping onto her back, legs spread wide, knees up, she held out her hands and murmured, "Fuck me, Daddy! I'm so damned hot!" She humped her pussy upward suggestively and invitingly.
Dad, sprawled on hands and knees beside her from being pushed away from his sucking endeavor peered intently at her-and her cunt. Heat waves engulfed him. Forgotten for the moment was the fact that this lovely, naked beauty was his own daughter. He had almost shot his wad into her mouth. Now, gaping dazedly at her spasming pussy, he turned around in the bed.
He knelt between her widespread legs and crawled forward-his prick aimed at the hairless twat. The tiny, well sucked little crack. Sweating profusely, and muttering to himself, he pushed forward. His enormous cockhead came in contact with the tiny slit. Fortunately it had been well sucked and was nicely reamed at the moment.
He eased his cock in. It was a tight squeeze. He shoved harder. Another inch sunk in. Then another. He grunted, groaned and persevered.
Karen grunted and groaned along with him. His cock was so damned big! At the moment it seemed every inch as big as Burt's.
Then it slid all the way in. All eight inches of thick, solid, bone-hard cock ravished the tiny, hairless little pussy!
Karen whimpered and sobbed in pain and anguish. She still hadn't adjusted to getting pricked by various-sized cocks. Each entry was an event. A painful yet glorious event until her tiny twat adjusted.
"Shove it in, Daddy," she whimpered happily, tears misting her eyes. "Shove it ALL the way in."
"Like this, Honey?" Dad pushed resolutely forward shoving his dip stick far into the tiny well. His hairy crotch and balls bumped against her hairless vaginal lips. He was all the way in. His big cock was shoved far into his daughter's tiny cunt!
"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me good!" wailed Karen, humping up and down like crazy. She pulled him forward, wrapped her legs around his and pulled him deeper and deeper into her cunt, matching him stroke for stroke.
"Sure, Honey, sure!" Dad bounced his cock in and out like crazy. He had fucked tight cunts in his life, but his little daughter by far had the tiniest cunt he'd ever sunk his shaft into. He was so proud of his little girl.
Staring deep into her soft brown eyes that were so like her mother's he pounded his cock into her cunt. For a moment a weird thought swept across his mind. It was almost as though he'd turned back the clock. To when her mother was under him like this, many years ago, when they'd been first married. Rebecca, too, had had such a tiny cunt.
In and out, he pounded cock into cunt. Each plunge bringing him closer and closer to the flaslipoint. He was building up to a tremendous climax.
Karen sobbed happily while moving her ass up and down like a yo-yo accepting her dear old daddy's nice, big cock. This was paradise. Her daddy loved her. He loved her more than anything in the world. She'd never leave him. Never. Not after tonight. This fucking session cemented her firm resolve to always be with him. She loved him.
"C'mon, Daddy," she urged bouncing up and down like crazy. "Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me. Like, WOW! It feels so good. OOOOOOOO ... AAAAAAAAH...." She whimpered, moaned and let herself go in sheer ecstasy. She didn't hold back. She pounded his back, urging him to greater efforts.
He pounded relentlessly into his daughter's tiny cunt. He didn't hold back. "I'm fucking you, Baby. My own kid! I'm fucking the hell out of you. My baby! C'mon, move your little ass! Take it! TAKE IT!" he screamed. "I'M GONNA GCUM ... I'M GONNA CUMMMMMM!!!"
He did. A wild, spasming cuming. Load after load of hot, steamy cum squirted into her tiny cunt, filling it to capacity again and again.
He moaned, whimpered and continued to pound his solid cock into her willing pussy.
"I'm cumming with you, Daddy!" she whimpered happily, feeling herself reaching a gigantic climax and the wonderful, searing, unloading of her inner juices intermingling with his.
For a long moment, the loving Daddy and daughter writhed around on the bed, each unloading their love juices in a wild spasm of lustful passion. Her hot, steamy little cunt became a seething cauldron filled with love potions emitted by two lovers. Neither one wanting to break off the action. Each calling upon hidden resources to cum more and more, and more....
At last nature took over. The male member of the fucking duo gave ground. He ran out of juices. He ran out of steam. He ran out of stiffness. His hot, sopping wet dip stick slid from the hot, sticky, little well into which it had been dipped.
With a whimper of dismay and a sigh of discontent, he flopped on his back. His once majestic wand that had waved so mightily in the breeze was a limp, soggy, dejected-looking, flaccid prick lacking in starch or stiffness.
Peering at his well fucked daughter, he smiled wanly. "I guess I've shot my load, Honey."
With a squeal of delight, Karen swept into his arms, wrapped arms around his neck and pulled him to her breast in fond embrace. "Daddy! Daddy!" she sobbed, happily. "It was wonderful! Wonderful! I love you so much!" She showered him with kisses.
Sanity began to seep through his passion and lust, now that his fires had been dimmed and squelched. The enormity of what he'd done came to him.
He held her at arm's length and stared deeply into her eyes. His own eyes were filled with troubled glints.
"My own daughter!" he croaked. "I fucked my own daughter!"
Sensing his wave of remorse and guilt feelings, Karen swept forward again-with more hugs and kisses. "Now you stop saying such things, Daddy. So what if I am your daughter? I love you. I love you and you love me. That's all that matters. So there!" With each word, or two, she shoved kisses onto his mouth.
"But ... but...."The enormity of what he'd done clashed with the words she was uttering. "We ... I shouldn't have done itt...."
"But you did! That's all that matters. We did it. We loved doing it. What's more, well do it again and again and again...." She reached for his limp dong and began playing with it. "Let's get it up again, Daddy? Let's fuck some more? Please?" She jerked hard at his soggy cock and. was rewarded by feeling it starting to snap to.
He stared glassy-eyed at his nympho daughter. His thoughts were troubled. At the moment he didn't share her enthusiasm. At the moment his inner sense of righteousness was front and center. He realized he'd done a terrible thing. Fucking his own daughter. And enjoying every fucking minute of the action.
He wobbled from the bed, and staggered to his feet, breaking off her jerking action on his prick.
"No more, Honey. Not now. I've gotta think." He backed away.
"Aw, Daddy, don't be such a square. You're as bad as Mom at times." She giggled, reached for his prick and began sucking it.
He stared down in awe at the bobbing, brown head of his little girl. She was seated on the edge of the bed. She had his limp cock in her mouth and she was eagerly sucking it to hardness-and succeeding.
For a long moment he peered down at his cock sucking little daughter. For a long moment he felt a strong desire to let her suck his prick to hardness again and then he'd shove it back into her tiny twat.
His eyes were glazed. Glints of lust and passion swept through them. He saw his prick getting huge again with each suck of her pretty mouth and feel of her soft hands on his swinging balls. The kid sure knew how to handle a cock and get a guy hot in a hurry. He wondered where she'd gained such expertise in such a short period of time. She'd been visiting them for slightly less than a month.
She'd been practically a virgin on her arrival. A sixteen-year-old practically un-kissed little girl. Now she was a cocksucking nympho who'd conned her own daddy into fucking her. It was very thought provoking.
He allowed her a few more sucks, then bending down he pushed her sucking face away. "Enough yet, Baby. Like I said, I've got to think things over. See you later." Resolutely he strode from the room, picking his swim trunks up en-route.
He closed the door behind. "Good night, Baby," he called out. "Good night."
Karen cut loose with a sigh of disappointment, then she called "Good night, Daddy. See you later."
Then he was gone. She stared at the closed door for a long moment, a feeling of disappointment welling through her. She would like to have had another session with him. She was still seething hot.
She flopped back on the bed, hands behind her head and stared at the ceiling. Then a smile formed on her lovely lips. Daddy said he needed time to think. She was quite sure after he thought things over and recalled the wonderful session they'd had, he would never let her go. Never.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was Saturday evening. They had all eaten, had taken a swim in the pool and a few other things while awaiting the return of Dad from the city. Karen had been on edge all day. The moment of decision was at hand. This would be her last weekend in paradise-unless he could talk Mom into letting her stay. An item he had been working on all week with his lawyer.
Dad had mentioned his lawyer had called Mom a couple of times during the week. He had raised his offer to twenty thousand dollars if Mom would sign a release giving him custody of the child-namely her.
Karen, Sherri, Timmie, and Martha were in the den whiling away the time until the return of Dad. She was shooting a game of pool with Timmie at the far end of the lush playroom that was complete with built-in bar, stereo, couches, dart board, ping pong table, pool table and other games to entertain and relax.
The indirect lighting gave plenty of light to the area and the music was pleasant to the ear. Unlike most times, however, the current atmosphere was tense. They were all aware that it was decision time. The decision as to whether she would become a permanent part of this group, or would have to pack up her bags and leave.
She was so tense she missed quite a few easy shots. Even Timmie, who was by far the best pool player of the group, was off form.
Timmie had reached the point where he no longer disliked his city cousin. Now, he not only liked her; he loved her every chance she let him. Even now, between shots at the pool balls, he copped feels from his luscious cousin. He stealthily slipped his hand up under the mini skirt she was wearing and scratched at her snatch, which was beginning to grow some fuzz after having been shaved several days ago. He also dipped his hands in under the skimpy bra she was wearing to cop feels of her lush titties.
Timmie was all in favor of her staying on!
Sherri, who from time to time, had lez session with her pretty cousin was slinging darts at the dart board. For the occasion, she, too had on a short mini skirt and no panties underneath. The word had gotten around that Burt would be arriving this evening. Both she and Karen were in pigtails.
Martha, the oldest member of the current group was at the bar, bending her elbow. She was wearing a form fitting slacks set and a frown. Unlike her two kids, she didn't share their enthusiasm about getting Karen to stay. For her money, it would be best for all concerned if Bob's kid did go back to her mother.
She sensed a rival for his affections-in his own daughter!
Martha had been in Timmie's room the other night when Bob had laid a fuck into Karen. She had seen and heard everything through the two way mirror. At the time she was watching Bob screw his own kid, her son Timmie had been shoving his own prick up his Mom's asshole.
Martha reasoned that if Karen stuck around, Bob would stick his prick into her more often. Since Bob was pushing thirty-six, he had slowed down considerably in the prick-pushing department. Now, if she had to share some of his pushing with her guy's own daughter, it would be distressing.
She liked Karen, but she liked fucking even more. Any threat to her nookie was a threat to be considered. She ogled her glass of whiskey owlishly. She didn't like problems.
Bob's arrival in the play room snapped them all to attention.
"Hi, gang!" he called cheerfully, stepping up to the bar and pouring himself a drink. He needed one. His group gathered around him like he was Moses coming down from the mountain.
Sitting on a bar stool and nuzzling his little girl to him, he replied, "Honey, it's all up to you now."
"Up to me?" Karen frowned. "What's that mean?"
"My lawyer talked to your mom again today. He gave her the final offer. She didn't say yes or not. She said she will decide, after she talks to you on the phone tonight!" He glanced at his watch. "I told my lawyer to tell her that you'd call her at eight. That's five minutes from now."
"But what will I say? What will I tell her? I mean-you know Mom?" Karen wailed, nuzzling deeper into his embrace and appealing for help.
"It's all up to you, Honey. There's nothing more I can say, or do. If you really want to stay with me, you'll have to talk her into letting you. If not...." He sighed, and spread his hands.
"Oh, Daddy!" She nuzzled in his embrace, tears misting her eyes. "I want to stay. You talk to her. Please?"
He recoiled in horror. "Me? Talk to Rebecca?" He winced. "No way! That's the worst thing we could do. If she heard my voice, she'd never consent. Never!" He shook his head, and eased her away. "It's up to you, Honey. Get with it. You want to place the call from here-or up in your room?"
Karen hesitated. They were all staring at her. She squirmed uncomfortably. "I guess I'll call her from my room!" She left the den, rushed up the steps to the bedroom area, zipped into her room, picked up the phone and dialed Mom's number back east.
Mom's voice came over the phone loud and clear. "My baby! My baby! I miss you so much!"
Karen was shocked at Mom's initial greeting. She had expected a long winded lecture. Accusations. Inferences. Instead Mom's voice was filled with sobs. "Are you all right, Mom?" Her own voice quavered.
"I miss you so much!" repeated Mom, between sobs. "And your dad is turning you against me. You're all I have in this world. He wants to keep you. I'll be so lonely." The sobs increased in intensity.
Karen was puzzled and still half shocked. "It isn't that, Mom. It's just that I've been away from him so long. Five years. He has so much to offer. There's a private high school nearby. He lives in this big mansion. Swimming pool and everything." She tried getting in some of the reasons why she wanted to stay.
Mom sobbed some more and mentioned how much she missed her. How much some of Karen's friends at the church missed her, too. How her being away created such a void in her life. Mom gave a tearful, convincing dissertation that would have won an Academy Award for performance.
Karen was swayed. "Gee, Mom, I didn't realize you cared so much. I was thinking I was a burden on you. I mean, you don't have much money. My staying here would lessen the burden on you. Besides, I understand Daddy made you a fine offer if you'd sign a release giving him custody of me until I'm eighteen?"
"Baby, I wouldn't trade you for all the money in the world. I love you. I need you. Please come home." Mom sniffed and gained control of her emotions. "I told your dad's lawyer, I would go along with any decision you made. That's why I wanted you to call. I want you to come home. Your dad wants you to stay. The decision is yours to make." Mom's voice broke. "I love you, Baby. I love you. Please come home...? "
Karen flopped on her back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Her thoughts were whirling. Mom loved her. Needed her. Dad loved her. Needed her. Mom had so little to offer. A small home. A stern, religious type life. The life of a square. A prude.
On the other hand, Dad had so much to offer. Money. Good times. Plenty of cocking. Anything a girl could want. A paradise for a sixteen-year-old girl. A dreamer's paradise. Nudeness. Lewdness.
"Well?" Mom's voice cut in on her thoughts.
Karen hesitated, then blurted, "Do you really want me to come home, Mom?"
"I do. I love you." Mom's voice was soft and low. Mom never told a lie.
Karen sighed. "Okay, Mom. I'll come home. Monday. I'll call you from the airport. You can come an pick me up. Good-bye, Mom." She sobbed, and added, "I love you, Mom. I love you very much."
When she hung up, a stray thought swept through her mind. Oddly enough, this was the first time she'd ever really come out and told her mother she loved her.
She stared foolishly at the phone. What had she done? What kind of a stupid decision had she made? All week she'd been hoping against hope, she'd be able to stay with Dad. Now here, of her own accord, she had shut the door on that. She was going home. What in the world had possessed her to make that decision?
The answer came to her. The reason was obvious. She had lived all her life with Mom. She had been influenced by her. She had been turned into a prude, a square and a righteous person. One month with Dad hadn't changed what it had taken her mother a lifetime to build. Her deep, inner convictions and scruples had overcome her desire to cut loose. She wasn't quite ready for that yet.
And Mom needed her, and loved her. And she needed Mom more than ever.
Stepping into the playroom she faced the group, which had the addition of Burt, who, along with Dad and Martha, were sitting at the bar bending elbows. She stood in the doorway and forced a wan smile.
Dad was the first to break the silence. "Well? What's the big decision, Honey?"
Sucking in a deep breath, Karen announced, "I'm going home. Monday."
"What?" Almost like one the five people in the room uttered the word, making it sound like the knell of doom. Each in their own way, and for their own reasons, had wanted her to stay; with the possible exception of Martha. A smile of happiness crept to her face at the announcement.
Dad seemed the most shocked of all. He had thought for sure that he had won his little girl over to his side.
Sherri was the first to break the uncomfortable silence. She had been surprised at Karen's decision. But, childlike, she was quick to recuperate. "Since you'll be leaving, cousin, how 'bout if we have a sort of a farewell party? Like now?"
Karen, glad to get from under the shock waves she'd created with her announcement, nodded. "Sure. Why not? What should we do for openers?"
Sherri beamed. "How 'bout if we all go skinny-dipping? We haven't done that in quite some time?" Suiting action to her suggestion, she slid from her mini skirt and blouse. Now, stark naked, she stood before the group. "C'mon, gang. Everyone strip. Last one in the pool's a louse!" She headed toward the sliding glass door leading to the pool side patio.
Timmie quickly stripped and joined his twin sister. Next, Burt slid from his clothes. He enjoyed strutting around in the nude, showing off his big cock, which, at the moment was half hard.
Next came Martha, also a believer in nudism, since she had such a delectable physique for a thirty-six-year-old woman.
Karen, glad of the opportunity not to have to come up with a bunch of explanations for the decision she'd made, quickly stripped and joined the exodus toward the pool.
Dad, still in a state of half shock, slowly divested himself of his clothes. He, too, joined them in the pool, wearing nothing but a sorrowful look.
Before long, the gloom left the group. They sported in the pool, laughing, giggling, playing grab-ass and having loads of fun. The drinks began to flow more freely and the party came into full swing.
Karen forgot her moment of sadness at leaving this gay group. She decided to make this a party to long remember. Once back with Mom, she knew she'd not have a chance like this again. She allowed Burt, Timmie, and finally Dad full freedom of her assets. When they finally adjourned back to the den, laughing, giggling and half poised, she was in the mood for anything, as were the rest of them.
Burt threw a fast fuck into Sherri for starters while they all stood around and applauded. Then Timmie fucked Burt in the ass and was ass-fucked in return by Dad, who then mounted his own little daughter.
It was great fun and finally culminant da love sandwich, with Karen the guest of honor and the meat of the sandwich. It took quite a bit of doing, out they managed it.
Burt lay flat on his back on the day bed. Karen eased down on top of him and he shoved his enormous cock up her cunt. Next, Dad crawled up to her rear and carefully lodged his big cock into her tiny asshole.
"Karen swooned in delight at the feel of two cocks pounding into her. One shoving deeply up into her twat. The other pounding her shit. It was wild, exhilarating, titillating. She moved slowly back and forth, being very careful not to dislodge the pricks.
Timmie, not wishing to be left out of the sex sandwich, knelt beside Burt's face, eased Karen's head aside and with deftness and being very careful not to dislodge pricks, he pulled her face down to his cock.
Karen was now taking care of three cocks at one time!
A big one up her cunt, a big one up her asshole, a big one in her mouth.
"Easy does it, gang," cautioned Burt, an old campaigner in the sex sandwich routine. "No sudden moves, or jerks. Take it nice and easy." With each word, he gently stroked upward into the adorable pussy.
"Yeah, take it easy gang," echoed Dad, gently, but firmly pounding his big cock into his beautiful daughter's tiny asshole. "We'll make this last."
Timmie, who had a cock shoved into the prettiest face he'd ever fucked, nodded. He beat down an urge to pound hell out of his cousin's face. This wasn't a first time for him in the sex sandwich routine. Several times in the past this same fucking trio had sandwiched his sister, Sherri.
He grinned impishly at Karen and inclined his head toward the other day bed.
Karen, between sucks at his cock and fucks in her asshole and cunt, peeked in the indicated direction.
She gasped!
The fucking group was in full swing. While she was taking care of the pricks, Martha and her daughter weren't idle nor wasting time.
They were sucking each other off!
Both were smiling contentedly, each knowing that before the weekend was over, and their house guest would be gone, they both would get plenty of cocking.
For a moment the sight shook Karen. For a long moment she felt a pang of regret at having fallen for Mom's tears and having given her promise to return home. Not only would she be giving up Dad and all his money, but she'd also be giving up all this loving.
The moment of regret passed. She was still very young. Not yet seventeen. When she was eighteen, she'd be free to come live with Dad. No strings attached, no worrying about Mom getting Dad arrested. No worrying about Mom maybe changing her mind and demanding her return if she had decided to stay. A year and a half would go by quickly, then she'd return to this group-for good.
Having shrugged aside the moment of regret, Karen bent eagerly to her task of trying to make all three cocks shoot off at the same time-in her.
