Many psychologists and sociologists today admit that the standards used to judge prior generations often do not serve as a gauge for contemporary behavioral patterns. They recognize the importance of environment as well as the sometimes dramatic change in values and standards. A homosexual personality, for example, developed in a community with a large number of gay people is often more the product of his or her environment rather than a traumatic psychological condition.
It would be a dangerous oversimplification to think of people as primarily products of their environment, yet environment cannot be ignored as a contributing factor to behavior.
In the area of sexual behavior, our contemporary society seems to be on a wild journey of discovery. This is not to say that any of these sexual behavior patterns that are so popular today are really new. Historians point out that men and women were doing the same things before the Roman Empire was even founded. What is new is public acceptance and/or tolerance of the behavioral patterns.
The result is that people are playing games for which there are no rules. And this is what the author illustrates so vividly.
The McElhaney family embarks on a sensual journey through extra-marital sex, wife-swapping, group sex and incest. Each member of the family has his or her own needs, and although each thinks of the adventure in individual terms, they seem at all times to be a family unit or team. They indulge in groundless fears and impose ridiculous rules upon themselves only to find that their discoveries are more emotionally meaningful than physically satisfying.
Some critics may object to the author's explicit use of eroticism in this novel, but few will challenge the important questions posed in this enjoyable narrative. Today's erotic fiction often deals directly with today's sexual behavior on a fantasy basis, but the reader will find this a realistic portrayal that probes sexual liberation within the family unit. Perhaps it will even provide important and meaningful insight into perplexing problems which plague so many of us today.
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CHAPTER ONE
Janie gasped when she saw the strange redheaded woman unzip her father's pants and take his long, hard thing in her hand while she kissed him on the mouth!
Oh wow! the thirteen-year-old girl thought to herself, if they catch me now they'll really punish me! Fear swept through her and she shivered. It was bad enough being cooped up in the small living room closet her father had converted into a liquor and game storage area. How long had she been here? Janie wondered. Hours! Ever since she was supposed to have left this afternoon to spend the night with her friend Millie.
Once again Janie cautiously placed the tips of her fingers on the louvers in the upper panels of the doors her father had installed on the closet to make it look like a custom built bar. By applying just a tiny bit of pressure with the tips of her fingers, Janie opened the upper louvers enough to give her a perfect view of the living room. Her father was on the couch with the strange redheaded woman. The redhead had Janie's father's pants down around his knees and was holding his rigid penis in her hand as she kissed him on the mouth.
Glancing to the right, Janie saw her mother sitting on the redhead's husband's lap. The young girl's breath caught in her throat when she saw that her mother was stark naked. Her clothes were strewn on the floor near the chair and the man had his hand on her mother's sex!
With the louvers cracked, Janie could hear every sound in the living room. The silence was punctuated with heavy breathing, then the redhead spoke.
"Looking at Grace over there," she said with a light laugh, "it's hard to believe this is your first time swinging."
"We never claimed to be shy or inhibited, Linda," Janie's father replied.
"God, this is a gorgeous cock!" Linda remarked. "How long is it?"
"Ten and a half inches," Janie's mother called from across the room. "And you take good care of it, Linda. I couldn't live without it!" All four adults laughed.
"I can't wait to feel it inside me!" Linda mewed. "And right now I'm dying to taste it! Come Fred, let's get these silly clothes off!"
"Shall we go in the bedroom?" Janie's father asked.
"If you want," Linda replied. "As far as I'm concerned, Fred, the living room's fine. You can fuck me on the couch, on the floor, standing up-however! We like the group scene. It's fun watching your mate making love to someone else while you're balling. You are going to fuck me, aren't you? I mean really fuck me, Fred, darling?"
"You'll know you've been fucked when you go home, Linda!" Grace called from across the room.
"Damned right!" Fred said, attempting to stand up and falling to his knees on the carpet when his legs became tangled in his pants.
"That's why I said we should take our clothes off!" Linda laughed.
Janie pressed the louver shut and tried to still her beating heart! They're going to stay in the living room! You're stuck, she told herself! It will teach you a lesson, Janie McElhaney!
And the language they used! Her mother telling the redhead that she'd know she'd been fucked when she went home! Janie had heard the words before, but never from adults. The girls and boys at school talked like this all the time. Why were these words so exciting when she heard them used by her parents?
The thirteen-year-old girl felt a familiar burning sensation between her legs and tried her best to ignore it. For the last year she had been masturbating fairly regularly, but she always felt a secret sense of guilt when she played with herself.
Why-oh, why had she hidden here?
It all began about three weeks before when Janie overheard her mother and father talking about wife-swapping. It was late at night and she had gotten up to go to the bathroom. When she passed her parents' door, Janie heard them laughing and talking. She stopped for a moment and listened to see what was so funny. At first she really didn't understand what they were talking about. It was when her mother used the term wife-swapping that everything suddenly became very clear!
Janie had remained with her ear glued to the door and she heard her father and mother agree that it would be fun to join some club to meet new couples. The words "somebody new and different from the O'Briens next door" almost made Janie gasp out loud. Had her parents been wife-swapping, or swinging as they called it, with the O'Briens?
From what she heard, Janie couldn't be sure! All she knew was that they were going to join some club to meet new swingers. Four days later, Janie found a club magazine hidden in her father's desk drawer. She read it from cover to cover before her parents came home, and that night she listened carefully at their door when she was supposed to be asleep.
Janie heard her mother ask what they would do about Janie if they had a couple over. Her father replied that they could encourage her to spend the night with one of her friends and even make it sound like it was her idea.
That night Janie had come very close to getting caught listening outside their bedroom door. Her father had jumped up to go to the bathroom and Janie had to make a mad dash down the dark hall for the safety of her room. She decided she wouldn't listen any more.
Then, last week, when her mother suggested that she go to a movie with Millie, Janie became immediately suspicious. She agreed readily, then planned with Millie to trick her parents. She was going to pretend that she went to the movies with Millie while in truth she was going to hide and watch what happened at her own house.
Millie agreed, and Millie was going to join Janie hiding in Janie's house. Thinking about that, Janie thanked God Millie had changed her mind and gone to the movies by herself! What would Millie say if she could see what was going on in the McElhaney living room right now?
Janie smiled to herself. Millie would probably come unglued! She was constantly talking about sex! Most of the girls did, but Millie was the worst!
The thirteen-year-old girl's curiosity could stand it no longer, so she reached out cautiously and opened the louvers a quarter of an inch to see what was happening.
All of them were naked! The redhead had her father's long cock in her mouth. She's giving him a blowjob! Janie said to herself. She'd heard the term used at school a lot. Many of the girls bragged that they gave their dates blowjobs, but Janie had never seen it actually happen before!
The young teenager's eyes fixed in hypnotic fascination on the sight of her father's giant cock sliding in and out of the redhead's mouth. It was so big and thick! Does every man have a penis as long as her father's, Janie wondered?
She glanced across the room to see the size of the other man's prick and her heart jumped into her throat when she saw that her mother was giving the redhead's husband a blowjob too! He was sitting in the overstuffed chair and her mother was kneeling on the floor between his legs. She held his prick in one hand and took it in and out of her throat!
Maybe it's true that all women give men blowjobs! Janie had never been sure in her own mind if the other girls were just bragging or if they actually did suck their dates off.
She concentrated on the size of the other man's penis and smiled to herself when she realized that it wasn't anywhere near as large as her father's!
"That's good head, Grace!" the redhead's husband moaned.
"Christ!" Linda said, pulling her mouth free of Fred's prick. "That ought to be like having a toothpick in your mouth after something like this!"
"Hey, it's time I got a taste of that cunt of yours!" Janie's father said.
"I was beginning to wonder if you had a tongue!" Linda replied.
Janie watched the redhead stretch out on the floor on her back while Fred crawled between her legs. She saw her father reach out to place his hands on the redhead's sex. Then he dipped his head down to her crotch and began licking her pussy with his tongue.
The thirteen-year-old girl remembered Alice Branton talking about this! She claimed one of her dates had taken her panties off and licked her there until she came! At the time, Janie had dismissed it as a big lie on Alice's part. She didn't like Alice because she always made out she was so much more mature than the other girls in their class.
"OH! OOoohhhh!"
Janie forced her eyes away from Linda's crotch to glance at the redhead's face. The expression she saw there left no doubt in the young girl's mind that Linda liked what Janie's father was doing to her! She was in ecstasy!
When Janie glanced over at her mother and the redhead's husband, her breath caught in her throat! They were doing it to each other at the same time! The man was on his back on the carpet and her mother was sitting on his face and leaning down to suck his cock at the same time!
Janie blushed when she had to reach down and touch her own pussy to relieve the incredible itch there. Her cheeks flushed because she couldn't take her eyes away from the louver. She could see her father's pink tongue flashing around between the redhead's legs and it made her own itch burn like a fire between her legs.
"God, you really eat a cunt!" Linda cried, reaching down to put her hands on Fred's head. "I could come like this in no time!"
"Why not?" Fred asked, looking up for a moment and swiping his tongue obscenely across his lips.
Janie found that the crotch of her panties was sopping wet! Even her thighs were moist! Until this moment she hadn't been aware of it, but she was so hot she couldn't stand it! There were even beads of perspiration on her brow!
"I want you to fuck me!" Linda cried with an urgency that brought Janie's eyes back to the louver. "I'm so goddamned hot I can't take it. I want to feel that prick up me!"
"You'll feel it all right!" Grace called from across the room, pumping the man's prick in her hand when she took it out of her mouth.
"That's what she needs, a good reaming!" her husband said, flipping Grace over on her back and crawling between her legs. "And I'm about to show you that size isn't everything, Grace!"
"Ed, I'll bet you're the man who can show me!" Grace moaned as she took his straining prick in her hand and guided it to the entrance to her vagina.
Janie urgently pressed the louvers closed and quickly began pulling her panties down. She lifted her skirt and tugged until she had them around her ankles. Then she stepped out of them and decided to take off the rest of her clothes.
What difference would it make if they caught her naked or dressed? They'd be furious in any case! And it was so hot in the closet! She pulled her blouse over her head and her heart stopped beating for a second when she hit her hand against one of the shelves. Did they hear her? She held her breath for what seemed like an eternity, then decided that they couldn't have heard the sound.
Janie had trouble getting enough room to reach behind her to unhook her bra. She was proud of her breasts. Every morning she admired them in the bathroom mirror. She knew all the girls in her class were envious. At the age of twelve Janie's breasts had already reached full growth. They were full and firm, heavy and round, yet pointed and perched high on her chest.
Secretly she told herself that her nipples were larger than some of her friends' boobs! Millie said that Janie should go braless, but Janie hadn't been able to talk herself into it. Her nipples were so pointed they stuck out clearly in her sweaters. She'd tried them all in front of the mirror.
If only her pussy was as mature as her boobs, she thought wistfully. Although she was slender, Janie had a small pot just above her sex. Millie told her the boys thought it was sexy, but they didn't know how bare her slit was!
Janie reached down and traced her fingers over her wet slit. Just her gentle touch sent tremors running through her pubescent body! With her other hand, the thirteen-year-old girl brushed her fully erect nipples and caressed the firm mounds of her boobs. It felt so good she trembled with excitement!
"OOOOOoooooohhhhh! GOOD GOD!"
The excited cry from the living room brought the young girl's attention back to her hidden observation point through the louvers. She pressed them partially open and almost gasped aloud at the sight that greeted her curious eyes.
The redhead was on her hands and knees and Janie's father was kneeling behind her. Janie could see her father's long, hard prick sticking into the redhead's pussy. The child watched breathlessly as her father slowly shoved his massive piece of rigid flesh into the woman's hole. His balls hung down and swayed with each movement of his hips.
Linda's boobs were also hanging down and Janie was proud to see that her own breasts were bigger than the redheaded adult's! The expression on the redhead's face told the story. Her eyes were bulging and her mouth hung open. The corners of her lips were twisted in a compromise between a smile of ecstasy and a grimace of terror.
"Don't stop!" Linda gasped. "I want that magnificent cock all the way up me, even if it kills meeeee! Yes! Shove it up meeee! Fuck me, Fred!"
The sight of her father's huge shaft worming its way into the woman's body made Janie's juices flood her slit! As she watched with hypnotic fascination, the young girl reached down and began rubbing her slit to relieve the burning itch that was threatening to consume her.
"OOOiiieeeee!"
The cry of delight from the other side of the room brought Janie's eyes to where her mother was flat on her back with the redhead's husband mounted between her legs. Her mother had her legs wrapped around the man's waist and was digging her heels into his bucking buttocks to spur him on. Janie caught glimpses of the man's glistening stem gliding in and out of her mother's hole and the fire between the child's thighs sent flames leaping through her innocent young body.
Unconsciously, Janie's hand began working feverishly inside her sopping wet pussy. Her nipples were so hot and sensitive she almost cried out whenever she touched herself there!
"Is ... is it all the way in?" Linda demanded in a choking voice.
"About halfway," Fred grunted, thrusting with his powerful hips.
"Halfway! Oh God! Ram it to me fast, Fred! I can't stand it like this! I want to feel it all the way up my cunt! Give it to me! AAAAaaaarrrruuuugggghhhh!!!!"
"She asked for it!" Janie heard her mother say with a laugh. "Is he giving it to her Greek style?"
"Greek!" Linda cried. "Good Lord, think of how it would feel to have this up your ass! Yes! We've got to try that!"
"Now?" Fred asked, holding her waist in his hands and jabbing his massive cock deeper and deeper into her womb.
"No! Not now! Now, fuck meeeeee!"
Janie heard her mother groan and glanced over to see the man's hips lunging like pistons as he ran his prick in and out of Grace's vagina. The sounds became blurred, overlapping and mixed. The scene before the young girl's eyes became veiled in a mist. Bodies heaved and ground against each other. Cocks flew into cunts. Boobs swayed and jiggled. Balls bounced and bobbled.
The demands of Janie's own body became paramount and she rubbed her hand between her thighs so vigorously it almost hurt!
The sights and sounds blurred even more as the excitement in the youthful girl's body soared to new heights. Her mother's fists blurred as they beat on the man's back. Her mother's cries mixed with the urgent moans escaping from the redhead's lips.
Then Janie's own muffled, choked cries of delight blended with the animal sounds coming from the living room. Her body trembled and quaked with violent spasms that rippled through her system with tornado force. Her knees weakened, became made of soft rubber, and she felt herself slowly sinking to the floor.
Janie reached out and pressed the louvers closed as she dropped to her knees on the floor. Her body was spent. Her muscles had melted and her lungs ached for air. The young girl allowed her eyes to close for a moment and she relaxed in the sweet darkness of her inner being.
She could hear the voices in the next room. Through the doors she could never catch a complete sentence. Words seemed to detach themselves and hang in the air.
"Fucked..."
"Parties ... Orgies ..."
"Blowjob. .."
"Swingers ... Swingers ... Swinging." The word swinging seemed to punctuate half the sentences like the bell that rings on a typewriter. "Supercock ..."
"Big Dick!"
Janie recognized the redhead's shrill voice and she seemed to continue repeating the words "supercock" and "big Dick."
Would they never go home? Janie had an urgent call to go to the bathroom, but she couldn't leave her hiding place in the closet until the guests had left and her parents were safely in bed!
There was laughter, not forced but real, fun-filled laughter. What was so funny? Janie was tempted to rise and peek out to see what they were laughing at, but she was too tired and spent.
Waiting for them to leave, the thirteen-year-old girl tried to organize how she felt about what she had discovered. At first she had been shocked to see her parents making love to other people, almost complete strangers. Then she asked herself why they shouldn't. Was there any real reason they shouldn't enjoy themselves if they wanted to?
And she did have to admit that what she saw them doing looked like fun. At least there was no doubt in her mind that they enjoyed it!
Suddenly there was a long silence in the other room and Janie wondered if they had left. Then she heard the grunts and groans of bodies crushed together and knew that they were at it again!
She sighed, closed her eyes and fell sound asleep on the floor of the converted closet.
When she awoke, Janie heard her mother and father saying good-bye and the front door closing. She sighed with relief and cautiously pulled herself up. Just as she pressed the louver open to peek her father flicked the switch to turn off the lights in the living room. Janie reached down in the dark and gathered up her clothes as best she could. She waited for a few moments, then opened the door and quietly made her way out of the closet and down the hall to her bedroom.
CHAPTER TWO
"Rough day?" Grace asked as her husband walked wearily into the house.
"Busy as hell," he replied with a sigh. "I'm bushed! Listen, we're going to have to limit these little parties to Friday and Saturday nights! I was so damned tired this morning I could hardly walk!"
"Me too!" Grace sighed. "And my crotch was so sore I kept squirming in my chair all day at work. Mr. Goodman asked me if I was all right several times. But it was fun, wasn't it?"
"Yeah!" he sighed with satisfaction. "Say, how about a drink? I could use one to relax."
"Sure!" Grace replied. "Mix me a gimlet."
Fred McElhaney glanced at his wife as he walked toward the converted closet he used for bar storage. He liked what he saw. Grace is as attractive as the day I met her fifteen years ago, he thought to himself. She's kept herself well. He loved the way she continued to wear her rich brown hair long. It hung in graceful waves well below her slender shoulders and framed her heart-shaped face.
At the age of thirty-five Grace's face and body retained a remarkable youthful quality. Her flesh was smooth and almost completely free of wrinkles. She had gained a little weight, but she wore it well. Her breasts were a little lower than they had been when he met her, yet they were still incredibly firm and pointed. She still reminded him of a slender Maureen O'Hara.
As he opened the louvered door, Fred suddenly remembered something he had found this morning.
"Where's Janie?" he asked, turning back to look at Grace.
"This is her night for Girl Scouts, remember?"
"Oh! Right. I'm glad she isn't home. We need to talk about her."
"Now what?"
"Wait till I mix the drinks," he replied, hating to shout back and forth.
Fred mixed a pitcher of gimlets so he wouldn't have to keep getting up. Then he took two chilled glasses out of the small refrigerator he had installed at the back of the storage closet and brought everything back to the coffee table in front of the couch.
"Ummmm! Mana from heaven!" Grace sighed appreciatively as she sipped the chilled cocktail. "I agree. We've got to party on Friday and Saturday nights. It's too much to face work the next day after a workout like that!"
"I gather you enjoyed last night and want to go on," Fred said as he sipped his drink and settled down next to his wife on the sofa.
"I thought we settled that last night," she said. "Unless you have changed your mind, honey."
"No. Not at all," he said with a smile. "I just wasn't sure that you might not have."
"I still can't get over the way we balled after they left," Grace laughed.
"Just talking about it and thinking about it makes me horny," he laughed. "I guess all swingers do that at first. It's a lot better than before, isn't it?"
"Uh huh," she agreed with a dreamy sigh. Fred's reference was to the fact that several months before they each independently and without the other's knowledge began having extra-marital affairs. What passed even the realm of coincidence was the fact that they were both having affairs with the same married couple-the O'Briens next door!
What began as mild flirtations at a party became torrid moments stolen almost impossibly with next door neighbors. None of the four people involved knew that his or her mate was involved. For that matter, the O'Briens still did not know!
Fred and Grace caught each other through a series of silly circumstances and their marriage was suddenly filled with bitter recriminations and unpleasant strife. Both rattled the specter of divorce like Arabs rattling oil drums at consuming nations, then in a hilarious moment of self-realization recognized how ridiculously silly they were being.
As Fred had put it, if they both desired variety in their sex life, how could one blame the other? And it was at this point that the idea of joining the swinging world had come to them.
At first they simply toyed with the idea. Grace admitted her concern that some woman would take one look at Fred and go all out to take him away from her.
Grace was deeply in love with Fred McElhaney. She had been from the very moment she met him. He was the tall, gay Irishman of her dreams. At six-foot-four Fred towered over everybody. Grace loved his bright red hair, now tinged interestingly with flecks of sand gray, and his impulsive, devil-may-care attitude that seemed to be a part of the Irish makeup.
Although some people laughingly said that Fred McElhaney wore the map of Ireland on his face, Grace thought him among the most handsome men she had ever met. His gray-green eyes seemed to dance with fire and life!
And even though she had read enough erotic books to suspect that her husband was endowed with an above-average sex organ, it was only last night that she had received final confirmation of her suspicion. Linda's appreciation of Fred's cock had warmed Grace's heart.
When they began toying with the idea of swinging, Fred bought and sent off for a number of club magazines. These they read voraciously, learning everything they could. They also went through a number of books about wife-swapping. The argument for swinging that impressed both of them the most was the complete openness of sexual freedom. No more sneaking off to a questionable motel or struggling within the highly confined area of the backseat of a car. No more suffering the pangs of nervous stomach in the fear that the mate would find out.
Swinging was open. Each knew what the other was doing and the chances of emotional involvement were almost nil. Swinging made sex a purely physical experience.
When they finally decided to try it, they joined three clubs and studied the ads carefully. They chose four couples and wrote each a very brief, vague and discrete note. The Jacksons, Linda and Ed, had been the first to reply and a date had been arranged for the night before.
"It was all we imagined it would be, wasn't it?" Fred said, refilling both of their gimlets from the pitcher.
"And then some!" Grace sighed. "Honestly, I never thought it would be so exciting watching you make it with another woman!"
"That surprised me too," Fred laughed. "I was worried that I'd be jealous seeing another man lay you, but instead it was as horny as the devil!"
"You'd better stop talking about it now," Grace laughed, glancing pointedly at the growing bulge in his slacks. "It looks like you're getting a beauty of a hard-on!"
"Doesn't it do anything to you?"
"Sure! I can feel it in my pussy, silly! But don't forget that Janie will be home soon."
"Yeah! Oh, that reminds me! Where was Janie supposed to be last night?"
"At Millie's, why?"
"Let's go at it another way," Fred said, once again filling his gimlet glass. He offered some to Grace, but she shook her head. "What time did I set up the bar yesterday?"
"Late. I remember reminding you to do it," Grace replied. "I suppose it was about five-thirty or six."
"And what time did Janie leave to go over to Millie's?"
"Early. Maybe four or four-thirty. They were going to a movie and they wanted to get in on the student special at five. What's this all about, Fred?"
"How would you react to Janie knowing about what went on last night?"
"Oh, wow! I'd have to think about that one!"
"Well, start thinking!" Fred laughed. "I'm pretty sure she knows. In fact, I think she probably saw everything that took place in this room last night!"
"You can't be serious!" Grace said.
"Look, I spilled the damned peanuts when I was filling the bowl, remember?"
"Yes."
"And I had to get down on the floor of the bar to pick them all up."
"I don't see ..."
"The point is," Fred pressed on, "that I cleaned the floor of the closet last night after Janie had supposedly left. Then why did I find her bra in the middle of the closet floor this morning when I went for some Alka Seltzer?"
"You found her bra?" Grace asked, still unable to grasp what he was trying to tell her.
"That's right. It's still there, as a matter of fact. I put it on the shelf above the glasses."
Automatically, Grace left the sofa and walked quickly over to the bar. She opened the louvered door and reached up on the shelf to take her thirteen-year-old daughter's bra down and hold it in her hand.
"Close the door and stand inside and open the louvers," Fred called from across the room.
Grace did as he asked and gasped when she realized that through the louvers anybody hidden in the closet had a complete view of the entire living room. She snapped them shut and came out to rejoin her husband on the couch.
"Could you see?" he asked.
"Everything!" she replied. "But how do you know she was there watching?"
"If her bra wasn't there at five-thirty yesterday but was this morning, how did it get there? I think she was there all the time."
"I think I need another drink!" Grace said.
"Here, finish this and I'll make a fresh batch."
Grace sipped her gimlet and stared into space pensively while Fred mixed the vodka and lime juice for another pitcher full of cocktails.
"We faced this before we began," Fred remarked as he poured them both gimlets in freshly chilled glasses. "Remember?"
"We said we wouldn't lie about it to her or try to pretend we were holier than thou," Grace replied. "Sure, I remember. But, my God, Fred, we didn't think it would happen like this!"
"Or this soon, I agree," Fred sighed. "But I think we'd better face the fact that it has happened. You have always said that you didn't want Janie to grow up with all the silly restrictions about sex."
"Thank God I started her on the Pill when she began having the curse this year!" Grace sighed. "Just what in the hell are we supposed to do now, Fred?"
"For the moment, nothing," Fred replied with a smile. "I think we should let her bring it up."
"Lord, Fred, that's something like the conspiracy of silence you and I detest!"
"Not really. We'll give her plenty of openings, but let her bring it up."
"And if she doesn't?"
"Then we'll have to bring it out in the open ourselves, I suppose," Fred sighed.
"We can't very well hide it, can we? Especially if we intend to go on swinging."
"Not very well," Fred agreed.
"Fred, what if . .. what if Janie wants to swing with us?"
"That thought crossed my mind, honey, and I honestly don't know. It might be the best thing that could happen, for all of our sakes, but I swear I don't know how we'll handle it."
They sat in silence for a long moment, each sipping their drink and searching their conscience.
"You know that you've got me tighter than a tick, don't you?" Grace laughed after a few moments. "And you know what liquor does to me. I'm horny, Fred McElhaney. Why don't you take me to bed and fuck me silly!"
CHAPTER THREE
"Hey, did you see Marsha in Bill Lawson's Vega?" Millie asked excitedly. "They're going steady now."
"I wonder what he sees in her?" Janie replied as she and Millie walked home from Scout meeting. "She's four years younger than he is!"
"She goes down on him," Millie said matter of factly.
"Who told you that?" Janie demanded.
"She did."
"Marsha?"
"Sure! You haven't been around her much lately. She's really changed."
"She used to be afraid of her own shadow," Janie remarked none too kindly.
"Well, she's not anymore!" Millie laughed. Ever since she dated Mike Moran, she's been a different person. I think he taught her all about sex."
"Did she tell you that?"
"No, but it makes sense," Millie said confidently. "Everybody knows Mike is a big lover. They went together for almost five months. Now she's dating Bill Lawson. And you know what the .girls say about him!"
"That he's yummy, and I agree!" Janie laughed.
"Well, you know he doesn't date girls who don't put out!"
"I wouldn't mind dating Bill Lawson!" Janie giggled.
"Would you put out for him?" Millie asked eagerly. "Would you go down on him? I would!"
"You wouldn't know how!" Janie laughed.
"Neither would you!" Millie said defensively.
"I would if I knew how," Janie replied. "I'll bet he'd show me."
"Maybe," Millie replied. "But a boy like Bill Lawson wants girls who know how and can even teach him a thing or two. He wouldn't stick with dummies like us very long!"
"You're probably right," Janie sighed.
"If I tell you something," Millie said, slowing to a halt and speaking in what she considered a very confidential voice, "will you promise never to tell anybody?"
"Sure," Janie said, eagerly anticipating a juicy secret.
"Well," Millie began, "I went out with Chuck Martin last night."
"You were supposed to be at a movie with me!" Janie said quickly.
"What I meant was that I met Chuck at the movie," Millie said, correcting her story. "I sat next to him and he put his arm around me. Then he let his hand slide down to touch my breast!"
"Is that all?" Janie asked a little impatiently.
"Of course not!" Millie said with a certain amount of offense. "Later on, he took my hand and put it in his lap. He put it right on top of his prick and it was as hard as a rock! I left it there and I even rubbed it a little. He moaned a lot and then his pants became damp. I think I sort of jacked him off, Janie!"
Janie smiled, thankful the street was dark so her friend couldn't see the expression on her face. At any other time Millie's story would have been exciting. But after what Janie had seen the night before, Millie's story sounded like immature child's play!
At the corner of Ash and Caspian Streets, Millie and Janie split to go to their respective homes. Janie was glad to have the two blocks alone to think. She had hardly slept last night! When she finally managed to escape from her concealed place in the closet, she had run to her room and put on her robe to go to the bathroom. And when she walked past her parents' door she had heard them hard at it in sex. By now the sounds were familiar to the young girl and there was no doubt that her father and mother were balling last night after their hours long orgy with Linda and Ed!
She wondered if her parents were secretly sex maniacs? She had to laugh at that thought now. Everybody was a sex maniac. Look at Marsha, and even her closest friend Millie!
And what about you? she asked herself. How many times have you played with yourself? And didn't you just tell Millie that you'd suck Bill Lawson's cock if you knew how? And last night didn't you lay awake wondering how you'd ever learn all about sex?
As she approached the house, Janie was surprised to find all the lights on. It was almost ten o'clock and her parents were almost always in bed by this time. She took a deep breath. Janie wasn't anxious to see them tonight, but she could see movement in the living room and knew that they were up.
"Hi!" she greeted brightly as she walked in the front door.
"Oh, Janie!" Grace said. "I'm so glad you're home, honey."
"Hey, where are you going?" Janie asked in near panic as she suddenly realized that her mother was dressed in her best knit suit. Her eyes took in the suitcase on the floor and her heart almost stopped beating. Were they suddenly going to split up, get a divorce? What would happen to her?
"We received a call about half an hour ago, Janie," Fred explained as he picked up the suitcase and started for the door. "Your Aunt Ruth is in the hospital and not expected to live."
"I'm catching the next plane for Spokane, darling," Grace said. "Want to ride to the airport with us to see me off?"
"Sure!" Janie said, her heart fluttering with relief. "What's the matter with Aunt Ruth?"
"Heart attack," Fred explained as they all piled into the Ford station wagon.
"The doctors say it's a serious one," Grace added. "They doubt she'll survive it."
"Of course she's had two before this one," Fred added, "and she's survived both of those."
"But she's so terribly overweight!" Grace commented. "The doctors have warned her again and again."
"How long will you be gone, Mom?"
"Honey, I really don't know," Grace replied with a sigh. "Fred, don't forget to call my office and tell them why I'm not there."
"I won't."
"And those other. .. other appointments we made."
"I'll handle everything, darling," Fred replied with a smile. "And Janie and I'll take good care of the house, won't we, Janie?"
"Sure. I'll even cook for us!"
"Since when do you know how to cook?" Grace asked with a laugh.
"I'm working on my homemaker's merit badge in Scouts," Janie replied defensively.
"Well, don't practice too much on your poor father," Grace said with a chuckle.
"How can I learn if I don't practice? Honestly!"
"You can practice on me anytime!" Fred replied. "Christ, with this traffic you'll be lucky to make the eleven-thirty flight!"
"We're there, aren't we?" Grace asked.
"Almost. That's the off-ramp up ahead, but we'll still have to find a place to park."
"Fred, don't bother parking," Grace said, placing her hand affectionately on his arm. "You're tired. You two get home and get some rest. I'll just barely have time to check in. Pull up in front of the terminal and we'll kiss good-bye, darling."
A glance at his watch told Fred that she was right. They parked in the loading zone, gave a porter her suitcase and then kissed good-bye. They watched her walk up to the airline counter and turn to wave. Fred started the car and Janie quickly changed to the front seat for the ride home.
"Do you think Aunt Ruth will live?" Janie asked as they pulled back on the freeway.
"From what the doctor told your mother on the phone," Fred replied, "it looks doubtful, Cricket."
Janie was glad to hear him call her by his favorite pet name. She had never liked Jane and she insisted that all her friends call her Janie. Only her father and mother called her Cricket. Fred said that Janie reminded him of Connie Stevens when she was young and played the part of Cricket on a TV series. Grace always laughed at that, pointing out that Connie Stevens had golden blonde hair while Janie's was a rich strawberry blonde.
"Then Mom will have to stay for the funeral?"
"I guess so."
"How long is that?"
"A few days, I suppose. Don't worry, Cricket, we'll get along fine."
"Oh, I wasn't worried at all!" Janie replied, sucking in her breath to gather courage for what she was about to say. "I was just wondering what you'd do about the swingers you'd made dates with, that's all."
Fred was silent for a long moment, pretending to concentrate on the highway as he drove toward their house.
"You were hidden behind the door of the bar last night, weren't you?"
"How'd you know?"
"I found your bra on the floor this morning."
"Oh!"
"Get a little warm in there last night, Cricket?" Fred asked his daughter with a chuckle.
"Not as warm as it was in the living room!" she shot back with a giggle.
"But hot enough that you had to take your clothes off and play with yourself," Fred returned.
"So?" Janie asked a little defiantly.
"Nothing," Fred laughed.
"You just passed our exit!" Janie laughed.
"What? Damn it! Now we'll have to take Santa Clara and wind back!"
"How come it rattles you to talk about sex with me?" she giggled. "Your tongue sure wasn't tied last night with that Linda."
"It doesn't rattle me!" Fred said defensively, when in truth he had to admit that it hassled the hell out of him. "I just wasn't paying attention to the exits, that's all."
"Can we talk ... about sex?" Janie asked.
"Sure, if you want," he replied. "But first let me get us on Spruce Street before I screw up again."
Fred swung off on the Santa Clara Street exit and pretended to concentrate on taking the right turns as they wound their way back to Spruce Street. Every time they passed under a street light he glanced over at his daughter. She was sitting there with her skirt hiked halfway up her well rounded thighs and her big tits sticking straight out in her Scout blouse. Fred had been very aware of his daughter's development over the past year. She was rapidly blossoming into one hell of a sexy woman! This awareness made it all the more uncomfortable for him to discuss sex with her. Why couldn't she wait until Grace got back?
Fred was also aware of a dull headache beginning in his temples. He'd had too many gimlets earlier and he was getting a slight hangover already. That's easily cured, he told himself, with a drink when he got home.
"Well, we're just about there," he announced as they pulled onto Spruce Street.
Janie turned to him with what Millie called her haunting smile.
"Good," she said softly.
Fred pulled into the driveway and parked. They climbed out and let themselves into the empty house.
"We left every damned light in the house on!" he remarked as they walked into the living room. "I'm going to fix myself a drink. Want a Coke?"
"Could I. .. could I try a drink?" Janie asked.
"Sure," Fred said. They'd offered her alcohol before, but she'd always refused. Both he and Grace agreed that they would never deny it to her and force her to sneak off to drink with friends. "What would you like?"
"Whatever you're having," she said in a voice that reminded him exactly of her mother's standard reply.
"How about a gimlet?" he asked, already making a small pitcher full.
"Fine," the thirteen-year-old girl replied, walking over to stand near the door to the bar area. "Is that where you found my bra?" she asked devilishly.
"On the floor," he responded. "I'm surprised you didn't miss it."
"I'm going braless today," she said, jutting her chest out toward him. "How do I look?"
"Uh, great!" he replied, glancing only briefly at her voluptuous chest. "Here. Hope you like it."
Fred watched her take a sip. She held the liquid in her mouth, savored it carefully, then swallowed with satisfaction.
"I like it!" she said, her surprise obvious in her voice.
"Good," Fred remarked as he walked across the living room and sat down comfortable on the couch. Janie stood where she was for a moment, then seemed to make a decision and came walking over to sit near him on the sofa.
"Did you know I was behind the door last night?" she asked.
"No," he returned with a smile. "I knew it when I found your bra this morning. Did you get an eyeful?"
"Yes," Janie responded with a giggle. "And?" her father prompted. "And what?"
"What did you think of what you saw?"
"I think it surprised me at first. Then I was curious. It looked like fun. Was it?"
"Sure!" Fred replied a little uneasily. "Did it bother you, Cricket?"
"It made me hot, if that's what you mean," she laughed.
"Look, Cricket, let's stop playing games," Fred remarked with a deep sigh. "You saw your mother and me balling another couple last night. Now you're bound to have some reaction. Does it hassle you?"
"Not really," she replied slowly. "I suppose it worried me that maybe you two weren't in love anymore. But that's not it, is it?"
"No, Cricket," Fred replied. "That's not it at all. Your mother and I love each other very much. We just accept sex as a physical joy that can be enjoyed without getting involved in an emotional tangle. I don't know if you can understand that."
"I think I can," she replied. "Can I have another drink?"
"Sure," he responded, refilling her glass from the pitcher. "It will help us both relax."
"Thanks. In a way I feel like we're talking in Greek."
"Greek?"
"Well, I don't understand Greek," Janie laughed, "and I'm not much better when it comes to talking sex. It's time I learned, but I don't know how or where! Tonight, Millie told me that Marsha's going down on Bill Lawson. I know that means that she's sucking his cock, but I haven't the faintest idea how to do it or even what it's like."
"Do many of the girls in your class go down on boys?" Fred asked, nervously draining his glass and quickly refilling it. He noticed that Janie had also finished hers and he poured some more gimlet in her glass.
"Some of them, I guess. Is it wrong to do that?"
"Well, not if they want to do it," Fred said. "You see, your mother and I have always felt that most of the restrictions on sex are so much bullshit. As long as people want to do something, and as long as they don't hurt anybody else, then it should be all right."
"Right on!" Janie giggled, her head suddenly very light with the alcohol she had consumed. She had to force herself to stop giggling. Everything was so funny all of a sudden. She was getting drunk!
"I gather that you're still a virgin?" Fred asked. "Sure. But I don't want to be anymore!" she added. "Why?"
"I... I want to enjoy myself. Why shouldn't I? I'm better developed than that redhead you balled last night! Did you know that? Here, look at my breasts!"
Before Fred could say a thing, Janie leaned forward, unbuttoned her Scout blouse and bared her full chest at him. - "Linda's weren't near as good as mine, were they?"
"No, Cricket," Fred said a little awkwardly as he watched her finish slipping her blouse off to sit next to him naked from the waist up.
Fred's head was swimming! He knew that he had put away the better part of a fifth of vodka during the evening and he was as high as hell! The thirty-seven-year-old man was also terrible conscious of his thirteen-year-old daughter's charms. Try as he might, he could hardly move his eyes away from her incredible tits! God, she was built!
"You're getting one hell of a figure!" he commented softly.
"From what Linda said last night, you're pretty well built yourself!" Janie remarked with a laugh.
"You say a man's well hung, not well built, Cricket," he laughed.
"Well, you're well hung, then!" she giggled. "See, it's growing right now! You must be uncomfortable."
Fred was aware of his straining hard-on pressing against his slacks. It was in fact damned uncomfortable!
"Why don't we take our clothes off and be comfortable?" Janie suggested, standing to slip out of her loafers and pull her skirt and panties down. She almost lost her balance and braced herself on the arm of the sofa and giggled.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I think I'm getting drunk!" she laughed as she plopped back down on the couch stark naked.
"It won't hurt either one of us," Fred replied, his eyes feasting on the naked flesh of his gorgeous, young daughter. His eyes took in the lovely V where her full thighs met and he felt his pulse quicken. She had hardly any pubic hair! Her cunt was completely exposed to his gaze and the slender lips of her pussy glistened with beads of moisture.
"Daddy! Look at your pants! Come on, take your clothes off. I saw your prick last night, remember?"
Fred McElhaney shook his head to clear his mind. He was really zonked! Fred couldn't remember being this high in a long time! And Cricket was right. He didn't have anything to hide from her. Hell, she was his daughter. And she'd seen it all last night. Christ, she'd seen the redhead sucking his cock and she'd seen him screwing the gal!
Fred began unbuttoning his shirt. At first, his fingers were awkward and slow, but when he put his mind to it he finally managed to get his shirt open. Then he unbuckled his pants and pulled his zipper down.
Janie made no attempt to hide the fact that she was staring at her father's crotch. She was waiting breathlessly to see his magnificent prick up close!
When he struggled to his feet, he began swaying and she had to offer him her hand to balance himself while he pulled his shirt off and dropped his pants and shorts.
"OH!"
Janie couldn't help it. She gasped when his huge, thick prick seemed to jump out at her from his shorts. It was so long and thick!
"Scare you?" he asked with a laugh.
"No. It's. .. it's beautiful!" she replied softly. "Is it... is it really ten and a half inches long?"
"Get a ruler, if you don't believe it," he bragged.
"Can I measure it?" she asked eagerly.
"Sure. You go get a ruler and I'll make us another drink. You want another gimlet?"
"Yes," she giggled, jumping up and skipping across the living room to go for her ruler.
Fred shook his head as he watched his daughter skip out of the room. Her tits jiggled and bounced as she ran and he felt his balls tingle. On unsteady legs he walked over to the bar and mixed another pitcher of gimlets, finishing the last fifth of vodka in the house.
He was refilling their glasses when Janie ran back into the living room carrying a wooden ruler. He laughed and sat down on the sofa.
"I wanted to measure it!" she complained.
"I don't have to be standing, do I?" he said, taking a long swallow from his drink. "You can measure it right here."
"Okay!" she replied eagerly, dropping down beside him on the couch. "Spread your legs," she suggested.
Fred opened his thighs so that his rigid cock stuck straight up in the air.
"Where do I measure from?"
"From base to peak, Cricket."
With trembling hands the thirteen-year-old girl brought the ruler to her father's massive prick. She placed the end of the ruler against his swollen balls and then laid the wood flat against his throbbing masculinity.
"Look, it's longer than the ruler!" she exclaimed.
"That's because you're down too far on my balls. Do it on this side, silly."
Janie giggled and moved the ruler to the other side of his penis. She dug the tip of the ruler into his thick, bushy pubic hair and once again laid the wood against the straining shaft of her father's cock.
"Let's see," she said, leaning down to read the ruler, "This way it's over eleven inches long!"
"Must have grown!" he laughed a little drunkenly.
Janie was fascinated with her father's sex organ! The skin on his shaft was smooth except for the ridges of the dark blue veins that bulged along the surface. The head was huge and swollen, like an oddly shaped balloon. It was sort of bright pink and there were beads of moisture clinging to it.
Her fingers brushed against the hot surface of his excited organ as she removed the ruler, but she made no effort to break the contact. She wanted to feel it and she boldly took the opportunity.
"It's so hard!" she cried as she took it in her warm hand.
"Sitting next to a beautiful girl like you with tits like those," he laughed, "what did you expect?"
"And I can feel your heart beating!" she cried excitedly when she detected his pulse running along the ropelike veins.
"Haven't you ever felt a man's prick before, Cricket?" Fred asked, wishing his goddamn words wouldn't slur like that.
"No."
"You mean that you haven't ever had your hand in a boy's lap?" he demanded. "How do you expect to learn about sex if you don't practice?"
"I... I.. . uh ... Will you teach me? Please! Oh, please, daddy!"
"What... what is it you want to learn?" he asked in a heavy voice.
"How to jack a man off," she replied excitedly. "And how to go down on a man. If I know how, then I won't be afraid to try it with boys!"
"Well..." he began nervously. Something deep in his subconscious was screaming to penetrate the alcoholic veil surrounding his brain, but Fred paid it no heed. What can it hurt to teach her a little, he asked himself? She's got her hand on my prick already! And God does it feel good!
"Oh, please! Please, daddy!" the thirteen-year-old girl pleaded, holding onto his rigid rod tightly.
"Maybe a little," he said, "providing you stop calling me daddy, Cricket."
"Can I call you what Linda called you?" she laughed.
"What?"
"Supercock!"
"Well, not in public!" he laughed.
"Why? If a man has a cock like this he should be proud of it! Teach me how to jack a man off! What do I do?"
"You can start by wrapping your fingers around it," he laughed.
"They won't fit! It's too big!"
"Use both hands," he suggested. Janie took his huge shaft in both of her hands. "Like this?"
"That's better! Now move your hands up and down. No, no! Hold on tight and move them up and down so that the skin moves."
"Like this?"
"Ummm! That's it! Oh hell, yes, that's it!" Janie pumped her hands up and down his thick, throbbing shaft gaily. "Is this all there is to it?"
"You just keep moving it faster and faster until the man comes," he moaned, his balls rumbling in his ears as he watched his darling naked daughter with her budding body pump his cock in her warm little hands.
"Then what happens?" she asked excitedly, pumping him faster and faster.
"The man .. . comes! Christ, that's good! He shoots his load, that's what happens! Jesus, Cricket!"
"What's the matter?"
"You're going to make me come like that!"
"Wait!" she cried, stopping the pumping motion of her hands.
"Why .. . why .. . why in the hell did you stop!" he groaned.
"You said you were going to come, whatever that is, and I want you to teach me how to go down on a man first," she replied innocently.
"Well now, I'm not so sure we ..." he began.
"I saw Linda do it last night!" Janie cried. "And I saw Mom do it to the other man. All you do is take it in your mouth!"
The pretty young girl dropped her head into her father's lap and brought her lips to the swollen bulb at the end of his shaft. What she had seen Linda and her mother do looked easy! Janie opened her mouth wide and placed her tender young lips around the pink, pulsing head of his prick.
Her senses were already reeling from the alcohol in her system, but she experienced two new sensations almost simultaneously. First there was the strong aroma of her father's sex. It was almost like vinegar! Secondly, she felt the flavor of his sex organ explode on her taste buds. It not only smelled like vinegar, it tasted like it! Vinegar with lots of salt! For a moment, the innocent young virgin wasn't sure that she liked either of these new sensations. Then, as she grew used to them, she found them exciting! She could feel her nipples growing hard and the juices flowing even more freely in her slit.
But what had looked so easy when Linda or her mother did it, wasn't at all easy for Janie! She was having a very difficult time getting her jaws opened wide enough to admit his thick, surging penis into her mouth. Her jaw muscles ached until tears welled in her pretty young eyes!
Janie had always been a stubborn and determined child and the alcohol only made her more so. She wouldn't give up! She willed her jaws apart and slowly slid her velvety lips down his massive prick.
"Cricket. .." Fred started to protest. Playing with his cock in her hand was one thing. Sucking it was something else! She was his daughter, his flesh and blood, for Christ's sake!
His protest died there as Janie managed to force her jaws wide enough apart to take his cockhead completely in her hot little mouth. He could feel her swirling her cute little tongue all around his swollen bulb and her lips had slipped into the ridge beneath.
"Damn!" he moaned, placing his hand on her silky strawberry blonde hair.
Janie remembered how Linda had taken it all the way into her throat. How could she do it? It was so big and so very thick! She felt like she had stuffed a huge piece of rare roast beef into her mouth, a piece too big to chew and too big to swallow whole! The corners of her lips felt like they were split and bleeding.
"Draw it into your mouth, darling!" he urged, pressing down on top of her head.
Janie inhaled through her nostrils to fill her lungs, then really tried. She slowly worked her lips down his throbbing shaft. The weight of his prick was crushing her tongue, but she found it very exciting. It was doubly exciting when he moaned and groaned with pleasure!
It seemed to take an eternity to work her lips all the way to the base of his shaft, but she finally made it! The swollen, pulsing head of his prick was imbedded in the entrance to her throat and her mouth was completely stuffed, but she made it!
"God that's good, Cricket!" he moaned. "Now move it in and out-sort of like the way you did it with your hands! Yes! YES! That's it!"
The thirteen-year-old girl was thrilled when she felt his body respond! She could feel his pulse beating faster in the thick veins along the stem of his prick. His breath was coming faster too! And his muscles were trembling in his legs and his tummy.
Janie moved her mouth up and down the length of his straining stalk. Her lips clung to the bulging veins and she occasionally scraped her teeth over the pulsating flesh near the base of the swollen head.
"AAAaahh!" he gasped, holding her darling head in his hands and jerking his hips to send his raging, surging prick to the depths of her lovely mouth. He stared down at his crotch, delighting in the sight of his thick trunk spearing his daughter's gorgeous young face. Her lips were pressed so tight they had turned almost white. Her nostrils were flared wide apart as she breathed through her pert little nose. And his thick pole dominated her entire face!
"Jesus, Cricket, that's so good!"
Janie looked lovingly up into her handsome father's eyes as he writhed beneath her strained mouth. Sucking cock wasn't at all comfortable for the girl, Janie decided, but it was one of the most thrilling things she had ever done in her life! His huge cock felt like a part of her body. And he was moaning and writhing all because of what she was doing to him!
No wonder girls who sucked their dates never had any trouble dating the most popular, best looking boys. A girl could control a boy absolutely by sucking his cock.
Fred McElhaney felt like the top of his head was about to come off! When he looked down and found her loving eyes staring directly into his while she took his aching prick to the depths of her throat, Fred couldn't hold back a moment longer! His balls roared and erupted.
The surprised look in her eyes! A moment before they were brimming with love. Now they registered shock and dismay!
Janie didn't know what to do! Suddenly his prick had expanded and exploded in her mouth. He was flooding her throat with his hot cream and it was trickling down into her tummy. She wanted to take his cock out of her mouth, but she couldn't! He was holding her head pressed firmly against his crotch with his cock sunk into her throat.
For a moment she tried not to swallow and her mouth suddenly became flooded with his juice. She could even feel it oozing out of the corners of her lips! Janie forced herself to swallow, and she continued swallowing until the flood was over.
"Was... was it good for you?" she asked in a soft voice as she used her arm to wipe the corners of her mouth after she had withdrawn her lips from his spent organ.
"Good? Darlin', that was fantastic!" Fred said in a somewhat blurred imitation of his own mild Irish brogue.
"Is that what they call a blowjob?" she asked, her voice and face brightening a little in his praise.
"Cricket, that was almost too good to be called a mere blowjob! You really drained my nuts, sweetheart."
"I know!"
"Did you mind my coming in your mouth, Cricket?"
"It surprised me," she admitted with a smile. "That was my first time and I didn't know what to expect. No, I didn't really mind. In fact, I think I sort of liked it. Was I good doing it?"
"With practice, Cricket, you could be the best!"
"Really?"
"Really, darlin'. Did you get hot doing it?"
"Yes .. . yes!" she admitted.
"Would you like me to make you come?"
"Yes!"
"Any special way?"
"Yes!" she said quickly. "How?"
"What you did to Linda last night," she said immediately.
"I did a lot to Linda last night, Cricket."
"You ... you blew her!"
"Oh, you mean when I ate her cunt!"
"Yes! Is that what they mean when they say that there are two ways a man can kiss a girl?"
"Well, I've never heard it put just like that before," he admitted with a laugh, "but I suppose it must be."
"Is it fun for the girl?"
"How did Linda react last night?" he asked with a broad smile.
"She really liked it."
"Well, why don't we find out if my little Cricket likes her pussy licked? Stretch out here on the couch on your back."
"On the floor!" she said quickly.
"Why?"
"Just like you did it to Linda."
Janie slid off the sofa onto the carpet and crawled around the coffee table to stretch out on her back.
Fred watched her moving around the floor and felt a burning sensation in the depths of his testicles. Her round little ass was one of the most appealing sights he'd ever seen! And he loved the way her full tits bobbed and jiggled as she moved.
"Well?" Janie said impatiently as he remained sitting on the couch staring at her. She loved the lust in his eyes!
Fred looked into her eyes, then slowly slid off the couch to crawl on his hands and knees over to where she was stretched out on the carpet. Janie loved to watch his long, trunk like penis swaying between his thighs as he moved. Even limp it seemed to radiate power and masculinity!
"Spread your legs, Cricket."
Janie opened her thighs and spread her legs wide apart. Her heart seemed to double its beat while she watched him crawl between her legs on his knees. He was staring down into her crotch and when his tongue made an obscene swipe around his lips Janie felt little fires ignite throughout her body.
The thirteen-year-old girl trembled when her father brought his hands to her pussy. His touch sent thrilling charges racing through her veins. He spread the lips of her slit like a bee pushing back the petals of a rose in search of the nectar. Then she saw him dip his head down to bring his mouth to her crotch.
"OH! OOoooooohhhhh! OH!"
The moment his tongue slid between the tender lips of her cunt there was a sensation of spontaneous combustion in her innocent body! It was as if her skin had suddenly been swept with an intense brush fire.
"Feel good?" Fred asked, holding his mouth pressed against his young daughter's pussy as he spoke.
"Yes!" she moaned, her body beginning to squirm beneath the excitement his mouth was creating at her crotch.
"AAAaahhh!" Janie groaned when he flattened his tongue and ran it the length of her slit from her puckered asshole to her clitoris. Insolently, he dipped the point of his tongue inside her two virginal holes. Then, when he concentrated on that supersensitive button near the top of her slit and began flicking it relentlessly back and forth, Janie's inexperienced young body was flooded with joy. It ran in rivers with huge waves of passion that seemed to almost drown her as they coursed through her.
"OOoooohhh! Yes! I... I like that! Yes, that! OH, WOW!"
Fred smiled to himself as his young daughter became so excited her entire body trembled and quaked beneath his caressing tongue. Licking her virginal slit was also exciting him, even though she had drained his balls dry in her sweet mouth just moments ago! Her lack of pubic hair was both novel and thrilling. Even more exciting was the fact that Janie's secretion of fluids was copious. She had what some men called a "wet cunt." He could no sooner lick it dry and her slit was sopping wet again!
Janie's also possessed her mother's long clitoris. Instead of a small bump at the top of her slit like so many women had, Janie's clitoris was a piece of flesh almost three-quarters of an inch long. It was erect and quivering like a man's penis and Fred sucked on it the way Grace loved to have him eat her.
"OH! That's .. .so . .. good! OOoooohhh!" Janie's body was completely out of control now. She was hotter than she'd ever been in her life before, even last night! Her eyes were fixed on her father's handsome face buried between her thighs. She could actually see his pink tongue flashing and dashing about in her sex! She'd watch it aim for her clitoris, then feel the shock waves course through her body as contact was made.
"I.. . I'm . .. going ... to . .. explode!" she gasped.
"Do it!" Fred said. "Come, Cricket! I want you to come on my tongue. Come in my face!"
Janie's screams of joy bounced off the walls and hung suspended in the air above their naked bodies on the floor. Her hips jerked and arched upward to grind her crotch against his loving, hungry mouth while earthquake tremors ripped through her body in the form of violent spasms. She pounded her small fists against the rug and clenched her teeth in the face of this intense climax that gripped her virginal young body.
Then her body suddenly collapsed in complete exhaustion, both her passion and energy spent.
"Fun?" Fred asked his daughter as he slowly withdrew his dripping wet mouth from her steaming slit.
"I.. . There ... It... I never knew it could be like that!" she stuttered. "Oh, wow!"
"I'm glad it was good," Fred smiled.
"Good! Like you said, it was fantastic!" Janie said, regaining her energy enough to pull herself up into a sitting position. "Is ... is it better fucking?"
"Some women think fucking is twice or three times as good," Fred laughed.
"How could it be!" Janie sighed. "I mean, how could a girl live through it if it was twice as good as what I just had?"
"Do you know it's after two o'clock, Cricket?" Fred said as he glanced at his watch. "We'd better hit the sack."
"You may have to carry me," she laughed. "I'm not sure I can walk! Can I sleep with you? Please?"
"Well..." Fred hesitated for a moment. "Okay, this time I suppose it's okay. Come on!"
CHAPTER FIVE
The rude clanging of the telephone finally penetrated Fred's near somnambulistic sleep. Groggy, eyes completely out of focus and head pounding mercilessly, he groped around and finally found the telephone on the nightstand.
"Hello?"
"Fred! Is that you, Fred?"
Even in the near disaster state of his mind and body Fred recognized Grace's voice.
"Hi, sweetheart," he said into the mouthpiece.
"Hi, yourself! My, you're the original sleepy head grouch this morning. It's after eight, darling. You're due at work in twenty minutes."
"Christ, I overslept!"
"Obviously. I have sad news, dear. My sister died this morning."
"I'm sorry to hear that, sweetheart. When?"
"About an hour ago. She passed on in her sleep."
"Thank heavens for that."
"Yes. At least she didn't linger to suffer. Her attack left her paralyzed on the right side, so she'd have suffered if she'd survived."
"When is the funeral?" Fred asked, wishing to hell his damned brain would start functioning!
"We wanted to have it Sunday, but at the moment it looks like it will have to be Monday. Everything is booked on Sunday."
"Want me to come up?"
"I don't think it's necessary, sweetheart. You hardly knew Ruth. And you'd have to do something about Janie. It's just a lot of unnecessary expense. We've always said we'd rather spend it on the living, remember?"
"Sure," Fred replied, wondering why his brain was limited to monosyllable replies.
"How's Janie?"
"Fine," Fred responded automatically. He glanced over to see his thirteen-year-old daughter sitting up in bed beside him, her lovely tits bare before his eyes.
"Good. I'd better let you get cracking. You're late for work already. I'll call again tonight or tomorrow morning when all the plans are made. With any luck, I'll be home Monday night late."
"We miss you," Fred said, a guilty feeling sweeping through his system as he looked at their daughter in bed with him.
"Miss you both. Bye, bye!"
"Was that Mom?" Janie asked, holding her hand to her head.
"Uh-huh," Fred replied, staring a little dumbly at the wall.
"When will she be home?"
"Monday. After the funeral."
"Oh! Gee, I sure don't feel very good!"
"What's the matter?" Fred asked.
"My head! It's splitting! And my stomach's a little queasy."
"Me too," Fred sighed. "Cricket, we have what might well be record breaking hangovers."
"Do I have to go to school? It's Friday."
"I don't think you should go to school with a hangover. Not at the tender age of thirteen."
"What's my age have to do with it?" she asked defensively.
"There's only one cure for this," he sighed, cautiously pulling himself out of bed and holding his head in pain as movement sent the hammers racing in his skull. "A bloody Mary."
"Can I have one?" Janie asked. "Okay. I'll mix them. You stay here. Moving is no fun!"
Fred made his way to the kitchen, each step ringing a brass gong in his head. He cursed as he searched for the can of tomato juice he remembered seeing somewhere. Then, when he at last found that, he began searching all over again for the worstershire sauce.
In the bar he poured the remainder of the gin bottle in the pitcher, added tomato juice and sauce, then doused it with salt and pepper before stirring. Carrying the pitcher and two glasses, he made his way back to the bedroom.
Janie remained as still as possible. Every time she moved, pain shot through her like angry rockets! She saw her father walk through the door and her eyes fixed on his limp penis swaying from his crotch like an elephant's trunk. How she loved to watch his prick! If she didn't feel so bad she'd reach out and take it in her hand to kiss it!
"Here, get this down and you'll feel better."
"Tomato juice?"
'Tomato juice and a few other things." Janie watched him drain the tall glass in one long series of swallows and she imitated his action. "Holy cow, what was in that?" she asked as it burned in her tummy. "A hair of the dog."
"What?"
"A little booze, Cricket. It's the only way I know to cure a hangover like we've got."
"You get drunk to cure a hangover?"
"No," Fred laughed. "God, don't even mention getting drunk! You just take a shot or two to ... well, hell, I don't know what it does, but it works!"
"It does! I feel better already!" Janie said. "My stomach has stopped tumbling like a cement mixer."
Fred remained standing beside the bed gazing down at his pretty thirteen-year-old daughter's naked body. The covers were down and her crotch as well as her tits was completely visible. No one would ever believe she's only thirteen, he said to himself as his eyes once again feasted on her firm breasts.
"My head feels better now," she said, "but I'm almost afraid to move! Are you going to work?"
"I'm debating it right now," he laughed.
Fred was an independent building contractor and owned his own small business. At present he had two houses under construction and all he had " scheduled for today were regular inspections. He had to go to the bank to draw out his weekly payroll for tomorrow, but that could be done this afternoon. So could the inspections. What he had planned to do today was look for new contracts to bid on. Business had been very slow with the shortage of mortgage money.
"Screw it!" he sighed. "I need some rest. I'll make a run this afternoon."
"Good!" Janie said. "I'm really feeling much better now. Can I have some more of the tomato juice?"
"Sure," Fred laughed, pouring the remainder of the pitcher into their glasses. "This will relax us and maybe we can get some more sleep."
Janie drained her glass and placed it on the nightstand. Then she leaned over and reached up to take his long, limp penis in her hand.
"I just love your prick," she sighed.
"Janie . .. Cricket, I don't..."
Janie never gave him a chance to finish. She fondled his flaccid prick for a moment, then brought it to her lips and quickly sucked it into her mouth. It was so much easier when it was soft like this! She could feel his pulse begin pounding in the veins that laced his long shaft and she knew that it wouldn't be soft very long!
Fred could feel his balls twitch as his pretty daughter's mouth surrounded his cock. He wondered if there was a more beautiful sight in the world as he stared down at her taking his dick into her mouth. She was staring up at him with those radiant blue eyes of hers while her cheeks drew in as she began sucking on his now inflating meat. What a way to start a day! With a girl like Janie around, a man would always have more than he could handle!
Janie thought it was very exciting to feel his cock growing in her mouth! She could feel the blood rushing into his organ as she swirled her tongue around his growing shaft. The thickness of his prick was forcing her jaws apart, but it wasn't painful the way it had been the night before.
When it was thoroughly rigid and straining, the young girl began moving her lips up and down his shaft the way she had the night before. She reached up and cupped his balls in her hand and felt the whirling motion of his juices as she sucked him.
"AAAaaahhh!" Fred moaned as he remained standing staring down at the girl's voluptuous naked body on the bed. His eyes were fixed on his prick spearing the child's face. Her lips were stretched taut and wrapped firmly around his aching cock and he could feel the warm air escaping from her flared nostrils as she breathed through her nose. Her breath waft against his surging shaft as it glided in and out of her throat. Her hand on his balls was driving him wild! She was gently massaging them as she drew his raging prick in and out of her warm throat and he felt like he was going to explode!
Fred's body trembled with excitement and suddenly something snapped inside him to turn him into a lust-filled animal! He gazed at her almost bare slit and suddenly knew that he had to fuck her!
Janie could feel the change in her father taking place. It came to her in a dozen small ways. His balls became tight, as if they were suddenly gathering energy. His cock in her mouth expanded and became as hard as a bar of steel. And the muscles in his thighs and tummy suddenly seemed to ripple with new power.
When he grabbed her hair in his hand and pulled her head away from his crotch, the young girl was frightened. She could read the lust in his eyes and it scared her!
"What-What are you-going to do?" she stammered as he pushed her flat on her back on top of the covers and none too gently forced her legs apart by digging his fingers into her soft, tender thighs.
"I'm going to make you a woman!" he said in a strangely animal voice. "Get your legs apart!"
"Why?" she asked in a small, frightened voice.
"I'm going to fuck you!"
Janie had thought of this. She wondered what it felt like to have a man's cock in her cunt. She wanted to try it. But not like this! Her father wasn't like himself at all and he scared her.
With terror stricken eyes she watched him kneel between her legs and take his long, hard cock in his hand. It was still moist from her mouth and a tear hung like a tiny icicle from the small slit in the swollen head.
"Please!" she murmured in a small voice.
When he ignored her, Janie's panic increased. She watched him slowly guide his huge cock to her slit. Then she felt the swollen make contact with her wet gash. It felt good and sent small sparks racing through her system, but she was still frightened of him. As she watched, he slowly moved his massive organ down her slit. Then she felt the head pressing against her hole.
"Please!" she murmured again. She tried to get him to look into her eyes, but his eyes were fixed on the sight of his cock poised at the entrance to her virginal vagina.
He wiggled his hips and lunged before Janie had time to prepare!
"AAAAaaarrruuuggghhhh!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as the sharpest pain she had ever experienced in her life ripped through her body. She could feel her flesh tearing as he rammed his telephone pole into her!
"Oh my god!" she cried when she glanced down and saw that he only had an inch or two of his cock inside her. He'd kill her if he tried to put it all up her!
Tears gushed forth from her young eyes to form rivers running down her cheeks. Her body was wracked with sobs as she gnashed her teeth and grasped her hair in her fingers to pull against the incredible pain in her crotch.
Fred ignored his thirteen-year-old daughter's frantic cries and concentrated on working his huge cock up her tight cunt. He applied a constant pressure and jerked his hips to worm it up inch by inch.
Through her tear-filled eyes Janie watched his thick penis worm its way little by little into her vagina. She felt her hymen tear open as he plunged deeper and deeper inside her womb!
"FOR . .. GOD'S . .. SAKE .. . STOP!" she screamed, now doubling her hands into fists and beating wildly against his shoulders.
"YYyyiiieee!" she cried when he gave a final thrust with his hips that sent his prick sinking to the hilt in her tortured vagina. His wiry pubic hair was now pressing against her clitoris. It felt good, but the pain inside was still too intense to allow her to enjoy anything!
"Shut up and take it like a woman!" he said quietly. "The pain will go away in a minute."
"You're killing me!" she screeched. "I can't stand it! Can't you understand that!"
Gradually, Janie felt the pain begin to fade. He was holding his huge cock buried to the hilt inside her, but he wasn't moving. She felt her vaginal muscles relax and lose their tautness as the pain dulled.
And as the pain faded, the thirteen-year-old girl became aware of other sensations. She could feel his hairy balls resting on the cheeks of her bottom. His pubic hair grinding subtly against her clitoris sent tiny ripples of joy coursing through her body.
"Better?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," she replied in a small voice and with pouting lips. She was still scared of him and a little mad at him.
"Good! Now let's do some fucking!"
Janie felt him slowly withdraw his thick trunk from her ravaged vaginal canal.
"Don't!" she said.
"Don't what?" he laughed.
"Don't take it out," she said in a very small voice.
"Why, Cricket?" he chuckled, holding just the head of his aching cock inside her tight little hole.
"Because. .. because it feels good!" she said a little defiantly.
"What do you want me to do?" the thirty-seven-year-old man asked his thirteen-year-old daughter.
"Fuck me!" she said, realizing that he wanted her to ask him to do it to her.
"So you want to be fucked!"
"Yes! OOOOOooohhhhh!!!"
Janie was again caught unprepared! He jerked his hips and thrust his cock to the very depths of her womb with one hard, swift lunge that sent rockets of passion sailing through her innocent young body.
She was still a little uncomfortable. Her cunt felt stuffed to the limit with his throbbing meat. It even felt like her entire body was wrapped around his surging prick! The walls of her virginal vagina were stretched to their limit and beyond, yet the joy of having his cock inside her far overbalanced her discomfort.
Again he began slowly withdrawing his hard pole from her hole.
"No, please!" she pleaded.
"You like it inside your cunt, Cricket?"
"Yes!"
"Now maybe you can see why women are never really happy unless they have a hot, hard prick in them."
"God, yes! Don't take it out, please! OOOOooohhh!!"
Once again he lunged into her with a swift thrust that made the swollen, pulsating head of his prick bounce against her young cervix. And once again rockets of passion exploded before her young eyes.
He did it again-and again! She could feel his heavy, hairy balls bouncing against the tender cheeks of her ass in cadence with his deep thrusts into her womb.
Janie noticed that the intervals between his long strokes into her vagina became shorter and shorter. She also heard his breath coming faster as he was obviously becoming very hot.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!" she said, smiling to herself when his body reacted violently to each of her pleas. Every time she used those words he became a roaring bull! "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The pubescent girl's body burst into flames as he bucked into her with rapid, deep, hard strokes. His cock was moving in and out of her hole like an electric plunger and each stroke brought waves of passion sweeping through her system.
Remembering what she had seen her mother do with the other man, Janie threw her legs into the air and wrapped them around his heaving waist. She locked her ankles behind his hips and began digging her heels into his ass like a jockey riding a race horse.
"Fuck ... me ... fuck ... me . .. fuck ... me ... fuck .. . me ... fuck . .. me!" she chanted in his ear as she rode his lunging pole for all she was worth! His balls were now slapping the cheeks of her ass loudly in perfect rhythm with his thrusts, and every time he sunk his rod to the hilt inside her he ground his pelvis against her erect, excited clitoris.
Janie had never been this excited before in her life. Her body had become a wire pulled so tight it would break at any moment! She was a woman! A complete, mature woman! She had a hard cock inside her and she was no longer a child!
"Fuck me!" she began her chant again, but now she could no longer control her superheated body. She was so stuffed with hard cock she thought her eyes would pop right out of her young head! "Oh my lord! Now! NOW! aaaaaaaiiieeeeee!!!"
It happened when she felt his cock expand and explode inside her to fill her canal with his hot cream. It erupted in the depths of her cervix in a hot stream that seemed to sear every nerve ending in her vagina!
She could feel a series of firecrackers exploding from her trembling toes to her scalp as she went through spasm after spasm of an orgasm so intense she wouldn't have believed it possible! Janie held onto his body with her knees and legs long after he stopped bucking against her. She had his neck in a death grip as her body continued trembling and quaking.
"Cricket, you'll have to let go," Fred said quietly. "I have to go to the bathroom."
"NO!" she gasped. "I won't let go! I want your cock inside me."
"But I have to go to the head, honey!"
"Go inside me! I won't let go!"
Fred smiled fondly at his fantastic daughter. He tried to break free of her hold, but she held on tenaciously. Finally, he picked her up, his cock still buried deep in her cunt, and carried her into the bathroom.
"Now you'd better let me go or I'll flood your cunt, Cricket!"
"Go ahead!" she dared him. "I won't let you out of my cunt!"
She felt him hesitate and sweet triumph coursed through her system. Then she suddenly felt a powerful, hot stream of liquid flooding her vagina! It felt like she had a firehose loose inside her! The hot liquid flooded her canal, then began running down the full cheeks of her bottom. Still she clung to him! She heard the liquid falling and splashing on the tile floor of the bathroom, but she didn't care.
His stream kept coming and coming! She began to wonder if it would ever end! Then she remembered that she too had to relieve herself and she laughingly relaxed the muscles that controlled her bladder and let go with a stream of her own.
"You devil!" he laughed when he felt her peeing on his crotch. Her warm urine swamped his groin and soaked his balls as it ran down his thighs to form puddles on the tile floor.
"Now we're linked for life!" she said.
"What?"
"Like in that new book by James Clavel, Shogun," she replied. "The Japanese used to seal a solemn pledge by mixing their piss!"
"A man and a woman?"
"Well, no. At least when he did it in the book it was always two men. Hey, your prick has gone soft!"
"That's another fact of life, Cricket," Fred laughed.
"When will it get hard again?" she demanded. "At eleven-thirteen exactly," he said, glancing at his watch.
"You're putting me on!" she replied with a pout.
"No, Cricket, I'm putting you off-right now!" He grabbed her ankles and broke her hold on his waist.
"Now, you're going to mop this mess up and we're both going to take nice hot showers. Then we're going to have a long talk."
"Can't we fuck some more and talk later?"
"No," he said a little more seriously than before. "I think we'd better have a nice long talk. Now run get the mop while I grab a shower."
She obeyed with a pout on her pretty lips and walked out to go to the kitchen for the mop.
Fred shook his head when he felt a familiar twitch in his balls as he watched her tits and ass jiggle as she left the bathroom. Then he swung around and turned on the taps for a hot shower. Fred refused to think while he lathered his entire body and let his tired muscles relax under the soothing hot water. Time enough for that later, he told himself.
When he reached out for a towel to dry himself, he saw that she had already mopped the tile floor.
"Come on," he said. "Your turn. You shower while I dry."
"Okay," she said a little sullenly, climbing into the stall and turning the taps on.
When .Janie got out and dried herself, her father was nowhere in evidence. She walked into his bedroom and was surprised to find it empty. Without bothering about clothing, the thirteen-year-old girl walked down the hall and found her father sitting in the living room in his robe. He was smoking a cigarette and sipping a steaming cup of coffee.
"Aren't you going to put something on?" he asked, once again feasting his eyes on her incredibly ripe body.
"Nope!" she replied matter-of-factly.
"I wish you would."
"Why? Don't you like to look at my body?"
"I like it too much, Cricket. That's the point."
"Well, I'm not putting anything on. I think you look silly in that robe, if you don't mind my saying so."
"Sit down, honey, and let's talk."
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Ten-fifteen," he replied, glancing at his wrist watch. "Why?"
"I just wanted to know how long it was until eleven-thirteen," she said with a devilish smile as she sat down next to him on the couch and pressed her thigh deliberately against his.
"Look, Cricket, I don't know exactly where to start..."
"Is this to be a serious talk?" she asked in a mock severe tone of voice.
"Yes it . is. And I wish that you'd take it seriously."
"Okay, but you'd better get to it or we'll be here all day. You want to talk about sex and probably about incest and all that, right?"
"Well, sort of. Christ, how far ahead of me are you?"
"I don't know. How far behind are you? I thought about all of that before I came home last night."
And what conclusion did you reach?" Fred asked, shaking his head and taking a long sip of coffee.
"That it's silly. Look, I'm on the Pill, right?"
"Right."
"So I can't get pregnant. And that's what incest is all about, isn't it? I mean, the only reason incest is bad is because people in the same family can cause problems with genes and all that."
"I suppose," he began.
"So if I can't get pregnant, incest doesn't mean anything, does it?"
"Well, not in that way, I guess," he admitted.
"You and Mom started me on the pill so that I could have sex when and where I wanted to without taking a chance on getting pregnant, right?"
"Well... yes."
"So?"
"So, Cricket, some people would react very strongly to a father balling his daughter."
"So screw those people!"
"And I'm not at all sure your mother might not be among them," Fred sighed, voicing a fear that had been with him all morning.
"Mom's not like that, is she?" Janie asked, less confident now.
"I'm not sure," Fred said slowly. "Your mother is very liberal. Hell, she's gung ho for swapping.
But how she'll react to my balling you is something else."
"Did the two of you ever decide what you'd do if I wanted to start swinging with you and other people?" Janie asked very practically.
"Well... in a way."
"And?"
"And we decided that if you wanted to and understood what it was all about, we wouldn't object."
"So if I can ball with swingers, why can't I ball with you?" she asked. "How could Mom object?"
"Cricket, your mother and I have just started swinging. How can I explain it to you?" .Try!"
"We grew up under a different morality than we have today. I'm not sure your mother will object, but I'm pretty sure that she'll be shocked if she finds out we just starting balling without ever even talking it out with her."
"Oh, I see!" Janie said quickly. "She'll want to be part of the decision. Well, that's easy. We just won't tell her. Well work it out so she thinks it's her idea. Then well pretend it's the first time. I'll stay a virgin for a while longer!" she laughed.
"Cricket, please take this seriously!" Fred admonished.
"I am! You're the one who's being silly. You're saying that I can go ball any old, ugly man anywhere I want without Mom getting upset, but if I ball my own father she'll flip out."
"Christ, Cricket, when you put it that way, it sounds ridiculous."
"Right on!"
"Oh, I know we adults sound silly at times, but what you don't allow for is that we really aren't that sure of ourselves. We're caught in the middle of this crazy revolution."
"I understand," she said seriously, placing her hand on her father's arm affectionately. "But, look, you have to consider what I want, don't you?"
"Well, of course!" Fred assured her.
"Well, I can tell you right now that I really like sex! I like to have you eat my cunt. Oh, wow, do I like that! And I like to suck your cock. And most of all, I really like to fuck! And you know what I like best about all of this?"
"What?" he asked, both excited and depressed by her words.
"That I can enjoy my body and the joys of sex without having to belong to some boy and pretend that I'm madly in love with him. I already love you, but I really don't have any big desire to start playing the silly sex games on dates."
"Why?" Fred asked.
"Oh, because they are silly," she said seriously, "and because both the boys and the girls talk. My god, they tell everything. Marsha went down on Bill. Millie jacked Bob off. Things like that."
"So what do you want to do, Cricket?" he asked with interest. He was proud of his practical, sensible young daughter.
"Learn about sex, all about it. Try everything and get as good as I can at the things I like. Then, when I meet the boy of my dreams, I'll knock him off his feet."
"Hey, how about getting me another cup of coffee, Cricket? The pot's in the kitchen."
"Okay. Hey, I'm sort of hungry. How about you?"
"Well..."
"I can fry us some eggs and make toast."
"Sounds good," he returned with a smile.
"But only if you take off that silly robe!" she taunted as she turned and skipped across the living room toward the kitchen.
Fred smiled, and at the same time cursed his balls for itching when he watched her nubile body jiggling and bouncing across the room. He finished his cigarette and drained his coffee while he heard her rattling pots and pans. Then he smelled the odor of fresh frying eggs. "Breakfast!" she called.
Fred stood, smiled and slipped out of his robe to walk to the table with nothing more than his slippers on.
CHAPTER SIX
Fred sighed with relief when he reached the bank teller two minutes before closing. It had been a tight race with time and his activity with Janie had left him sore all over! A thirteen-year-old girl could kill a man my age in the sack, he told himself as he drew out his weekly payroll.
He was crossing the bank parking lot to his car when he ran into Ed and Linda Jackson, the couple who had launched he and Grace on the cruise into the world of swinging.
"Hey, hi!" Ed greeted with a broad smile.
"Hi, Big Dick!" Linda said softly, enjoying a hearty laugh when she saw the reaction on Fred McElhaney's face.
"Hi!" Fred returned their greeting.
"Say, Fred," Ed Jackson said in his most friendly, placating voice, "I know it's presumptuous of us, but I wonder if we could ask a big favor of you?"
"Glad to help if I can," Fred returned, wondering what this was all about.
"Didn't you say that you're a contractor?"
"That's right," Fred replied, "guilty as charged, I'm afraid."
"Well, Linda and I are buying, or at least thinking about buying, a condominium unit."
"We're on our way there now," Linda added.
"We're supposed to make up our minds tonight and give them a deposit if we're interested. We wondered if you had time to look the project over and tell us if it's a good deal? Of course, we'd be happy to pay you a fee .. ."
"I never charge for advice," Fred returned with a laugh, "because all too often that's what my advice is worth, Ed-nothing! I'll be glad to. Maybe we can work out a compromise," he added, glancing at his watch. "I have to make a quick inspection tour of two houses I have under construction-just keep the subcontractors honest, you know? Five minutes each ought to take care of them. So why don't you ride with me? I'll make a quick run through and then we'll ride over to this project you're looking at."
"Great!" Ed said.
"Can we leave our car parked here?" Linda asked.
"Sure," Fred replied. "The bank's closed and nobody will mind."
The three of them piled into Fred's Ford and Fred drove out to his two construction sites. Linda and Ed joined him on his inspection tour.
"Boy, you certainly go first class in your materials, Fred!" Linda commented as they toured the houses.
"My homes are all custom built," Fred responded with a smile. "They cost a little more, but really not as much as you'd think. Contractors who cut corners usually pad their pockets."
"Those bathroom fixtures are almost twice as expensive as the regular ones," Linda remarked.
"Not at my cost," Fred said. "Anyway, you can use first class materials in almost any house for about eight per cent more."
Fred left instructions for several of his subcontractors, including a message that he wouldn't accept the tile that had been poorly laid in one of the bathrooms. Then they climbed back into the Ford and drove over to the Apple Orchard Townhouses where Ed and Linda were considering a condominium.
Managing to dodge the salesman, they made a complete tour of the project. Fred was not at all impressed with the quality of the construction, but he said nothing until they were sitting alone near the swimming pool.
"Well?" Ed asked.
"Remember, this is just one man's opinion," Fred cautioned, "and it's free. Materials and construction here are definitely second class at best. Some of it's third class in my opinion. Did you notice those kitchens?"
"Did I!" Linda remarked. "I thought they were poorly designed and terribly cramped."
'That," Fred remarked, "and the fact that all of the appliances are from a warehouse of discontinued models. I know, I was offered the same junk at a big discount. How many square feet does your unit have?"
"Let's see," Ed said, flipping through the papers he'd been given. "Fifteen hundred and twelve."
"And you're' paying forty-nine-nine for it?" Fred asked.
"Right!"
"Well, you might consider it this way," Fred said. 'The ground is at best worth four thousand, so you're paying about thirty bucks a square foot for construction."
"What about all the facilities?" Linda asked. "The swimming pool, saunas and recreation area?"
"That's a point," Fred admitted, "but a developer figures those on a per unit basis. There are fifty units here?"
"Fifty-two," Ed said.
"Okay, take a thousand dollars a unit and you're way ahead of all of the facilities and landscaping, believe me. That means that you're still paying more than twenty-nine bucks a square foot for a second rate construction. You could have prime construction for about twenty-five bucks a foot in this area."
"So you don't think it's a good buy?" Ed asked.
"I didn't say that," Fred laughed. "That all depends on what you want."
"And you don't know what kind of neighbors you'll get in a project like this," Linda commented.
"Linda always dreams about a swinger's community," Ed laughed.
"Well, you'll have to admit that a neighborhood of swingers would be something else!" she returned. "You'd certainly never have any trouble with your neighbors about parties, and you would have to risk joining all those mail-order clubs to meet swingers."
"That's a hell of an idea!" Fred laughed. "Has anybody ever put a swinger's community together?"
"We heard about one in southern California," Ed remarked.
"And that one in Miami, Florida," Linda added.
"But they might be tall tales," Ed said. "We've heard about them, but we've never met anyone who has seen them."
"It could be done," Fred remarked, lighting a cigarette and staring pensively out into the night.
"How?" Linda asked eagerly.
"Well," Fred began slowly, "something on the order of a condominium like this, I suppose. It would have to be a private project not offered for sale to the general public."
"Limited to swingers!" Linda cried excitedly. "Oh, wow! Would that ever be something!"
"How difficult would it be to put something like that together, Fred?" Ed asked.
"I don't know. From the standpoint of buying the land and designing and building, it would be easy. Getting the swinging couples to commit themselves and put up the front money would be something else."
"How many couples would it need?" Linda asked.
"Well, I suppose it could be built on a stairstep basis. We could buy enough land for forty or fifty units, but start with as few as twenty-five and then add on later as it expanded."
The Jacksons became very excited about the project and Ed took out a note pad and pen to do some calculations.
"Let's say, for example," Ed began, "that Linda and I wanted to buy a unit in this project. How much would we have to come up with?"
"About the same down payment as you'd have to make in this project here," Fred replied. "Between twenty and thirty per cent."
"And that's all?"
"Sure. The financing would be the same. From the standpoint of the unit itself, you'd put less down, but to cover the land price and the improvements such as underground utilities and all we'd need a little more. I'd have to work it out, Ed, but I really think it could be handled with twenty per cent."
"What problems would we have?" Linda asked.
"The only problem I can see would be getting twenty-five couples to agree to buy and to put up their down payment in advance. We'd need that to buy the land and arrange the financing."
"Ed!" Linda said excitedly.
"I know," Ed replied. "The Big Gate."
"The Big Gate?" Fred asked.
"It's a group of swingers," Linda explained, "a big group. I think they have fourteen or fifteen couples as members."
"That's a starting place," Ed said.
"Look," Fred cautioned, "I like the idea and I honestly think Grace and I would buy. But I have to warn you that from my experience it could take a long time to get twenty-five couples together to pay advance down payments."
"Then what do you suggest?" Linda asked quickly.
"Well, the ideal way would be to get one or two wealthy swingers to front the project. Then we could sell the units off as we built."
"The Morgans!" Linda and Ed said at the same time.
"Harold Morgan is loaded," Ed explained, "and he and his wife are devoted swingers. They might be perfect for this!"
"I know Betty Morgan would go for it," Linda remarked.
"Harold might," Ed said a little less confidently. "Would there be a profit in it for him?"
"Look, Ed," Fred laughed, "you can set one of these projects up any way you want. The more profit there is, the more the thing costs on an individual basis-or the less the quality. If this Harold Morgan would take a short profit, I think you'd have an easier chance of selling it out quick. I don't care if they're swingers, people react to a good buy."
"I agree," Ed said. "Look, Linda, why don't we forget about this project here ..."
"What project here?" Linda asked with a laugh.
"And we'll concentrate on seeing if there is any interest in putting together a swinger's condominium."
While Linda and Fred walked back to the car, Ed Jackson went to the sales office and bruskly told the salesman that they had decided against buying at this time.
Driving back to the bank where the Jacksons had left their car, Fred asked them if in their swinging experience they had ever run into a swinging family unit with children participating.
"Sure!" Linda remarked. "There are a few of them here in Portland."
"Who?" her husband asked.
"Remember those people-the Harmons, I think their name was-who live in Riverview?"
"Oh, sure!" Ed said.
"They have a fourteen-year-old son who swings with them. That boy has an eveready cock, I swear! He was still hard when the rest of you men were flat on your backs."
"And you took him on just before we left!" Ed laughed.
"Well, I couldn't let the poor little guy go to bed with a hardon, could I?"
"And there's that couple who have the penthouse downtown," Ed suddenly remembered.
"That's right!" Linda agreed. "They have an eleven-year-old boy and a fifteen-year-old girl who ball with them."
"How do other swingers react to that?" Fred asked.
"I've never heard anybody say anything about it," Linda replied. "The ones we've met are popular swingers, so that should tell you something."
"Just thinking about that little fifteen-year-old minx gives me a hard-on!" Ed laughed.
"The men like to ball young girls," Linda remarked.
"And I've never seen you women turn down a young boy!" Ed returned.
"Of course not! Kids are fun. I guess all swingers like to ball kids."
"Then it's not unusual to find a swinging family?" Fred pressed.
"Not at all," Linda assured him.
Fred pulled into the bank parking lot and the Jacksons thanked him again for his advice on the condominium. Before they left the car, they asked him if he'd be willing to put the swinger's project together if they could arrange for the initial financing.
"Sure!" Fred replied. "As Hold you, Grace and I might very well be buyers ourselves. If you get any interest, we'll sit down and put a package together to see if swingers would be interested."
Ed said he'd call as soon as he'd talked to several people, including Harold Jackson.
"That reminds me," Linda said. "Harold and Betty have a fifteen-year-old boy. I think he swings with them every now and then."
They said goodbye and Fred pulled out of the parking lot. He glanced at his watch and was surprised to find it was after ten. No wonder he was so damned tired!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Sounds like it was quite an ordeal!" Fred remarked.
"It was!" Grace replied, leaning back on the couch and yawning.
He'd picked Grace up at the airport at nine-thirty that night and she'd described her ordeal with her sister's funeral all the way home in the car and for a few minutes after they arrived while they had a relaxing cocktail.
"I was surprised that Ruth left me that property. You were right about it. After I called, I put it on the market through an agency and they have a deal already."
"How much?" Fred asked, pouring his wife another gimlet.
"We'll net about forty-five hundred on it, darling. The neighborhood isn't bad, but the lot is an odd shape that will be difficult to build on. Now tell me what you and Janie have been up to while I was away."
From the tone of her voice Fred knew that it was an innocent question, but he hated to lie to her.
"I fried eggs one morning," Janie replied quickly, "and I even cooked us hamburgers one night!"
"Good for you!" Grace laughed.
"Could I try a gimlet?" Janie asked.
Fred and Grace exchanged glances.
"I don't see why not," Grace replied. "You're a big girl now."
Fred poured their daughter a gimlet and decided to lead into the subject as he and Janie had planned.
"Janie and I had a long talk, Grace," he began. "As I told you before you left, Janie saw us with the Jacksons."
"I thought it was neat!" Janie commented.
"Well, I'm not sure it's neat to be spying on your parents, young lady," Grace replied.
"I explained to her what it's all about," Fred jumped in before an argument could begin between them, "and she understands."
"I think you two are so smart!" Janie said.
"This way you can have all the fun you want without losing any of your love for each other."
"Well, I'm glad you see it that way," Grace said seriously.
It was a relief to find that their daughter had taken such a realistic and practical view of swinging and Grace felt the tension gradually beginning to leave her body.
"Cricket thinks she'd like to swing with us, honey," Fred said, noting with relief that Grace had relaxed. "She wants to learn all about sex without becoming involved in silly affairs with boys at school."
"I'd rather learn from people who know instead of listening to all of the stupid superstitions and smutty ideas I hear at school all the time. That way I won't fall in love with the first boy I ball. I'll be able to pick and choose and pay attention to other parts of the boy's personality."
"Darling, I think that's the smartest thing I've ever heard you say!" Grace replied.
Grace thought back on her own adolescence and the traumatic experiences she went through in her discovery of her sexual personality. She remembered the heart-breaking disillusionment of her first love, the nights she went home so frustrated because the boy didn't know how to satisfy her, the times she had excited a boy and then failed to satisfy him simply because she didn't know how, the hell on earth a girl's first few experiences could be.
"I told you she'd understand!" Janie cried eagerly.
"Of course I do, Cricket," Grace said. "My only reservation is finding the right people for you to swing with."
"Does it really matter?" Janie asked seriously.
"Well, I suppose not," Grace admitted. "Of course, if there are two couples, you'll be an extra female, darling."
"I don't see why that would be so bad," Janie replied.
"And there are family swingers, Grace," Fred commented, telling her what he had learned from the Jacksons.
"All this talk about sex is making me horny!" Grace laughed. "Remember, I've been away from my lover for five days-almost five days, anyway."
"Is it terrible to go without sex for five days?" Janie asked seriously.
"It isn't fun," Grace replied with a laugh.
"I imagine we can take care of that tonight," Fred chuckled.
"Can I watch?" Janie exclaimed eagerly.
"Well..." Grace began hesitantly.
"After all, I've already seen you both in action," Janie added quickly. "You can't be ashamed of sex with the way you feel about swinging. And I could learn some things before we all go swinging together."
"If I'm going to put on a public performance," Grace sighed with a smile, "I'd better have another stiff drink!"
"Then I can watch?" Janie asked, directing her question at her father as he got up to make another batch of drinks.
"I don't see why not," he replied. "If you're going to be a swinger, you should start learning what it's all about."
"Can I have another gimlet?" she asked excitedly.
"Sure," Grace chuckled, but be careful you don't get drunk!"
"Oh, I won't get drunk!" Janie responded with a shiver when she remembered the hangover she'd suffered last Friday morning.
"Then I'd better make you a weak one," Fred quipped as he mixed the cocktails. He was pleased with the way everything was going. He and Janie had planned to ease Grace into the situation a small step at a time, and having Janie watch them in bed was one of those steps. He was a little surprised, and quite pleased, with the way Grace had accepted it so easily.
"I ran into Linda and Ed Jackson at the bank Friday afternoon," Fred remarked as he poured Grace's cocktail. "They wanted me to give them an opinion on a condominium they were considering buying. I looked at it for them and told them what I thought. Linda came up with an idea," he added, going on to explain the concept of a swinger's community to both Grace and Janie.
This was the first Janie had heard of the idea and she thought it was exciting. Grace asked a number of questions and gradually became enthused herself.
"I told them that we might be interested ourselves," Fred said.
"Golly, it sounds neat to me!" Janie commented.
"Do you think they can put it together?" Grace asked.
"I have no idea, but they might. They're going to talk to a couple, Harold and Betty Morgan, about putting up the front money. Anyway, they should be calling tomorrow or the next day."
"You really know how to turn me on!" Grace said with a broad grin. "You know I'm horny and you talk about a swinger's condominium! What'll we call it, Sex Unlimited?"
"Sounds like fun, doesn't it?" Fred laughed. "And if you're so horny, why don't we go to bed?"
"Best idea I've heard all night!" Grace laughed. "Look at the bulge in Dad's pants!" Janie giggled.
"You'll soon learn that's one of the best sights a girl can see, Cricket," Grace remarked. "And your father's got one hell of a . .."
"Cock!" Janie offered when her mother hesitated. "Don't be worried about words like cock, cunt, fuck and all that, Mom. I learned all those when I was in grade school."
"Maybe I can learn some from you," Grace laughed.
"And that redhead," Janie said, "Linda. She called it Supercock."
'That's right. I keep forgetting you saw and heard everything that night," Grace sighed.
"I want to see Supercock up close," Janie said.
"So do I!" Grace agreed. "And damned soon! Come here, Fred," she added, reaching out for his hand and pulling him down on the couch next to her. "Our daughter wants to see that supercock of yours and I think we should get it out in the open where we all can appreciate it!"
Grace was feeling no pain at all. The relief of being back home after her ordeal combined with the generous drinks Fred mixed had her flying! She reached inside and grasped his huge prick in her hand to pull it out. Grace wondered whether she'd bare Fred's cock in front of her thirteen-year-old daughter if she were sober?
"There it is, Cricket. Isn't that a beauty!"
"Are most men built like that?" Janie asked, pretending that this was the first time she had ever seen her father's prick up close. She was sitting on the other side of Fred on the couch and she moved in close to lean down and inspect his rigid cock.
"Don't kid yourself," Grace laughed, stroking Fred's throbbing meat affectionately with her hand. "You'll soon learn that a cock like this is a rare treat, darling. A lot of women would shave their pussies to have something like this around the house."
"Gee!"
"Why don't you show her how to excite a man's prick?" Fred suggested.
"Doesn't look to me like this needs much exciting," Grace laughed. "You see, Cricket, he's suggesting subtly that he wants me to suck it for him. All men love to have their cocks sucked."
"Will you teach me how?" Cricket cried eagerly.
Fred was beginning to worry that Janie might overplay her innocent virgin role, but there was no way he could signal her to cool it. And he had to admit that having one of them on either side of him leaning into his lap was something else!
"Sure! First, remember that this prick is a pretty tough piece of flesh. A man likes to feel what you do to him. If you get too rough, he'll let you know. The idea is to move this outer layer of skin up and down over the inner flesh. With the proper amount of friction, you'll drive him crazy!"
Grace demonstrated by stroking Fred's massive organ in her hand while her thirteen-year-old daughter leaned in close to watch.
"See the moisture beginning to coat the head!" Grace told her daughter. "That means he's getting hot. Christ, this teaching is horny work! And it's hot in here. Is the heat turned up?"
"No," Janie replied. "You're just hot because you're horny and you still have all your clothes on. Can I feel it to see what it's like?"
"Okay."
Janie reached out slowly, reminding herself that this was supposed to be the first time she'd ever touched her father's penis. She wrapped her fingers around his swollen, throbbing shaft and giggled.
"It's so hard! And it's hot!" Janie exclaimed.
"You can say that again!" Fred replied.
"Honestly, I'm going to have to get out of these clothes! I'm just burning up," Grace remarked.
"Show me how to move my hand and I'll do that while you're getting undressed," Janie offered helpfully.
Careful! Fred shot his thirteen-year-old daughter a warning glance. He caught her eye for a brief instant and relaxed a little in the knowledge that she understood his urgent message for caution.
"Okay," Grace replied hesitantly. "I don't suppose it will hurt if you substitute for me while I get out of these clothes. Hold it firmly, Cricket, and move your hand up and down. Take longer strokes, honey. There, that's better. Isn't that right, Fred?"
"Yeah! Yeah, it's right. Oh, damn, that's good!"
"You just keep doing that, Cricket, while your mother slips out of her dress."
Janie was having a ball! She knew her father's body well by now and she knew that he was very aroused as she stroked him. She also knew that he wanted to be very careful not to let Grace know how hot Janie was getting him. It was a fun game!
Fred's balls began rumbling like thunder when he watched his wife stand up and strip while his daughter pumped his cock in her hand. He had to grit his teeth and close his eyes to maintain control!
Standing, Grace found she was even higher than she had thought she was. She had a terrible time with her balance and her hands seemed to be all thumbs. She watched Janie slowly pumping Fred's giant cock and Grace suddenly felt there was a greater closeness in their family. It was ridiculous, she knew, but she still felt it.
Watching Janie play with her father's prick so lovingly filled Grace with a comfortable warmth. The word incest kept flitting before her brain, but she paid it no real attention. She and Fred had left the Catholic church years ago because the church had simply fallen centuries behind society. Wasn't it the same thing with things like incest?
Grace forced the thought from her mind because it was beginning to bite into the warm comfortable feeling she had. She unhooked her bra and sighed with relief as she always did when her breasts were no longer confined.
"Does a bra bother you, Mom?" Janie asked.
"Sometimes," Grace replied with a smile.
"I don't see why you wear one," Janie remarked. "You boobs are beautiful!"
"Amen!" Fred added.
"Well, thank you," Grace giggled. "If my family thinks I don't need a bra, maybe I'll stop wearing one altogether."
"I don't wear one anymore," Janie announced.
"Since when?" Grace asked, slipping out of her panties.
"Since last week. Here, you take over on Dad's cock and I'll show you."
Grace was about to tell her daughter that she didn't think she should take her clothes off and then realized how silly it would sound. She sat back down on the couch and reached over to take Fred's aching prick in her hand as her daughter jumped up to undress.
Fred gritted his teeth in an effort to control his thundering balls! The two of them taking turns whacking his meat wasn't bad enough! Now Janie had to parade her gorgeous body in front of him!
"My, you have really developed, Cricket!" Grace remarked admiringly as she looked at her daughter's full chest. "Some of the women in swinging may resent those boobs of yours."
"Oooohh!" Fred groaned through clenched teeth in spite of his efforts to control himself.
"Oh, look! Fred's getting hot. See how pink the head is, Cricket? That looks good enough to eat! Watch and I'll show you how to suck a prick."
Janie dropped her skirt and panties and quickly stepped out of them to run over and flop down next to her father on the sofa again. Everything was going perfectly! Her mother was accepting the idea, and even teaching her! The thirteen-year-old girl caught her father's warning glances and knew that she still had to be careful, but she was overjoyed that it was going as well as it was!
"You pull the foreskin down like you were peeling a banana," Grace said, demonstrating for her daughter by wrapping her hand around her husband's shaft and firmly pulled the foreskin down taut. "See how that makes the head pop up? Now you wrap your lips around the head and slowly suck it into your mouth like this."
"AAAAAaaaahhhhh!" Fred moaned when Grace placed her lips on his aching cock and began pulling it into her warm mouth. She was swirling her tongue around the swollen tip as she drew it into her mouth.
"He likes that!" Janie cried, watching her mother suck her father's prick into her mouth. The young girl could feel her own juices flowing freely in her cunt and she longed to feel his cock inside her. She envied her mother having his huge stalk in her mouth.
Janie had to remind herself to be careful! She was so hot now she ached to feel his prick inside her! And as she watched her father's long, thick shaft glide in and out of her mother's mouth, the young girl wondered how she would control the raging flames sweeping through her body. God how she'd love to sit on his face and feel his tongue in her cunt! That gave Janie an idea!
"Wow, does he like that!" she exclaimed as she watched her mother move her lips rapidly up and down her father's shaft. "Do men do that to girls? At school they talk about boys eating girls."
"Sure we do, Cricket," Fred gasped, glad of an opening. He was terribly close to coming and he wanted to save that for deep inside Grace's cunt! "Why don't we show her how a man licks cunt?" he suggested as casually as he could to Grace. It was, he found, terribly hard to be casual when your cock was being gobbled by an expert!
"Ummm! That sounds great!" Grace exclaimed, sliding his delicious meat out of her mouth. "Can I sit on your mouth?"
"Hurry, honey," he laughed. "I'm dying to taste your pussy."
Janie stood to get out of the way while her father stretched out on his back on the couch and her mother quickly squatted above his face. She watched her mother lower her cunt to Fred's mouth and she could almost feel it when she saw his pink tongue slip into her mother's slit!
"OOOoooooooooohhhh! Oh, Fred, that's so good!"
Grace closed her eyes for a moment and rode her husband's magic tongue. She loved the way he ate her, so firmly yet playfully! And the way he used the tip of his tongue to daringly probe her cunt and asshole while he was lapping up and down the length of her slit!
"UUUuuuummmmmmm!!!"
Her mother's mews were driving Janie wild! Her memory of having her father's tongue in her pussy was so vivid she could feel each flick as she watched him lick her mother!
"OH! CHRIST, THAT'S SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD!"
Janie couldn't stand it anymore!
"Can I try sucking his cock?" she asked in a low voice that wasn't much above a whisper. She waited breathlessly for a moment to see if her mother would say anything, then she knelt between her father's legs and reached out to grasp his rigid shaft in both of her warm, young hands.
Grace saw her daughter kneel between Fred's legs and reach out to take his long, hard rod in her little hands. Her daughter's question registered vaguely in her mind when she saw Janie bend down to bring her lips to the swollen head at the end of Fred's trembling shaft.
"Cricket..." she began, wanting to stop her daughter from taking her father's cock into her mouth. Just as she spoke, Fred fluttered his tongue against her erect clitoris to drive her absolutely wild and she let her words die in her throat. Even though her entire body quaked under his attack, Grace's eyes remained fixed on her husband's huge prick slowly disappearing into her daughter's mouth. It was one of the most thrilling experiences she had ever had, riding his wonderful tongue and watching Janie suck his prick!
"OOOooooohhhh!"
Janie's body jolted to life as she slowly sucked his cock into her mouth. She could feel the excitement flush her skin and tingle her scalp. Janie knew that her mother was watching her every move and that thrilled her. If she accepted this, she'd soon accept Fred fucking her, Janie mused!
Fred McElhaney was blind. His face was covered with the lovely sight of his wife's crotch. When he opened his eyes he stared directly at her puckered anus. But even if he couldn't see what was happening, he knew that it was Janie sucking his cock! No two women in the world used the same technique. How each girl sucked cock was as individual as a fingerprint. And the mouth wrapped around his aching, throbbing, straining prick right now was his daughter's!
He thought briefly that Janie was taking an awful gamble going this far the first time with Grace, but at the same time he had to admit that Grace wasn't protesting.
And Fred wondered if he'd ever been this hot before in his life. He'd never had his cock sucked while he ate another woman's cunt! His balls felt like they were made of molten lead. Christ, she's scraping her teeth along my dick, he cried to himself!
"Move your head up and down faster," Grace suggested to her daughter.
Fred wanted to scream at Grace to let her alone! Janie had him hot enough as it was! And now she had to start teaching her!
"That's it, Cricket! Here, let me stroke the base while you suck the head," she offered, leaning down and taking the thick base of Fred's prick in her hand to begin pumping it wildly while her daughter concentrated on sucking the swollen tip.
Fred was beside himself! He sucked Grace's large clitoris into his mouth and began nibbling on it with his teeth. He knew that drove her crazy.
"OH! OH, FRED! AAAAAAaaaahhh! FRED!"
Grace pumped his prick as fast as she could while he nibbled on her clitoris. Sparks were racing through her body like exploding arrows. She thought she was going to faint when he jabbed the tip of his nose into her vagina and began fucking her with it like a woodpecker attacking a delicious tree!
Her mother's scream sent goosepimples rushing across Janie's skin. Then, with the suddenness of an erupting volcano, her father's prick exploded in her mouth! His cream splashed against the roof of her mouth and went gushing down her throat. She swallowed and swallowed as her mother kept pumping the base of his cock. She loved his warm juice!
"Good... Lord!" Grace gasped. "That was a bell-ringer! Oh, did he come in your mouth, darling?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry," Grace said. "I think I must have been carried away. Did you mind?"
Janie had to quickly remind herself that this was supposed to be the first time she had ever given a man a blowjob.
"It... surprised me," she said slowly. "But I liked it. It was fun!"
"I'm glad, Cricket," Grace sighed. "Oh wow, that really drained me! I feel as weak as a kitten. Did Cricket satisfy you, Fred?"
"God, yes!"
"We both had wallbangers, didn't we?" Grace sighed as she climbed off her husband's face to collapse on the couch.
"All except me," Janie said wistfully.
"Oh! That's right, you didn't get to come," Grace remarked slowly. "What can we do? You could use my vibrator, Cricket."
"Could I try what you had?" she asked eagerly.
"That's up to your father, honey," Grace laughed. "I don't know if his tongue can hold out.
"Sure," Fred said. "Come on, Cricket, put that little cunt of yours on my face."
Janie needed no further urging! She climbed quickly on top of her father and squatted above his face. She held onto the back of the couch for balance and lowered her sopping wet pussy to his mouth.
"OOOOOoooooooeeeeee!!! Wow, does that feel good!" she cried when she felt Fred's tongue slide into her damp slit to begin massaging her erect and quivering clitoris.
"Isn't that something else, Cricket?" Grace laughed.
"Oh, Mom! This is neat!" Grace laughed.
"Did you hear that, Fred. You're neat at eating pussy!" Grace cried. "The fastest tongue in the Pacific Northwest," Grace added with almost hysterical laughter.
Grace finally calmed herself and reached out to take his now partially limp penis fondly in her hand. How she wished her parents had done this with her! Sex is so wholesome and clean this way. She began stroking her husband's prick while she watched him lick their thirteen-year-old daughter's slit.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Time has an elusive quality. For certain busy, involved people, time ceases to exist even before it is born. Hours, days, weeks and months seem to meld into an amorphous stream of the ongoing event of living.
For the McElhaney family time took wings. The day after Grace returned from burying her sister in Spokane Janie began her period. Then, when she was through her cycle, Janie's mother began hers. Several planned swinging dates were of necessity postponed.
During this period, Fred McElhaney was given daily, and sometimes twice daily, blowjobs by either his wife or daughter. And while he and Janie both longed to enjoy intercourse during the time Grace had her curse, the three-way relationship simply had not progressed that far and they had to content themselves with oral gratification.
Also during this period Fred found himself increasingly involved in the swinger's community project with Linda and Ed Jackson. The Jacksons were moving with the speed of lightning! First there was a meeting with Harold and Betty Morgan.
"How long would you estimate it will take to sell this out, Fred?" Harold Morgan asked.
"How long is a piece of string?" Fred countered. "I haven't the slightest idea. I can tell you how long it will take to build."
"Look, Harold," Ed jumped in, "none of us really know how long it will take to sell this project. You know as many swinging couples as we do, probably more. How do you think the people you know will react to the concept?"
"If you ask me," Betty Morgan offered, "I'd say a number of couples will want to live in the project. It's sort of the answer to a swinger's prayers. I think they'll jump at it."
"I'll admit that it sounds good," Harold said, "but we musn't forget that many of these couples are fairly well committed to where they currently live."
"Right," Fred agreed. "They'd have to sell their current homes before they could commit themselves to the new project."
"And there are things like PTA, Scouts, school districts and all of that," Harold added.
"That's why I suggested we approach this on a stair step basis," Fred offered. "If we plan of fifty families for the project, let's set it up for twenty-five originally. We can always expand later if the demand warrants."
"I agree one hundred per cent," Harold commented. "Look, let's go ahead with this as fast as we can. Here's what I propose. I'll commit a hundred thousand to the project on this basis: first, we get verbal commitments from ten couples. These couples will agree to buy on a break-ground basis and make their deposit the day we actually do break ground. We'll shoot at building twenty per cent above what we have committed. We can tie up the land on an option contract, right Fred?"
"Certainly."
"Ten couples?" Ed said slowly. "Does that include the three couples represented in this meeting?"
"Absolutely!" Harold Morgan laughed. "Betty and I will definitely commit. We do, Fred, reserve the right to some custom design features we will want in out own unit."
"The way I plan to set it up," Fred replied, "will allow a maximum of custom design latitude so that every buyer will be able to choose from a wide field of features. You can count Grace and me in."
"And you know Linda and I are in," Ed chuckled. "The way I read this, then, is that we need to find seven more swinging couples to launch the project."
"Right," Harold Morgan agreed. "And Betty and I will help in that department. We'll start contacting swingers we know to see who might be interested."
"Why don't we throw a big swinging party?" Betty suggested.
"I think my party-girl would like to solve the international situation with a party," Harold laughed.
"It's not a bad idea," Linda chuckled.
The party was scheduled for two weeks hence, had managed to obtain verbal commitments from had managed to obtain verbal commitments from nine swinging couples-two more than needed.
At this point Fred McElhaney's work began in earnest. He arranged with an architect friend of his to draw the plans on a contingent basis. Then he began a thorough search of the Greater Portland area for the site of the new swinger's community. They wanted it away from crowded areas, yet close to freeways for easy commuting.
After three days of driving over what seemed like every inch of land in the county, Fred was about to give up in despair. He was asking a farmer for directions when luck smiled on him. The farmer mentioned that a friend of his had just passed away and the man's widow was anxious to sell their small farm.
One look told Fred that this was the spot. Located less than fifteen minutes from downtown Portland and only three minutes from the freeway, the small farm was nestled between the river and a gentle rising slope that became a small cliff. There was plenty of water from natural artesian wells and electricity ran to the property.
The undulating quality of the land made some changes necessary in the basic design of the property, but also offered some very pleasant views.
With Harold Morgan's help, Fred had the property optioned within twenty-four hours.
"I just can't believe everything is happening so fast!" Grace remarked when Fred drove her out to see the property after she got off work. "And this is such a perfect location!"
"Think you'll like living out here?" Fred asked with a smile.
"Are you kidding?" Grace laughed. "Who wouldn't?"
"That's the way I feel."
"Fred," Grace asked seriously, "you've been involved in your share of project developments over the years. You know how many of them have gone up in smoke. Does this swinger's community project really have any hope?"
"I know what you mean, honey," Fred replied equally seriously. "It seems like a miracle the way it's taking shape. I've wondered the same thing-when will the bubble burst? And you know something? I don't think it will."
"Why? What makes this different than any other project?"
"A special interest group, Grace. This isn't the ordinary promoter's development. It began and is designed for a specific purpose, to serve the needs of a special interest group. At this point I'd venture to say that well be oversold in six months."
Fred's prophecy would miss the mark by only nine days, but he had no way of knowing that when they stood on a grassy knoll looking at the peaceful suburban land. Nor could he see many of the hair pulling problems he would face in the next six months, but it is doubtful that such foresight would have changed his course as much as one degree.
"Are you confident enough to put our home up for sale now?" Grace asked, testing his belief.
"I'm glad you mentioned that," Fred replied with a sincere smile. "I think we should list it right away."
Grace nodded. She knew Fred. He'd never been the one for pie-in-the-sky enthusiasm. If he was ready to list the house, she should start packing.
As it turned out, Fred was the one who had to pack. With survey reports, subdivision plans and utility studies needed m a hurry, Fred borrowed a house trailer from a friend and spent five days on the site. On the final day Fred was on the site Harold Morgan brought two bankers out and within an hour had firm commitments for all financing, including, to Fred's relief, interim money.
"I feel like I've got hold of a rocket and can't let go." Fred remarked to Grace and Janie one night. "I've never in my life seen a project take off like this one has."
"I hate to sound like Ima Grabber, honey,"
Grace remarked, "but inasmuch as you're contracting this whole thing, are you earning your standard fees?"
"Yes, believe it or not. I offered to cut my fees, but Harold and Ed wouldn't hear of it. They feel I'm reasonable and they say that they would have to pay the same fees to any contractor."
"Fantastic!" Grace cried. "This should end the personal recession we've been in for several years!"
"Right. We won't get rich on it, but it's the same as landing contracts to build at least thirty or forty individual houses. Did I tell you that we're up to a maximum potential of sixty-three units?"
"And how many are committed?" Grace asked.
"Are you ready for this? Harold and Ed have twenty-four commitments as of today."
"I can't believe it!"
"Neither can I, but there it is."
"When do you start building?" Janie asked, now caught up in her parents' excitement for the new project.
"Groundbreaking is scheduled for next Monday morning," Fred replied. "That's more symbolic than anything else. Mostly to get the commitments nailed down with money. Actual construction should begin in about ten days."
On the afternoon of the night of the big swinging party held by Harold and Betty Morgan the McElhaney family had the misfortune to eat two pizzas from a local fast food house and by six o'clock all three were suffering the living hell of a mild case of food poisoning.
The party was an unprecedented success and Harold and Ed came up with eight new commitments. The two distaff members of the McElhaney family were at the point of tears about their lack of sexual activity over the past three weeks.
"Aren't we ever going to have a party?" Janie demanded. "Just listening to Linda describe the balling at that big party made me hot!"
"Me too!" Grace said.
"Okay, okay," Fred laughed. "Lord knows, I agree with you two. It's time we met some people and had some fun."
"When?" both girls said simultaneously.
"How about tomorrow night?" Fred asked with a beaming smile.
"Really?" Janie cried.
"Where?" Grace wanted to know.
"Right here. Linda and Fred met a couple through one of the clubs who has a fourteen-year-old son who swings with them. The Jacksons said they're great people and terrific swingers, so I called them and set up a date for tomorrow night."
"But we don't know what they look like or anything!" Grace protested. "What if we don't like them?"
"No sweat," Fred assured her. "This is an informal meeting to have a cocktail type thing. If we like them, we swing. If not, it's just to get acquainted. Completely open, honey."
"Sounds great to me!" Janie remarked. "But do I have to ball the boy? What if he's some dopey kid like some of the boys at school?"
"It's open all around, Cricket," Fred laughed.
CHAPTER NINE
"We've been anxious to meet you McElhaneys since the Jacksons told us about you. From what we hear, you're about to become the most famous swingers in the country!" the short, stocky man in his forties remarked with a laugh as they poured a second round of cocktails.
"That's right," his wife, a gorgeous brunette in her thirties agreed. "We were talking to some swinging friends of ours in San Francisco on the phone last night and they wanted to know if we'd met the McElhaneys, the people who were building the swinger's condominium."
"People in San Francisco?" Grace asked.
"Didn't the Jacksons tell you that we just moved up here from San Francisco? George was transferred here by his company."
"They're very discrete," Grace replied. "I'm afraid they didn't tell us very much about you."
"I must say that I'm surprised that our fame has spread to San Francisco," Fred remarked with a laugh.
"Oh, this condominium project is the talk of the swinging world," Joyce Brock remarked.
"And I think you probably know that the swinging grapevine is faster than the speed of light," George Brock added with a hearty laugh.
Janie had decided to not risk alcohol for the evening. The memory of her monumental hangover the last time combined with her recent bout with food poisoning made her doubly cautious. Her father had suggested wine and she was sipping a glass while she studied the new family.
George Brock was not the most attractive man she had ever seen. He was built too much like a fireplug. Even so, his pink cheeks and merry personality made her like him almost from the start. His wife Joyce, on the other hand, was a real beauty. She was slender and had the appearance of a young girl. She wore her hair in the current frizzle fad and her face was completely free of any makeup whatsoever. She was very stylish and looked like she had an excellently proportioned figure. If she's lacking in any department, Janie decided, it's probably between the ears. Joyce Brock had a rather vacant stare, but when she spoke her face became very animated and gay.
Bobby Brock, their fourteen-year-old son, was average as far as Janie was concerned. Like his father, he was short and stocky, but not fat. Janie glanced at him several times, looking for something she could like, and she caught him furtively studying her. Janie sighed, deciding she'd go along with whatever developed even if she lacked a great deal of enthusiasm. Bobby wasn't ugly, he just wasn't much of anything!
"More and more families are having their children swing with them," George Brock said. "Bobby started swinging with us last year. Funny how they tend to pair off, though. Don't know about your pretty daughter, but Bobby always likes to ball with someone older. How about you, Janie? Do you prefer older men?"
"Sure!" Janie replied brightly. "I guess most of us want to ball someone really experienced, someone we can learn from."
"Well, well!" George said, his lips forming a somewhat obscene grin.
Janie quickly glanced at her mother and father. Fred could hardly keep his eyes off of Joyce Brock, and Janie could hardly blame him! There was no doubt in the thirteen-year-old girl's mind that Fred wanted to ball Joyce. Grace wasn't nearly as easy to figure. Janie noted that her mother was watching Bobby Brock with an amused, perhaps even interested smile. She also noted that Grace almost never looked at George Brock. And Janie could hardly blame her mother. George Brock simply wasn't any girl's dream of a handsome man.
If they were going to swing, Janie was becoming convinced that they would split up with Joyce and Fred, Bobby and her mother, and she and George Brock. Because she liked his personality, the thought of making love with the older, stocky man did not turn Janie off. The important thing was to work her mother up to accepting her as a full swinger so that she could also enjoy screwing her father. Why was life so damned complicated at times!
"How about another drink?" Janie said brightly as she walked up to where George Brock was sitting in the overstuffed chair.
"Why sure, Janie!" he laughed, draining his glass and handing it to her.
Janie took his glass, walked over to the bar her father had set up and poured him another gimlet over rocks. She carried it back and purposely sat on the arm of the big chair as she handed it to him.
"You're certainly one of the prettiest girls I've seen!" George commented, placing his stubby hand casually on the thirteen-year-old child's knee. "But I suppose all the boys at school tell you that."
"It's better when a mature man says it," Janie said, hoping she didn't sound as stupid as she thought she did. Oddly enough, the older man's hand on her knee was arousing her. It was partly his touch and partly the fact that the room was charged with high voltage sexuality at the moment.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Bobby Brock casually move over to sit down beside her mother on the couch. And almost at the same time Fred walked over to the other end of the couch to sit down beside Joyce Brock.
Janie had no idea whether her move had triggered everything or if the situation had simply reached that point. Voices lowered from general conversation to the level of intimate, one-on-one talk. Without anybody saying anything, it was obvious that a decision to party had been made.
"How long have you been swinging, Janie?" George Brock asked, his hand slowly moving up her velvet thigh. His fingers were already above the hem of her skirt.
"Not long," she replied evasively. "What's your favorite thing in sex, George?" she asked, boldly using his first name.
"Everything!" he replied with a warm laugh. "Do you mind what I'm doing now?"
"No," she replied. "But I wish we had our clothes off. Do you have a big prick?"
"Why don't you find out for yourself?" he replied, taking her hand in his and guiding it to the bulge in his lap.
"Is it all right if I take my clothes off?" Janie asked, squeezing his hard, throbbing prick in her hand.
"Sure! Ooohh! That sure felt good, Janie!"
Janie laughed and quickly stood up to begin taking her dress of. She had purposely worn a one-piece dress that buttoned down the front because it was easy to take off. The thirteen-year-old girl glanced around the room, wondering if she was the first to strip. She was surprised to find that Joyce Brock had beaten her to the honor of being first. Joyce's stylish clothes were dumped in a heap on the floor and she was locked in a passionate embrace with Janie's father while he held his hand over her crotch and caressed her.
As she turned to slip out of her dress, Janie glanced at her mother on the couch with fourteen-year-old Bobby Brock. Bobby was on his knees on the floor in front of the couch. Grace's dress was hiked up around her waist and her panties were on the floor. Bobby was leaning in with his face buried in Janie's mother's crotch and from the expression on her face the pubescent girl knew that her mother was thoroughly enjoying what he was doing to her!
What surprised Janie was how stimulating it was to watch others in sex! She could feel her juices flowing freely in her pussy and her nipples were beginning to tingle.
"That's one hell of a set of tits, Janie," George Brock said admiringly.
Janie turned to find him standing stark naked behind her. She looked down and saw his rigid prick sticking straight out from his groin. It wasn't as long as her father's, but it was every bit as thick!
"Do you like to watch the others?" he asked, taking her in his arms and rubbing his hairy chest against her tits.
"It's fun," she giggled.
"Looks like your mother enjoys having her cunt licked. She'll love Bobby. All the women say he can eat a cunt like nobody else. Do you like to feel a good tongue on your pussy, Janie?"
"God yes!" she said, taking his straining cock in her hand and stroking it gently while he pressed his body against hers. "Do you like to have your cock sucked?" she giggled.
"You'd better believe it, Janie! Hey, why don't we play the French game?"
"What's that?" she asked, stroking his cock more firmly now that he had slipped his hand between her thighs and was rubbing her slit.
"Sixty-nine."
"What?"
"You suck my cock while I lick your cunt," George said, lowing himself to the soft carpet and pulling her down with him. "You sit on my face and let me lap that beautiful crack of yours. We'll see who can make the other come first. How's that?"
"A contest?"
"Why not? Tell you what. If you make me come first, I'll give you twenty bucks. If I make you come first, you have to do whatever I want. How's that?"
"Okay!" Janie cried enthusiastically. She'd never been in a sex contest before and it sounded like fun.
Straddling his head, Janie lowered herself to a sitting position with her sopping wet crotch placed squarely against his mouth. She wiggled her hips until she was in the perfect position, then reached out and grasped his rigid prick in her hand and leaned down to bring her lips to the swollen head.
"Hey! HEY! No fair! OOOOoooooooooooh-hhh!!!!" Janie gasped when he began vibrating the pointed tip of his tongue against her already trembling clitoris. He was out to win! Well, she'd show him! As she quickly drew his surging penis into her mouth, Janie wondered what her mother would think when she saw her like this with Mr. Brock.
Grace hardly paid any attention to her young daughter on the floor with George Brock. She was on her second crashing orgasm with the man's son eating her, and Grace knew that she had never been eaten like this before in her life! The young boy's mouth and tongue were so loving, yet so absolutely energetic. She reached down and placed her hands on the darling boy's head and pressed his face into her steaming hot cunt.
"AAAaaaaaiiieeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!" she cried when at the very instant of her orgasm the boy scraped his teeth over the quaking surface of her clitoris. It was as if a huge bomb had exploded inside her! She wiggled her hips and rubbed her burning crotch against his face.
Grace closed her eyes and rode the waves of passion sweeping through her body. She realized how ridiculous she must look sitting on the edge of the couch with her skirt hiked up around her waist, her legs spread wide apart and the fourteen-year-old boy kneeling before her with his face buried in her love nest, but she didn't care! Even her reluctance to ball a child had disappeared with the thrills he produced in her body!
"Was that good?" Bobby asked when she finally released his face from her spent sex.
"God yes, darling!" Grace sighed. "Who ever taught you how to do that?"
"My mother," the boy responded immediately. "She says that most men don't know how to eat a girl's cunt and she made me practice on her every day until I learned."
Grace could hardly imagine what it would be like to have an eager pupil like Bobby practicing cunnilingus on her every day until he perfected the art.
"And what did your mother do to you that you liked, Bobby?" she asked.
"Everything," the boy replied with a broad grin as he stood before the couch and casually began taking his clothes off. "She taught me how to fuck, and she wakes me up every Saturday morning with a blowjob. I really like that!"
"Would you like me to suck your cock, Bobby?" Grace asked a little breathlessly as she saw the young boy's rigid prick suddenly spring out of his underpants. His penis was of medium length and slender. It was as smooth as a piece of polished ivory and as hard as a rock. The swollen head was flushed a bright pink from the friction against his pants while he'd been licking her.
"Sure!" Bobby replied.
Grace reached out and took his exciting cock in her hand and slowly pulled him toward her so that he was standing directly in front of her. She caressed the throbbing organ in her hand for a long, affectionate moment and then guided it to her parted lips.
Both Fred and Janie would have been very pleased to hear Bobby explain how he and his mother practiced sex at home, but both were far too occupied with their own situations to listen to the conversations of others in the room.
Janie had her hands and mouth full as she dedicated herself to winning the orgasm contest with George Brock. She wasn't at all sure she was going to win! The older man's experienced mouth and tongue were working her hot young cunt to the point that Janie's entire body was trembling like a leaf in a heavy storm. In turn, Janie was concentrating on the older man's prick in her mouth. She licked and sucked relentlessly, at the same time fondling his balls in her hand.
Fred McElhaney was enjoying a rarely experienced thorough swabbing down of his anus and genitals by a beautiful woman who warned him early that she was a devoted oralist. If anything, Fred thought, Joyce was guilty of understatement! She had a tongue like an anteater! And the inside of her mouth was like a warm, humid oven.
They began with a passionate embrace that included a series of hungry, soul-inspiring kissing and ear explorations that left them both panting for breath. Then Joyce slid her slender, beautifully formed body down his like an undulating snake until she was stretched out between his legs with her mouth on his crotch.
As he watched her through excited eyes, she licked every part of his thighs and abdomen, skirting around his long, rigid shaft with each pass in a teasing way that made his balls ache. And when his testicles began rumbling with desire, Joyce held them in her hand and began licking them like they had never been licked before.
When she pulled his inflated, throbbing balls into her mouth and began teasing and caressing them with her lips and teeth, Fred wondered if he could reach an orgasm this way. God knows, he told himself, I'm close enough!
What amazed him was Joyce's remarkable perception. It seemed that every time he reached the razor's edge of a climax she changed her attack.
He had closed his eyes for a moment when he suddenly felt her hands beneath the cheeks of his ass. She lifted his tail from the carpet, all the time probing his crack with her long, talented tongue. When he raised his legs for her, she sent her tongue flashing into his crevice. She licked him hungrily, darting the point of her tongue into his anus teasingly. The teasing ended when she rolled her tongue and forced it into his bowels, and at that point Fred moaned with pleasure. Joyce used her tongue like a penis to run in and out of Fred's asshole, at the same time holding and stroking his long, thick, trembling cock in her experienced hand.
When his entire body was quaking, Joyce kissed his anus with her lips and then quickly brought her mouth up to his straining prick. Realizing he was too hot for any more stimulation, Joyce parted her velvety lips and slid them over the swollen, bright pink head of his aching cock.
She ran it in and out of her mouth quickly, bringing him to a roaring, moaning climax, then slowly and patiently set about draining his nuts into her throat. Her body quivered as she enjoyed a lovely climax of her own by swallowing his warm cream.
"That... has ... to be the ... greatest blowjob I've ever had!" Fred sighed. "My god, that was something else, Joyce!"
"Sex is an art," she said with a smile as she slithered her slender body up his frame to run her fingers through his hair and lick his face. "More people should study it. I'm so glad your ass was sensitive. I love doing that!"
"That was another first for me," he admitted.
"Don't you and Grace play Greek games?" Joyce asked with a girlish giggle.
"No."
"Oh, my! Grace is in for a pleasant surprise, then. Bobby is a true Greek lover. Women who've never tried it before go out of their minds when Bobby fucks them in the ass. His cock is still short and thin, so it doesn't hurt like this sausage of yours would. I just love him to shove it up my tail! We do it all the time. And when I'm super sexy, I like to have both George and Bobby in me at the same time. George stuffs my cunt with his cock while Bobby shoves his prick up my ass, and they both fuck me at the same time. Tell Grace she'll have to try that some time. Shell-oh, look! Grace is getting her Greek initiation!"
Fred turned and saw Grace kneeling on the floor with her rump high in the air. She still had her clothes on and her skirt was simply lifted up around her waist. Fourteen-year-old Bobby was stark naked and kneeling behind her. He held his cock in his hand and was crawling up to her ass.
Grace felt silly kneeling in this position with all of her clothes on while everybody else in the room was by now nude. While she had sat on the couch sucking the cute boy's darling prick, Bobby had rubbed his knee against her hairy crotch until she was as hot as he was. Then he told her he wanted to fuck her and he coaxed her down on the floor beside him.
Bobby's hand never left her crotch when he asked her to get on her hands and knees so he could take her "doggy style." Grace glanced around the room and felt her temperature rise as she saw her thirteen-year-old daughter sitting on Bobby's father's face and sucking his cock so energetically that her golden strawberry hair became a blurred halo around her bobbing head.
And at the other end of the couch she saw her husband and the beautiful brunette locked in a passionate embrace while the girl's hand fondled his long prick.
Grace had never realized how stimulating it was to watch others enjoying sex. For the first time she understood why people went to see the erotic movies. Just watching her daughter energetically suck George's cock turned her on!
And this delightful boy! Grace knew she should feel guilty about playing with a child of fourteen, but she didn't! They way he had licked her cunt! Two orgasms, one after the other. Then sucking his darling little prick. And now he wanted to mount her from behind and fuck her. His constantly caressing and fondling hands and fingers had turned her body into a molten pot of superheated passion and she ached to be fucked!
For Bobby this was the very best time of all! The first time when the women had no idea what he was going to do. They were expecting him to shove his cock into their cunt and fuck them. What a surprise they got when he stuck his prick in their asshole and reamed them out good!
Bobby stroked his prick until the head was covered with a white foam of his lubricating juices. Then he guided it to the puckered target between the cheeks of her ass.
"No, darling," Grace said softly when she felt the boy's cock pressed against her asshole, "you're at the wrong place."
Bobby smiled to himself and braced his legs.
"Bobby!" Grace said more firmly. "You're too high, dear. Drop it down to my cunt. Here, I'll help . .. AAAAaarrrrruuuugghhhhhhhhh!"
Holding firmly onto the older woman's waist, Bobby rammed his hard penis to the very depths of her bowels with one vicious stroke.
Grace's scream brought every eye in the room to where she was kneeling on the floor with the young boy behind her with his cock firmly planted in her rectum.
"Look, she's getting it up her ass now!" Joyce giggled, squeezing Fred's rapidly expanding prick in her hand.
"Didn't sound painless to me," Fred remarked.
"That was just the first shock," Joyce explained. "In a minute or two she'll be begging for it. Watch."
Across the room a much needed truce was arranged in the sucking contest between George Brock and Janie McElhaney. Both had been on the verge of losing, or winning as the case might be, their game of seeing who could bring the other to climax first in a mad game of sixty-nine.
"Truce!" Janie cried, slipping his cock out of her mouth.
"Okay," George sighed with relief, letting his tongue rest from its vigorous licking of the thirteen-year-old girl's slit.
"What's happened to Mom?"
"Unless I miss my guess," George chuckled, "Bobby is screwing her in the ass."
"But he's hurting her!"
"Just the first shot," George reassured the fantastic young teenager. "All women react like that. In a minute or two she'll be losing her mind with passion, believe me. They all do. Bobby knows how to fuck a girl's ass so she'll lose her mind. He can do it because of that thin little prick of his."
"And women like it?" Janie asked.
"Nope. They love it. Just watch. We'll declare a full truce for a minute, okay?"
"Okay," Janie replied, idly stroking the older man's thick prick while she watched her mother on her hands and knees with the boy fucking her from behind.
The expression on her mother's face was gradually changing. When Janie had first looked Grace's face had registered shock. Her eyes had been wide open and bulging. Her mouth hung open as if in disbelief, and her forehead was creased with wrinkles. Janie couldn't remember seeing her mother's features so harshly etched.
First the creases in her forehead disappeared. Then her mouth closed and her eyes softened. Janie could hardly understand the transformation that was taking place so rapidly in her mother's expression.
Grace herself was amazed at the transformation in her body. When the fourteen-year-old boy's hard prick had lunged to the depths of her bowels the pain had shot through her system like a rocket. It was a searing, biting pain that ripped through her like an electric shock. And as quick as it had come, it passed and was gone!
Not that she couldn't feel his prick in her bowels. She could feel it, every inch of it. She was stuffed with his prick. And she could feel it moving in and out of her in a rapid series of strokes. What Grace couldn't understand was why it felt so good, so very good?
It was different than having a cock in her cunt, very different. It was a different sensation altogether. Yet it was very exciting! Grace decided that it was, in fact, very, very exciting!
"AAAaaaahhhhh!!!!!" she moaned as he jabbed the entire length of his rockhard little prick into her asshole.
"Like it up your ass?" Bobby laughed as he banged her.
"Yes!" Grace gasped.
"Tell me!" Bobby laughed.
"I like it up my ass, Bobby!" Grace moaned.
"Hey, Dad!" Bobby called. "Come over and lick her cunt while I fuck her ass."
"Okay, son!" George replied. "We do that for Joyce. I eat her pussy while he screws her ass," George explained to Janie. "Come on over with me.
Janie lifted her pussy from the older man's face and crawled over to where Bobby and her mother were balling. She watched George get on his back on the floor and slide up under Grace's body. He reached up and caressed her hanging breasts on his way to her crotch. Then Janie saw him bring his face up between Grace's legs.
"OOOOooooohhhh!!! OH... OH, MY GOD!!!!" Grace gasped when she felt George's tongue slide into her hot slit while his son continued ramming his prick up her ass.
Janie was amazed by the possibilities of group sex. The look of joy on her mother's face told the young girl how much she was enjoying this unique attack on her body. The thirteen-year-old girl told herself she would have to try this some time.
George's body was stretched out so that his cock was sticking straight up in the air. Janie grasped it in her hand and stroked it for a moment. From the way it trembled in her grasp she knew that he was very close to coming. Janie was very hot herself. Her cunt was still sopping wet from the excitement he had given her with his tongue.
"Mom?"
"Yes, dear?" Grace said in a hoarse whisper between moans of pleasure.
"Can I sit on his prick?" Janie asked. "Does that feel good?" Janie inquired in her remembered role of the young virgin.
"God, yes!" Grace groaned. "Here, I'll hold it for you and you squat over it. No, darling, more this way. There! That's it! Can you feel it pressing against your hole?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Sit down on it, Janie!" Grace urged. "Ill hold it. That's it!"
"Wheeeeeeee!!!!!" Janie cried as she ran her hot, wet cunt down his cock like a fireman sliding down a pole. She wasn't acting now. Her cunt was so hot she thought she was going to come the minute she felt his cock inside her.
"Isn't that fun?" Grace sighed. "OOOOOooohhhhh! God, they're driving me crazy!"
"How does it feel to have a prick in your ass, Mom?" Janie asked, now beginning to bounce slowly up and down on George's throbbing rod.
"Divine! Absolutely... divine!! Jesus, can he ever lick a pussy!"
"Isn't he good?" Janie agreed, now moving her hips faster as the passion in her body began sending waves of joy sweeping through her veins.
"OOOOooohhhh! BOBBY, FUCK ME!!!!" Grace cried as her body seemed to lift from the floor to float on an electric cloud.
Unable to resist, Fred and Joyce gaily crawled across the room to get in on the fun. Joyce moved up behind her fourteen-year-old son's bucking body and casually reached out to take his bouncing little balls in her hand to fondle and caress as he poured his prick up Grace's quaking tail.
"Give her a hot enema, Bobby," Joyce urged in a hoarse whisper. To emphasize her point and at the same time increase her son's pleasure, Joyce worked her middle finger up his asshole and began massaging his prostrate as he continued his deep thrusts into Grace's willing rectum.
Janie was riding George's rigid pole gaily, bouncing up and down on his groin with youthful abandon. Her attention was fixed on the sight of his hard prick disappearing into her body with each downward motion of her young pelvis.
When the thirteen-year-old girl looked up for a moment she found her father kneeling beside her. His huge penis was fully erect and sticking out from his groin like a beckoning beacon. The sight of his magnificent cock sent new waves of passion sweeping through her system and she reached out to grasp his trembling shaft in her hand to bring it to her hungry, loving mouth.
It was almost an automatic reaction on Janie's part, but the moment she felt her body filled with two hard cocks she went wild! She could feel both of the pricks pulsing inside her body; George's in her hot box, and her father's in her throat.
"Fuck me, Bobby! FUCK ME!" Grace cried urgently as her body threatened to explode. Was it the boy's prick in her ass? Or was it watching her thirteen-year-old daughter bounce up and down on George's cock while George licked Grace's pussy with his wild, flicking tongue? Or could it be watching Janie suck Fred's cock while she rode another prick for all her young body was worth? Grace had no idea, all she knew was that she couldn't remember being this intensely excited before!
" AAA AAAaaaaiiieeeee!!!"
Grace's scream hung in the air above all over them. When Bobby's cock exploded to send his hot young cream splashing into her bowels, Grace thought she was going to faint! She had to place her hands on her daughter's bouncing shoulders for support as one earthquake after another ripped through her body.
"NOW!" Janie cried, her word a muffled grunt as the result of a mouthful of Fred's giant cock. And just as she started coming, she felt Fred's cock erupt to send its load of lava into her throat.
"UUUuuummmmmmppppphhhh!!!"
The strangled grunt came below. George Brock was shooting his load into the beautiful young teenager's hot, wet twat and his scream of pleasure was completely muffled against the soft gag of Grace's pussy covering his mouth.
This was just the beginning of a long, exhausting evening for the six swingers. Every conceivable combination of hands, mouths and genitals was tried. Janie begged for and received an opportunity to try taking Bobby's hard prick up her ass. Grace, at the urging of the Brocks, took on both George and his son at the same time. Bobby fucked her ass while George screwed her cunt.
It was almost midnight when Fred and Janie boldly decided to test Grace's reaction to their coupling. The scene developed in a casual manner during a group ball. Fred was stretched out on his back with Joyce sitting, wiggling and squirming, on his mouth. Grace was mounted on top of George, riding his prick slowly for a deliciously patient fuck.
Janie grabbed the opportunity and climbed up on top of her father's groin to impale her cunt on his massive manhood. Side by side with her mother, Janie rode her father's thick cock for all she was worth.
Both father and daughter smiled to themselves when Grace urged her daughter on as they rode a match race toward climax.
CHAPTER TEN
"Where did it come from?" Grace demanded.
"Christ, I don't know!" Fred snapped.
"Well, don't bark at me like that," Grace responded with a sigh.
"Sorry," Fred apologized quickly. "This is going to play holy hell with us."
Both were referring to an article in the local gossip column in the newspaper. In a chatty, slicing paragraph, the gossip columnist asked, "Who are the prominent people devoting so much time and money to building a wife-swapping commune?"
"If it stops there," Grace suggested, "maybe it won't bother anybody."
"It won't stop there," Fred sighed.
Fred was, of course, right. The following morning the gossip column carried a longer, more detailed mention of the swinger's community project.
"It's being whispered about among people in the know," the gossip columnist wrote, "that a large condominium project for swinging marrieds is about to begin construction. Reportedly located near Portland, this wife-swapping paradise will be one of the first of its kind in the country. Oregon is noted for its sophisticated attitude, but some may believe that this is going a little too far. California and Florida are noted for their Disneylands and amusement parks. Will this wife-swapper's paradise become Oregon's claim to fame?"
Harold Morgan called an emergency meeting of the group involved with the project. The atmosphere in Harold's living room was tense and angry.
"The snotty, sarcastic sonofabitch!" Linda remarked.
"She should have an accident," Betty Morgan added.
"She already did," Linda retorted. "She was hatched!"
"Okay, okay, girls," Harold said with raised hands to quiet the room. His concern was etched on his face. Deep lines creased his forehead and his eyes shone dully in the dark circles that surrounded them.
Looking at him, Grace reminded herself that the aging swinger had one hundred thousand dollars invested in the project. That was ample reason for his concern.
"I suppose," Ed Jackson remarked, "that we're here to discuss how all of this publicity will affect the project."
"Right," Betty Morgan said. "Harold's worried ..."
"You bet your sweet ass I'm worried," Harold interrupted. "And we'd all better be worried. Fred, how do you react to all of this?"
"I don't like it..." Fred began.
"Who does?" Ed quipped. "But I don't see why we should stop construction on the project just because some smart ass got hold of the information and wants to sell a few papers on gossip."
"Do you agree, Fred?" Harold persisted, anxious to hear the opinion of the person he considered the most level-headed in the group.
"No, I'm afraid I don't," Fred responded. "Let me express it from a personal standpoint. Grace and I are buying a unit and will live in the project, but at this particular moment I really don't think we'd even consider moving in."
"Why, for god's sake?" Ed demanded.
"Because we're not anxious to be known as famous swingers," Grace replied.
"Exactly," Fred added. "If this keeps up, and I believe it will, they'll be selling tickets to a tourist attraction. 'See the people in that community? They're swingers. Why, that woman there is probably on her way to an orgy at this very minute.' " Fred offered in a tone mimicking a tour guide.
"Well also be subjected to constant pressure from the local authorities," Grace commented.
"So what can they do?" Linda asked. "Oregon law..."
"They can make life miserable, even if we're not really breaking the law," Fred added. "But that isn't my point. If Grace and I are now reluctant to move in, how many other couples will even consider buying?"
"Precisely!" Harold Morgan agreed. "And that could spell financial disaster for the project, as well as those of us behind it."
"But if we abandon it now," Ed said, "won't that be equally disastrous financially? As I understand it, our money is already committed."
"Ed's right about that," Linda insisted, fighting against hope that she would not see her swinger's community dream vanish in thin air.
"Unless we convert it to a straight community," Fred said.
"Can it be done?" Harold asked quickly. "I mean, can we turn it into a standard residential project?"
"I can't see why not," Fred replied. "Unless this asshole prints the exact location tomorrow morning and blows the whole thing for us."
"How long would it take?" Harold asked nervously.
"Well," Fred responded slowly, "it would probably take a good deal longer to sell it out as a straight project. Some of these condominiums take years to complete. Of course, if we aimed it at a special group-like perhaps a retirement center."
"Who in the hell is going to retire in the Portland area?" Ed laughed. "Even the ducks fly south when they get too old to battle this constant drizzle of ours!"
"Or a religious group," Grace offered.
"A religious group!" Harold cried with obvious delight. Even the creases in his forehead seemed to disappear. "The Children of God!"
"Old Dr. Edmonds and his fanatics," Betty laughed.
"They've been after us to make a contribution for months," Harold explained.
"The Children of God?" Fred asked.
"A fundamentalist group," Harold explained. "Hellfire and damnation. Why don't we donate a piece of land to them for a church? Then we'll offer the subdivision to their fanatics. If we handle it right and donate the land today, well get a press release in the morning. That should cut the feet out from under that columnist!"
Over the constant objections of Ed and Linda Jackson who fought every inch of the way to preserve their swinger's community, the group decided on a plan to turn the land into a religious community with a large church that would eventually operate the project.
Acting with a degree of haste that worried Fred McElhaney, Harold called Dr. Edmonds and invited him to come over for a chat. Linda and Ed left in somewhat of a huff when they could see that their objections were for naught. Fred and Grace remained at Harold and Betty's urging.
"I don't want to face this sanctimonious sonofabitch alone," Harold laughed. "He might annoy me enough to tell him that his religious community will be built on pecker tracks!"
"What would have become a sexual paradise," Grace chuckled. "I doubt his type would believe it."
Dr. Edmonds arrived, his thick, white mane of hair carefully waved and sprayed into place. He wore a black suit and a white turtleneck and carried a leather bound bible under his arm. Dr. Edmonds was a mass of unctuous smiles as he greeted the four people in the luxurious Morgan living room.
Grace saw his eyes flick around the room in an obvious dollar appraisal of the Morgans' possessions while Harold carefully explained his plan to help the good minister build a religious community for his followers. The greed in Dr. Edmonds' eyes made Grace hate the man, but she forced a smile on her lips every time he glanced at her. "My dear, generous Mr. Morgan," the minister began in his deep, honey sweet tones, "God has indeed smiled upon both of us. If I may say so, this illustrates the power of prayer to the All Mighty. Just yesterday I asked my congregation to pray for His guidance to help us find a new, worthy house for our worship of Him. And He promptly sent His word through you, Mr. Morgan. You must be one of His anointed."
"There is a practical aspect to all of this, Doctor," Harold said, hoping to forestall a sermon. He went on to discuss in detail the project he had in mind for the Children of God center. "I want to make it perfectly clear that I expect no profit from this project. I do expect a full return of the investment capital I will put up to launch the project, and that will come from the bank trust well open tomorrow."
Fred smiled when Harold made the last point. He was in effect telling the minister that the church would never lay a finger on his capital, but Fred doubted that the Dr. Edmonds saw or understood the reference.
The newspaper reporter and photographer Harold had called arrived and pictures were made of Harold and Betty with Dr. Edmonds. The reporter asked a number of questions as he made notes for his story.
"That old bastard scares me," the photographer remarked quietly to Grace McElhaney while the rest stood on the other side of the room talking about the project. "I'd rather see the old goat shot with a gun than a camera. He's so oily he can slide through the syrup he lays on those followers of his."
"I agree," Grace remarked with a mild shudder. "But at the paper we've got to play him up," the photographer continued, "because his congregation is so damned big. I think our chief editor is scared to death of the pressure the old goat could bring on us."
"And the 'meek shall inherit the earth,' " Grace remarked. "What?"
"A quotation from the bible."
"Look, lady, if you're a devoted follower of the group, I didn't mean any offense."
"You did," Grace replied with a smile, "and you're lucky I'm not a follower, as you put it."
"Boy for a minute there you really scared me," the photographer said.
"You and your editor, and all of the minority pressure groups scare the living hell out of me," Grace returned. "You detest that man over there as much as I do. You know that he and his kind mold people into convenient shapes merely to satisfy his own goals, and yet you'll help him just because you're afraid hell bring some pressure to bear."
"Look, lady," the photographer replied, "you're part of the group giving him the ground on which he can plant his feet, not me."
"You're right," Grace sighed, "and I almost wish we'd turned it into a giant California-style massage parlor."
"Can I quote you on that?"
"If you do, I'll sue you and castrate you at the same time," Grace replied in a tone of voice that left no room for doubt that she meant what she'd said.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
On Saturday morning the McElhaney family awoke with monumental hangovers. Fred and Grace had remained with the Morgans after the reporter, photographer and Dr. Edmonds left. Neither of the two couples had any desire for sex, but all suffered from a seemingly insatiable thirst and by ten o'clock all four were flying high.
Grace and Fred sat up explaining everything to Janie after they arrived home, and they joined Janie in a completely unnecessary pitcher of gimlets.
"Here it is in the paper!" Janie announced loudly as she ran into her parents' room with the morning paper in her hand.
"Janie!" Grace cried. "Don't scream at the top of your lungs! My god, what a head I've got!"
"Me too," Fred sighed as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up.
"I don't feel so hot either," Janie remarked. "But here it is. It's all here in the morning paper. There's a picture of Mr. and Mrs. Morgan with Dr. Edmonds. 'Sex maniacs give ground to church,' it says."
"What? Let me see that!" Fred demanded, almost tearing the paper out of his thirteen-year-old daughter's hands. Fred scanned the article quickly.
"Does it really say that, Fred?" Grace groaned.
"No," he smiled, reaching out and whacking his giggling daughter on the head with the paper. "Cricket's being a smart ass. The paper gave it quite a bit of coverage. Front page of the local section."
"How about a Bloody Mary, Fred?" Grace moaned. "Really, my head is pounding and my stomach feels like I swallowed a cement mixer."
"Can I have a Bloody Mary too?" Janie asked.
"One thing we don't need, Cricket," Grace remarked, "is a teenage alcoholic in this family."
"I feel as bad as you do," Janie insisted.
"Nobody-but nobody-feels as bad as I do," Grace complained. "Fred?"
"Okay, okay," Fred replied. "Ill mix them if you'll scan this gossip column to see if there's any follow-up."
Fred stumbled out to the kitchen and made quite a racket while he opened and closed cabinets to find the ingredients for a pitcher full of Bloody Marys. He added almost a third of a fifth of vodka to the tomato juice and stirred in the rest of the ingredients.
As he passed the mirror on the outside of the bathroom door on his way back to the bedroom, Fred McElhaney smiled. He hadn't even been conscious of the fact that he was wandering around the house stark naked. Just a few weeks ago he wouldn't have even considered being naked in the house. Was it just a few weeks ago? To Fred it seemed like years.
"Well?" he asked as he lined the glasses up on the nightstand and filled them with the red mixture.
Grace was sitting up in bed, her beautiful breasts completely exposed. She was staring rather dumbly at the paper she held in her hands.
"I don't see anything," she sighed, "but you'd better check it. My mind isn't all together this morning and I don't trust myself. Where's my Bloody Mary? Whoops! Sorry, didn't see you there."
"You're really hung, aren't you, Mom?"
"No, Cricket," Grace replied. "Your father is hung. I'm as sick as a dog."
Fred drained his glass in a series of long swallows and quickly refilled it. Janie laughed when she saw her mother hold her nose and quickly gulp the liquid from her glass.
"It's not funny, young lady," Grace said as she held her glass out to be refilled. "Now drink your Bloody Mary and don't make fun of your parents."
"I can't find a thing," Fred announced as he finished reading the gossip column. "I'd say we managed to shut her up."
"To the tune of more than a hundred grand of Harold's money," Grace commented acidly.
"Harold will get his money back," Fred replied. "It will take a while, but he'll eventually recover every penny he invested."
"And the other couples?" Grace asked.
"They'll get their money back before Harold does. That's the kind of a guy he is."
"Thank goodness!" Grace sighed as her headache subsided. "I feel better already. I think I'll have another for insurance sake."
"Ill mix up another batch," Fred said, emptying the remainder in Janie's glass.
Janie sat down on the edge of the bed while Fred left to make more Bloody Marys.
"Why does a Bloody Mary cure a hangover, Mom?"
"I don't know, Cricket. Just thank god that it does!"
"It's warm in here," Janie sighed, unbuttoning the robe she had put on to go outside and get the morning paper. "Are you sorry, Mom, about the condominium thing blow up?"
Fred walked back into the bedroom before Grace replied. He poured all three of their glasses full of Bloody Mary and set the pitcher down on the nightstand.
"I don't know, Cricket," Grace replied slowly. "In a way, yes, and in a way, no."
"About the same mixed emotions I have," Fred said as he sat down on the bed and swung his feet up to prop himself up against the headboard.
"That party with the Brocks the other night," Grace remarked, "started me wondering about swingers. Not that I didn't have a good time. I could hardly deny that."
"Ill say you couldn't!" Fred laughed. "Not with the number of orgasms you had. I thought we'd have to call the Guinness boys to set new records."
"I know what Mom means," Janie said. "Sure, we all had a good time with the Brocks. We tried all sorts of things that we wouldn't have done on our own."
"That's right, Cricket," Grace said, placing her hand affectionately on her daughter's arm. "It's like tearing off your clothes and running wild through downtown traffic. It might be fun to do it once and see what it was like, but it isn't something you'd want to live with on a constant basis."
"I suppose I have to agree," Fred said with a smile.
"And the thought of living in a community of people like the Brocks is a little frightening,.' Grace added. "I guess I'm a little old-fashioned about my privacy, doing things when I want and not having to go along with a group."
"I wonder if the Brocks are like that all the time?" Janie said.
"I imagine, Cricket," Fred said with a smile. "They've been partying so long they have to do bizarre things to turn themselves on."
"They're silly," Janie laughed, feeling the effect of the vodka in the Bloody Marys for the first time. Her head was light and she was bathed in a comfortably warm glow. "If they loved each other like we do and enjoyed sex like we do together, they'd have much more fun."
"You two sound like you're talking about quitting swinging," Fred remarked.
"Oh no," Janie said quickly.
"I think what we're saying, Fred," Grace explained as the vodka began to catch up with her, "is that swinging can be fun at times with the right people ..."
"Or even the wrong people, if you're in that kind of a mood," Janie interjected.
"But it isn't something to make a steady diet of."
"Not when we can have so much fun together," Janie added, boldly reaching up between her father's legs and wrapping her fingers around his flaccid penis. "Mom and I can share you, can't we, Mom?"
Grace watched her daughter take her father's prick in her hand and experienced a moment of both guilt and jealousy. She wondered if she'd ever get over her ridiculous, old-fashioned morality? It was silly to the point of being childish in this day and age. And she knew she had no reason to be jealous of Cricket as another female vying for Fred's love.
The trouble was that there were no rules for a sophisticated relationship like this and consequently she didn't know how to react. After all, why shouldn't she share her husband with her daughter?
"Of course we can share him, Cricket darling," Grace responded. "Right now, it doesn't look like there's much of him to share."
"Ill bet we can change that," Janie laughed, crawling up between her father's thighs on her knees.
"Here, let me help," Grace laughed.
Grace felt flushed all over as she crawled over to place her face beside her daughter's at Fred's groin. The Bloody Marys had lifted her spirits and quieted the torments of her hangover and she felt a little homy. Just watching Janie take her father's cock in her hand turned Grace on.
Fred had not even been thinking about sex until Janie grasped his prick in her warm, loving hand. When he gazed down to find his wife and his thirteen-year-old daughter licking his meat at the same time, Fred McElhaney considered himself among the luckiest men in the world. They both had their tongues out and were lapping vigorously on each side of his rapidly expanding cock.
"Turn around a bit so I can play with my two favorite cunts," Fred said.
Without missing one lap with their probing, caressing tongues, both Janie and her mother switch positions so that their bottoms were at the sides of Fred's chest.
Fred's eyes moved back and forth between the two completely exposed cunts before him. Then he reached out with both hands and began fondling the two pussies at the same time.
"OH! He's got his finger up me!" Janie cried with delight.
"Me too!" Grace laughed. "How does it feel to finger two cunts at the same time, Fred?"
"Neat!" Fred laughed. "How many guys in this world have two nice boxes like these to play with?"
"And how many girls have a big, long, thick, juicy cock like this to lick and suck?" Janie laughed as she pursed her lips around the flushed swollen head of her father's penis.
"Well take turns," Grace said. "Ill lick his balls while you suck his cock, then well switch and you lick his balls while I suck his cock."
"Christ, girls, you'd better stop talking about it like that before you end up with a load of face cream."
"Hot, darling?" Grace teased. "I think Cricket is learning how to suck a cock, isn't she? Look at how she takes it all the way into her throat! OH! OOOOooohh! Fred, what are you doing to my asshole!"
"Massaging it with my little finger," Fred replied with a chuckle. He was fingerfucking her two ways at the same time and at the same moment probing his daughter's hot cunt with a series of deep thrusts with his middle finger. "Like it?"
"Yes!"
"Come on," Fred urged, digging his fingers into her vagina and rectum and pulling her toward his face, "sit on my face and I'll show you something Joyce Brock taught me."
Grace reluctantly gave up her oral caress of his swelling balls and scooted around on the bed to straddle his head and lower her now fully aroused sex on his face.
Janie's eyes moved up to take in the scene of her mother sitting on her father's face. The thirteen-year-old girl continued sucking her father's huge cock, sliding it slowly in and out of her throat as she felt his pulse quicken. She loved to feel her soft lips rubbing over the gnarled surface of his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down his pole.
"OH! AAaaahhh! Fred! FRED!" Grace squealed when she felt his hot probing tongue begin working on her anus. When he rolled it and slowly inserted it inside her bowels, Grace's entire body shuddered. All the while, he was rubbing his sandpaper chin against her erect and trembling clitoris.
Janie deliberately scraped her teeth against the swollen, throbbing surface of her father's shaft and reached down to fondle his heavy balls in her hand while she sucked and watched.
Janie wondered what her father was doing to her mother to make Grace's body tremble and quake so? It seemed as though she had just squatted on his mouth a moment ago and, unless Janie was wrong, she was already close to coming!
Grace was as amazed as her daughter was. Never before had Fred attacked her asshole with his tongue, and the effect was something else. Then when he stopped screwing her bowels with his tongue and began lapping her whole crack with the flat, wet probe from his warm mouth, Grace thought she was going to burn up. His tongue worked back and forth between her clitoris and her anus without missing one speck of her sensitive sex.
It was like being licked by a starving cat attacking a saucer of cream.
"AAAaahhh! Oh, Fred! MY GOD, FRED! Yes! Lick it. Eat it! OH GOD, FRED, EAT ME!"
Janie stopped sucking his cock for a moment and held it in both hands with her lips covering the very tip of his penis while she watched her mother. Grace had her hands down at her crotch and was holding the lips of her hairy cunt spread wide open with her fingers to allow Fred's hungry mouth complete freedom in her slit.
The thirteen-year-old girl thought that this was one of the sexiest sights she had ever seen. She stroked Fred's throbbing shaft gently while she watched him suck her mother's clitoris into his mouth.
" AAAAAaaaiiieeee!!!"
Janie saw her mother's jaw drop as the spasms of her climax ripped through her body. The young girl loved to watch a person's face during orgasm! There was always such intense joy there.
When the last spasm swept through her, Grace pulled her trembling body away from her husband's face. She crumbled into a supine position on the bed and her chest was still heaving from her intense orgasm.
"My lord, Fred!" she gasped. "That was something else!"
"I don't think I've ever seen you react like that," Fred laughed.
"You've never eaten me like that before!" she sighed. "First my asshole and then my cunt. Good lord! That was the most thorough licking I've ever had."
"Cricket, if you're not careful that thing is going to go off in your face!" Fred warned his thirteen-year-old strawberry blonde daughter as she continued holding just the very tip of his swollen cockhead in her mouth while she stroked his shaft with both hands.
"I'd rather have it go off in my cunt," Janie laughed.
"Go on, Fred, fuck her," Grace laughed. "You two thought you were so damned smart. I knew all along."
"How'd . . ." Janie began, then stopped when she realized that she may have fallen for a trap laid by her mother.
"I suspected it when you two decided to have a sex orgy the night I came home from Spokane. You weren't at all embarrassed, Cricket, which you should have been had it been your first time. Then the night we balled the Brocks I knew I was right because you slid down George's cock with a squeal of joy. You should have cried out when it broke your hymen, darling. That was when I knew that my little daughter had already been fucked."
"Well?" Fred asked expectantly.
"Well, I guess I'm glad you didn't confront me with it that night I came home," Grace laughed. "I think you would have put my liberal views to too hard a test. I can accept it now, even encourage it, but you did right to ease me into it. Well, Fred?"
"What?"
"Aren't you going to fuck our daughter? Get on top of her and give her a real fucking, darling! Ram that cock up her until she begs for mercy, Fred."
"Well?" Janie said.
"What?" Fred asked.
"What are you waiting for?" Janie asked. "Mom wants you to give me a good fucking. So do I!"
Janie squeezed his aching prick affectionately, then climbed over his leg to stretch out on her back on the bed.
"Mom?"
"Yes, Cricket?"
"Mom, I love you," Janie said.
"And I love you, darling. I'm glad you're grownup enough now to help me take care of your father and his big cock. UUuuummm! Look at this, sweetheart," Grace remarked as she reached out and wrapped her hand around Fred's long, rigid stalk as he climbed between his thirteen-year-old daughter's tender thighs. "Isn't it a beauty?"
"Oh, yes!"
"And just think, Cricket, he's going to stick this in your hole and ram it so deep into your cunt you're going to think it's coming out your throat! You'll feel this swollen head pressing against your cervix, darling, and you'll wonder if your womb isn't going to explode! Go ahead, Fred, I'll guide it to Janie's hot little hole for you."
Grace held her husband's long, thick manhood in her hand and slowly guided it to her daughter's sopping wet slit. She playfully rubbed the swollen head against Janie's erect clitoris.
"OOOooohhh, Mom!"
"Feels good, doesn't it, Cricket?" Grace laughed, moving the hard rod in her hand slowly down until the bulblike tip was poised at the entrance to her daughter's vagina. "There, Fred. Now shove it in her and fuck the hell out of her."
"AAAaaaaahhhh!!!" Janie squealed when she felt her vagina suddenly stuffed with her father's hard, hot meat. Listening to her mother's sexy talk had aroused the young teenager to a high point. Then having his cock rubbed against her quaking clitoris shoved her even further out on the plank of passion. And now his trunk like organ was lunging deeper and deeper inside her!
Grace watched her husband's shaft slowly disappear into their daughter's cunt. It was a beautiful sight. Fred's pole dominated the entire scene. It was almost as thick as Janie's arm, and about as long. Grace reached over and placed her finger on top of her daughter's clitoris while Fred kept digging deeper and deeper into her hole.
"MOM! MY GOD, MOM! OOOoooohhh!!!"
Grace reluctantly removed her hand when Fred's lunges brought his pelvis crashing down on then-daughter's clitoris. As a mother, Grace was proud of her daughter's wholesome body and good, sharp mind.
As she watched Fred fuck Janie, more physical things came to Grace's mind. If they were to be a threesome, she certainly wasn't doing her part. Should she caress her daughter's hard, pointed nipples?
The sight of Fred's bouncing balls caught her eye and Grace slowly crawled around behind his wildly bucking hips. From here she had an unobstructed view of her husband's hard cock sliding in and out of their young daughter's tight hole. It was an exciting sight and Grace sucked in her breath before she reached out to grasp Fred's bouncing, swaying balls in her hand.
Grace could feel the power in her husband's testicles as she held his nuts in her palm. He was a raging bull of masculinity and she loved him so much!
Bending down, Grace placed her face against his bucking buttocks and darted her tongue out to begin lapping at his balls while he vigorously fucked their young daughter. She felt him quicken his pace as she reached into the crack of his ass and inserted her finger into his bowels.
"Fuck her, Fred! Fuck the hell out of her! Now we're three on a swing."
