There are readers who might object that the idea of five sets of fathers and daughters engaged in incestuous behavior in one small town is straining credibility. However, McGiven's Corner is a (fictional) town of about 5,000 population.
Alfred Kinsey and his associates found, but did not reveal, in the '40s', that an astonishing ten percent of the American public had engaged in incestuous acts. Even if one assumed that only a fourth of this group was comprised of father-daughter acts (and other authorities have shown that such combinations are the predominant ones among those who commit incest), in a population of 5,000, there would be 120-odd fathers and daughters who had had sex together. In many instances, probably in the majority of them, the incestuous act would be performed once or twice. But that would still leave more than twenty people who were engaging in such acts on a regular basis. Thus, having only ten people in a club of father or daughter swappers, cannot be called farfetched.
There will also be those who will claim incest is a destructive act, psychically, for those involved. Again Kinsey's findings, which have only recently come to light, disprove the idea. Kinsey and his associates found that over half of those who engaged in incestuous relationships felt good about them. As Warren Farrell, the man who unearthed the unpublished Kinsey information, puts it: "Incest radically changes the adolescent experience. Furthermore, incest can lead to a mature adult-oriented and loving relationship between parent and child. In such cases, the parent retains authority but expands communication." (Quoted by Philip Noble in the June 1977 issue of High Times Magazine.)
In the case of the four families which had been incestually active through the first two books of this series, there was no woman present in the home. The new couple added to the 'Papa-Swappers Club' in this volume is different in that the mother is both alive and living at home; she just isn't having sex with the man. Furthermore, since the girl belongs to a racial minority, she is not looked upon as dating material by most of the boys her age. Thus, both father and daughter are ripe for seduction by the group and the knowledge that their friends are having intrafamial sex is enough to remove the social inhibition which had prevented Louis or Martha from each admitting to the other that they desired sex with them.
Readers of Daughter's Hot Mouth, Books I and II (Surree # RCL 205 & RCL 215) will discover that the Tyler's are welcome additions to an old set of friends, while newcomers to the series will discover an entire set of sexy characters.
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Chapter One
"Hey, Karen, let's close early today," Ben Lewis said as he walked from behind the prescription desk of his drugstore and walked toward the lunch counter where the shapely blonde was reading a recent science-fiction novel. They were alone in the store and business had been slow most of the afternoon. In fact, the only customers they'd had during the past two hours had just left.
Karen Hall looked up and grinned. "Sure," she agreed. She put the book back on the rack and moved behind the counter to turn off the grill and deep-frier as the boss continued through the store to lock the front door and pull down the shade. The eighteen year old knew what Ben had in mind, but that was only natural; when you've been a man's mistress for six years, you have to get some idea of how his mind works. Ben wanted to take her into the back room of the drugstore and screw her. That was okay with the girl, she was willing to drop her panties and spread her legs for the forty-four year old man any time he desired her.
"Want to go in the back now, or after we've finished shutting down?" she asked as she turned off the coffee pots.
"It'll take a while for things to be cool enough to clean, won't it? Ben asked as he returned to the rear of the store.
Ahhhhhh, he wants to fuck in a hurry, Karen thought as she finished shutting off the equipment behind the lunch-counter and walked along it to join her still handsome lover. Ben may have been in his mid-forties, but he was in good shape, only a few pounds over what he'd weighed when he'd played football in high school and college. Ben had discovered that the best thing for making a man keep himself in shape was having four hot-blooded teenagers who expected to get screwed good, regularly. The other three men in the group had made the same discovery; even Sam had lost most of his pot-belly once he'd begun getting some hot teenage ass every night.
As she passed her boss and lover, Karen felt his hands come around her. He pulled her back until her trim little ass was snug against the bar of his hard cock, then reached up and cupped her jaunty tits. As his mouth worked along the side of her neck, Karen wiggled her ass against his groin, while reaching back to grip his ass in her hands and press his cock more firmly into the crack of her ass.
I knew it, she told herself, he's hot because Martha Tyler was flashing her ass at him. I thought his eyes were bulging a little every time she bent over from the waist. Martha had been wearing a string-bikini with a tunic-top over it, and her ass had been visible every time she'd bent forward.
Stepping back from Karen, Ben drew down the zipper on the back of her uniform. When it was open all the way, Karen reached back and unhooked her bra, then walked ahead of her lover as they moved across the store toward the backroom where there was a sturdy day bed. Originally the room had contained a couch, but it had collapsed during one of their energetic fucks, dumping them onto the floor.
As she walked, Karen wriggled her scantily clad ass at Ben. One of the best things about them being together was that they were both into anal sex. Ben liked kissing and tonguing girls' asses as much as Karen liked having a tongue, finger, or cock stuck up her butt hole.
It's funny, she thought, how each of us girls has one thing we like best. Deni likes sucking cock best, Brenda likes getting fucked between the tits while she's licking and sucking the head of a cock, and Laurie likes eating pussy while she'd getting it dog-fashion. No matter what our daddies want, there's a girl to give it to him.
The girl's desire to keep their fathers happy had been the reason the Papa-Swappers Club had been born. Karen had been neglected by her father and had formed an attachment to Ben. When he had started showing unmistakable signs of horniness, the little girl had seduced him. Then the girls had brought Brenda into the club and the three of them had seduced her father. Alex had gotten Sam and Laurie involved. The Chilton's had already been involved in an incestuous relationship and had been into picking up girls who'd do threesomes when Alex had given them the word about the father-daughter swap group.
Because of the girls' secret, they had chummed around together all through school, and it was only recently that they had begun drifting apart.
Laurie had been the first to sort of drift away from the group. Of course, she had graduated from high school before the others and gone off to college. Then Deni had decided not to go to college at all; she had just gone to work full-time with Jack in the landscaping business. Brenda had just graduated from high school and was planning to go to the local junior college in the fall, while Karen would be in her second year of college, majoring in pharmacology. Ben's business had almost tripled in the past six years and Karen figured she would be getting her degree just about the time he needed another pharmacist. She was still as in love with Ben as she had been the day she'd sucked his cock when she'd been a virginal twelve year old.
Karen slid the dress and bra off of her shoulders and down her arms, draping them over a convenient chair. She reached for her panties, but Ben caught her hand and turned her around.
As she surged up against him, her mouth seeking his hungrily, Ben's hands crawled around her tiny waist and onto the firm mounds of her ass. Karen had grown to be an attractive young woman with thirty-four-inch tits which filled C-cups, a twenty-one-inch waist and a derriere that stretched a tape-measure to thirty-five inches.
Karen pressed her hips to Ben's and rotated her flat tummy against the solid bar of his cock as she sucked on the tongue that had poured into her mouth. His fingers slithered under the tiny panties and the tips delved into the deep crack of her ass. As fingers kneaded the taut flesh of her buttocks, Karen felt her pussy start to grow wet. Golly, it's amazing that he can turn me on so fast, Karen thought as she rubbed her almost naked body upon her lover's. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair and she rose on tiptoe to press her cunt more securely to the ridge of his cock.
Pulling one hand from behind him, Karen wedged it between their bodies and started unbuttoning his shirt. Ben stepped back from her and ducked his head as he drew one hand from her ass and brought it up and around her body until it was cupping one of her tits. Lifting the jaunty mound, he commenced to licking at it as he worked the other hand under her and eased a finger into the hot, wet depths of her twat.
"HHHIIIEEE!" Karen gasped. She drew his shirt from under his trousers and undid the last button, then unbuckled his belt. Swiftly, she opened his trousers and pushed them and his under shorts down his body.
Wrapping her fingers around his cock, Karen started to pump along it as Ben drew the tip of her tit into his mouth and slashed his tongue across the throbbing nipple. "Ohhhhhhh, honey," Karen sighed.
A second finger worked its way into her twat. As he scissored the two fingers about, Karen pushed his tongue back into his mouth and followed it with her own. Their tongues danced at each other's as the horny eighteen year old began scratching lightly at her middle-aged lover's cock.
Although she was expecting him to do so, Karen still gave a gasp when Ben thrust one of his fingers up her asshole. Her grip tightened around his cock and she lifted his mouth from her tit. For several minutes he had been shifting his kisses from her mouth to her tit as he'd finger fucked her and caused the crotch of her panties to become soaked with her juices. If he'd just frig her asshole a little, she'd cum.
It was too soon to get her cookies crumbled, Karen decided. She caught Ben's hand and drew it from her cunt, pulling it out of her panties entirely. Swiftly, she dropped to her knees before him and commenced licking at the swollen, purplish head of Ben's cock. As her tongue swiped spit over the dry skin, her fingers cradled his balls and jiggled them about. With her other hand, she worked Ben's shoes and socks off, then removed his trousers and under shorts. At the same time, he slipped his shirt off.
Slowly, Karen worked her lips and tongue along the underside of his cock until she reached his balls. For several moments she merely teased him with the application of her lips and tongue to the eight-inches of cockmeat straining before her face; then she popped the end into her mouth and thrust her head down until the entire bar was in her mouth. The head was buried in her hot throat and she swallowed, making Ben dance from foot to foot in pleasure.
Her head started bobbing rapidly up and down over the hard cock. But after a few moments of that Ben caught her head and pushed her mouth off his cock. Catching her under the armpits, he drew her up and pressed his mouth to hers again.
When that kiss ended, Ben turned her toward the bed and urged her to stretch out on her belly. Since she knew what was going to follow, Karen was happy to comply with his unspoken directions. She let one foot trail off to the floor and shivered with desire as she felt Ben's mouth touch the small of her back while his hot hands began easing her bikini panties off. She lifted her pelvis from the coarse blanket to make it easier for him to get the thin nylon down from around her hips.
While Ben worked her panties down her thighs, his mouth wandered over the enticing mounds of Karen's ass. Ever since it had been warm enough, she had spent a lot of her free time sunbathing beside the Wilson's pool. Since it was shielded from the view of any neighbors, Karen, like the other three girls, took the opportunity to sunbathe nude. Her entire body was a golden tan and Ben almost wished that she'd left the bottom of her bikini on. While her ass was as attractive as it had ever been, there had been something erotic about her ass when there had been a small triangle of white flesh framing the target.
Karen shivered as her lover nipped and sucked, licked and kissed the firm flesh of her ass. He skimmed the panties down to her knees and she flipped her calves into the air to allow him to draw the briefs off. As soon as she was stripped, she let her foot fall to the floor again.
He sat up and stared at her. With her legs parted, the undercurve of her cunt was visible, as was the blonde hair which surrounded those swollen, carmine cuntlips. He slipped his hand under her and commenced to rub the wet meat of her pussy as she let his mouth return to kissing and sucking the resilient hemispheres of her buttocks.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Karen sighed as he began rubbing the throbbing bud of her clit. Her nipples dragged across the rough cloth of the blanket, adding to her arousal. Ben's tongue slid into the crack of her ass, and Karen murmured with delight as she felt him drawing a trail between her asscheeks with the tip of his tongue.
Lasciviously, the horny blonde teenager ground her dewy cunt against the older man's hand as he wormed his face against the crack of her ass and licked at the tight cleavage with his tongue. Karen's nipples were swollen and hurt. She worked her fingers to them and rolled the turrets of flesh about as he began centering his labial action at the puckered rosette of her asshole.
"Mmmmmm, yes, Ben," she moaned. "Oh, darling, you know I love it when you tongue-fuck my ass."
Ben didn't answer her with words, but his hand pressed at her cunt and engorged mons veneris, urging her to lift her ass. As she did so, he worked one of her legs forward, then used his free hand to spread the cheeks of her ass as wide as he could.
When his mouth returned to her flesh, however, to Karen's disappointment it was her cunt he started kissing.
Bastard, she thought, not without love, I'll fix you; I'll call Laurie and ask her to tease hell out of you before she pops your gun. Just recently the four couples had taken to getting together as quartets, with the girls taking on each other's father. They still had their big orgies, but those were most likely to be on weekends. Actually, they only did the swapping thing a couple of times a week. All the girls dated guys they had met at school and on those nights they came in and took care of their fathers. Well, once in a while, Karen would slip into the Lewis house and spend the night screwing Ben, secure in the knowledge that next door at her house Deni was getting it on with her father. And all of the girls took part in threesomes at times. Just the night before, Karen had balled Sam and Laurie simultaneously. It might have had something to do with Ben's horniness, for Deni had been out of town with Jack and a broken down truck. I wonder if they bothered getting two rooms at their motel? Karen thought as she pressed her bottom back to Ben's face and sucked in her breath sharply when the tip of his tongue reached her erect clit.
Karen squealed as Ben's tongue slithered up and down the hot furrow of her cunt. She straightened her legs somewhat and elevated her ass higher into the air, giving Ben more room to reach her oozing snatch. Damn, he's still the best screw I've ever had, she thought. Maybe it is true that the first man to have you is always special.
His tongue roamed over the outer part of her cunt flicking at her swollen clit, brushing against the puffy lips of her pussy. Then his tongue reached the dilated opening of her twat and stopped its travels.
The tip of his tongue circled the hole of her cuntal tunnel. Karen snorted and thrust her snatch back at him as she pinched her hard nipples and snorted. "Ohhhh, God, you're so good, Ben," she moaned.
His tongue pressed forward, pushing into her pussy. She wriggled it about, she ground her throbbing clit against his chin and tugged at her elongated nipples. Ohhhh, this is going to be one of the best sessions we've had in a long time.
Karen supposed couples who were married for six years got to know each other's sexual foibles as well as she and Ben knew theirs. Unlike people who had grown to know each other so well, she and Ben indeed, all of those in the group, had added spice to their lessons. To begin with, until just recently there had been an air of illegality in what they had been doing. Their state still said a girl had to be eighteen before she could screw. Some states had wised up and allowed girls to start screwing much earlier; Virginia had finked it up so the guy couldn't be more than three years older than the girl if she was under sixteen. Karen thought it was crazy. She was glad she'd learned about sex from a man old enough to be her father, just as she was glad she'd been screwing her father these past six years.
Sex was a way of making somebody who was important feel good, and who was more important to her than her father? Well, Ben was pretty important, but if she'd been forced to rank them, she'd have had to say that her own father was a little bit more important. After all, he was responsible for her being alive.
Another thing that had kept staleness from creeping into the relationships she and the other girls had was they hadn't been involved with just one man, nor had the men been involved with just one partner. Unlike the woman who fucked her husband because she was supposed to, Karen fucked Ben because she wanted to. She could get with Ben, Alex, or her own father if she wanted a different type of sex than what she normally got with Ben. Actually, in a lot of ways, the group reminded Karen of the ideas she had encountered in the books of Robert Rimmer. What they had was the kind of like an extended marriage, except they didn't all live in one house. And, of course. Rimmer's groups hadn't involved sex across the generation gap.
Ben's tongue was sawing in and out of her twat, making it hard for her to think about the topic on which she'd done a report her senior year in high school. It had been a special class where the kids all did a lot of research into something they picked and then got together and talked about what they were learning. As long as their subject had something to do with American society, they could pursue it.
Her thighs were trembling, and only partially from holding her midsection high in the air. Ben's eager tongue was really getting to her. She could tell she was a lot juicier than she'd been when he'd started eating her.
He was aware of that, too, it seemed, for he was drawing his tongue from her twat and moving his mouth back into the crack of her ass. Karen shivered in delighted anticipation of what she knew was to come.
It did. Once more Ben's tongue reached her puckered asshole. Now he began sucking at the wrinkled opening as well as poking the tip of his tongue at it. The anal sphincter yielded easily to the light pressure of the tongue, and Karen cried aloud and waved her foot about as Ben's tongue slithered into the depths of her rectum.
As he worked his tongue about in the tightness of her asshole, Ben began rubbing the engorged mons veneris and swollen clit with the tips of his fingers while he ground the heel of his hand at the oozing opening of her heated twat. Karen humped her ass back at him and wiggled her hips from side to side. The insides of her thighs were growing wet, so copiously was she leaking fluids from her pussy.
The constant pressure of the fingertips on her clit combined with the rhythmic thrusting of the tongue into her ass and she shuddered and squeezed her nipples harder. It felt so good to have her ass loved the way Ben was loving it. The other men all liked screwing her in the ass and didn't mind tonguing her there; but none of them really got off on it the way Ben did. Just knowing he was enjoying what he was doing to her added to Karen's sense of excitement whenever Ben performed oral sex on her asshole.
"AAAAAAAHHHH!" she cried as her guts seemed to lurch. She was coming, the juices fairly flooding out of her hot quim. "Ben, Ben," she moaned, sliding forward until she was flat on her belly on the day bed, "fuck me now, Ben. FUUUCCCKKK MEEEEEEE!"
For a moment he kept his mouth working on her asshole. Then she felt his weight settling on her and she wriggled ecstatically at the thought of having his turgid cock shoved into her butt.
He disappointed her, however, by easing his cock into the swampy tunnel of her twat. "OOOOOHHHHHH!" she squealed. "Ben, I want it in my ass."
"Your ass is gonna get screwed, baby," he assured her. "I can still keep it hard long enough to fuck you good both ways."
"I want you to cum in my ass," Karen complained.
"I can keep it hard long enough to get you off this way and finish in your cute little rear, baby," Ben said as he pushed his cock deeper into the heated passage of her cunt.
He wasn't bragging, Karen knew, so she accepted the fact that she was going to have to wait before having her rectum stuffed with cock. She commenced to grinding her ass upward as he ran his big cock into her pussy. In addition, she rotated her trim ass cheeks against his lower belly as she hunched her hips back to him. Golly, I just love getting screwed by Ben, she told herself. I guess if I had to choose between screwing Alex, Sam and Jack, or just screwing Ben, I'd stick to him. The boys she had dated in high school and during her first year in college didn't even start to offer competition to the four men she'd screwed almost from the time she completed puberty.
The strokes into her cunt were growing in force and speed. Ben knew her well enough to realize that, having cum once, she would need less stimulation to make her get her cookies crumbled the next time. Usually, Karen would cum two or three times from a good fuck, if she had cum before she started screwing.
His balls swung forward and added to her sexual excitement by beating at the lust-inflamed tissues of her snatch. Ben ground his loins to her squirming ass as he sawed his thick cock in and out of her pulsating twat and Karen's toes curled in delight. She had had very few poor fucks in her life, but this was going to be one of the more memorable ones she had had.
She was cumming again, but Ben wasn't slowing his strokes into her one bit. Indeed, it seemed as if he were throwing his cock to her at a more furious tempo.
It was only a short time later when Karen came again. Ben had been holding his cock as deep in her twat as it could go and flexing his ass muscles to make it jump about inside her twat. When she started gripping it with her convulsing vaginal muscles, he yanked it out and drove it against the narrow passage of her asshole.
Because she'd been getting screwed in the ass almost as long as she'd been getting screwed, he had no trouble breaching her anal sphincter, and Karen gurgled with ecstasy as he pushed the eight-inch bar of cock deep into her hot ass.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, no longer able to cry, so strained with her exertions were her lungs. She was gulping air desperately as she humped her ass harder against Ben's loins, but she still felt light-headed.
He ran his cock in and out of her clinging asshole with the same strength he'd fucked her twat, and Karen knew there was going to be a huge wet spot under her when they were through. The way he was going, he'd make her cum again before he emptied his balls into her rectum. And his cumming would make her cookies crumble a final time.
Yes. She was cumming again, cumming harder than she had before. And, a few minutes after her tremors subsided, when she felt Ben's jism spurting into her bowels, she trembled violently as her juices gushed once more.
Slowly, they regained control of themselves. There was a towel handy that they wiped themselves with. They kissed several times and lay holding each other before dressing to return to the front.
Chapter Two
When they finally released each other and started to dress, Ben kept reaching out to caress the smooth skin of Karen's ass or the backs of her thighs. "God," she sighed, "you're super-horny this afternoon."
"Complaining?" he teased, reaching up and covering one of her tits with his hand as she tried to refit the cups of her bra over the pert mounds. He toyed with the nipple for a minute, until Karen slapped at his fingers in a playful manner.
"No," the eighteen-year-old girl replied. "I was just wondering if I could get Martha Tyler to come by in the late afternoon more often. If her flashing her ass at you excites you as much as it has, then I dig it."
He didn't deny that looking at the girl's trim little ass had turned him on. Even though the best parts of her body had been covered by her bikini bottom, the fact that the cheeks had been revealed to him as she'd bent over made up for it. It had been almost as if he was getting a glimpse of forbidden territory when Martha leaned forward, and it had caused his cock to swell and start demanding he bury it in the closest available flesh.
"I wonder," the young blonde mused, as he followed her down the short hall which led them back to the store part of the building, "if I'd have liked having my ass played with as much as I do if I'd gotten started in sex with somebody else."
He didn't answer her right away. Instead, he let his mind go back six years, to the second time the two of them had had sex, the afternoon he had taken her cherry. He had introduced her to the feeling of a tongue working on her asshole, but she had already taught herself how to increase her sexual pleasure by frigging her asshole while she finger fucked herself. "Yes," he replied, "I've got a feeling you would have found out how hot your ass is whether I'd gotten involved with you or not. Even if you'd gone along like a lot of girls and not gotten into screwing until you were older, I still think you'd have ended up being taught how much you like it when a guy tongues your ass-or when he sticks his cock up it."
"Maybe you're right," Karen conceded. "A few months ago, I went out with this guy I met at college. The band at the dance wasn't very good and I didn't mind leaving early when he suggested it. I didn't mind, either, that we went up to his room and started making out.
"We got each other's clothes off and he started paying a whole lot of attention to my ass, so I turned over to give him as much access to my butt as he wanted. You know, he didn't do anything else to me, just played with my ass and kissed it. But both of us came. And he told me that he'd known from the first time he laid eyes on me that I'd have a hot ass, that I'd like him taking all that time playing with it.
"It's funny," she recollected, almost as if she were speaking aloud to herself, "but I went out with him two or three times after that and he never did anything else to me. It was like he wasn't interested in fucking me or getting head from me or anything. All he wanted to do was eat out my ass."
"Must have gotten boring," Ben suggested.
She shook her head. "No. He did fuck me in the ass a couple of times after I asked him to. I don't think he would have on his own, but he sure jumped to stick it in my ass when I told him I liked getting fucked that way.
"He was pretty good, too," she concluded. "I might go out with him again this fall, just to see if I can get him to do something else to me. But if I can't get him to eat pussy or fuck the regular way, I won't date him again after the next time."
"Why not?" Ben asked. "If he's as good as you say?"
"Because then it would get boring," Karen answered. "You know, I like having my ass loved, but I like the rest of sex, too. As much as I love you, if you started ignoring the rest of my body and didn't do anything but love my ass, I'd be so disappointed in you I'd start screwing other men most of the nights I would be screwing you now."
"On the other hand, you wouldn't like it if you got involved with a guy who wouldn't play with your ass or just played with it a little," Ben suggested. He was tallying the cash register as Karen cleaned the grill behind the lunch-counter.
"True," she admitted. "That's the best thing about you. You never let me forget any part of my body. The other men have all eaten my ass, and Sam and Daddy have done it without my asking them to, but it's always been because they were going to fuck me there or they were being nice to me when we were playing slave."
Slave was a game they had gotten into four years earlier, when the girls had thought the men were getting jaded. Whoever had been the 'slave' had to do whatever the other said. Once, Karen had to suck off all four of the men, one right after the other. Of course, there had been turns when each of the girls had had a slave; Karen had once made Alex spend a whole hour doing nothing but using his mouth on her feet. She hadn't cum from what he'd done, but she'd enjoyed the feeling of dominating him, of making him do something he wouldn't have done otherwise.
"But they did it to me because they were doing something I liked. "You do it because it's something you like, and that makes it even better for me."
Ben crossed to her and slipped his arm around her waist. "I like doing anything you enjoy."
"You do it to the other girls, too, though," Karen countered. "And before you say they like it, or the other guys do it to them, too-I know that. You do it more than any of the others, and you're the only one who'll eat one of our asses and not fuck us up the butt."
He didn't bother to deny he did get more out of having his tongue in a girl's ass than the other men did. He had never cum from tonguing a girl's ass, but he had found tremendous pleasure in doing so.
For years, ever since he'd gotten interested in sex, he had had a great interest in the asses of girls. Back in his teens, when he had first gotten into dating, he had been attracted to the girls with the cutest asses. Since everybody else had been into tits in the fifties, he had had a lot of girls who'd gotten excited about dating him and allowed him greater liberties than they would have anyone else. During those days he had also been drawn to photos in the men's magazines that showed a model's bottom. Other guys had drooled over pictures of big, bare tits; he had hunted for those pictures that showed a bare bottom.
Furthermore, the first time he'd ever cum from anything but jerking off, it had been when a whole bunch of kids had been in a car and his date had had to sit in his lap. She'd let him get his hands under her sweater and as he'd squeezed and massaged her small tits, she'd squirmed her ass around so much she'd made him shoot off. She'd spent a lot of time sitting in his lap after that, and he always suspected she'd been aware he'd been getting his cookies crumbled by the squirming of her butt against his groin.
Later, when he'd gotten to the stage where he was beyond hand-jobs, if he was with a girl who wouldn't suck his cock or fuck him, he'd talk her into letting him press his cock into the crack of her ass and rub it back and forth until he came.
He hadn't gotten into kissing asses until he'd met his wife, though. Oh, he'd nipped at the mounds of girls' asses or licked at them, but he hadn't put his tongue into anybody's asshole before he'd met Linda.
It had been back when they'd first started dating. She had been sucking his cock, teasing him, bringing him to the point where he was on the verge of cumming, then stopping or switching to something that caused him to cool off a little. Finally he had pleaded with her to let him cum in her mouth. "Okay," she'd agreed readily, surprising him, because most of the other girls he had dated up to then had been extremely reluctant to let him get off in their mouths. "I'll suck you all the way off if you'll use your mouth on me."
"Sure," Ben had agreed. He had licked a few pussies by then; sometimes when he was eating a girl, she'd get so wrapped up in what she was feeling that she'd sort of forget that she was running her mouth up and down over his cock and he'd been able to shoot off in her hot mouth. If Linda wanted to play 69, it was more than okay with him.
But when she'd thrown a leg over him and positioned herself above him, the way she'd curved her body had made her cunt almost inaccessible. "Hey," he'd complained, "I can't get my mouth to your pussy the way you are."
"You can get your mouth to my ass," Linda had informed him. "If you want me to suck you off, to take all of your cock in my mouth, you're gonna have to lick my asshole."
Ben had gulped. But then he'd thought about it. He liked asses and Linda's was one of the best he'd ever seen.
As his eyes traveled over the white flesh of her ass, she bent her head and swiped her tongue across the head of his cock. She'll take it all in her mouth, he reminded himself. He had never had more than half of his eight-inch cock embedded in a hot, sucking mouth. Besides, he told himself, somebody else must have done it to her or she wouldn't know about it. Somebody else can do it, I can, too.
He had spread the firm cheeks of her ass even farther and thrust his tongue between them. At first, he had just licked up and down her rear cleavage, but as she'd started taking more and more of his cock into her mouth, he'd overcome his hesitation and commenced working his tongue tip around the crinkled rosette of her asshole.
To his surprise he hadn't barfed or anything, and Linda had dropped her head until her upper lip had been on his balls, so his cockhead had been in her throat. Then she'd swallowed and the new sensation had been so much he had thrust his tongue out without thinking.
Incredibly, her anal sphincter had yielded easily to the invasion of his tongue. And since having his tongue in her ass had made Linda suck harder on his cock, Ben had commenced sawing the tongue in and out. By the time he had blasted his jism into her gullet, he had decided tongue fucking a girl's ass wasn't bad at all. In fact, he had decided that it was kind of exciting.
He and Linda had fucked after they'd recovered from their first cum (and Ben had been amazed Linda had cum from his tongue fucking her ass), and he returned his attention to her ass. Again he had tongue fucked it, but she hadn't been doing anything to him at the time. Still, he enjoyed what he'd done. Of course, her inviting him to screw her in the ass-something he had always wanted to do but hadn't had the nerve to try or suggest-might have served to reinforce his idea that tonguing a hot ass was a pleasant experience. Stroking his renewed hard-on into Linda's butt had definitely been pleasant. He hadn't thought he would be able to cum again, but the tightness of her ass had drawn as much jism out of his balls as her throat.
Ben snapped back to the present as he realized Karen was standing in front of him, peering at him wide-eyed. "You were a thousand miles away," she said. "What's the matter, didn't fucking me get Martha off your mind?"
"I was thinking about Linda and about asses," he replied.
"Want mine again?" she teased, rubbing her hand over the hard bar of his cock.
"I'd better save something for Laurie," he said. "And you better save some for Alex."
"Well, if we're not going to fuck again, let's get out of here," Karen suggested. "I want to get home and shower."
"Yeah. Me, too," Ben agreed. He followed her out the back door and held the door of the car for her, then drove out to their edge of town. Luckily, the new comers hadn't built close to where they lived, the trains running back and forth disturbed them too much or something. Three sides of McGiven's Corner had expanded drastically since Ben had come back to his hometown, and they were still building on the edges of those three areas. There was already a movement underway to change the status of the area from township to city.
On the way home Ben's thoughts turned to Martha Tyler and the discussion he'd had with her father. He and Louis had known each other for years and had been in the backfield together in high school. There were only a couple of Negro families in the area and the Tyler kids had been accepted by the others. Louis' father had been the fifth generation blacksmith in the area, just as Louis was the sixth. Of course, Louis had gone on to college and became a vet, but that had been partially because he had gotten married to Juanita Perez, whose stepfather had been the vet. Dr. Perez had been a refugee from the Spanish Civil War and had come to the area with an American who had gone to fight with the Lincoln Brigade.
Louis had been at the prescription counter with him when his eyes had almost bulged out of his head at the sight of Martha bending forward from the waist, hiking her short top up to display the taut cheeks of her ass. "That's something, isn't it?" Louis had asked. That's why I want something that'll make one sleep; so I can slip 'em to her."
"Why?" Ben had asked, his eyes still fixed on the crack of the girl's ass, where her bikini bottom didn't cover the deep crack.
"She runs around dressed in less than that, her tits hanging out of her top and her shorts or whatever so tight you can see everything they're supposed to be hiding. And I know she wants it. I ... I guess she wants it so bad she'd even give me some if I acted like I was interested. And, goddamn it, it's just about all I can do to keep from telling her I do want some of it."
"Doesn't she have a boy friend?" Ben asked.
Louis shook his head. "Oh, she goes out on dates now and then, but there isn't anybody she's serious about.
"Even the guy she screwed wasn't anybody she was serious about." Ben's heart had leaped at that news and his cock had swelled even more. Martha Tyler isn't cherry! he thought, wondering how he could get to be alone with her long enough to see if she was interested in fucking him.
Louis pulled a thin cigar from his pocket and lit it. "I'll tell you," he said, "if she wasn't my own daughter, I'd have had her on her back weeks ago. All I have to do is close my eyes and I can see her thrashing around under that bastard Branagan, her mouth making all those little cries and gasps and all, so I could tell she was enjoying what he was doing to her.
"You know, that son-of-a-bitch wasn't even using anything! Had the nerve to tell me that, what with women's lib and all, he figured it was up to the girl to make sure nothing happened if she didn't want to have a kid. Expecting a girl that was a virgin to be carrying around something for when she finally decided to get laid. I almost busted him right in the face."
"I don't think I know him," Ben commented. There were a lot of people in town that he didn't know. It wasn't like it had been when he'd been growing up, or when he'd first come back to town; then, he'd known anybody who lived in the area.
"His father manages that new insurance company place up on the expressway," Louis said. "He was a real creep. The only girls who went out with him were the ones nobody else would date. I mean, he went with Bill Dwight's daughter, the crippled one. And with that Loming girl who's retarded, and Robyn Norris. You know how weird she is. Thinks she's a radical or something."
"Who's he going with now?" Ben asked.
"Nobody," Louis replied. "Me and Bill Dwight and Vern Norris paid a call to his father and suggested there was a lot more like us, fathers pissed off at the way he was acting. Coming up to the house on that motorcycle of his and just waiting for the girl to drop everything and come running to him. Said there might be some night riding around here if he stayed in the area too much longer." The image of himself as a Ku Kluxer made Louis chuckle. "Anyway, the boy's been gone since then. Back to wherever they came here from, I guess."
"I think it'd be better for Martha if she got laid rather than having a sleeping pill slipped into her coke," Ben observed.
"So do I," Louis agreed. "But who's going to lay her?" He leaned a little closer to Ben and dropped his voice even more. "I wouldn't mind if she started dropping her pants for you or for Jack Hall, somebody I knew. You guys wouldn't let her get hurt. You'd have enough sense to keep her from falling in love with you. But you'd treat her decently. That damned Branagan kid, he told Robyn Norris she oughtn't be mad at him because he went with Martha, because Martha didn't count-she was just a nigger. Vern heard him say that. He was trying to talk Robyn into blowing him back when she had the crabs. Well, maybe you didn't know she had 'em, but that's why Branagan took up with Martha. Anyway, she wasn't sure if she still had 'em and wouldn't screw, so he was trying to talk her into blowing him, like she was obligated to get him off when he wanted to get his gun.
"But," he added, "how can I say to her: 'Girl, why don't you go into town and tell Doc Lewis you need to get fucked 'fore your nerves go bad?' There ain't no way, just like there ain't no way I could tell your girl, or Jack's, that I needed to get laid real bad to keep from giving my daughter what she wants somebody to give her."
"What if there were a way?" Ben asked, fighting to keep his voice light.
Louis looked at him quizzically for a minute. "If there was a way, I'd be eternally grateful to the man that set my foot on it."
"Wouldn't Juanita wonder about it if you started doing things differently?" Ben pried.
"Juanita keeps my house clean, my clothes washed and ironed, and she puts a meal on the table three times a day. If I'm there, I eat it; if I'm not there, she saves it for me. We haven't been in bed together for six years and she's perfectly happy. She gave me three kids and she's done her wifely duties."
"I'm not saying there is a way," Ben said, "but, don't make any plans for Sunday, either of you."
Louis looked at him with a searching look. "If you're putting me on, Ben, it's a poor joke," was all he said. A moment later, he and Martha had left the drugstore and he had suggested to Karen that they close the store early.
Chapter Three
"How energetic are you feeling tonight?" Sam asked Deni and Ben as they sat sipping coffee in the Chilton living room. Laurie was putting the dinner dishes in the dishwasher, but was able to hear what was being said because the two rooms were separated by a divider rather than a wall.
"Oh, I don't know," Deni replied. "Why? What did you have in mind?"
"Nothing, really," Sam replied. "I was actually hoping we'd have a quiet evening, watch a little TV, then you and I could go off and screw and get to sleep early. I've got to be up at five to go to the capital; I'm testifying about a bill." Sam had been elected an officer of the state restaurateur's association the past year and had shown a flair for lobbying. Consequently, he had to represent the association whenever a bill that affected the industry came up in the legislature.
"That's okay with me," Deni agreed. "I've been putting in some pretty long hours myself." Not only was she still helping Jack Hall with his landscaping and lawn care business, but she was in the process of building up his nursery and retail sales business. Jack was so pleased with the way Deni had contributed to the business that he'd given her ten percent of it. When they paid off the bank loan they'd gotten to build a couple of greenhouses and a salesroom, she'd get twenty-five percent of the company. Ben had offered to give Deni the money, but she'd preferred to do it alone. "It's going to seem more like it's really mine if I get it on my own," she'd explained and he'd said no more. He could understand her feelings.
Both men were looking at Deni with appreciation as she gave a back-arching stretch, causing the hem of her T-shirt to pop out from under the cloth of her shorts.
Deni was worth looking at. She had grown to five-six and one hundred-and twenty-eight, thirty-six, twenty-two, thirty-six set of curves. Her black hair was braided and wrapped around her head. Lately, she had been talking of getting it cut, complaining she spent too much time taking care of it. When it was down, it reached the top of her ass. Ben knew Deni devoted half an hour or more every day just brushing and braiding her hair and, although he hated to see her cut the luxuriously black mane, he figured it was her head and hair and expected her to return home any evening with it trimmed to shoulder length.
She returned to her perch on an ottoman next to the chair where Sam slumped. He was six years older than Ben, but he looked ten years older.
Laurie crossed the room and stretched out on the couch with her head in Ben's lap. "Poor Daddy," she teased, "he can't keep it up like he used to."
"I can still get it up, though," Sam retorted. They all got a laugh out of that.
Ben looked down at Laurie. Her red hair was arranged in tight curls close to her head in a style Ben didn't think was attractive, not when he could remember her long, flowing locks. Idly, he toyed with the curls on the side of her head as his eyes ran over her body which was only partially covered by a thin sundress.
As had the other girls, Laurie had changed, physically, in the time the Papa-Swappers had been in operation. She had added several inches to her height, until she measured five nine. At one point she had had the biggest tits in the group, although Deni and Brenda had surpassed her in the past six years. Laurie now measured thirty-six, twenty, thirty-five. A lot of her height was in her legs which were displayed almost in their entirety below the hem of the short dress.
I hope Deni's still horny after balling Daddy, Laurie said to herself as she ran her eyes over the other girl. If she is, she'll come in and join Ben and I in bed. Contact with the other girls in the club was what Laurie liked best, although she enjoyed everything which transpired between her and the men, too.
The cops 'n robbers show ended and Sam switched off the set before the preview scenes came on. "I hate that part of these shows," he explained. "They show you so much, you can guess everything that's going to happen next week."
Deni rose and stood beside him. Even with her shoes off she was almost as tall as he. Laurie could actually look down on her father when she stood beside him.
"Let's go screw," she suggested to the balding diner owner as she slipped her arm through his. They said their good nights and left.
Laurie wriggled seductively against Ben's lap and the couch, causing her short dress to slide higher on her legs until there was no more than a half an inch of the finely turned limbs hidden from view. Ben's thinking about something, she told herself as her sensuous writhings failed to attract his attention. "Penny for your thoughts?" she whispered as she shifted her position and used an arm around his neck to draw herself up the couch until her head was against his shoulder.
"Oh, I was just thinking about us," he murmured.
"What about us?" Laurie questioned, hoping he hadn't developed some sort of infatuation with her. She liked Ben, liked screwing him, but she didn't want to become emotionally involved with him. Besides, it was common knowledge that Karen was still crazy about him, and Laurie was perfectly aware that Karen had hopes of someday being more to Ben than just the daughter of his best friend and a girl he often fucked.
"Oh, I don't mean you and I us, I meant all of us," Ben answered. "I was just wondering whether you girls ever felt taken for granted when things like tonight happened, when whoever you were with just wanted to take you to bed for a little bit of sex and then turned over to sleep."
"Ben," she said, "there've been nights when Sam and I haven't even had the little bit of sex. I'm not complaining, mind you, because they don't happen often, and the nights when Daddy and I do fuck are still great. And, of course, there're nights like when Karen was over earlier in the week that're really something. So I don't feel neglected. And I don't think Deni would feel that way without saying something. So even though we've all gotten to know each other so well that the first bloom has gone from the romance, so to speak, I don't think any of us are going to complain."
"How could we put the bloom back into the romance?" Ben asked.
Laurie shrugged, her tits heaved enticingly. "I don't know," she admitted. "Maybe if there was somebody new around, somebody who hadn't gotten used to us, it might reawaken feelings in us that have grown dormant. You men would appreciate us more, maybe, if you had somebody new to compare us to, and I bet we girls would feel the same way. But that's not going to work, there isn't anybody else. Even if there were another couple, a father and daughter screwing, we wouldn't find out about it to get them into the club."
He started to say something, but Laurie shifted and kissed him. Automatically his arms went around her, crushing her slim torso to his. As their lips rubbed and the tips of their tongues danced one on the other, Ben allowed one of his hands to travel down the curve of her back and over the silky mounds of her ass. Then he was stroking her thighs, his fingers exploring the warm roundness of her legs, making her kiss him even harder.
After he'd caressed her thighs several moments, Ben moved his hand up the curve of her hip and waist, then insinuated it between their bodies and molded his fingers to the saucy thrust of her tits. As he kneaded the resilient flesh, Laurie slid her tongue into his mouth and dug her nails into the nape of his neck. Her lips grew more demanding on his, which caused him to work his fingers more assertively against the swell of her tit.
"Mmmmm," Laurie sighed, when the kiss finally ended, "it's been a long time since I sat here and just necked with somebody."
"Necked'?" Ben inquired, squeezing her tit again.
"Sure," Laurie replied. "Getting your tits felt is part of necking now. It only turns to petting when the guy you're with starts opening your clothes."
"I guess that happens on most of your dates?" Ben murmured as he worked his lips over her face.
"All of them," Laurie conceded, "and very few of them stop at that point. I can only think of one date in the past six or seven months where all I did was bring the guy off with my hand. He was sort of shy and I think I shocked him by giving him a hand-job. He acted like it was something he'd never had a girl do before. Maybe it was the first time."
"You don't mind screwing your dates?"
"Why should I?" she challenged. "I'm used to getting screwed. Could you go back to getting hand-jobs and no more?"
Ben thought for a minute, then decided he couldn't. Even with Martha Tyler, he'd try for more. He shook his head.
"Well," Laurie continued: "Why should I settle for that? I mean, having a guy bring me off with his hand is nice, but I know it can be better if I have his cock inside me, so why shouldn't I screw?"
"No reason at all," Ben agreed. Then he added: "Speaking of which ..." and let his voice trail off.
Laurie got the hint and swung from his lap to her feet. "It's about time we went to my room, isn't it?" she suggested. "If we don't, we might end up screwing on the floor."
"Would that be so bad?" Ben teased as he rose and pulled her to him. There had been many occasions in the past years when he had fucked Laurie Chilton on the floor, either in the very room they were in now, or in the living room of some other house.
"No, it wouldn't be bad, but why not be comfortable?" Laurie insisted.
He must have agreed with her, for he let go of her and slipped his arm around her waist as they crossed the living room and went up the three steps to the next level of the house. Ben let his hand move around from her waist and held it against the cheeks of her ass, enjoying the feel of her muscles shifting as she walked.
When they were in her room, there was no need to turn on a lamp because the side window was unshaded and moonlight filled the room with a soft glow. Laurie let him turn her to face him and moved to press herself against him as his hands traveled around her body to cup her saucy ass and draw her nearer.
After a long kiss which involved much grinding of their bodies together, she shifted her position a little, inviting him to return one of his hands to her tits. Her dress buttoned down the front and Ben's nimble fingers soon had it parted. They had kissed all through the operation and it was only when the last button had been eased out of its hole that he moved his mouth from hers. Then he only shifted his lips to the column of her throat.
She was wearing a stretch-bra without hooks, but Ben knew how to deal with it. After caressing and massaging the offered tit which he had neglected earlier, he eased the plump mound from the transparent covering and rubbed his thumb across the burgeoning nipple. Laurie dug the tip of her tongue into his ear and began unbuttoning his shirt. She could feel him shifting about, easing his shoes off.
Once his shirt was unbuttoned, she stepped back from him. "Let me hang my dress up?" she whispered, although her father and Deni were in a room separated from hers by a guest room.
Ben watched her as she crossed the room and slipped the dress off her shoulders. There was an area a couple of inches wide between the tops of her stockings and her panties and, while it was as tan as the rest of her legs, it still looked different. He had been glad to note that part of her tits were a lighter tan than the rest of her body and realized she'd been sunning herself somewhere that had forced her to wear a swim suit as she did so.
He draped his shirt over the back of a chair, stood on one foot and then the other as he stripped off his sock, then removed his trousers. Clad only in his shorts, he turned back the bed and stretched out as he watched Laurie remove her stockings and pull the garter belt from her panties. With her tits jouncing freely she crossed the room and slipped into the bed next to him, her arms encircling him as she let him pull her closer.
It felt good having both of his hands on her tits, which was soon after she had pressed herself to Ben's still muscular body. They kissed avidly as he tweaked her erect nipples, one through the nylon of her bra. Laurie closed her thighs around one of his and rubbed her dampening pussy against it, letting him judge her arousal by the fact that her panties were wet.
When he shifted his mouth back to her throat, she used her hands to free the other tit from its confinement, then tossed the dainty scrap of her bra behind her. About once a week she gathered her underwear from wherever it had landed upon being discarded and laundered it.
He pushed her pert tits toward each other and thumbed both nipples as his mouth moved down to the saucy curve of her tits.
"Ahhhhh," Laurie sighed as she felt his tongue slither across the upper slopes of her tits.
Slowly, she ran a hand over his flat belly and pushed it under the elastic band of his shorts. Catching his solid cock, she stroked the throbbing length as she squeezed her thighs around his and rubbed her pussy faster against the warm flesh.
His tongue tip circled her nipples, making her gasp with delight. He lifted his head and looked at her. "How would you feel about another couple joining us?" he asked.
"Another couple like the rest of us are couples?" When he nodded, Laurie blinked. Another girl around here that's fucking her father? I wonder who? "I wouldn't mind," she said. "I imagine you men would like a new girl to get with, and I don't think any us of would object to getting a new man in our lives-or our pussies."
Ben didn't add any information at that time. Instead, he sucked one of her tits into his mouth and commenced to chew at the resilient flesh as she worked his tongue around it. At the same time, he slid his hand down her belly and wormed it into her pants, pushing his fingers through the forest of russet hair that surmounted her prominent pussy mound. Laurie tightened her hand around his cock and moved her fingers faster as she stroked the heated bar of flesh.
When he released her tit and started to shift his head to the other, Laurie caught his chin in her hand and looked at him. "Did you have somebody in mind when you were asking about a new couple joining us?"
"Yes," Ben admitted. Then, before she could inquire as to who it was, he thrust his middle finger into the wetness of her twat and Laurie allowed him set his mouth to work on her other tit. Jesus, she thought, five girls in this same area who let their fathers into their panties. Who IS the other girl?
It was hard to speculate with Ben's mouth moving around the saucy hillock of her tit while his hand massaged and caressed her cunt. He ground the heel against her throbbing clit as he sawed his finger in and out of her quim, making it hard for her to do anything but revel in the sensations he was imparting to her nerves. They shifted until she was on her back and he was partially over her. Laurie spread her legs, opening her cunt farther to his exploration, and her hand crept deeper into his shorts until she was handling his tightly sacked balls.
Her ass was shifting on the bed as he continued to fondle her cunt and suck on her tit. That was one of the advantages of sex with an older man, Laurie thought, they could take their time in getting down to fucking. A guy my age would probably have been in me already, or trying to get it in.
Ben was certainly ready to fuck, the feel of his hard cock against her arm told her that. But while he eased a second finger to her twat, he seemed content to keep things on the level they were.
Thinking about having a cock embedded in her twat was making Laurie want one there. She shifted and drew her leg from under him, then pulled her knees back. Hurriedly, she skimmed her panties over the flare of her ass and worked them down until she could kick them free. At the same time, she started pushing at Ben's shorts, trying to get him naked, too.
Using her hands and a foot, Laurie managed to strip the shorts away from Ben's body. He was crouching over her, his knees inside her parted thighs, his mouth working across her heaving tits as he probed and caressed her pussy until her hips were undulating steadily. "You ... you're ... gonna ... make me ... cummmmmm," she moaned as she clutched at him, trying to maneuver him over her so they could fuck.
"Don't you want to?" he teased, nuzzling the undersides of her tits.
"Of course I want to," Laurie retorted. She gave up trying to get him to cover her and started enjoying fully the sensations he was creating with his knowledgeable fingers and mouth. She writhed on the bed under him as she stroked his cock easily.
"UUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!" she cried suddenly as her hips rose and her guts churned under the climax he had manipulated her to.
Her ass hung in the air a minute as her thighs trembled and her whole body shook. When she dropped back to the bed, he continued to work his fingers in her dripping snatch. Somebody my age would've been in me for sure by now, she thought. Ben might bring me off two or three times like this unless I ask for more.
She decided she wanted more than just his fingers in her slippery twat. "Come on," she urged, tugging at him. "Let's fuck now." She canted her knees outward and drew her heels up until they were resting against her squirming ass.
Immediately, he was over her, his mouth seeking hers and his tongue darting forward as he sank his big cock into her with one smooth thrust. Laurie lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, driving him a little deeper into the warm maw of her cunt.
For a minute or so they remained locked like that, with Laurie savoring the feeling of having her vaginal passage filled with a hard bar of hot flesh. Ben commenced to move and she felt her legs relax their grip somewhat so he could fuck her the way he wanted.
He reached back and caught her legs, shifting them until her body was bent double. His hips rose up, pulling his cock back until she gasped from fear he was going to withdraw completely. Then he slammed downward, driving his loins into hers in a way that made her shudder with delight. Each time he buried his cock in her twat he tensed his ass muscles, making it jump about in the tightness of her cunt and she writhed eagerly under him, loving the dramatic way he was screwing her.
They pounded away at each other until their bodies were wet with perspiration. Ben kept himself under control enough to let her cum once from his fucking. Then, when she was on the verge of cumming again, he let his hot jism burst into her, and that set her off, making her cum even harder as she felt his cum trickling down the crack of her ass.
For several minutes they lay in each other's arms. Finally Laurie asked the question that had been in the back of her mind for several minutes. "Who else around here is screwing her father?"
"She's not actually screwing her father yet," Ben replied. "And he says he wants her to get laid so she'll stop trying to but he's horny, too. I don't know whether finding out we all screw within the family will get them in bed together or not, but it ought to get them both laid if we invite them to the picnic Sunday."
"But how?" Laurie insisted.
When Ben told her, she was surprised-but she thought it was a great idea. Louis Tyler was a handsome man and Laurie recalled that Sam had said something about Martha being sexy. She was sure he would have no objections to welcoming them into the group and promised to ask him in the morning since she was going to be fixing breakfast for him.
By the time they finished their discussion, Ben was erect again and Laurie got her cookies crumbled twice before they went to sleep.
Chapter Four
"Deni, what's this idea of your fathers about us starting to screw blacks?" Brenda Wilson called as Deni and Karen came out to the patio to join her and Laurie. The latecomers quickly doffed their clothes and dove into the pool, then pulled themselves out at the far end and flopped down near Brenda and Laurie.
"I guess you know as much about it as I do," Deni answered as she looked at the chubby redhead. Brenda had never been able to slim herself down, no matter which diet she followed, and she finally accepted the fact she was going to be oversized. Now she was a voluptuous eighteen, with thirty eight-inch tits that filled a D-cup. At only five foot two, she was a little too short to carry such mammoth jugs, but none of the men-seemed to mind. Indeed, they all seemed to enjoy enveloping their cocks in the heated flesh of Brenda's tits and sliding the shafts back and forth while she ran her tongue and lips over the swollen heads.
"For Christ's sake, Brenda, you make it sound like you're talking about some sort of wild people," Karen shot back. "We've all known the Tyler's for years. It's Martha and her father who Ben wants us to invite to parties."
"Yeah, Brenda," Laurie added, "I thought Martha was a special friend of yours. Didn't you say you were palling around with her at school? And didn't you even spend the night at her house a couple of times?"
Brenda blushed. "Actually, that's just what I told Daddy, so I could go out with this guy he doesn't approve of. Just because he dropped out of school. Daddy thinks he's no good. We were gonna run off this summer, only he split all of a sudden a month ago. I don't even know who he is, I mean, where he is." The chubby girl blushed again as she realized what she'd said.
"But, Brenda," Karen interjected, "doesn't that mean you owe Martha a favor, sort of? I mean, if you were using her as an excuse to get laid, don't you have a sort of obligation to help her get laid?"
"Yeah, Brenda?" Deni managed to get in.
"I'll bet your father won't have any trouble balling Martha," Laurie said accusingly. "You don't understand!" Brenda almost shrieked, her voice actually going up a bit. "I'm not objecting. It's just ... well, it's just that blacks are supposed to have such big dicks. I'm afraid I'll get to liking it too much, so I won't like Daddy's anymore."
The other three girls looked at their friend in amazement, then burst into gales of laughter. Finally, Deni managed to bring herself to a degree of control that let her ask: "Haven't you ever heard the story about driving railroad spikes with a tack hammer?"
"Yeah, but I don't see the point," Brenda replied.
"It's not cock-size that makes a good lover," Deni said. "I can't think of a time I've ever been with your father, and he does have the smallest cock of the dads, that he hasn't brought me off fucking me. Even if Louis is hung like a horse, I'm not going to stop liking it when I screw your father."
"Bu ... but what if he likes Martha better than me for awhile?" Brenda protested.
"There'll be three other guys wanting to get with Martha because she's new, unfamiliar," Laurie said. "I hardly think you and Alex are going to be going steady with the Tyler's."
"Besides, Brenda," Karen added, "it doesn't matter what we decide, it's all up to the dads anyway. They all like Louis Tyler, and you know they're going to want to screw Martha if she goes for it, so you might as well accept it that you're going to get fucked by a black cock. I have, and I'm looking forward to it."
"So am I," Deni agreed and Laurie nodded.
"Well, I guess I won't mind," Brenda mumbled. A moment passed and she said: "I wonder if his cum'll taste different?"
"I wonder if her cunt will," Laurie said.
"Laurie!" Brenda exclaimed. "You wouldn't go down on her, would you?"
"Why not?" Laurie retorted. "You were thinking about going down on Louis. Their color isn't going to come off, Brenda. They aren't even really black. Martha's mother is half German and Louis's family has had women getting pregnant in it by white men for centuries."
"I know," Brenda conceded, "but still ..."
"But nothing," Laurie interrupted. "Maybe they don't like oral sex and all this speculation will be for naught." Deni gave a chuckle as she always did when Laurie came up with one of her funny words. Deni was as smart as any of the other girls and the only reason she wasn't going to college was she hadn't found one which taught landscaping and Deni already knew that was what she wanted to do, work outside as much as she could with living things. But she had sluffed off her last two years of high school, since she'd known she wouldn't be going to college. She had passed all her courses, but just barely, because she had been too busy being an officer of this or that, and on the cheerleaders and in the class plays and on the newspaper. There were more activities under her name in the yearbook than any of the other three girls' pictures.
"So how'd you get the afternoon off, Deni?" Laurie asked.
"Took it," the brunette replied. "After all, I am an owner." Then she chuckled. "What actually happened was, one of the trucks has been acting up so I took it to the garage and they said it'd be all day getting fixed. I did a bunch of stuff at the greenhouse, but there wasn't a full day's work. I could just take off if I wanted, though, and Jack wouldn't mind."
"And this is my normal day off," Karen reminded the group.
The four of them lay on the aluminum and plastic-webbed loungers, or on mats near poolside. After an hour of sunning themselves, they started asking Brenda about the guy she'd been going to run off with. Deni had suspected it was Harry Branagan and she was proven right. "Brenda, don't you know he was a real sonofabitch? Jack and I stopped at this place one time and he was in there talking about Amy Dwight and making fun of her because her braces kept getting in the way when they were fucking. I think if Jack had known it was Amy he was talking about, he'd have hit him. He kept talking about what an asshole he was all afternoon.
"Why," Deni went on, "I'll bet he talked about you, too. And he didn't even know these guys. They got in a big truck and drove off as we were leaving. He was just bragging, implying he had all kinds of girls chasing after him."
"It's all right for you to talk," Brenda sniffed. "You don't have any trouble getting dates. Last year, Karen and you used to fix me up, but this past year was terrible. Other than Harry, I only went out twice."
"Well, we'll see if we can't do something about that," Deni promised. "Meanwhile, how's your love-life been lately, Laurie?"
"Pretty good," the tall redhead replied. Laurie was taking some courses in summer school and stayed at her place in Washington a lot of the time, coming home for a day or two during the week and the weekends, usually getting in on Saturday and leaving early Monday morning. It was almost a three-hour drive, but her first class on Monday wasn't until ten.
"You dating any interesting guys?" Brenda asked.
"Not too often," Laurie answered. "Actually, I've been hanging out with a bunch of women."
"You ... you're not running lesbian, are you?" Brenda demanded.
"I'm sleeping with women more than men," Laurie admitted. "I guess I got spoiled for guys our age. Most of them don't satisfy me the way our dads do. But I've never been with a woman that didn't get me off real good."
"You're terrible," Brenda accused. "We screw each other to turn our dads on, but you're doing it without any men around."
"Oh, bullshit," Deni exclaimed. "All of us have eaten pussy when there weren't any of the dads around. And I'll bet we all do it again."
"Yeah, Brenda," Karen commented, hanging her head over the lounger and looking at the girl stretched out below her. "I bet if I came over there and stuck my pussy in your face you'd eat it before I even got started eating you."
"But girls we don't know?" Brenda squeaked.
"Did we know those guys we met last year at the fair?" Deni challenged. "That didn't stop you from fucking one of them before we even got to the party."
"That's different," Brenda protested.
"Only because you like guys better," Deni countered. "It seems like Laurie doesn't. I'm not going to stop liking Laurie because she digs women best."
"What's really bugging you, Brenda?" Karen asked. "You're full of hostility today."
"What if Daddy finds out I was lying about staying at Martha's all those nights?" Brenda wailed. "He'll kill me."
"Oh, shit, is that all that's bothering you?" Laurie said. "If he does find out, and I bet he won't, well, tell him you were down in D.C. at my place. Say you thought he might think it was too far to be going or something."
"You ... you wouldn't mind lying for me, after what I said to you?" Brenda asked, her eyes wide.
Deni caught Karen's eye and winked. Brenda was a mass of contradictions and naive to boot. She probably thought all gay women husky outdoors types like Miss Patterson, the girls' gym-teacher.
"How's your love life been, Deni?" Karen asked. The two of them hadn't been able to get together and really talk since the end of the semester. And before that, Karen had been busy cramming.
Deni went out more than the other girls did. But she didn't have homework to occupy her a lot of the time. She had finally surpassed her mother's record of twenty-seven men, but not by her eighteenth birthday as she had promised herself she would do back in the days when her mother had been instructing her in sexual technique so she could screw her father after her mother died of cancer. Linda Lewis had had a step-mother and hadn't wanted her daughter to undergo what she had considered an ordeal.
"I screwed my thirty-fifth guy last night," Deni bragged. She saw Laurie's eyebrows go up and added: "After your pop went to sleep, I went out cruisin'. I picked up this guy who was thumbing and gave him a ride. Took him to the freeway at Baltimore, too."
Everybody laughed at that. Then Deni rose to her feet and stretched. All this talking about sex is making me horny. And lying here in the sun isn't helping any. Anybody want to go inside and screw?" The girls knew she could mean that literally; all of them owned dildos that fitted into the twat of the wearer and stimulated her clit while she was pretending to be a male.
"Sure," Brenda agreed. "Come on and fuck me, Deni."
They left the poolside and wandered into the house and back to Brenda's room. As had the rest of the girl's, there was a double bed for times when all four families were at the Wilsons'.
Brenda opened the bedside table and took out the dildo. It was made of some rubbery plastic and both cocks were amazingly lifelike, complete to a thick vein along the underside. As Deni watched, Brenda coated one side of the twinpricked dildo with K-Y jelly. "Want me to put it in you, Deni?" Brenda asked.
"Go ahead," the brunette answered, sitting down on the bed and spreading her legs. Brenda dropped to her knees before the older girl and used the fingers on one hand to spread the lips of her pussy. Slowly she rubbed the greased dildo up and down the other girl's cuntal furrow, nudging it across the hidden clit until that tiny bud swelled and became erect.
Deni was aware that she was getting turned on. Her nipples were erect and throbbing and her ass was starting to squirm about on the bed. Brenda's eyes lifted to hers and Deni leaned forward, kissing the chubby girl flush on the mouth.
Brenda didn't hesitate about letting her mouth go slack beneath Deni's. Nor did she have any hesitation about sucking the tongue Deni thrust forward. I'll bet Brenda likes sex between us girls a lot more than she admits, Deni thought as she cupped her friend's big tits and squeezed them. She always wants to put the dick in you when you're going to screw her. I'll bet she wishes she were a man.
The younger girl was fucking her with the greased dildo, sawing it in and out of the entrance to her twat, teasing her with it the way a man might do. Deni lifted her mouth from the chubby redhead's and tugged her lips forward. Without hesitation, Brenda seized on the pointy tipped tit and worked her lips against the turreted nipple. The dildo slipped a little deeper into Deni.
Deni caught Brenda's erect nipples and twisted them, making the chubby girl shudder with excitement. Her mouth opened and she sucked more of Deni's tit inside, her tongue laving the heated surface of the tit as she caressed the other plump mound and sawed the dildo in and out of Deni's hungry twat at a faster, harder tempo. There were six inches of plastic to each cock and four of them were embedded in Deni.
As she worked her hands against Brenda's tits, Deni lifted her legs until her feet were against the edge of the bed. The move caused her cunt to spread and Brenda drove the dildo all the way in, rubbing a pebble-surfaced protrusion against Deni's swollen clit as she worked the fake cock about inside the older girl's vaginal passage.
Dropping one hand from Brenda's abundant tits, Deni commenced stroking her pussy. The chubby redhead was as wet as Deni imagined she must be, and the older girl realized her friend was going to want to fuck in a moment. She let Brenda manipulate the dildo in her twat as she eased a couple of her own fingers into Brenda's cuntal tube.
Brenda lifted her mouth from Deni's tit and sighed. "Let's fuck now, okay, Deni?"
"Sure," Deni agreed. She stood up and ran a thin leather strap under her body, then passed another strap around her waist. On the second strap was a metal snap and a hole on the first strap fitted over it. Once those straps were secured, Deni passed a third strap around the other side of her body and pressed the receptacle on it over the snap. Now the dildo was securely belted around Deni's loins, six inches of plastic cock were embedded in her twat and her clit would be stimulated each time she ground her cunt to Brenda's.
The chubby teenager was moving onto the bed, spreading her thighs as she waited for Deni to climb onto her and commence fucking. Through the window, Deni could see Karen and Laurie with their arms around each other, kissing avidly. They would be in one of the beds before too long, Deni imagined, probably eating each other. In a way, Deni wished she could trade places with one of them; Brenda was a real nerd at times. Sometimes Deni thought she and Karen had made a big mistake in seducing Brenda, but at the time they had done so, they had wanted another girl to help them keep their fathers sexually satisfied. And, if they hadn't seduced Brenda, her father would have never brought Laurie and Sam into the group. Laurie was neat enough to more than compensate for Brenda's personal inadequacies.
"Come on, Deni, what're you waiting for?" Brenda asked peevishly.
Dutifully, Deni climbed onto the bed and moved between the younger girl's thighs. The plastic cock affixed to her loins jiggled as a real hard-on would've had she been a man.
With a smile, Deni lowered herself and aimed the plastic cock at the dilated opening of Brenda's twat. She gave a hard shove with her hips and drove the smooth plastic to the hilt into the younger girl's twat.
"HHHEEEEEEEEEE!" Brenda squealed as Deni ground her loins into Brenda's. The action caused their clits to be rubbed by a pebble-surfaced device that stuck up above the shaft of the dildo. Brenda wiggled voluptuously under Deni as the older girl rotated her hips between the other's thighs.
Brenda slid her hand down Deni's body and gripped the firm flesh of her ass, pulling her tighter. Deni worked her hands between their bodies and squeezed Brenda's abundant tits as she put her mouth to Brenda's and thrust her tongue forward, licking at the other girl's tongue.
Slowly, Deni pulled the dildo back until it was barely lodged in Brenda's quim. Then she slammed it forward, driving it all the way into the other girl's body. Brenda squealed, the cry muffled by Deni's mouth. As Deni commenced to sawing the dildo in and out of her twat, Brenda started frigging Deni's asshole.
Beside them, the bed dipped as Karen and Laurie entered it. Deni looked out of the corner of her eye and saw Karen stretching out while Laurie crouched over her, her hot mouth traveling from one of Karen's jaunty tits to the other. Because she had had sex with both of them on more occasions that she could count, Deni knew that Laurie and Karen were finger fucking each other hungrily.
Laurie shifted and dangled one of her tits over Karen's mouth. As the blonde sucked on the proffered tit, she met Deni's eyes and winked. Deni winked in return and continued to fuck the dildo into Brenda's hot pussy.
Before long, the bed was dipping and shifting again as Laurie reversed her position and swung her body over Karen's. Soon the room was filled with ecstatic squeals and slurping noises as the other girls sucked at each other's cunt.
Beneath Deni, Brenda was squirming and snorting, for the hard thrusts of the dildo into her twat were getting her more and more excited. Deni had been right about Brenda's enjoyment at putting the dildo into her, and the friction of the plastic cock in her own twat was adding to Brenda's pleasure.
Deni wasn't going to have to wait too long to cum, either. As she ground her loins to Brenda's, her clit was stimulated in a way she knew would make her cum.
She lifted her head from Brenda's and shoved one of the red head's big tits upward, then fastened her mouth on it. As she sucked lustily at the abundant mound, Brenda plunged a second finger into Deni's asshole.
It was enough to set Deni off, and she drove the cock back and forth harder as she came. Brenda squealed and shuddered violently as Deni's actions made her cum. As soon as Brenda and Deni recovered, Brenda removed the dildo and strapped it on herself. By then, Karen and Laurie had made each other cum and separated, Brenda crawled around on the bed and fell upon Karen, sheathing the dildo in her wet twat immediately. Deni and Laurie watched Brenda fuck Karen for a moment, then started fondling and kissing each other's body. By the time Karen had had enough of the plastic cock, Deni and Laurie, but she glanced at the clock and said she had to run. Karen and Deni decided they had better get home, too, so they left Brenda working the dildo in herself as she waited for her father to come home to fuck her.
Chapter Five
Where the fuck are we going?? Martha Tyler asked herself as her father guided their car through the twisting back roads about fifty miles southeast of McGiven's Corner. He hadn't told her anything about what was going on, just told her to put on her bikini, bring something to slip on in case it turned chilly and come on. Martha had a sweatshirt and pair of jeans in her carryall, along with a towel, a book to read, and some lotion. They had been driving for over an hour and she still had no idea where they were going.
Her father was slowing, seemingly checking the number on a road that branched off to the left. He turned onto the dirt road, glanced at the odometer and started off, with dust billowing up on each side of the car. Shit, Martha thought, rolling up her window, I should have stayed home.
But she knew she would have regretted it if she had. It would mean passing up an opportunity to be with her father and that was something Martha would never do. As far back as she could remember, she had preferred her father's company to that of any other person, and she hadn't changed a bit as she'd grown.
She stretched her long legs out in front of her and scowled. She was a tall girl, five ten, and slender. Her measurements were only 34B-20-33. At school, the kids-even the girls-had called her Slats, or BP, which was short for Bean Pole. Only her dad ever told her how pretty she was. Certainly the guys at the high school hadn't acted as if they found her attractive. None of them ever asked her for a date, unless it was for something big where you had to have a date. Only one guy had ever gotten physical with her, tried to kiss her or more. And he ... No, I won't think about him, Martha told herself.
She couldn't help it, her mind kept returning to that afternoon in the barn and the awful things Harry had said: Accusing her father of trying to keep her pure because he was afraid of having her himself and didn't want anybody else to; claiming that she wanted to sleep with her father just because she had cried out Daddy while they'd been doing it, saying that while her father was standing there trying to pretend she wasn't sprawled naked at his feet.
And, the teenaged girl thought, the terrible thing is that he was right. I DO want Daddy to screw me. I had to get fucked to discover what it was I wanted, but I know why I've been so moody for the past few years, why I got gloomy or uptight. I wanted Daddy to screw me and I didn't know that was what I wanted.
"What's even worse, Martha added to herself, is knowing what I want and knowing I'll never get it. She had been doing everything but taking off her clothes and asking her father to fuck her and he'd ignored all her overtures. She knew he and her mom weren't screwing, that they hadn't been for years. And she was sure he wasn't the type who went to whorehouses. But she knew he wasn't having an affair. Had he lost all interest in sex? Is that why he hasn't responded to me? Martha asked herself. Could he really be too old?
She didn't think so. Martha had read new accounts about men in their sixties and seventies that still had sex; her father was only forty-five. Maybe just not screwing for so long has made him lose interest; maybe if he did it again he'd want to do it regularly.
Noticing that her father was checking the other side of the road, Martha surreptitiously adjusted the bottom of her bikini, tucking a few pubic hairs back into the tiny covering. The swim suit was the most daring she'd been able to find and she'd chosen it hoping that the sight of it on her would move her father to some action. Even if he spanked me for showing so much, it'd be better than him not doing anything, the girl thought as she shook her head. Her hair, which she wore in a short Afro, continued to shiver for a moment after she'd held her head still.
Now her father was leaving the dirt road and following what was no more than a couple of ruts through a stand of trees. Hey, Martha thought, we're way out in the boondocks; I wonder if we're meeting somebody or if they just picked a place where nobody'll ever come so he can make a pass at me?
They drove up a hill and Martha's heart fell as she saw the other cars parked under the trees. Damn, she thought, there's a whole party up here. Wonder who else is here?
They parked and her father took a cooler from the trunk. He hoisted the cooler to his shoulder and went off up the hill, with Martha beside him.
When they crested the hill, Martha could look down and see water below them. "Far out," she exclaimed, "somebody's got a pond or a lake. They're a lot more fun than a swimming pool!"
As they started down the hill, they could hear people talking below. That's Brenda Wilson, Martha said to herself as she recognized one of the voices. A moment later and she recognized another. And that's Doc Lewis, she thought. Who else is up here? And why?
Suddenly, she could see a cove below them. There was a stone fireplace with a grill and a couple of rough hewn tables with benches. Gathered around, either on beach towels or the seats, in addition to Brenda and Ben, were Brenda's father and Deni Lewis; also present were Sam Chilton and Laurie, and Jack and Karen Hall. The girls were all as scantily clad as she was, while the men like her father, were wearing swim trunks.
"Hey, the beer's here," Jack called, catching a glimpse of them and the cooler. The rest of the assembled group waved and yelled as the Tyler's came down the hill.
Her father stayed by the benches with the men while Martha ran down the hill to join the girls in the water. She was soon squealing with glee as she romped with the other girls. That they were all giving her speculative looks was completely lost; nor did she notice that her father was deep in conversation with the other men. Somehow, the sylvan setting was preventing her from thinking of her surroundings as the scene of a debauch.
Martha's first inkling that something unusual might be going on under the surface of the picnic came when the girls started insisting that their fathers join them in a game of horse-wrestling. None of the girls climbed on their fathers' shoulders. Martha felt a stab of jealousy as Laurie clambered up her father's back.
Then she realized Ben Lewis was to be her mount and she was suddenly shy. Martha thought Ben was extremely good-looking and the idea of his cheeks against her bare inner thighs was almost more than she could stand. Still, she climbed up his back, and almost fell into the water when he reached back to give her a boost, for his fingertips slid into the space between her thighs and touched her cunt as she shoved against the pert mound of her ass. When she was securely on his shoulders it wasn't much better. With every step he took, his neck pressed against the gaped cunt her bikini bottom barely covered. Martha felt giddy at the idea of him touching her there, even in such an innocent manner.
The five men started maneuvering around in the water as the girls grabbed at each other, trying to throw each other into the water.
Karen, riding on Sam's shoulders, was the first to be dislodged. Brenda and Jack came up behind them and yanked Karen backward so hard Sam ended up sitting on the bottom, too.
Brenda's feeling of elation was short-lived, however. She and Jack were off balance as a result of ducking Sam and Karen. Thus, when Deni gave Brenda a shove, she and Jack went toppling.
Laurie and her father were coming toward Martha and Ben. The two girls grabbed each other as the men sought firm footing. For several moments they tried to dislodge the other, without either gaining any headway. Then Martha saw Alex and Deni coming up behind her father and Laurie. "Look out," she cried. As her father turned so Laurie could meet the new attack, Martha leaned forward and shoved. Laurie went flying, grabbing Deni and dragging her and Alex into the water. We win," Ben yelped, as excited as the girl on his shoulders.
The ten of them continued to play in the water for another hour before heading for the lunch. At that point Martha was struck by the fact that the girls were all with their piggy back partners. Almost as if we were all on dates, she thought, glancing at Ben.
He caught her glance and smiled at her. "Going off to learn to be a vet like your Dad, I hear," he said.
"This fall," Martha replied. "How's Deni liking her job?"
"She's as happy as a drunk locked in a distillery," Ben answered. "I thought she'd decide to go to college this fall, but she's going to keep working with Jack. She's already made a deal with Sam to come out here this winter for ground pine and holly, says she knows where she can sell it. And next spring she says there's a lot of wild plants here she'll transplant for retailing. I think she's found herself a niche."
"I like Deni," Martha confessed.
"I'm sure she likes you, too," Ben replied. "Maybe we ought to get to know you better," he added. "But that can be arranged."
Is he trying to tell me more than it seems? Martha asked herself.
Alex was dropping pork chops on the grill and the nearby table was being covered with food. Fried chicken, potato salad, a three-bean salad, several types of cheese, pickles, olives and radishes, celery stalks, stuffed with peanut butter, a huge mound of fresh biscuits; even a chocolate cake. "I'm not sure about that cake," Ben announced. "Deni insisted on baking it from scratch."
"It's okay, Ben," Karen piped up, "she got A's in Home Ec."
"I remember," Ben said. "Only 'A's she got all through high school. No, I take that back, she got an 'A' in bookkeeping once." Martha, as she heard that, was forced to wonder if there was any truth to the story Brenda had told her about Deni's getting that 'A' because she'd sucked off the teacher. Looking at Deni, as she bustled about filling glasses with beer, Martha decided she looked too innocent to be the type that would do such a thing.
But then she was forced to ask herself: Do I look like the type of girl that would let her father screw her? Martha knew she was that type of girl, but she didn't think anyone could ever tell it merely by looking at her.
Her father was passing out the beers as Deni filled them and Martha was glad he didn't hesitate when it came her turn. She didn't drink much and her father knew it, but he hadn't said anything. She wondered if they were all going to get tight. If she and her father did, it might be easy for her to seduce him on the way home. If anything happened, they could blame it on the beer and not feel guilty afterward. Not that she would feel guilty about letting her father screw her, if he did, instead she would feel exhilarated.
By the time the pork chops were done, everybody had finished their beer and taken refills. They all ate too much, as people are want to do at picnics, and they'd all had a couple of more glasses of beer by the time they finished their lunch. Ben had brought her the fourth and Martha had been dubious about accepting if, for three was normally her limit. But all the other girls were taking a fourth and she accepted the beer with a smile.
This is it for me, Martha thought as she finished the fourth beer, I'm starting to get sleepy. She wasn't quite able to muffle her yawn.
To her surprise, nobody laughed. And Jack Hall yawned himself. "I'm gonna take a nap," he announced, moving over to the shade. To Martha's amazement, Brenda followed and curled up on the same blanket. Am I going crazy, or is something funny happening here that I don't know about? Martha asked herself. All of the girls were pairing off with their partners from the horse wrestling game.
She looked over at Ben, but he was lying with a hat over his face and she couldn't see his expression. She looked around and frowned at how close to her father Laurie was lying. She didn't want to make a scene, so she stretched out next to Ben. Within a moment, she was fast asleep.
Several moments later, everybody else sat up. Ben rose and tiptoed away from her. "She's out good," he announced, his voice low. The others smiled, except for Louis.
"That stuff won't hurt her, will it?" he demanded suspiciously.
"Louis, you ought to know Ben better than that," Jack said. "He said it would just knock her out for a half hour and that's all its gonna do. It'll give us enough time to get hidden and let Ben get back about the time she wakes up."
"She doesn't have a watch, so she won't know how long she's slept," Alex reminded the slightly worried father. "She'll never know she was slipped a mickey."
"You didn't want to tell her," Ben reminded his friend. "This is the only way we can guarantee that she finds out about it by accident."
"Okay, you're right," Louis agreed. "Let's go find our places before we run out of time.
"Now, remember, don't go starting in on things, serious things, until you hear them calling us," Karen added. It had been her idea that Martha and whichever of the men drew her should stumble upon the other couples while they were having sex of some sort. The idea was that she would understand her father was giving her the go-ahead to get laid herself. Supposedly, watching the other four couples fucking or screwing each other would make Martha hornier than normal and, thus, easier to screw. They had drawn straws that morning and Ben had been the lucky one chosen to initiate Martha into the club and the benefits of screwing older men.
The others all found fairly secluded places where they could be "spied upon" with ease, and settled down as Ben hurried back to the cove to stretch out beside Martha.
He lay on his side, the hat rolled away from his face, as if he had turned over in his sleep. Through slitted eyes, he observed the even rise and fall of Martha's tits and the thought of getting his hands on those tits made his cock stiffen drastically.
Carefully, Ben eased his hard cock into a new position, one that was more comfortable. She ought to be waking up soon, he thought. Sure enough, Martha was twitching and making small movements that told him the drug was wearing off.
He pretended to be asleep, until she sat up and looked around, then reached over and touched him gingerly. "Ben! Doctor Lewis! Wake up. Wake up."
"Huh? Whatsit?" he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.
"Everybody else has gone off and left us," Martha complained. "There isn't anybody in sight."
"Mmmmmmph. You're right," Ben said, pretending to look around. "Shall we wait for them or go hunting for them?"
The teenaged mulatto didn't have to think twice about that. "Let's go see if we can find them," she suggested. She felt a little funny to be alone with Ben, but it wouldn't be as bad to be wandering around through the woods with him as it would to be sitting in the cove.
Sure, she thought, out in the woods he could make a pass at me, but he won't really try to do anything. Not with the others wandering around. And, in the woods, they could hear anyone else coming, so they could halt whatever they might do. Martha had no idea whether Ben would even try to kiss her, much less do anything else, but she had already decided that if he tried to kiss her, she would let him. She might even let him do more than just kiss her. Since she had been sort of thrown with him, she had begun wondering what it would be like to let him kiss and caress her.
Ben rose and held out a hand to her. Martha let him pull her to her feet and she wasn't surprised at all when the force of the pull brought her snugly against him. She looked up at him and fluttered her eyes as she ran her tongue over her suddenly dry lips. If he'd tried to kiss her right then, she wouldn't have made any attempt to stop him.
He didn't try to kiss her, however. He stared down at her face while holding her hand. Her pert tits rested against his chest and Martha could only think about how easy it would be for him or her, to remove the top of her bikini so her tits would be naked against his bare chest. But neither of them made any move to undo her bikini bra.
"Did you try calling them?" Ben asked. Martha shook her head as she took a step back from him. "Daddy!" she called. "Brenda!"
"Deni!" Ben yelled.
There was no answer. "Well, shall we go looking for them?" Ben suggested.
Martha nodded. As they started across the clearing, he took one of her hands in his. It felt so natural, and so good, to have her hand held by a man, particularly one as handsome as Ben Lewis, that Martha didn't think of removing her hand from his.
They entered the woods and started wandering about, apparently in an aimless way. Then Ben stepped closer to her, so close that his hip touched hers. "When we find one of them, let's not make any noise until we see what they're doing, okay?" he whispered conspiratorially.
Again Martha nodded. She didn't have any idea of what the others might be doing, but the idea of sneaking up on them sounded like fun.
As they moved along a little ridge, Martha caught a flash of movement and stopped. She and Ben were behind a leafy tree. By parting a branch, they could look down into a small depression. What they saw almost made Martha's heart stop.
Her father was there below her, his arms wrapped around the nude body of Laurie Chilton. And, as Martha watched, the girl finished pushing her father's trunks off.
Martha felt blood rush to her face as she stared down at the scene below them. Laurie had used her foot to push Louis' trunks down his shins and over his feet and one of her hands was gripping his taut cock. In the position they were in, Martha couldn't see one of her father's hands, but she was almost certain he was running it over Laurie's tits. His other hand was plainly visible as it caressed and explored the girl's ass.
We ought to go away and leave them some privacy, Martha said to herself. But she made no move to leave. Indeed, it was almost as if she were rooted to the spot.
Laurie rolled to her back and Louis maneuvered himself until he was half-above her. His hand slithered around her body and moved up to join the other hand at Laurie's tits. Their mouths were fused in a hungry kiss and Martha felt a sudden surge of jealousy and desire.
Ben was standing right behind and her and Martha was acutely conscious of the fact that his cock was hard. She could feel it hot and firm with only his trunks and her bikini bottom keeping it from nudging against her ass. Unconsciously, she pressed back against his loins as she watched her father and the girl below them.
Louis shifted his head, moving his mouth from Laurie's. He licked at her throat, then tongued his way down her tanned body. As her father's tongue drew closer to Laurie's heaving tits, Martha sensed her own nipples swelling within the confines of her bikini bra and her pussylips commenced to swell as blood poured into them and her juices began to flow. We really ought to go, she told herself, but she made no move to turn away from the tableau below her.
Laurie was still caressing her father's cock before Martha's widened eyes. As he reached the apex of one of her tits with his mouth and circled the tip of his tongue around the spiked nipple he slid his hand down Laurie's flat belly. She moved her thighs even farther apart, opening her pussy to the gaze of the hidden watchers.
The inner part of her cunt didn't stay visible for long. To Martha's disappointment, Laurie's hand covered the wet gash of the girl's pussy and started to massage the inflamed flesh. "Ohhhhh, yesssssss," Laurie hissed, pressing Louis' head tighter to her tit. He was proving to be as exciting a lover as she had ever had and she was glad she'd been the lucky girl to initiate him into the group.
One of his fingers eased into her twat and her hips popped into the air. Above her, Martha was aware that her father was starting to fingerfuck the other girl and that Laurie's hand had begun to pick up speed around Louis' cock.
I knew he wasn't too old, Martha told herself as she saw her father suck most of Laurie's attractive tit into his mouth. The slender redhead's face was contorted with passion as she pumped her fist around the solid bar of the older man's cock. Martha's jealousy increased, but so did her horniness. Without her being aware of it, her hips started to undulate, rubbing her trim little ass against Ben's loins.
"Mmmmmm, that's soooo good, Louis," Laurie murmured, her words reaching Martha's ears. I wish he was doing that to ME, the bemused almost-virgin thought.
Then her father was lifting his head from Laurie's tit and moving around on the grass. What's he going to do? Martha asked herself in bewilderment.
She didn't have to wait long to find out. Louis lowered his mouth to Laurie's eager pussy, then his head slipped lower on her body. Laurie gave a squeal and turned her head. Martha's eyes bulged further as she saw Laurie's tongue extend itself and lick at the head of her father's cock.
Louis used his hands to maneuver Laurie as they shifted about until he was on his back and she was curled above him. To the ears of the hidden watchers drifted the sounds he made as he sucked eagerly at the hot, wet pussy of the twenty-year-old- girl. Laurie, meanwhile, ceased licking at the head of his cock and stuffed the stiffened bar into her mouth, then began bobbing her head.
Ohhhhhhh, I wish it were me instead of her, Martha thought. She wanted to stop watching, but she wasn't able to pull her eyes away from the lascivious scene being played below her.
Sam'll kill him, she thought, but she was unable to do anything but turn and go up the hill under the prodding of Ben's hands.
Chapter Six
As he herded the trembling girl up the hill, Ben was aware that she was excited by what she'd just witnessed. Yeah, she said to himself, she wants to screw Louis. The only question that remained to be answered was whether she wanted to screw so badly she would give herself to someone other than her father.
"Sam'll kill them," Martha whispered to him as they moved quietly through the woods.
"I don't think so," Ben answered. "I think Sam's probably too busy to worry about what they're doing."
Then he stopped and halted Martha. They sneaked forward and peered around a thickly-branched holly tree. Again, Martha's eyebrows shot up at the sight before them.
Sam was rocking back to sit on his heels as he pulled three of his fingers from Karen's wide-open cunt. He lifted the fingers until they were under his nose, then sniffed loudly. A moment or so later and he was thrusting the fingers into his mouth, licking Karen's cuntal fluids from them. Below him, stretched out on her back, Karen writhed sensually as she pumped her hand around Sam's cock. "Come on," she urged throatily, "come on, Sam, fuck me."
"You're a hot little bitch, aren't you?" Sam chuckled as he reached out and tweaked one of her erect nipples.
Ben sensed Martha trembling beside him. Sssshhhhhh," he whispered as he stepped behind her and rested his palms on her shoulders. Martha made no move to stop him as he commenced to massage her thin shoulders while pressing his loins into her ass.
"Haven't I always been a hot little bitch?" Karen asked Sam. He chuckled and nodded, tweaking her other nipple as he withdrew the fingers from his mouth. "Come on and fuck me," Karen implored.
"How do you want it?" Sam asked, straightening and pulling his cock from her hand. Before him, Ben could tell Martha was getting an eyeful of Sam's fully exposed cock, for he had felt her stiffen when it had been displayed.
Actually, it was only the fourth cock Martha had ever seen; and her father's had been the third. Harry Branagan's cock had been the first Martha had ever handled, but she had watched her young brother masturbate once or twice when he'd thought he was alone in the barn.
Sam's cock was almost as big as her father's, and both were a lot bigger than Harry's. But Martha knew her twat would stretch to take either of them with ease.
"You said I was a hot little bitch," Karen was saying to Sam, "how do you think I ought to be fucked?"
He beamed. "Okay, on your elbows and knees then." As Karen scrambled to get into position, Ben wondered if Martha was aware of what was going to happen. He had no way of knowing that the girls traded around sex-novels and that Martha had perused all she could get her hands on. Because Karen was screwing regularly, she hadn't brought home any of the books after she'd read a couple; she had decided that it was more fun fucking than reading about somebody getting fucked, and, if there hadn't been another couple at the house, there had usually been her father. None of the girls had ever gotten into reading sex-novels for that matter, they had all had active sex-lives and hadn't needed anybody else to create sexual fantasies for them, if their imaginations hadn't been enough, they had had memories.
Martha, on the other hand, had reread some of the books two or three times. There was even one. She Ate The Whole Team, that Martha had read four times. While her experience with sex had been extremely limited, her theoretical knowledge of the subject was extensive. Martha not only knew about different positions for fucking, she knew about Lesbianism, anal intercourse, and spanking as a form of sexual arousal. Not only had she read about them, she had fantasized about them while working her fingers into the heated flesh of her cunt while twisting and squeezing one of her tits with the other hand.
In the small clearing, Karen was in position and Sam was getting into place behind her. Ben's fingers continued to work on Martha's shoulders as the two of them watched Sam take his cock in his hand and put it against Karen's twathole. Then his hips thrust forward. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Karen sighed lustily as Sam filled her with hot cock.
Ohhhhhhhh, Martha thought, as her tits began to swell and her pussy started itching again. Ben's fingertips working on her bare skin just above the out thrusting of her tits wasn't helping her keep herself under control. Martha began to wish she had the nerve to reach up and move Ben's hand down to her tits. God, do I wish I had that much nerve, Martha exclaimed to herself. I want somebody to play with my tits so bad I can taste it.
Before them, Sam was draping himself over Karen's curved body and reaching under her with his hands. Martha could watch as one hand started stroking Karen's dangling tits and she realized that the other hand must be caressing Karen's clit.
Ben knew Martha was getting more and more turned on as she watched Sam humping his cock into Karen's twat. They could hear the slap-slap of Sam's belly as it beat against Karen's wildly gyrating ass. Martha was trembling so hard Ben was afraid he was going to have to grab her to keep her on her feet. Time to move on, Ben decided.
He knew he could just find a clear space and seduce Martha right away. All the signs were there that she was about to explode with pent-up desire. But it had been agreed he would wait until the girl made some overt move to tell him she wanted sex with him.
Touching her on the shoulder, he steered her away from the couple they had been watching. As they almost staggered down the trail, Ben could understand why Martha was acting as if she were in a daze. While seeing other people fuck was nothing novel to him, the idea of peeping at someone who was-supposedly-unaware they were being watched was a super turn-on. Ben was as excited as Martha.
I'll bet all I'd have to do would be touch her tit or her cunt and she'd cum like crazy, Ben thought as he walked beside Martha. I can have her right now, if I want to make the first move. But he restrained himself, for he was an honorable man and kept his word when he'd given it and he would wait for Martha to make the first move.
They walked a little farther, but nowhere near long enough for Martha to have been able to start cooling down from the two scenes she'd watched and been aroused by, when they heard a moan from the other side of a clump of bushes.
Ben pressed against Martha's shoulders and she dropped to her knees obediently. She hadn't even needed his urging to get into place to watch whoever was on the other side of the bushes. All Martha had needed was the knowledge that someone else was having sex and she could watch what they were doing.
As Ben settled himself behind her, he placed one of his knees so that it kept hers apart. Martha peered through the lower branches of the bush in front of her and almost gasped aloud.
Not an inch from her face was one of Brenda's feet as it waved about in the air. Brenda was flat on her back and her chubby body was covered by Jack Hall's. Martha had a perfect view of the short redhead's cunt as Jack sawed his big cock in and out of it.
Jack had been throwing his cock to Brenda hard and fast as Ben and Martha started watching, but shortly after they began to spy on him, he began pulling his cock out of the writhing teenager with almost exaggerated slowness and to run it back into her at the same tempo. Martha bit at her lower lip to keep from crying aloud as she watched the eight-inch cock plow back and forth in and out of the wet maw of Brenda's hot cunt.
Martha ran her tongue over her lips and tried to swallow as she watched the big cock moving in and out of her friend's red and swollen pussy. She could see Brenda's cunt glistening with moisture. It was the first time she'd ever had a good look at a cunt and she couldn't tear her eyes away from it.
Ben felt Martha's nails bite into the flesh of his thigh. He slipped his arms around her lightly and rested his hand on her heated, perspiration-slickened flesh and waited to see what her reaction would be.
It was almost as if she weren't aware of his touching her. Ben let his hand rest a little more assertively on her bare thigh and pressed the other tighter to the underside of her pert, high-set tits. All Martha did was quiver harder in his embrace.
Jack started wriggling about as he plugged Brenda's twathole to the hilt with his cock. Martha and Ben could hear the squishy sounds emanating from the wet quim as Jack ground his loins into it. Brenda's mouth was sealed under his so she couldn't cry out, but the way she kicked her feet about left no doubt she was enjoying having Jack Hall fucking her.
Ben began working his fingers idly against Martha's skin, edging one set of fingertips closer and closer to the barely covered cunt. Martha's ass wriggled harder against his loins as the sensation of having her sensitive inner thigh stroked got to her.
I wonder what she's thinking? Ben asked himself.
If he'd been able to read Martha's mind, he would have found that she was wishing that she were getting fucked by her father. No, she corrected herself, I wish I was getting fucked. She wanted her father, but she needed a cock.
Ben felt Martha stiffen and held his hands where they were. Am I going too fast for her? he asked himself, not knowing Martha had reacted to her realization she was horny, that she wanted to fuck more than she wanted to fuck her father.
Jack was reaching back and catching Brenda's thighs, folding her legs back across his body. He shifted his mouth away from the eighteen-year-old redhead and she squealed. "OOOOOOHHHHH! Jack! JACK! OH! You fuck so good, honey, fuck so good! Give it to me, giveittome, giveittome!"
I wish somebody was giving it to me, Martha thought. Then she realized she could get fucked if she wanted to ask Ben to screw her. She knew he was excited from what they'd been watching-she could feel the rigid bar of his cock against her ass. If that wasn't enough, there was the sneaky way he'd been feeling her up while she was engrossed in what she was watching.
Behind the bushes, Jack had shifted and commenced to licking at one of Brenda's big tits. As his tongue circled over the tan mound, Brenda dug her fingers into his arms. "Oh, bite it, Jack, bite it. You know that makes me cum like crazy."
Martha shivered at the lewd words her friend was uttering. But, she also knew exactly how Brenda felt. She wanted to be made to cum as much as she'd ever wanted anything in her life.
When he felt Martha's hand worming it's way between them, Ben shifted a little in hopes that she were reaching for his cock. To his delight, she caught it and pressed her hand firmly to the rigid bar. It was enough encouragement for Ben to lift one of his hands and close it over one of her out-thrust tits, while the other edged forward and pressed against her swollen slit. Eagerly he slipped his fingers under the material at her cunt and Martha had to press her hand to her mouth to stifle a cry of delight as he dug his fingers into the juicy furrow of her snatch.
As Ben had expected, his touch made Martha shudder convulsively in his arms. He shifted slightly and brought his head forward. As if she knew exactly what he wanted, Martha leaned back and turned her head until their lips could meet.
It was a heady kiss, for Martha was obviously not practiced, but the sheer eagerness with which she attacked his mouth infused Ben with pleasure.
Ben squeezed his cock even tighter as her body trembled again. Then, when she started to work her fingers into his trunks; Ben broke the kiss. "Let's leave," he whispered against her ear.
Although it was obvious that she didn't want to stop what she was doing with him, Martha released him and rose. She and Ben hurried down the path until they were a couple of hundred yards away from Jack and Brenda. Then they stopped and clinched, kissing each other fiercely while Ben worked his fingers against the taut flesh of her firm little ass.
"How long has all this been going on?" Martha asked as she and Ben broke apart.
"How long has what been going on?" Ben countered.
"This getting together and you guys going off with somebody else's daughter and screwing her?" Martha stated.
"What makes you think it's happened before?" Ben asked.
"Oh, you weren't surprised when you took me to where Daddy and Laurie were eating each other," Martha said. "And then there was what Brenda said to Jack. That he knew something made her cum. The only way he could know was if he'd done it before."
"Got it all figured out, haven't you?" Ben teased as he ran his hands over the jutting mounds of her tits. They felt every bit as good as he had imagined they would.
"Not all of it," Martha confessed. "Like I don't know if you-all switch around, or whether you would have been with Laurie if I hadn't been here."
"We switch around," Ben admitted.
"You still haven't told me how long you've been coming up here and screwing each other's daughters," Martha said.
"We've been coming up here ever since Sam bought the property, which was four years ago. We'd been screwing together for two years before that."
"My God," Martha sighed. "Six years! I can't believe that Brenda's been fucking for six years. Why on earth did all this happen?"
Ben explained to her how the group had been formed, telling her about Deni blackmailing Karen into eating her, he and Karen caught in bed by Jack, the three of them imitating Deni, then Deni and Karen recruiting Brenda. "All the girls had no mother," he concluded. "At least, there was no woman present. Karen's mom was in the hospital, Laurie's mom was working and not commuting; Deni and Brenda's mothers were dead."
"But why did you fuck them?" Martha demanded.
"Because they wanted us to," Ben retorted. "They knew men needed sexual release and they decided they'd rather provide it and have us stay home nights than they would have us go out looking for somebody who would ball us."
"And how did you happen to decide to get Daddy and I into your little group?" Martha asked.
Ben explained about the conversation he had had with her father and the resultant invitation.
"Well, let's go," Martha said, when he was finished.
"Go where?" Ben asked, catching her by the waist and pulling her close to him. Martha came easily and didn't flinch when he skimmed a hand over her body and between her thighs. She pulled his head down and kissed him eagerly as she pressed his fingers to her heated snatch, while his other hand traced the curves of her ass. Keeping one arm around his neck, she dropped the other hand and started rubbing his hard cock once more.
"Where're we going?" Ben teased as she stepped back from him.
"It's obvious we're supposed to screw," Martha said. "It ought to be obvious that I want to get screwed. So let's find a place where we can do it."
"I have a place in mind," Ben assured her as she slipped his arm around her waist and steered her down the path. I didn't expect you to get as turned-on by now as you have, or to be as perceptive as you've been. The place I'm thinking of is past where Alex and Deni are. I thought we might end up sitting there talking while I seduced you."
Martha laughed. "Isn't it going to bother you, to see Deni getting fucked, I mean?" she asked.
"It never has before," Ben replied. "I've never been jealous when I saw Karen getting screwed by somebody else, either."
"How about Deni?" Martha questioned. "Does she get jealous when she sees you fucking?"
"Did you get jealous watching Laurie and your father?" Ben countered.
For a moment, Martha said nothing. Then she answered: "In a way, I did."
"Well," Ben replied, "I guess the difference between you and Deni is that she, like the other girls, have fucked their father-you haven't.
Martha stopped and stared at him. "Deni and you have fucked?"
"So have Jack 'n Karen, Sam 'n Laurie, Alex 'n Brenda. What do you think we did, have orgies every night?" They walked along with Ben explaining a little more of how things were handled. Then, suddenly, he paused. "Quiet," he whispered, "they're just ahead."
They dropped to their bellies and crawled up to where they could look over the crest of a ridge. There was Alex on his back, with Deni curled over him. Ben smiled as he saw that they were positioned in such a way as to display their sexual union. He dug his fingers into Martha's saucy ass as he watched Deni working her cunt over Alex's cock.
Martha was interested, he could tell, but she was also getting hornier by the minute. Just then, Deni sat up and commenced to lift and lower herself over Alex's straining cock. The shaft would come into view, glistening with Deni's moisture, then it would disappear as the brunette squirmed her twat down around it.
Deni arched her back and moaned as she twisted her hips about over Alex's loins. He had his hands on her tits and was pinching her nipples as she jounced up and down over his cock.
Ben eased his hand into the bottom of Martha's bikini and she ground her ass into his loins as he started stroking her wet cuntal furrow. His other hand circled her tits once more and he felt her press her ass harder against him. It was unmistakably a signal that she had seen enough.
Still, before they could move away, the tableau before them changed again. Deni dropped back down and leaned forward until one of her tits was hanging over Alex's mouth. As he seized on it and sucked, he ran one of his hands down Deni's side and over the jaunty curve of her ass. Then, to Ben's delight, Alex ran a finger into Deni's asshole.
Martha staggered back a step and almost ran, so eager was she to get to somewhere where she could relieve the desire building within her. After admiring her ass a moment, Ben caught up with her and led her towards the glade he had selected for her first fuck of the afternoon.
Chapter Seven
As she walked through the woods with Ben Lewis' arm around her trim waist, his fingers resting against the naked part of her ass, Martha was smiling. In a few minutes she was going to get fucked.
No, she corrected herself, I'm going to be fucking. Ben's not going to be doing things TO me, he's going to be doing things WITH me. For Martha knew she was as anxious to have sex as Ben was. She wanted his mouth to work upon hers and her tits, she wanted him to caress her tits and pussy. Most of all, she wanted him to stick his cock in her twat and ride it there until they both came and came hard.
But, she asked herself, what if he wants me to suck his cock?
I'll suck it, she decided. If Laurie and Brenda and the rest of them can stand to suck cocks, I can, too. I won't even mind if he shoots his stuff in my mouth. And I'll let him lick me between the legs, if he tries to.
She looked sideways at the man who was going to be fucking her before too much more time went past. He was handsome, as she had noted, and his cock seemed big.
I'm glad he drew the short straw, Martha told herself. Somehow she sensed Ben would be a good lover. Not that she had any idea that any of the other men wouldn't be able to give her a good fuck. But she seemed to feel she knew Doc Lewis better than she did any of the other men. Sam probably remembered her as a girl who'd had braces and pigtails. Alex she had met only once, and she'd never talked to Karen's father before that morning. So she was glad Ben was going to be the man to get into her pants.
Almost first. She had almost forgotten the one time she had been fucked. She had been so excited about the idea of giving herself to Ben Lewis she had almost forgotten it wasn't a wholly virginal body he was getting.
They walked along and her mind went back to that day a month earlier when she had lost her cherry ...
* * *
Martha opened her eyes, sat up and stretched. Her pert tits stood out proudly from her chest as she pulled her arms and shoulders back and she looked down on them with pleased surprise. For years she had had practically nothing in front and then, suddenly over the winter, she had grown a nice set of tits. Not big ones, but still nice and springy under her hands. She cupped the solid mounds and jiggled them, then brushed her fingers over her rising nipples. A shiver coursed through her and she considered masturbating.
She didn't consider it for long. It was Saturday and it was warm outside. Spring had finally arrived with a vengeance. Martha hopped from her bed and stretched again, grinning at the sight of her nakedness in the full-length mirror.
Martha wriggled into a pair of bikini panties and wondered what to wear. Then the answer struck her. Grinning even more broadly, she opened a drawer and took out a halter she had made months ago. She slipped her arms through its side holes and dropped the hoop over her head, then drew the cups over her tits and fastened the two buttons in her cleavage. As she had expected, the halter was too small for her now and she decided the way she spilled out of it was exactly how she wanted to look. In the halter, she looked like a ripe fruit, and that was how she felt-ripe and full of hot juices just waiting for the pressure of a mouth to be released.
She took an old pair of jeans and hacked the legs off high, then slipped into the abbreviated shorts. Shit, she thought as she pulled the shorts up around her hips, I've cut them off too much. A quarter-inch of panties was visible below each side of the shorts. I'll have to cut-off another pair, she told herself. Or take off your panties and wear these, she answered.
The choice wasn't hard to make. Off came the shorts and panties, back on went the cut-offs. Martha turned and looked over her shoulder. A good inch of each of her asscheeks was exposed below the line of her new shorts. "Dyno-mite!" she breathed as she surveyed herself. "Sexy! Sexy! Sexy!"
Dashing downstairs, Martha grabbed a couple of doughnuts and a banana. Cramming them into her mouth, she poured a glass of milk and drained it, then went outside. Both cars were gone. Her dad was out at Wolfeson's farm, she remembered. And the absence of the other car meant her little brother and sister had gone somewhere. Little brother and sister were sixteen and a half and fifteen respectively, but Martha still thought of them as kids.
Well, shit, she thought. She wanted to go into town and the only way she could get there now was to walk or ride her bike. It would have to be the bike. She pulled it out of the storage shed, called through the window to her mother to tell her she was going and started off.
When she got to town, she locked the bike onto a rack and began hunting for some of the kids. To her disgust, there was no one around she knew. Even Sam's Diner was closed, something she had never heard of on a Saturday.
Finally, she wandered into the drugstore. At least Karen was working. "Where is everybody?" she asked, as she perched on a stool.
"Tri-county Olympics," Karen replied.
"Oh, shit," Martha said, "I was gonna go to that. I knew I wanted to get up early for some reason, but I went back to sleep."
"You've done enough for the school," Karen assured her. During the past two years, Martha had been the star on the girls' basketball team and they had gotten to the quarterfinals in the state tournament twice. They had been the only small-town team to make it, and the team that had beaten them had been the state champs. Both teams had had easier times beating the opponent in the finals than they had with McGiven's Corner's team.
Martha hung around the drugstore for about an hour. That was one of the nice things about Doc Lewis; he didn't mind if people hung around stretching a soda and reading the magazines. It was only if they got crowded that he or Karen would suggest some of the kids leave so paying customers could sit down. And since the counter was pretty long, it was unusual for them to have to run all the loafers away.
After Martha had been in the drugstore for awhile talking to Karen, some guy came in and Martha almost creamed her jeans. He was about the most handsome guy she had ever seen in her life. As if it were almost a mystical experience, Martha knew he was going to be the guy who changed her from a girl to a woman. Her breath got short and she could feel his gaze being drawn to her heaving tits. Knowing he was studying her tits made the nipples rise and push against the thin fabric of the halter. She swung her legs out in front of her, knowing it would draw his gaze to them and thence up to her hips and the abbreviated shorts. Martha knew he wasn't having any trouble imagining her in the nude.
"I thought everybody had gone to the games," he said to Martha.
"I overslept," she explained. "How come you're not there?"
"I don't like those kind of games," he answered, his eyes traveling over her scantily clad body leaving no doubt what sort of game he liked.
Karen served him a cola and moved to the other end of the lunch counter to wait on a couple of ladies. "What kind of games do you go for?" he asked Martha, his eyes still running over her near-naked body.
"I haven't had much experience with games," Martha answered. Don't let him think I'd be a waste of time because I don't know anything, Martha prayed. "I spend most of my time helping my dad with the animals."
"Oh, yeah. You're the vet's daughter," the boy exclaimed. "I don't know nothing about animals. We always lived in town, and we moved so much I never had a pet. I guess they're okay, though. If I got to be around animals, I bet I'd like them."
"Want to come out to the house and see some?" Martha invited, her heart beating faster. "We've got two or three sort of rare ones there now." (What they really had was a boa constrictor, a western cow pony and couple of wolfhounds. Martha thought they ought to be exotic enough for somebody who didn't know much about animals.)
"Sure," he agreed, finishing his cola. "I can follow you out, I guess."
"I ... I'm on my bike," Martha spluttered, sure he was going to think she was too young for him. But he didn't seem to mind, he merely suggested putting the bike in the back of his car. It was soon done and they were on their way out of town.
Harry, as he'd introduced himself, seemed too good to be true to Martha. He not only ran his eyes over her often, he seemed to like what he saw. Martha wasn't used to guys thinking she was attractive and the interest Harry showed in her was enough to turn her head.
After they'd unloaded the bike and looked at the pony, who had come on cue and eaten carrots from their hands, they wandered into the old barn that had been converted into an animal hospital and boarding kennel. Harry made all the proper responses, playing with the dogs and cats a little and letting the snake circle his arm. Then he nodded toward a ladder. "What's up there?"
"A hayloft," Martha answered. "During the winter, we board horses for five or six people."
"A real hayloft," Harry exclaimed. "I don't think I really believed they existed anymore."
"Oh, it exists," Martha assured him. "With real hay in it and everything."
"Let's go up," Harry suggested. "Come on," he urged, reaching out his hand to her. Martha didn't think much of climbing into the loft until she realized they'd be alone up there and it was dark. Maybe he'll think it's romantic, she told herself as she started up the ladder. Harry came right behind her, so close that she could feel his breath high on her thighs as he exhaled.
She reached the top of the ladder and hesitated a moment. Then she felt his hand on her bottom, on the bare flesh of her ass, as he pushed at her, urging her to venture into the dimness of the room.
Martha turned and sat on the dusty floor of the loft. As Harry climbed the ladder, his sides brushed her inner thighs and his body slid over hers. His mouth grew closer and closer to hers, until he was standing on the bar that put him snugly against her.
One of his hands cupped her chin and tilted her head back a little, until he could look down at her. "Are you playing games with me?" he asked, his voice husky.
"No," she whispered. She wasn't sure exactly what she was doing, but it wasn't playing. Harry stared at her for a moment, as if considering her. Martha ran the tip of her tongue over her dry lips and returned his stare.
After what seemed to her to be the longest time, his mouth began to descend on hers. She gave a delighted squeal and threw her arms around him as his lips pressed to hers.
Her lips were parted and the pressure he applied to them with his own lips kept them that way. She felt his tongue slither across her lips and shivered, then darted her tongue forward to touch his. An electric current coursed through her and she hugged him tighter as his tongue dipped into her mouth and traveled over her slimmer tongue.
Martha's knees swung toward each other until her thighs were pressing hard to his sides. He put his free hand at the small of her back and pressed himself to her, his loins snug against her barely covered pudendum. His lips twisted and moved against hers and his tongue foraged in her mouth in a way that soon had her feeling giddy. I'll let him do anything he wants, the horny teenager thought as she squirmed against him.
Since she wasn't resisting his kiss, he didn't need to keep his hand on her chin. He let his fingers trail down her body, moving them matter-of-factly over the pert curve of her tit and across her bare belly. After sliding his hand over the slight curve of her hip, he brushed his fingers across her thigh until he was cupping it. Then he lifted her leg, hooking it over his hip. His fingers slid down her thigh and commenced to massage the crescent of naked flesh beneath the back of her shorts. Her cunt pressed against the rigid bar of his cock and Martha could feel herself growing wet and itchy as his tongue continued to delve into her mouth. Ohhhhh, the bemused girl thought, I want him to do EVERYTHING to me.
Both of his hands were at her waist and he was urging her to move back into the hayloft. Reluctantly she broke the kiss and started to rise.
As her tits came level with his head, he caught her around the waist and nuzzled his face between the two warm mounds. His tongue delved into her cleavage and Martha suddenly felt weak. Her legs trembled and she dug her nails into his arms.
He released her and she got to her feet on the loft floor. As she staggered backward, Harry came into the loft and caught her by the wrist. "Come here," he growled, tugging at her.
She let him draw her up until they were pressed together from knee to mouth. His hands cupped her trim ass cheeks and dug into the resilient flesh as she thrust her tongue forward and allowed him to suck on it. Her tits felt heavier than she could remember and the nipples ached they were so strained.
They started shuffling sideways, until they reached a pile of hay left from the winter. Without being really conscious of what she was doing, Martha allowed herself to be maneuvered until she was reclining on the soft pile. Harry was atop her, his firm body pressing to hers as he continued to excite her with the play of his tongue against hers and the movement of his hips against hers.
His hands were still cupping the saucy mounds of her ass. As he kneaded the taut flesh, he caused Martha's pussy to move up and down against the rigid bar of his cock. The teenager was beside herself with passion and she ran her hands up and down Harry's broad back as he continued to move his lips upon hers.
When her legs locked around him, pressing his hard cock more firmly to her wet slit, Harry brought his hands away from her ass and dragged them up her sides. He lifted himself somewhat and brought his hands between their bodies, closing them over her swollen tits immediately.
Another girl might have resented the speed with which he was progressing, but that girl probably would have had some dating experience. Martha's was almost nonexistent, and the idea that a male, particularly a handsome one, was paying attention to her was more than she could cope with.
He moved her tits around on her chest, his fingers working demandingly on the resilient flesh of the pert mounds. Martha made no move to stop him until he tried pushing his hand into the halter. Then she merely pushed his hands away, moved one of her hands between them and undid the two buttons that held the halter together.
Harry lifted his mouth from hers to stare at her naked tits. Martha watched through slitted eyes as he licked his lips and squeezed the bare flesh he had uncovered by flipping the cups of her halter away from her proud tits.
His fingers caught her nipples and tugged at them and Martha's hips surged upward as she started cumming. Harry rolled the hard nipples about and ground his encased cock against the puffy lips of her pussy, making Martha's cum even better.
She caught at his T-shirt and yanked it up, baring his torso as he continued to caress her naked tits. He lifted each hand in turn to aid her in removing the T-shirt, then rested upon her once more, his bare chest flattening her pert tits somewhat as he began rotating his pelvis against hers, rekindling the flames of lust within her virginal cunt.
When her legs started to rise to tighten around him once more, he shifted and came up on his elbows and knees. One of his hands continued to chase around her heaving tits and his mouth began licking and kissing at her shoulders and throat, working toward the taut hillocks of her breasts. The other hand slithered down her writhing body until it was on the tender inner surface of one of her long thighs.
Martha sighed and urged his mouth further over the conical mound of her tits. As he slashed his tongue across her erect nipple, she moaned with pleasure and dug her nails into his hard biceps. Harry dragged his fingertips higher on her thigh.
The sensations he had already produced within her dimmed to almost nothingness when compared to the sensations she felt as his fingers pried at the damp cloth covering her crotch. As she felt his fingers nudging her swollen pussy lips, Martha began to gasp and squirm in his embrace.
After far too short a time, Harry pulled his fingers away from her heated snatch. But his fingers didn't stay gone from it for long. Expertly, Harry opened her cut-offs and inserted his hand into her cunt from above. Martha spread her legs as far apart as she could get them and sighed as he stroked the slippery furrow of her snatch.
Again he moved his hands from her cunt. This time he caught the top of her shorts. Immediately, Martha lifted her ass into the air in an invitation to him to remove her last garment. Harry was quick to drag the abbreviated shorts down to her knees and Martha kicked them the rest of the way off.
Even as she was ridding herself of her shorts, he was undoing his trousers and pushing them down his hips. Martha gave a gasp of delight as his rigid cock sprang into view. Eagerly the teenager grabbed the stiff rod and stroked it as she watched him wriggle out of his trousers.
He shifted around a little as she stripped and he came to rest in a position that had his cockhead just inches away from her lips. Harry reached out both hands, pressing one over her cunt and slipping the other under her neck. As he lifted her head and brought her mouth closer to his shiny cockhead, he ground the heel of his hand against her swollen clit and pushed a finger into the still tight tunnel of her twat.
Any hesitation that Martha might have had about using her mouth on his cock disappeared as he started to finger fuck her in earnest. She stuck out her tongue and licked at the head of his cock, inhaling the musky fragrance of his loins as she slid her tongue along the underside of his cock.
Martha hitched herself up and circled his waist with one arm as she licked greedily at the rigid bar of his cock. He was still massaging her snatch and frigging her as she swiped her tongue along the sensitive under side of his cock.
It was the lewdest thing she had ever done, licking a guy's cock. But Martha was too far gone to think about anything but the fact she was naked, with a man who was naked, and both of them were aware they were going to fuck before much more time went by.
For a moment after Martha slipped her mouth around the bulbous head of his cock, he thought about having her bring him off with her mouth. He sensed she would be easy to persuade to do so. But his exploring fingers detected her hymen, and he gave a sudden lurch that drove his cock a little deeper into her wantonly sucking mouth. Jesus, he thought, she's cherry.
He pulled his cock free from her mouth and settled her back on the pile of straw. Quickly he was atop her once more, his hips holding her legs apart. The slippery head of his cock rode up and down the slick furrow of her cunt.
He's going to fuck me, Martha thought with delight. She felt the mushroomy head of his cock settle against the dilated opening of her twat and hunched her trim ass upward in an effort to get him inside of her where she felt so empty.
For a second, time froze. Then his cock was knifing into her, driving deep and hard into the tight tunnel of her vagina. She gave a cry that was more of pain than passion, but he ignored her, dragging his cock almost out of her twat, then he rammed it inward.
Once more pain shot through her, but it was considerably less the second time and a sense of pleasure was creeping into her awareness along with the hurt. Once more he withdrew and thrust his cock into her, tearing the last shreds of her maidenhead away in the process. Martha clung to him and worked her hips as best she could in answer to the demanding thrusts of his hips. As he worked his turgid cock in and out of her painfully stretched twat, the pleasure grew faster and the pain receded. By the end of his fourth or fifth stroke into her, she was over the discomfort and was responding to his fucking as eagerly as she'd responded to everything else he had done to her.
Her head was reeling and there was a roaring in her ears. She beat a tattoo on the hay with her trim ass as she humped her cunt up to meet his downward thrusts. "God, God, GOOOOOOODDDDDDD!" she cried as his hammering cock brought her off once more, making her cuntal muscles pulsate around his cock.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!" Martha screamed as she felt his hot jism spurting into her twat. She clawed at him in her lust as she bounced her hips up and down in an effort to get him to continue throwing his cock to her.
Unfortunately, her father had arrived home just in time to hear her cries. Investigating, he had discovered Harry fucking her, and an ugly scene had followed, with Harry accusing her father of wanting her for himself. Even as she'd lain in the hay, her hands trying to shield herself, Martha had realized that Harry was closer to the truth of the matter than he realized: It wasn't that her father wanted to screw her, it was that she wanted him to screw her! And, she resolved, somehow I'll get him to do it to me. Somehow I'll get him to fuck me.
Chapter Eight
Martha chuckled aloud as she thought: How ridiculous, here I am about to get fucked and I'm thinking of the past instead of anticipating what's going to happen.
She felt Ben's arm tighten around her as he chuckled and she turned her head to look at him. He was a handsome man, despite being in his mid-40s. His age wasn't a handicap so far as the girl was concerned, for she thought mature men were more interesting. Furthermore, she had spent a lot of time with her father and was more at ease with men his age than she was with boys like Harry.
"How much farther?" she asked Ben as they strolled through the woods.
"We're almost there," Ben replied. Then he stopped and stepped onto a fallen tree. Reaching out his hand, he helped her up onto the trunk with him. The tree lay behind a holly and they moved along the trunk, edging around the prickly leaves of the other tree.
"Ohhhh," Martha exclaimed as she saw where Ben was leading her. Behind the holly and the fallen tree was a glade carpeted with soft moss and completely hidden from anyone who might pass by. Even the sides of the glade offered no vantage point, for there were a number of trees whose branches hung over the depression. It was a perfect spot for them to make it the first time. Martha knew she would be fucking in full view of others if she and her father continued meeting the rest of the group, but she wanted to get used to fucking before that happened-although she wouldn't have let the presence of others stop her from getting screwed.
Ben hopped down from the trunk and caught her around the hips, lifting her and swinging her through the air to set her on her feet. His hands stayed at her waist and she slid her arms around his neck as she pressed herself to him and rose on tip toes to seek his mouth with hers.
As they kissed, Ben's hand shifted from her tiny waist to the rounded mounds of her ass. Her bikini bottom left most of her asscheeks exposed and his fingers kneaded her bare ass as he ran his tongue across her lips until she thrust her own tongue forward.
He beat his tongue against hers as she pressed her trim body to him. She could feel the heat from his cock radiating through his swim trunks and the briefness of her bikini bottom. God, she thought, but I want that thing in me.
Already, her body was preparing to receive the big cock. The sexual action she had witnessed the others indulging in, plus her memories of getting screwed, had aroused her almost as much as a man's caressing her body would have done. Her saucy tits felt too big for her bikini bra, and her pussy was already wet and hot with desire. Ben could have stretched her out, removed her minimal covering and screwed her immediately and she would have accepted it without protest.
Ben wormed the fingers of one hand into the bikini bottom and rubbed the tips along the bottom of Martha's rear cleavage. The nubile mulatto shuddered as she introduced her to new sensations and her flat belly rotated against his as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and back. She had never expected her bottom to be so receptive to a man's caresses.
As one of his hands explored the smooth roundness of her ass and the mysteries of the deep crack between the firm cheeks, his other hand slid up her back. A moment later and Martha felt the bikini bra go loose as Ben undid the knots of the strap across her back. She shifted a little, making it possible for him to pull the minuscule bits of cloth away from her sharp-pointed tits. As he pulled the tiny halter higher, they had to break the union of their lips.
Not that Martha cared. He was undressing her, which was more exciting than kissing her. He got the bikini bra out of the way and feasted his eyes on her tits. As he ran his eyes over them, Martha drew back her shoulders to make the twin projectiles stick out even more spectacularly. "God, they're beautiful," Ben whispered.
Martha's insides seemed to melt at his words. She had been afraid that he wouldn't like her tits, since they were the smallest of any of the girls'. Even Karen, whose tits were no larger than hers, seemed to have more because she was shorter and that made her tits seem proportionately larger. Ben reached out his hands and placed the palms against the jutting little mounds, then circled his hands about, drawing her aching nipples into further erectness.
Martha wanted to be completely naked before him. She caught the bikini bottom and shoved it savagely down from her slim hips. Halfway to her knees, gravity took over and the tiny garment fell to her feet. Quickly, she stepped out of them and posed wantonly before the older man, letting him get a good look at her nubile body.
Her skin was the color of peanut butter or caramels, her hair the red of rusty iron, her nipples and cuntflesh the red of foxes. Her tits hung firmly with the areola low and larger than those of the other girls. On the other hand, her ass was higher and more compact than any Ben was used to. The way it felt under the pressure of his fingers was unfamiliar with more than newness. Even after he had familiarized himself with the feel of her ass he would be able to recognize it through the differences alone, while he wasn't able to differentiate between Deni and Karen's asses by touch alone.
Lifting her hands above her head, she pirouetted about, giving him a good look at all of her nakedness. Again, Ben was struck by the sexiness of the tufts of hair growing in her armpits. None of the other girls ever had more than a stubble there and Ben was of the opinion that Martha was, somehow, more sensual because she allowed all of her body-hair to grow naturally.
He reached for her, catching her by the wrist and drawing her to him. She came swiftly, almost throwing her body against his. As his mouth descended on hers, she pressed herself to his trim body and rubbed her entire form against his. Her mouth was open and waiting for his tongue as their lips met.
Ben cupped her trim little ass in his hands and pressed her flat belly tightly to his as he plunged his tongue into her hot mouth. Martha sucked greedily on his tongue as she ran her hands up and down his back while wriggling her shoulders to make the hard tops of her tits scoot across this chest.
He worked one of his hands into the crack of her ass, then slid the fingertips down until he was caressing her cunt from behind. Martha moaned aloud against his ravenous mouth as he traced his fingertip up and down the slickened surface of her cuntal furrow, nudging her swollen clit occasionally.
God, he's getting me sooo hot, Martha thought. Her pussy was dripping fluid and the inner surfaces of her thighs were wet from the juices that had poured from her heated twat. Martha was on the verge of cumming and she shuddered as she realized in a matter of moments he would be bringing her off with his expert fingers.
However, she had reckoned without taking into account the fact that Ben could recognize the signs of her incipient cum. And she hadn't taken into account the fact he knew the longer a girl was stimulated without being allowed to cum, the harder she would cum when finally brought to a climax.
Lifting his mouth from hers, he ducked his head and commenced to rain kisses across her pert little tits. "OOOOOOOHHH!" Martha squealed as he licked and kissed and sucked at her heaving tits. He continued to fondle her quivering ass, but his fingers abandoned her cunt for a moment.
One of his hands trailed around her trembling body and cupped one of her tits, lifting it until he could slide his tongue across the turreted tip.
"Ahhhhh," Martha sighed as he commenced to suck greedily at her tit. Her awareness shifted from the terrible hot itching in her pussy to the sensations now coursing through her tit. Harry had used his mouth on her tits but it hadn't felt as good as it was feeling now with Ben mouthing them.
With her tit in his mouth, he didn't need to hold the compact mound. His hand shifted to her other tit and the fingertips dug into the resilient flesh. His other hand was still kneading the flesh of her ass, dipping occasionally into the deep cleavage between the taut mounds or crawling over the highset hemispheres.
It was getting harder and harder for Martha to remain upright. Her knees were watery and her legs shook. She raked her nails down Ben's back as he drew the rest of her tit into his mouth and beat his tongue against her swollen nipple. "OOOOOOOOOOOH!" she squealed as she shuddered and fought to keep from collapsing in a heap.
Sensing how weak she was, Ben began lowering her to the ground. It didn't take long for him to have her stretched out on the soft mosses. He knelt between her open thighs, his mouth still working on her tit, his hand still squeezing and fondling the other pert hillock. But as he continued to excite her heaving tits, he moved the other hand from under her and started moving his fingers up and down the wet surface of her inner thigh.
He let the wet tit slip from his mouth and shifted his lips to the other tit. Now he nibbled and licked as he moved his mouth around the pert mound. On her thigh, the hand grew closer and closer to the hair-framed wetness of her cunt.
"Ben," she moaned, "get undressed now. I want to see your cock, see that wonderful thing you're going to stick in me."
He hopped to his feet and shoved his trunks off. His cock jutted out from his loins and Martha's head reeled as she saw just how big it was. Ohhhhhhh, she thought, it'll stretch my insides something fierce. But, she knew she would be able to accommodate the stiff pecker into her twat, that she would accommodate it and love the feeling of her twat stretched and stuffed by the bigness of Ben Lewis' cock. If Karen could take that thing into her when she was only twelve, I can certainly take it now, she told herself.
Her hands reached out and closed around the solid bar of his cock as soon as he was back on his knees. Even with both of her hands fisted around the shaft of his cock, the red glands still extended beyond the enclosure. Martha licked her suddenly dry lips and stared up at Ben as she caressed her heaving tits once more. I'll go crazy if I don't get fucked in a hurry, she told herself and she tried the convey the urgency she felt by pumping her hand around his hard cock.
"You want it, don't you?" he teased, for she was sure he was aware of just how badly she did want his cock.
"Yessssssss," she hissed as she moved her feet away from each other, opening her cunt even more to his gaze and touch. "Come on, Ben, put it in me. Put it in and screw me as hard as you can. I ... I need to get fucked, Ben."
For a moment, she thought he was going to refuse, that he was figuring on taking more time playing with her. "You ... you can do anything else you want later," she promised him. "I'll let you put it in my mouth; or put your mouth on me if you want. But I've got to get fucked now. I've got to!"
He stretched himself out above her, holding his body off of hers with his knees and elbows. His cock angled down to touch her pussy and she leaped as an electric current seemed to shoot through her. "Yesssssss," she hissed as she threw her arms around him and tried to hug him tightly to her writhing body.
Again, he tormented her. He used one hand to steer the spongy head of his big cock up and down the spread furrow of her cunt. When he nudged her clit with the glands of his cock, she gave a shrill cry and kicked her feet about in the air, much the way she had seen Brenda doing as she'd been screwed by Jack Hill's cock.
"Please," Martha whimpered, "please."
That seemed to make him have pity on her. He guided the head of his cock to the dilated opening of her twat and pushed his hips forward. Martha sobbed with pleasure as she felt the spongy head of his cock slip into her tight cuntal cranny.
Once he was securely lodged in her twat, Ben adjusted himself until he was lying atop her. Their mouths met in a torrid kiss and Martha writhed beneath him as she tried to get more of his big cock into her aching twat.
Ham it into me, she pleaded silently, fuck me as hard as you can. But, although she twisted her hips about erotically and dug her nails into the solid muscles of his ass, he pushed the cock in slowly, giving her no more than a half-inch with each lazy trust of his hips. Martha sobbed against his mouth and heaved her trim ass up in an attempt to get more of the big cock buried in her heated vagina.
Ben's hands slipped under her and cupped the trim mounds of her ass as he pushed farther and farther into the tight, clinging tunnel of her twat. Each time he pulled back, she thought he was going to withdraw completely, but, always at the last moment, he reversed his direction and sent the massive prick back into her body. Her belly rippled and she shuddered under him as he fucked her skillfully, forcing her to contemplate the rhythm with which he was giving her his cock.
Her twat was getting wetter and hotter by the second. Already, the crack of her ass was slippery with her juices. He began to move his cock a little faster as he rode it in and out of her hot, clinging pussy. Martha twisted about under him, moving her tits about on his chest as she lifted her legs and crossed them over the small of his back, driving him deeper into her vaginal tube.
When his cum-filled balls slapped at her ass, she sensed he was going to start screwing her harder and she was correct. His cock moved faster and more forcefully as he sawed it in and out of her twat and she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth as her ass started beating the ground in counterpoint to his thrusts.
God, this is soooooo gooddddddd, Martha thought as she felt herself drawing near to a cum. Then he ground his loins to her completely open pussy and she shuddered as her vaginal muscles began convulsing around his prick.
"HHHHHHIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed as she twisted her mouth from under his. He began ramming his cock into her with much greater speed and force and the excited teenager realized he was going to make her cum again before long.
Her pussy walls clung to his cock like a glove as he fucked her steadily, his balls slapping her ass each time he drove the massive cock into her. Their bodies were wet with perspiration and their breath was labored as they humped their hips together and screwed each other as hard as they could.
Then he froze with his cock embedded in her twat to the hilt. Martha felt his cock expanding and was bewildered for a moment until she felt the first hot gob of jism spurt into her twat. It was enough to set her off once more and she clawed at his back as he shot gob after gob of jism into her. Her fluids mixed with his arid gushed out of her tightly packed twat to trickle down the crack of her ass and coat his balls.
"Jesus," Ben sighed as he rolled away from her. She turned and pressed herself to him, rubbing her trim body to his as she rained kisses over his face. "I hope Daddy starts coming around regularly," she whispered. "I know I want your cock in me again."
"I want to put it in you again," Ben assured her. She ran her hand over the sticky cock, massaged it until it was erect once more. "Not now, baby," Ben whispered. "We have to go back to the others. Somebody else is supposed to screw you today, too."
But though she pleaded with him to, he wouldn't tell her who her next fuck was going to be with.
Chapter Nine
The other four couples had regrouped at the cove by the time Martha and Ben returned to it. Although all of them were wondering if the delayed absence of the other two meant they had been screwing, no one had gone to hunt for the young mulatto and the druggist. Brenda had suggested doing so, but no one else had been interested enough and she hadn't felt like wandering away by herself for fear the rest of them would get into something without her.
It was Brenda who saw the missing couple approaching the cove. She hopped to her feet and sped towards them, for the fact that Martha was carrying her bikini was enough to convince the chubby redhead Ben had been successful in his attempt to fuck the tall, brown skinned girl.
"How was it?" Brenda asked as she hugged her friend.
"Just great," Martha answered, smiling at Ben as she slipped her hand into his. Her other arm hugged Brenda for a moment, then she asked: "How come you never told me about this?"
"Couldn't," Brenda mumbled. "It's a rule we have. Nobody new finds out about the group without the group wanting them to know. You can understand, can't you? I mean, if I'd told you and you had told your father, he could have thought it was terrible and gotten us all in a lot of trouble."
"You could've told me not to say anything to Daddy and I wouldn't have," Martha protested.
"Would you have had sex with another girl?" Ben asked.
Martha stopped dead in her tracks. "With another girl?" she repeated, her eyes going wide as she stared at her chubby friend.
Even through her tan, Brenda's blush was completely visible. "Well if it was just you who joined, there'd either be a girl left out, or two girls and a man would have to get together. All us girls have done it to each other when two of us were with a guy, but could you do that?"
The mulatto girl looked bewildered. "If two of you were with one guy, that'd leave three guys and two girls. What'd they do?"
"Oh," Brenda explained as if the answer were perfectly obvious. "One girl took on two guys at once."
There was an audible gulp from Martha as she digested that bit of news and she looked at the other girls with renewed respect. Who would think it of any of them? she asked herself. I never would have imagined that any of them was screwing her father, or doing things with another girl, or fucking two guys at the same time.
"How about it?" Brenda insisted, as she and Martha dropped back a little and walked slower than Ben. "Could you do it with another girl? Could you take on two men at once?"
"I don't know," Martha admitted. "I guess I'll be finding out if we keep coming around. And I hope we do keep coming around.
"Why?" she asked suddenly. "Are you suggesting that you and I ...?"
"Not really," Brenda assured her. "Oh, I would," she hastened to add. "I don't mind eating another girl's pussy. And, if you close your eyes, you can't tell who's eating you. But I like fucking better than I do fooling around with another girl. We all do," she added, giving Laurie the benefit of the doubt, since the older girl's preference for other women hadn't been evidenced in the group setting.
"That's good," Martha answered. "I guess I'll find out if I can do it to a girl, but I'd rather get fucked by all the guys here before I turn to any of the other girls."
"Well," Brenda said, "You better hope nobody mentions it was my birthday the first of the week then. See, we have this thing that whenever a member has a birthday, everybody else kisses them. We might not do it today because you and your dad are here. But my dad might mention it just to see what you do."
"Oh, I could kiss you," Martha assured her short, chubby friend.
Brenda gave her a funny look. "I'm not talking about a kiss on the mouth," she finally said and it was Martha's turn to blush.
"Don't worry," Brenda said, taking the other girl's hand and squeezing it. "If my dad suggests it, I'll say you and your dad don't count as members yet, because you haven't screwed each other yet. You haven't fucked your dad, have you?" she suddenly asked.
"No," Martha admitted. "But I want him to fuck me," she confessed.
Just then the two girls reached the others. Everyone else had a fresh glass of beer and Martha and Brenda filled theirs.
"To our newest members!!" Karen suggested, raising her glass. There were cheers and everyone but Louis and Martha drank.
Brenda could see that her father was about to say something but she forestalled what she was sure he was going to suggest by saying: "Let's hope they become full members by the next time we get together, so they can take part in all of the things we do."
Everyone looked at Martha, who smiled and stared at her father. Louis, on the spot, shrugged. "We'll let you know," he assured the others. "Right now, though, I'm in the mood to keep making up for the past few years of no sex."
He rose from his place at the table and stepped towards the two standing teenagers. "How about it, birthday girl?" he asked Brenda. "Think you could be persuaded to get it on with me?"
"Sure," the chubby redhead answered quickly, again forestalling her father's attempt to discover whether Martha would eat pussy. Her father had been developing an interest in voyeurism lately, Brenda knew. On several occasions he had had her finger herself to orgasm while watching her and he had been talking about getting a videotape machine so they could record themselves having sex with each other or with others. Not that Brenda minded that her father liked to watch; she enjoyed it herself, although she preferred being watched to watching.
Louis held out his hands to her and she took them, letting the husky veterinarian pull her toward him until their bodies were touching. As Louis bent a little, Brenda rose on tiptoes and slid an arm around his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers. He kissed her fiercely, his mouth demanding on hers as his hands cupped her abundant titties and started to knead the pliant flesh. The girl dropped her free hand and scooped his limp prick into it, then caressed it as she sucked on the thick tongue that had driven into her mouth. Golly, Brenda thought, he sure hasn't forgotten how to turn a girl on, even if he hasn't gotten laid for a long time.
As her father and Brenda embraced, Martha walked past them to join the others. Are we all going to stay here and fuck where everybody can see what everybody else is doing?
Apparently they were. Deni was lowering herself to Sam's lap and he was squeezing her perfectly formed breasts as they started kissing. They were on one of the beach towels and Laurie, who was on another, was holding out her arms and saying: "Come on over here, Ben."
He crossed the clearing and dropped to his knees before the wantonly sprawling redhead, his hands shooting out to close over her breasts even before he started to stretch out upon her. Martha felt a tingle start in her pussy as she turned to the three people still sitting at the table. She knew that Karen wasn't going to be her partner, which left Jack Hall or Alex Wilson. And while Martha thought that seeing a father and daughter screwing might make her father receptive to the idea of fucking her, she still hoped it wouldn't be now, for she liked the looks of Jack a lot better than she did those of Alex. In addition, Jack had a bigger cock than Alex, and she wanted to get used to being entered by a big cock, since her father was more than adequately endowed in the penis. In fact, her father's penis seemed as big as Ben and Jack's.
Then Karen swung down from the table top and stood in front of Alex. "Come on, lover," she whispered huskily. "Let's get going." Alex rose and followed Karen as she made her way to another of the blanket-sized beach towels and sank to her knees on it, her shoulders back to emphasize her small breasts-which were small only in relationship to those of the other girls.
Jack was grinning at her as he saw her staring at his cock, which was only half-stiff. "Think we can figure out something to do with that?" he teased as he reached out and caught her by the wrist, tugging her toward him.
"Sure," she agreed, letting him pull her up until she was standing between his spread thighs. He ran his hands over her willowy body in a deliberate gesture, tweaking her nipples and tracing the curve of her cuntal furrow, making her hiss with anticipation. "Could ... could we do it with me on my hands and knees?" she asked as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his semi-hard cock.
"If you want," he agreed.
"I don't know much about sex," she told him. "If I watch what the others are doing, I'll learn something."
"Already learned something, haven't you?" he teased as he began rubbing her clitoris. Martha could only nod and gasp as she felt her pussy grow wetter. Good, she thought, noting that the only vacant beach towel was the nearest, I'll be able to watch everything that goes on!
Still, it would be a while before she and Jack actually got down to fucking, just as the others would indulge in foreplay. She squeezed his cock, which had been stiffening and stretching out to full erectness as she'd held it.
As she slid her hand up and down around the thick barrel of his cock, Martha looked Jack squarely in the eyes, then leaned forward as she pursed her lips, inviting him to kiss her. He ran a hand around her and pulled her closer as his mouth met hers and he started nibbling at her lower lip. It was a new sensation for the inexperienced girl and she clung to him as he chewed lightly on her mouth.
One of his hands was on her tits and the other, behind her, was crawling over the jaunty curve of her ass, then easing itself between her parted thighs. Martha snorted as she felt him commence to explore her pussy from underneath and her hand stroked faster and more suggestively around his cock.
Behind her, one of the girls cried out in passion. I wish I could see what's going on, Martha thought as her trim hips began to undulate. Jack, apparently, sensed her desire, for he pulled his mouth from her, took her waist in both hands and began twisting, urging her to turn her back to him. She kissed him once more in gratitude, then made a half circle and stared at the other couples as Jack pulled her back to him and resumed his exploration of his body.
To her left, her father was licking and sucking on Brenda's big tits as she ran her hands over his torso and upper thighs. The chubby redhead's eyes were tightly closed and her legs were scissoring together even though she wasn't being touched anywhere but on her tits. The truth was that Brenda could come if her big tits were played with long enough, or skillfully enough. From the way Louis Tyler was treating her tits, she thought he might be one of the people who could be skillful enough to bring her off just by working on her tits. At the moment he was nibbling at the pliant mounds, biting the inner surfaces while his hands squeezed and kneaded the outer surfaces and his thumbs rubbed across the hard nipples. She reached under Louis' crouching body and grasped his stiff cock, her nails scratching lightly at the underside. It doesn't feel any different than any other cock I've ever held, she told herself.
On the next towel, Deni was still sitting in Sam's lap, but she was lying back partially and he was licking at the jaunty mounds of her breasts. She had one hand flung out behind her to support herself, and the other was busy caressing Sam's hard cock. He had one arm around her, aiding her in staying in the air and the other was rooting in her open cunt, teasing her by stopping on its upward journey just before it reached her swelling clit.
Swinging her eyes to the right again, Martha saw that Ben was kneeling before Laurie and that the girl's legs were draped over his shoulders while his head was bent forward. Oohhhhhh, he's eating her and she's not doing a thing to him, Martha thought. She noted that Laurie was squeezing her own tits harshly, twisting pert mounds almost savagely as she moaned under the expert tongue that was laving her swelling pussy lips.
Alex was standing before Karen, who was on her knees before him, her mouth working on his spindlely legs with her hands slowly caressing his cock. From the way he had his fingers tangled in the sensual blonde's hair, Martha sensed he was trying to get her to take his cock in her mouth. Karen didn't seem ready to start sucking his cock, however, for she was scooping his hairy balls forward and tonguing them lewdly as she jiggled them in her delicate hand.
Behind Martha, Jack was whispering in her ear: "You ever gone down on a guy?" His hands were roaming over her body, not pausing anywhere, slithering from her pert tits to the top of her thighs, slipping up and down the crack of her pussy or over her flat belly. Her ass was grinding against the heated bar of his cock and she had one hand behind herself to caress his head with. The other was at his hip, stroking the hollow where his thigh joined his torso.
"Just a little bit," she answered. "I'm looking forward to the first time I do it long enough for the guy to cum in my mouth."
"Good girl," he chuckled approvingly, his fingers spreading her pussy open and one thumb brushing her clit while the other probed the entrance to her vaginal passage.
Louis had managed to squeeze Brenda's tits together in a way that put the nipples close to each other, then he had taken both of the turreted buds in his mouth. As he sucked greedily on both nipples at once, he commenced massaging the chubby redhead's wet cunt and she ground her generous ass into the ground and sighed with pleasure. Suddenly it no longer mattered that he was of a different race than she; if he kept up what he was doing and made her cum from his labial attention to her tits, he could ride his cock between them and she'd mouth the head of his cock until he wanted to fuck her mouth fully, which she would also allow.
After all, Brenda told herself, he did choose me. He could have had Deni or Karen, but he chose me. That was the way the second round had been set up: Louis was to pick who he wanted and her partner was to get Martha, with Ben taking over with Laurie and the other two men trading girls for their second sex-bout.
Louis released his hold on her tits and let them spring apart but he kept his mouth firmly set on one, then started drawing as much of the resilient mound into his mouth as she could. At the same time, he started squeezing her other puffy nipple as he rolled it about on the large mound it surmounted. Brenda squeezed her thick thighs together, keeping his hand from moving more than a tiny bit on her cunt. She didn't need to be fingers, and the touch on her pussy was distracting her from the feelings emanating from her heaving tits. A little more loving of them and Louis would crumble her cookies good.
Keeping his arms tight around Martha, Jack worked his way back until he was seated firmly on the tale. The girl was on her tiptoes but she quickly rearranged herself so she was seated on his lap, with his cock bent under her, the meaty shaft rubbing between the lips of her cunt at the bottom of it. He was squeezing both of her tits at that moment and his tongue was licking at her ear.
Deni had her forearms and her feet solidly on the ground and her body arched into the air as Sam drew his legs from under her. He was using his arms to keep her in the air and his mouth was working across her belly towards the thicket of black hair that covered her mons veneris. "Sammmmmmm," Deni moaned, "let me down and get over me; I haven't sucked your cock in a long time."
The baldheaded little restaurateur complied, swinging his leg across the undulating body of the most experienced of the five girls-although only Deni's extra-group activities made her more experienced than the others. And it could be argued that the period when Sam and Laurie had been into picking up girls of threesomes made Laurie as experienced as Deni-and pushed her thighs back alongside her writhing body as she commenced to suck eagerly at the bulbous head of his cock.
Of all the girls, Deni was the only one who didn't mind being on the bottom in a sixty-nine; the other girls liked to feel they had some control over how much cock they took in their mouths, even though they were all accomplished deep-throaters.
"Put your hands on my legs and push yourself up as high as you can go," Jack whispered to Martha. Bewilderedly, the girl complied, taking her attention from Sam and Deni to do so. Once she had pushed herself up, she understood why he had had her do so; his cock lifted and the spongy head lodged against the entrance of her twat. "EEEEEEEEE!" she squealed as she began to lower herself and the cock started easing its way into her hot, wet vagina. Jack lowered one hand to her cunt and commenced to strum her erect clitoris as she humped downward, her tight twat spreading slowly around the massive cock she was impaling herself on. As she fucked herself onto his cock, Martha could watch the others and get fucked at the same time.
Jesus! Ohhhhh, sweet Jesus! Martha thought as she wriggled her cunt down farther over the massive cock. Jack was caressing her jaunty tits with one hand and strumming her clit with the other and she was rubbing her trim little ass into his loins as she went lower and lower over his cock, thrilling as it poled higher into the hungry maw of her snatch. "Oooooooooooooh," she hissed in delight as she returned her attention to the others.
Ben was still holding Laurie's hips high in the air and his mouth was still working between her legs as far as Martha could tell. Laurie was kicking her feet about and squeezing her tits savagely as her head lolled back and forth on the beach towel. Her face was contorted with pleasure as a result of what Ben was doing.
"Bennnnnnn," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhhh! Don't you want to put your cock in my ass now? You've made me cum with your tongue there."
Immediately, he lowered her writhing body to the beach towel and pushed her legs back over her body as he moved to cover it with his own, the bulbous head of his cock pressing into the deep crack of her ass. Laurie caught his face in her hands and pressed her mouth to his, her tongue shooting forward to explore the familiar interior of his mouth as she started pressing the blunt head of his cock at the tiny puckered opening of her anus.
"Oooooooh," Martha squealed. "He's not really going to fuck her in the ass, is he?"
"Yep," Jack answered, his fingers still squeezing her tit and massaging her swollen clitoris. "All of us have fucked all the girls in the ass at one time or another. Karen can cum from being fucked in the butt without having her pussy played with," he added proudly.
Jesus, Martha thought as she rocked and wiggled her hips about over his massive cock, in the ass. When did you start doing it to them?" she asked.
"Karen got it her the night I caught her and Ben screwing," Jack answered. Oh my God, Martha thought, since she was twelve! She shuddered. "What's the matter?" Jack teased as he tugged on her throbbing nipple. "The idea getting to you?"
Martha wasn't sure. On one hand she thought having a cock poked into the narrow opening of her asshole would hurt like the devil, but on the other hand the fact Laurie had asked for cock up her ass indicated it was an enjoyable experience. "I never even thought of it," she explained, although that wasn't really true; she had read about anal intercourse. However, she had always assumed it was something like sex between women and dogs, a thing that had been dreamed up by the writers of porno books out of their imagination but not something real people did.
Learning that Karen could actually climax from being fucked in the ass made her look at the girl. Karen's face was buried in Alex's loins and Martha could see her cheeks hollow as she sucked on his cock. Alex was bending over her, his hands on Karen's bent back and he was crooning sensually to her as she worked her mouth back and forth over his cock.
As Martha watched, Karen backed her head completely off of the stiff rod. "Lie down," she instructed Alex. "I want to sit on your face awhile." To Martha's surprise, Alex stretched out and allowed Karen to squat over his head, her blonde-fringed cunt coming down over his mouth. He reached up and cupped her taut ass cheeks, pulling her down closer to him as he commenced licking at her heated pussy.
At the other end of the line of towels, Brenda was gasping in delight as Louis' mouthing of her tits combined with his sensual massaging of her cunt made her cum. His ass lifted into the air and quivered violently as she keened a cry of ecstasy.
When Louis started to swing over her body as it collapsed, she surprised him by swinging her thighs together. "Si ... sit on my belly," she gasped. "Fuck me between the tits."
He dropped his eyes to the generous mounds and smiled as she straddled her and rested his cock in the deep trough between the large mounds. As hot as his cock was, her tits felt hotter as she pushed them toward each other and smothered his cockshaft in soft flesh. "Fuck me now," she murmured, her tongue flicking out of her mouth toward the end of his cock. Louis smiled and began hunching forward and back. Each time his cock rode up her writhing body, she slashed her tongue around the sensitive head.
Martha's eyes widened at the sight of her father working his big cock between the girl's tits. It was something she knew she would never experience, for her tits weren't big enough. Then Jack lifted his hand from her cunt and caught her free tit with it then pushed the boobs together. To her delight, Martha realized she could be fucked between the tits after all.
With his hands on both of her tits and his cock buried in her twat, Martha found she didn't miss the stimulation he had been giving her clit. She continued to grind her ass against his belly and thighs as she whispered: "Keep your hands on my tits for a while, please." The tightening of his fingers on the conical mounds told her he would comply with her request. Smiling, she reached down and cupped his balls with one hand as she rose and fell over his throbbing cock.
Sam and Deni were curled tightly to each other, with one of her strong legs hooked across his shoulders, pressing his face into her cunt. Even ten feet or more away from them, Martha was aware of the slurping sounds made by his sucking of her pussy. She watched his skinny buttocks rise and fall as she slid his cock in and out of Deni's mouth. She was digging her fingers into the slabs of muscles of his buttocks and gurgling around the solid bar of his cock. Sam had a couple of fingers pushed into her asshole and was sawing them back and forth, scissoring them when they were as buried in her butt as they could be, then drawing them slowly out to jam them back in again as hard as she could.
Ben had Laurie's legs bent back over her body so her heels were hooked over his shoulders and he was screwing her steadily, lifting his rump as he drew his massive cock out of her tight asshole, then pushing it slowly back in and grinding his loins to her upturned pussy. "Aaaaggghhh! Aaaggghhh!" Laurie grunted as the big cock worked its way in and out of her tight anal opening. Karen was grinding her pussy against Alex's face as he ran his tongue in and out of her twat. Suddenly she cried out with pleasure: "HOOOAAAHHH!"
Lifting herself a little, she scooted backwards over Alex's body, one of her hands reaching under her undulating hips to grab his stiff cock. As soon as the bulbous head of it touched her swampy cunt, she steered it to the dilated opening of her vagina and thrust down hard over it, absorbing all of the thick cock into her pussy with one shove.
Louis had the head and a couple of inches of the shaft of his cock buried in Brenda's greedy mouth, and she was sucking lewdly on it as she kept her generous tits wrapped around the rest of the shaft. Her cheeks were hollowing as she tongued the underside of the throbbing prick. He was rubbing and squeezing her nipples as he rocked easily back and forth above her writhing body.
Martha's pussy made squishy sounds as she raised and lowered it faster and faster over the impaling spear of Jack's immense cock. Her guts felt like they were on fire and she knew she was going to cum any moment. Jack's breath was hot on the side of her neck and he was licking at her ear as he twisted and squeezed her tits while she rocked her hips back and forth as she rose and fell over him. It hadn't taken her long to discover the best movements to give her pleasure, and she concluded by the way Jack was acting that he was enjoying what she was doing.
Without warning, she felt his cock swell and begin spurting hot gobs of jism into her twat. "AAAAAHHHHH!" she screamed as she commenced cumming herself.
Her father was moaning and holding Brenda's head as far over his cock as he could get it while he spurted his jism into her hotly sucking mouth. It doesn't taste any different than other cum, Brenda thought as she swallowed greedily and sucked for more.
The others were all cumming, too; Ben was squirting his hot cum into Laurie's ass and her juices were coating his balls. Sam and Deni were sucking each other's cum lewdly and Karen was pouring fluids from her twat as Alex shot his load into her.
None of them moved for several minutes after they had finished cumming. Then Sam rolled off of Deni and lay on his back, gasping air into his lungs.
That was the general signal for all of them to break apart. Louis toppled to one side of Brenda and cradled the chubby redhead against his heaving chest; Ben pulled his cock from Laurie's ass and rolled off of her and Karen let herself collapse face down on the beach towel, one of her legs still across Alex's body. Only Martha and Jack stayed as they had been and that was because she was so overcome by her climax that she could hardly move. Indeed, if Jack hadn't been holding her, she would have fallen forward without being able to stop herself.
Deni was the first to break the silence that had fallen once the shrill cries of orgasm had died away. Unsteadily, she rose to her feet. "I'm gonna get one last swim in," she announced. "Anybody want to join me?"
"I will," Karen murmured as she pushed herself up and got to her feet. Martha managed to disengage her body from Jack's and staggered towards the other two as they started down the hill. A moment or so later they were joined by Laurie and Brenda.
The cool water revived the girls and Martha was hoping she would get fucked again, but it was drawing close to dusk and the others started gathering the things they'd brought in preparation for the return trip to McGiven's Corner.
Martha saw that the other girls were all dressing in something other than their bathing suits, so she slipped into her jeans and sweatshirt, stuffing the dry bikini into her bag.
Jack and Karen were talking quietly and then Karen raised her voice: "Hey, everybody, you-all come to our place Wednesday for a party."
"Party or orgy?" Laurie asked, teasing.
"Is there any difference in this crowd?" Ben retorted.
"I hope not," Laurie confessed.
Everyone laughed and they all started up the hill towards the spot where they had left the cars.
Once at the clearing where they had all parked, the girls moved around, kissing all the men good-bye. Martha accepted Sam's tongue gladly and then moved to Alex, who slipped his hand under her sweatshirt and caressed her tits a minute as he drew her hot tongue into his mouth. "I'm gonna count the minutes 'til Wednesday," he whispered. "You and I have things to do to each other."
What followed was another ritual, and the first thing that had happened that day that alarmed Martha; the girls all kissed each other. When Karen put her tongue in Martha's mouth, the taller girl almost pushed her away, but she saw Deni and Laurie were kissing with their tongues, so she accepted it and discovered that it was enjoyable kissing another girl in a sexy manner. By the time she had finished kissing all the girls, she was almost ready to ask somebody to fuck her right there.
However, she climbed into the car with her father and they headed down the rutted trail, since they had been closest to the road. Horns beeped and headlights flicked on an off as the five father-daughter couples took their leaves of each other.
Chapter Ten
When they reached the macadam road, Louis looked over at his daughter. "Shall we go on home or would you like to run over to Gettysburg for supper?" he asked.
"Oh, Daddy, let's go to Gettysburg," Martha exclaimed. "I really want to be alone with you for a while."
"Okay," he agreed, turning in the correct direction and accelerating. There was a restaurant in Gettysburg where they were known and where her attire wouldn't be a problem since the place was owned by a guy who had been a classmate of her father's at college.
"Did you have a good time?" Louis asked as they drove through the gathering dusk.
"Mmmmmmmm, yes," Martha answered. "How about you?"
"I have no regrets about coming out here," he answered slowly. "In fact, the only thing that bothered me about the whole idea was how you would react. I was afraid you'd think it was disgusting or something."
"Why?" Martha challenged. "Because everybody was fucking or sucking? Hell, Daddy, I may not be experienced, but I'm not dumb. I knew about everything that I saw. The only thing that surprised me was that all those men had been screwing their daughters for so long and nobody knew about it. But, I guess it's not the sort of thing anybody would talk about, not unless they were awfully sure whoever they talked to wouldn't repeat it."
She was silent for a moment, then asked suddenly, "How did we happen to get asked out there? I mean, do they think you and I ...?"
"No, nothing like that," Louis was quick to assure her. "But I did tell Ben that you were acting like you wanted to ... with me, I mean. When he told me about what was going on, I almost shit in my pants. I had the idea that he and Karen were doing a thing and it was going to be the four of us, with Ben taking you off and Karen putting out for me.
"I guess I was as surprised as you were to see all the rest of them there."
"I was sure surprised," Martha agreed. Again there was a moment of silence. Then she asked: "Are we going to become full members of the group?"
"I caught that reference," he admitted, "but I don't know exactly what they mean."
"They mean people who've had sex that're related," Martha told him.
"You're kidding." Louis answered. "You are kidding, aren't you?"
"Not at all," the teenager replied. Then she told him what Ben had told her about the group and its origins. "You were the only man there who hasn't had every kind of sex there is with your own daughter."
"I will be damned," Louis exclaimed. "For six years! I'd never have expected it. I don't think I would've believed it if somebody had suggested it."
"They've been very careful," Martha said. "Everybody goes and leaves a different way, so nobody notices a lot of traffic to Sam's place up here. And they're real careful about getting together in town."
"I should hope so," Louis exclaimed. "The laws against fornication may not be enforced regularly but they'd throw the book at anybody they caught having sex under those circumstances."
"Do you really think so?" Martha asked. "Or would they just hush it all up, considering who the people are and all. I mean, Mister Bolton, the prosecutor, used to play football with you and the rest of them."
"I really don't know what Toby Bolton would do," Louis replied. "He might think a scandal like that would be a good thing politically, get a lot of free publicity. You know how a lot of the farmers in this area are, they'd be incensed if they thought anybody was getting away with something and they'd sure vote against whoever let somebody get off."
They were close to Gettysburg before Martha spoke again. "Are we going to be full members?" she repeated.
Her father looked at her for a long moment, then answered: "I don't know yet."
The next day, Martha dressed in a pair of shorts that actually covered part of her thighs and a T-shirt that belonged to her brother; she also wore a bra for the first time in months. Her father's eyebrows went up as she walked into the kitchen, but he didn't say anything until late that evening. "You know," he confessed, "I might have bitched about how little you've been wearing lately, but I find now that I was enjoying seeing you almost naked."
They were in the barn, having finished checking on a bitch who had whelped just before supper. Martha looked at him and said in a husky voice: "You can see me naked any time you want, Daddy. You can do more than look at me, too."
"I know," he answered. "But, is it because the other girls have sex with their fathers?"
"Shit no," Martha replied. "I wanted to fuck you long before I found out about them. And getting fucked yesterday only cured my physical desire. I could've been had by all four of the men we were with and still spread my legs for you." Suddenly she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly to her willowy form. "Daddy, it's you I really want. I'll let Ben and Jack and the rest of them have any way they want, but I'll always be wishing it was you doing whatever was being done to me."
Louis was silent for a moment, his hands at his sides clenching tightly. Martha sensed he was still trying to make up his mind about whether to have sex with her. Boldly, she decided to help him decide and to try to influence his decision toward the source she wanted their lives to follow; she reached down and pressed her hand against his crotch. He flinched but didn't move away from her as she rubbed her hand against this soft cock until it started to stiffen. "Ohhhh, Daddy," she breathed against his face as she reached for the zipper of his trousers and drew it down, then slipped her hand inside his clothing to wrap her slim fingers around the thick bar of his cock. "If ... if you don't want to fuck me, please let me suck it for you?"
His resolve broke then and he pulled her even tighter to him as his mouth claimed hers. His hands roamed feverishly over her slender back and trim haunches, cupping and kneading the half-moons of her ass, then caressing all the way up to her shoulders. She wriggled and squirmed against him, her hand sliding warmly up and down the shaft of his cock as her tits rubbed against his chest. Their tongues danced against one another's hungrily and she dragged her nails down the back of his neck as her legs felt as if they were going to turn watery.
Jesus! Ohhhhhhhh sweet Jesus! I'm cumming! Martha thought. She sagged against her father she felt the hot fluids puddling in the crotch of her panties. "Are you alright, baby?" her father asked anxiously.
"Unnnnnnhhhhhhh," she moaned as she shuddered harder for a moment. As she started to recover, she found that she had been squeezing her father's big cock as hard as she could. "Oh, did I hurt it?" she asked fearfully.
He smiled at her. "Nothing that a kiss wouldn't make well, baby," he assured her, as he gazed down on her pert face. "I guess you have had the hots for your dad, if just kissing me could set you off that way."
"I almost feel embarrassed," Martha murmured. She didn't need to hold onto him for support now and she started to drop to her knees before him, intent on sucking his cock, which she was still caressing.
He caught her by the arms, the heels of his hands brushing against her jaunty tits as he pulled her to her feet. "Not here," he whispered hoarsely.
Her heart lurched. He's going to fuck me! She thought exaltedly. Ohhhhhhhh, my Daddy's going to fuck me. "Wait 'til everybody's asleep, then come to my room," he said. Since he and his wife had stopped having sex, he had been sleeping in a first floor bedroom, while the rest of the family slept on the second floor. Martha hated the idea of waiting, even if only for a couple of more hours, but she agreed.
There was a dim light in her father's bedroom when Martha slipped into it an hour or so after everyone had gone to bed. She had tiptoed to the door of her brother's room and heard him snoring, and she knew it was almost impossible to wake her sister in the morning, much less the middle of the night. Her mother took sleeping pills and would be out for hours, so she was positive there was no chance of her being surprised in bed with her father.
"That's a pretty gown, baby," he said as he looked at the diaphanous cloth that billowed around her slender body, obscuring it but slightly.
"You gave it to me for Christmas last year," she reminded him.
"I must confess," he said with mock solomness, "that you mother does all my Christmas shopping for me. It saves me remembering clothes sizes and gives her a reason to get out of the house."
He had been sitting up in bed, smoking a small cigar, with the sheet drawn up to his waist. Now he kicked the sheet away to reveal that he was naked under it. Martha quickly undid the string at the top of the gown and let it fall to a pile at her feet. As naked as he, she stood before him, letting him run his eyes over her. Slowly, she turned in a circle to let him see every inch of her willowy body. "Beautiful," he breathed as he stubbed out his cigar and held out his arms to her.
"Do you really think so?" she whispered as she slipped into his bed and his embrace. "Nobody else does."
"Never, Daddy," she promised. "Never. I'll always be your girl." He kissed her at that point and she pressed herself to him lewdly, rubbing her nakedness against his as her hand sought his cock. She wrapped her slim fingers around it and commenced to stroke the rapidly thickening and lengthening bar. His tongue probed the inside of her mouth and one of his hands kneaded the taut flesh of her ass as the other fitted itself to one of her pert tits. All Martha did was move her hand faster on his stiffening cock.
"God," he moaned as he buried his mouth against the hollow at the base of her throat, "I've wanted this for so long."
"Why didn't you say something?" Martha replied. "I would've let you fuck me years ago if you'd asked."
"I didn't know that," he murmured as his lips started tracing the curve of one of her tits while his hand squeezed and massaged the other. Both tits started to swell immediately and Martha let a sigh of contentment escape from her throat as her father's hot tongue slithered over the conical mound. His other hand was exploring the contours of her ass, delving into the deep crack between the firm cheeks or kneading the taut buttocks themselves.
She caressed his cock as his lips seized on one of her nipples and drew it into the heat of his mouth. As he masticated the elongated bud, he rolled the other nipple about between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it enough to send a shiver running through her trembling body. She closed her thighs around one of his and rubbed her rapidly dampening young pussy against the hairy thigh as he squeezed and stroked her tit and her buttocks.
Martha hugged his head to her tits as he continued to suck hungrily at one and caress the other. Her hand was no longer sliding up and down around his cock, now she was caressing his tightly sacked balls and the funny ridge she discovered behind them. Daringly, she let her fingers wander farther back on her father's body, until she was caressing the crack of his ass as lewdly as he was exploring her rear cleavage.
Suddenly, he rolled her flat onto her back, bringing his hand out from under her as he did so. He immediately began to rub her cunt, spreading the swollen pussy lips and massaging the depths of her cuntal furrow with his fingertips as she thrust her ass high into the air in delight at the intimate touch. "Daddy!" she whimpered, "Ohhhh, Daddy, I love you so much."
His mouth lifted from her tit and claimed hers once more but it was her tongue that shot forward to explore the unfamiliar interior of a mouth. Her father tasted of tobacco and the shot of rye whiskey he always had before going to bed, and Martha thought it was the most exciting thing she had ever tasted as she worked her tongue around in his mouth.
He was massaging her cunt greedily, all of his fingers working in it, smearing the juices along the heated crevice of her snatch as she wove tight little circles with her ass and her open thighs trembled.
"Goddddddd," he sighed, "I'm as eager as a kid on his first date. You'd better not play with me much more or I'll cum on your belly."
"Could ... could I make you do it with my mouth?" Martha pleaded.
"Do you really want to?" he asked, a slight bit of amazement in his voice.
"I want to do everything with you," she replied. "Jack said all the other girls get fucked in the ass even. I want you to teach me about that and about getting my pussy licked and ... Ohhh Daddy, I just want you to love me." She wrenched herself free from his arms and, before he could stop her, she had twisted about on the bed and stuffed the bulbous head of his cock in her mouth.
Down, down, down her mouth went, until she gagged at the depth his cock reached. She hoped he hadn't noticed it, but she didn't remove his cock from her mouth, just backed off of it a little and started sucking. "Use your tongue against it, baby," her father whispered as the almost searing heat of her innocent mouth on his cock removed any scruples he might have had that would've led him to stop her. She wants to do it, he told himself. I won't deny her pleasure. If we keep meeting the others, she'll be sucking cock anyway, so she might as well learn on mine.
Martha curled her tongue around the shaft of his cock and licked steadily at it as her head bobbed up and down over the pulsating rod. Her cheeks hollowed, returned to normal and hollowed again as she sucked at the stiff flesh. Jesus, she thought happily, I'm finally sucking Daddy's beautiful cock.
His hands tugged at her body and she spread her legs to allow him access to her swollen-lipped pussy. Two of his fingers drove into her tight vagina and she shuddered harder as he started to saw them back and forth. His thumb was pressing against the tiny opening of her asshole and she gurgled around his cock as she mumbled: "Put your thumb in me, too."
It took him a second or so to realize what she was asking. Then he sank the heavy digit into his daughter's rectum, feeling her quiver with increased delight. God, he asked himself, why didn't I take her when she first started offering herself? If I'd have any sense, I could've been screwing her for months now.
Her mouth was untutored but still effective. "I ... I'm gonna cum, baby," he gasped, trying to lift her mouth from his cock. The wanton girl wrapped her arms tighter around him and sucked even harder on his throbbing cock. Okay, he thought, If you want it, you can have it. Then he started spurting his thick, salty jism into her lewdly sucking mouth, hot thick bolts of creamy delight laving his daughter's moving tongue.
With her lips squeezing his cockshaft, she let her cheeks bloat in an effort to contain the hot load he was shooting into her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, but he shot off faster than her throat could work and her mouth stayed full of his cum for a short time after the last spurt erupted from the tiny hole in the end of his cock.
Louis was a relatively unsophisticated man, despite his being a college graduate. This was only the fifth time he had had his cock sucked, and the first two times had been with prostitutes in the first year after his wife had stopped having sex with him. The very idea that the daughters of his friends would let him cum in their mouths had been enough to ensure his interest in the group and now the discovery that his own daughter would do the same erased any hesitation he might have had about allowing her to join. Shit, he thought, she's old enough to know what she wants; who am I to stop her from getting it?
He pulled her up and kissed her on the mouth, his tongue dipping into the cavern of her mouth. When Laurie had kissed him after sucking him off, he had been reluctant at first, but had soon discovered there was nothing unpleasant about kissing a mouth that had just been filled with jism. Now he worked his tongue lasciviously in Martha's mouth as he rolled her onto her back and came up on his knees between her spread thighs.
One of his hands returned to her firm tits, the other massaged her swollen heated pussy again. "Ohhhh," she sighed as his mouth traveled down her body and roamed across the taut rise of her tits, then ventured lower onto her flat belly. The aroma of her aroused cunt reached his nose and he sniffed deeply as he nipped at her stomach.
When his tongue reached the coarse hairs of her pubes, he did something he had done only once before in his life, he slid it into the wet heat of an aroused cunt. His wife had refused his attempts at oral sex, and he had never considered going down on women he was paying to screw him; thus Laurie's had been the first cunt he'd ever eaten.
All of the wonder he had discovered while eating Laurie was present in a stronger form as he nuzzled his face between his own daughter's sleek thighs. Martha moaned and tilted her pelvis to bring more of her cunt to his mouth and he slid his tongue up and down the sizzling flesh of her pussy as she slipped his hands under her squirming ass and raised her hips into the air to make her whole cunt accessible to his ravishing mouth.
His lips, tongue and teeth worked against his daughter's pussy until she tangled her fingers in his hair and forced his hungry mouth even tighter to her cunt. He could feel the hot juices oozing out of her twat and sucked lewdly at them, swirling the thin fluid around in his mouth. Eagerly, he thrust his tongue into her twat and licked at the soft wall as he pushed a finger into her butt. All she did was moan a little louder and hunch her pussy harder into his face.
"Now," she groaned suddenly, as she planted her feet against the bed and arched her hips higher. "Ohhhhhh, Daddy, fuck me; fuuccckkk meeeeeeeee!"
He levered himself over her, his mouth sealing hers to prevent any more cries from issuing from her corded throat. As his tongue drove into her mouth, he slammed his bloated cock deep into her heated wetly clasping pussy. Dammmmmnnnnnn, he thought as the bulbous head of his cock spread the tight passage of her cunt.
Martha kicked her feet high into the air, allowing him to sink his massive cock deeper into her anxious cunt. As she felt the swollen rod pressing farther and deeper into her heated pussy she wiggled her ass about licentiously, adding to the pleasure they were feeling.
She waved her feet about in the air and wiggled her trim ass violently as his cock hammered into her and his loins ground upon hers. Ohhhhhh, Jesus, she thought, Jesus, he's just as good as I thought he'd be. She heaved her pussy up to meet his cock each time it descended and her arms hugged him tightly to her heaving tits as she sucked lewdly on his tongue. Her cunt made squishy sounds each time he rammed his massive cock into it but the obscene noises only served to spur her desire to greater heights. Daddy! she thought. Ohhhhh, Daddy, you're finally fucking me. I've wanted you to for so long and now you're doing it. Its sooooo goooooddddd, Daddy, I just love your big cock plowing into me.
It took only half a dozen strokes to bring her off again and Louis snorted as he felt her twat contracting around his swollen cock. His balls slapped the crack of her ass each time he rammed his massive cock to the hilt in her pussy. He tightened the muscles of his ass and made his cock jump inside of her tight twat as her juices flowed out around it and coated his balls with the warmth. "Don't stop, Daddy," Martha moaned against their kiss. "Please, don't stop."
"I won't," he assured her, not breaking the union of their lips. His hips rose and fell effortlessly, his cock riding easily through the drenched tunnel of her twat. His dock had never felt as big nor as hard as it did now that it was hilted in his daughter's tight little pussy and Louis knew he would cum again, maybe twice, before he was finished with her for the night.
He reached a hand beneath her and started frigging her asshole as she stroked his massive cock in and out of her pussy. Martha arched her hips up from the bed and her buttocks quivered hard as the finger and the cock rode in and out of her at the same tempo. His tongue was also working back and forth from his mouth to hers, duplicating the in and out motion of his cock and finger.
Before long, he was jetting his cum into her and it mingled with her own abundant juices then flowed out of her twat and down the crack of her ass. A puddle of sexual fluids formed beneath her but she didn't even notice. All that mattered to the lust driven girl was that her sweet Daddy was finally screwing her good.
"More," she moaned against his mouth. "Give me mooorrreee!"
He did.
When he finally eased his cock from her, Martha had been so well screwed that she wasn't even aware of him leaving her embrace.
Chapter Eleven
"Damned fine dinner, Karen," Alex said as he set his plate aside. The five couples were gathered in the back yard of the Halls' and had just finished steaks grilled on the barbecue Jack had recently finished. In addition to the T-bones, they had had fresh corn on the cob and homemade bread as well as a salad. "What's for dessert?" Alex added.
"How about me?" Karen replied, smiling at him. She sensed he had hoped to be first with Martha, but she knew how fast he always came the first time around and wanted to spare the new girl that. Let Martha get used to orgying first, she thought, then our little shortcomings and foibles won't matter as much.
Alex looked disappointed but agreed. "Sure," he said. "You're sweet enough to be dessert." Karen winked at him as she looked around to see if anyone was still eating. No one was, so she rose.
"Come on everybody," she invited. "Let's go downstairs."
"Downstairs?" Deni Lewis exclaimed. "Are you flipping, Karen? There's nothing downstairs at your house or mine that's worth seeing unless you like cobwebs." Both families lived in old houses, and the basements had originally been root cellars in each.
"Come on, Ace," Jack said to Deni, using a nickname he had derived for her. She gave him a funny look but followed the rest into the kitchen and down the stairs to the basement. As she got to the bottom of the stairs she stopped and her eyes widened in surprise.
"How do you like our 'nothing'?" Karen teased her best friend. The basement of the Hall home had been transformed. Where there had once been an earth floor and cinder block walls, there was now a solid floor with thick carpets and walls that gleamed with paint. The rafters were no longer visible, and the lighting was indirect. Hung on the walls were blown-up pictures of the members of the group in various sexual acts. In the center of the room was a king-size water bed and there were large pillows scattered about, as well as a couple of chaise lounges. Karen stepped to one side of the door and flipped a switch and music began to fill the air.
"My God!" Deni breathed. "This is fantastic! When did all of this happen?"
"We've been working on it all winter," Karen revealed, "but we just finished Monday night. Daddy and I've been keeping it a secret until it was ready to use."
Laurie had kicked off her shoes and started walking across the floor. "This damn rug is so thick your toes disappear," she exclaimed.
"I wondered what you were going to do with these blowups," Alex said, stepping forward to inspect one of the prints Karen had had him make.
"Not with your shoes on," Karen squealed. Alex smiled an apology and removed his as the others took their shoes and socks off before venturing into the luxuriously appointed room. The floor gave under their feet and Sam wondered aloud about that. "We put foam rubber under the rug," Karen explained. "I got tired of fucking on a hard floor," she explained offhandedly. "When Daddy and I decided to fix this room up for all of us to party in, we decided to make it as comfortable as we could."
"Made it pretty sexy, too," Sam murmured as he eyed one of the chaises which was covered with fake fur.
"That water bed looks big enough for everybody to get on it at once," Brenda suggested.
"We're planning to see how many it'll hold," Jack assured the chubby redhead. "It's supposed to hold twenty people without developing a leak, but I don't know whether that's active people or just people that're sitting."
"Are we all gonna get on it now?" Martha asked anxiously.
Karen shrugged. "Anybody who wants to use it can," she said. "Where you and Sam end up is up to you."
Sam beamed at the tall girl as he put his hands on her waist. She was four inches taller than he and, mischievously, she kissed his balding head. In retaliation, he pulled his chin down to his chest and nuzzled the mounds of her tits as he snaked his tongue into the cleavage revealed by her shirt being unbuttoned to the third button. At the same time, he slipped his hands around her and cupped her trim buttocks.
As Karen walked toward Alex, she was aware that Deni was moving to Louis' side. "How about it?" Deni asked. "Are we going to screw on the water bed or somewhere else?"
"I think we'll pass on the water bed," he answered. "Until I get to know you, I don't want anything else unfamiliar distracting me. You understand, don't you?" He smiled at her and Deni nodded. That's the kind of man I like, she told herself, somebody who puts first things first. Deni had been fucked on water beds before and knew they could be distracting until one got used to them. Louis lowered himself to an oversized pillow and Deni curled up in his lap, her arms slipping around him as she gave him her mouth.
"Well, I'm gonna screw on the water bed," Jack announced. "Come on, Laurie, let's see how it is." Karen watched as her father and the tall redhead melted into a torrid embrace while Ben and Brenda also moved together.
"Where're we going to fuck?" she asked Alex.
"On your new floor," he suggested and she smiled as she sank to a seated position on the soft, rug-covered floor. Alex dropped to his knees before her, chuckling at the way he had to steady himself as the foam rubber gave.
As hostess, Karen had dressed in a lounging suit. Deni had taken the opportunity to wear a blouse and skirt; Martha and Laurie both had on shirts and slacks, and Brenda was wearing a halter and shorts since she was rarely dressed up.
Alex kissed Karen hungrily, his hands slipping up from her waist to her tits almost immediately. Just before she shut her eyes to lose herself in the headiness of a kiss, Karen saw Sam steering Martha to the fur-covered chaise. Something had told her he would use it, he loved to fuck on the fur rug before the fireplace at his house; he always remained in the living room when the group met at his house, even if the others went off to the bedrooms.
"Oooooooohh," Laurie squealed as Jack toppled her onto the water bed and clambered onto it to drop down beside her. The impact made her roll into his arms and he wrapped them around her as he rolled her onto her back and came to rest atop her. Ben and Brenda were a little less enthusiastic about jumping around but were soon on the yielding surface and kissing hungrily. The chubby redhead liked screwing Ben better than the other men because he always treated her as if she were somebody special rather than just another girl he was fucking, which was how she imagined Jack and Sam regarded her.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Deni sighed from the corner where she and Louis were cavorting on a bean bag pillow. He was licking at the side of her neck and one of his hands was exploring under her skirt, stroking the firmness of her thighs. It had been a long time since someone had caressed her legs without playing with her tits first, but Deni didn't care; she was easily aroused and she knew Louis would get around to her tits before he fucked her. As his tongue entered her ear, she pulled his shirt free and slipped her hands under it to massage his chest.
Karen's arms and back weren't covered by her outfit, which was modeled on a coverall principle, with a strap around her neck to keep the front in place. Alex was already untying that strap and Karen shifted to allow him to lower the top of her outfit and bare her tits to his fingers. He started tracing the jaunty curves with his fingertips as he sawed his tongue in and out of her mouth and she set about unfastening the buttons on his shirt. It's been a long time since I undressed somebody who was stripping me, she thought as she nimbly undid the buttons of Alex's shirt. It's sort of sexy and I wish it happened more often. It was only because they'd eaten outside. Usually, when they got together in someone's house, everybody stripped right away, even before they chose partners.
As soon as she got his shirt unbuttoned, she eased one sleeve down his arm. He lifted his hand from her tit and aided her in getting it free of the shirt, then worked the other hand free by himself. Karen ducked her head and seized on one of his tiny nipples with her teeth, making him moan with passion as she bit and sucked at the hardening nubbin.
He started tugging on her nipples, stretching them to the utmost. As he squeezed the elongated buds, she ran one hand over his flat belly and began unbuckling his belt. In a moment or two she had his trousers open and her fingers were curling around the stiff bar of his cock, rolling it back and forth across his belly as she caressed the heavy shaft.
Alex lifted her head and kissed her again, his tongue flirting with hers until she thrust it into his mouth, where he trapped and sucked on it. His fingers commenced kneading the pliant flesh of her tits, massaging the pert mounds vigorously as she continued stroking his throbbing cock.
I wonder if Louis has discovered Deni doesn't believe in underwear? Karen thought. It must have been obvious to him the brunette hadn't been wearing a bra from the way her tits had moved as she'd walked, but Karen knew her best friend wouldn't be wearing panties, either. The only time Deni would wear anything under her clothes was when it was cold out and then she tended to don long Johns or pantyhose.
Louis was just making that discovery. He had been caressing Deni's thighs as they had kissed and his hand had gradually worked its way up to the base of her abdomen, where he had encountered the silkiness of her pubic hair. Well, I'll be damned, he thought as he toyed with the curls surmounting the brunette's pussy while she opened his fly and extracted his stiff prick.
Alex shifted and started working his hungry mouth over the pert mounds of Karen's tits. As his tongue laved at the heated hillocks, she opened her eyes and surveyed the room. Brenda's halter had been discarded and she was supporting herself over Jack's supine form as she dangled a heavy tit into his mouth and pumped her hand around the massive cock that rose from his open trousers. Next to them, Ben and Laurie were stripping themselves, the tall redhead's legs sticking straight up as she worked her linen slacks off. Both of them were bare to the waist already.
Karen turned her head and saw that Sam's shirt was off and that he was easing Martha's blouse down her arms as he sucked greedily at one of her tits. To Karen's surprise, the mulatto girl was squeezing her other tit herself as she caressed the back of Sam's neck. I'll bet that's turning him on like crazy, Karen thought. She had been Sam's slave once, and all he had wanted her to do was masturbate before him. Karen had thought it was kinky, but she had done so, even to using a dildo in herself as he watched. He had finally jerked off as she'd driven the plastic cock into herself and his cum had splattered all over her tits.
As Martha's blouse dropped to the floor, Sam started removing his trousers. The brown-skinned girl reached for the waistband of her own slacks, but before she could start removing them, Sam caught her hands and stopped her. "I'll do it," he whispered, and she allowed him to return one of her hands to a saucy tit and the other to his back. It didn't matter to Martha who took her slacks off; she knew they would be removed and she'd get screwed, so she could wait if that was how Sam wanted it.
Karen let her head roll back the other way. Her father was working Brenda's shorts down her thick thighs and she was undoing his trousers as she shifted and fed a large tit to him. Ben had grabbed Laurie's ankles and was holding them together as he kissed the soles of her feet, which was making the tall redhead quiver and squeal with delight. Laurie claimed she'd found a couple of other Gemini women and that their feet were as sensitive as hers and Karen knew-as did the others in the group-that the redhead could cum if her feet were licked and kissed long enough.
"Woooooooo," Deni squealed as Louis thrust two fingers into her vaginal passage and started scissoring them against the slick, hot walls. Her ass bounced up and down on the bean bag and she pumped her fisted hand faster around his cock. God, he's hung! she thought as she wormed her fingers into Louis' trousers and began rubbing his tightly-sacked balls. He still hadn't touched her tits with anything but his chest.
Suddenly, he withdrew his hands from her body and commenced tearing at his clothes. Deni shoved her skirt off and began unbuttoning her blouse. Before she could get it off her arms, he was naked and drawing her to him, one of his arms circling her body as the other hand started circling the twin projectiles of her tits. His mouth claimed hers and she shuddered as she felt the bulbous head of his cock push between the already puffy lips of her cunt.
Alex had all of one of Karen's tits in his mouth and was sucking lustily at the compact mound. At times Karen was sorry her tits weren't bigger, but she always remembered Ben had said more than a mouthful was surplus and she had enough to fill the mouth of anyone who wanted to suck her tits. And when they were being sucked, she felt sorry for girls like Brenda who couldn't know what it was like to have their entire tit submerged in a hotly sucking mouth.
He started pushing at her one-piece outfit and Karen raised her ass into the air and used a hand to assist him in ridding her of it. I wonder if he's disappointed that I still have panties on? she asked herself as she doubled her legs back and allowed Alex to get her lounging suit over her feet. If he was, he gave no sign and as soon as the coverall was removed, he slipped his hand under the bikini panties and began stroking the heated slit of her pussy. Karen opened his trouser and worked them down as far as she could and Alex squirmed out of them, then reached a hand down to strip his sock off.
She arched her ass into the air again, inviting him to rid her of the last garment she wore. To her delight, Alex swung between her legs and doubled them over her body as he worked the tiny panties off and his mouth moved across her belly as he bared her cunt. He kept her thighs pressed to her writhing torso as his hot mouth moved between the quivering legs and his tongue began to flail at her erect and throbbing clit. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pressed his hungry mouth closer to her cunt as she watched Ben throw Laurie's legs apart and drop upon her.
"HHHIIIEEE!" Laurie cried and Karen knew Ben had drilled his big cock all the way into her with an initial penetration. She opened her eyes wider as Laurie wrapped her long legs around her partner and commenced to heave her hungry cunt up to receive his forceful thrusts.
Louis was also moving, but he was maneuvering Deni, too. He rolled her over onto her belly and covered her squirming body with his as his cock slid under her and the head burrowed along her heated cunted. The brunette wriggled her shapely ass against his loins as he reached under her to cup her dangling tits. One of her hands reached down and grabbed his cock, steering it to the dilated opening of her twat. With a groan of delight, she hunched herself backward, pushing her twat around the massive cock until the mushroomy head reached the soft tip of her cervix. Ahhhhhhh!" she sighed as she ground her firm ass into his loins.
Jack was working his trousers and shorts over his feet, but Brenda was too impatient to wait. She swung one of her legs across him and settled herself astride his hips, her hand catching his massive cock and steering it to the oozing hole of her twat. With a lusty sigh the chubby redhead sank her heated cunt over the towering prick. Jack got his clothing off and brought his hands around her body. From the way his arms were arranged, Karen could tell he was working one of his hands against the chubby girl's tits and that the other would be flicking against her swollen clit. Brenda was leaning forward, her hands against the water bed, and her ass rose high each time she lifted it, then slammed down as she impaled herself on the massive cock once again.
Alex wormed one hand under her doubled legs and closed his fingers around the pert mound of a tit, while the other slid down and started caressing the full moons of her ass, the tips exploring the deep crack between the taut cheeks. As his tongue slashed across her clitoris, he began pushing a finger into her asshole, making her shudder with ecstasy.
Her head rolled the other way and she watched as Sam worked Martha's slacks and panties off. The balding restaurateur was nipping at the mulatto's long, finely turned thighs and she was moaning in anticipation. Her clothes came over her feet and Sam urged her to stretch out full length on the chaise then lay next to her, with his feet pointing the opposite direction from hers.
One of Martha's arms went over the curve of Sam's hips and started caressing the back of his thighs as he draped one of her legs over his shoulders and pressed his mouth to her heated, wet pussy.
"Aaaahhhhhhhh!" Sam moaned and Karen knew that Martha had started using her mouth on his cock. She had played sixty-nine with Sam enough to know what Martha was feeling, an eager tongue slithering around her pussy and soft hands caressing the fullness of her ass.
They rolled over, maneuvering carefully so they didn't fall off of the chaise lounge. Once Sam was on his back, Martha let her head drop until all of Sam's cock was in her mouth. Karen saw the mulatto's eyes widen, as if she were surprised to find herself with all of the erect prick in her mouth. She probably was; she had confessed, rather proudly, to the others at supper that she and her father were full members of the group and had recounted the details, including the fact she had sucked her first cock. Although she had wondered aloud about that, since the guy who had taken her cherry had put his cock in her mouth. But, considering how inexperienced she'd been then and how short a time the cock had been in her mouth, everybody agreed it hardly counted.
Karen turned her head and saw Louis staring across the room at the chaise where his daughter was busily sucking the cock of the man who was licking her pussy. He sensed Karen's gaze on him and met her eyes, then winked as he continued poling his big cock into Deni's upturned cunt. Only one of his hands was on the brunette's tits and, although she couldn't see the other, Karen knew it was busy at Deni's cunt, strumming her erect clit as the big cock ran in and out of her pussy. Karen was glad she'd sprayed all the cloth in the room with moisture-proofing; there were going to be cum puddles in several parts of the room before the night was over.
Alex stuck another finger into her asshole and drove his thumb into her twat as he sucked greedily at her swollen clit. She squeezed her tit in time to his squeezing of the other one and rubbed the back of his head as he nuzzled his face against her cunt and brought her closer and closer to hard cum.
Keep it up! she thought. Ohhhhh, make me cum this way, Alex. Make me cum!
Suddenly he seized her swollen clit in his teeth and tugged at it. "HHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Karen screamed, glad they had done the room with acoustic tile, even though there were no other near neighbors but Deni and Ben. She always felt hesitant about giving vocal proof of her cumming at the Wilsons because they did have neighbors.
She was still shuddering through her cum when Alex levered himself over her and sank his cock into her swampy twat. He kept her legs doubled over her body and ground his loins into her hot, puffy-lipped cunt as he professed his mouth to her and thrust his tongue forward. She sucked wantonly on it as he drew back and rammed his cock into her again, grinding his loins to hers once more at the end of the stroke. That's right, she thought, fuck me hard and make me cum again.
Her eyes had closed as she'd started cumming, but she could tell Laurie was getting her cum because she recognized the gurgling sounds that were filling the room. Then she heard Brenda commence a high keening sound and realized the chubby redhead was cumming, too.
A moment later and Deni started uttering cries which signified she was getting her cookies crumbled. Then muffled grunts and moans from the other side of her told her that Martha was getting a mouthful of jism.
Alex pounded away at her cunt, slamming his broad cock into her relentlessly. Karen sucked on his tongue and beat her heels against his ass as she sought to get off a second time. He was breathing hard into her mouth, and she realized he was about to unload his balls. Just a little more, she pleaded silently, just a little more, please.
As if he were reading her mind, Alex continued to drive his cock into her writhing body. By the time he started jetting jism into her heated twat, Karen was ready to climax again and the feel of his cock pumping its load into her was enough to set her off. She raked at his shoulders with her nails as her twat convulsed around his embedded prick and he ground himself against her.
OOOOOOHHHHHH! She thought. That's one of the best fucks you've ever given me, Alex.
He collapsed upon her in a way that prevented her from lowering her legs, but she didn't care, her body was still rippling in a series of minor cums and she hugged him tighter as she felt the sex juices trickle out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass. Damn, she thought, why can't you fuck that way all the time?
Alex finally rolled off of her and she opened her eyes and looked around. Brenda was still pumping herself on Jack's cock, but Laurie and Ben were on their sides, merely holding each other. Deni had pulled herself off Louis' cock and twisted around to kiss him again. Martha had lifted herself off of Sam and slipped to a seated position on the floor next to the chaise and her head was turned to kiss the balding restaurateur.
It took a long time for them to return to the state where they wanted to move, and Brenda had pumped her way to a second cum by then.
As she tumbled off of Jack to lie face down on the water bed, Ben asked: "What do you have to do to get a drink around here?"
"Ask," Karen replied, sitting up and rising to her feet. She crossed the room to a corner and opened a door to reveal a small refrigerator with a collection of bottles and glasses over it. "Louis, you and Martha are the only people whose preference I don't know."
"Rye for me," Louis answered. If you've got it." They did, and Karen mixed him a drink, then turned to Martha. She looked across the room at her father and he nodded that it was okay for her to have a real drink.
"I don't know," Martha answered. "I've never had anything but beer and wine."
"Screwdriver," Karen said, taking a pitcher full from the refrigerator. It was Brenda and Sam's drink, too, so she'd made plenty. Her father and Alex both wanted what Ben was drinking Deni came over to the small bar and began mixing Tequila Sunrises for herself and Laurie as Karen fixed a gin Bloody Mary for herself.
"This must've cost you a bundle," Deni said, referring to the room.
"Most of what I saved from working for Ben," the blonde admitted. "But I think it was worth it. And a lot of the stuff I got at discount houses."
They put the drinks on a tray and distributed them, then seated themselves on a fluffy pillow to drink their own drinks.
Chapter Twelve
It was still early when they'd finished their round of drinks; a small window near the ceiling of the room showed that dusk had not completely fallen. Without being asked, and without asking, Karen and Deni mixed another round for everybody. "You're gonna have a lot of dirty glasses," Deni commented.
Karen shrugged. "I'm gonna take 'em all over to your house and run 'em through the washer," she explained, adding: "That's another advantage of having you live next door."
"Besides the fact that my father and I are sexy?" Deni teased.
"Besides the fact your father and you are sexy," Karen agreed.
Deni rolled her eyes in a gesture of pseudo-excitement. "Kiss me, you fool!" she exclaimed melodramatically.
Playing along, Karen slipped an arm around the other girl and allowed her to lean back in a mock-swoon as she lowered her mouth to Deni's. They kissed lewdly for a moment and Karen caressed the older girl's tits for a brief instance before they broke apart, grinning at each other, to deliver the drinks. Karen noticed that Martha took hers with a dubious look. "Don't worry," she assure the mulatto, "it's early. And screwing will sober you up some."
"Go ahead, baby," Louis said. "I'll have plenty of help if you have to be carried out to the car. And I guess we could get a cup of coffee to sober you up if we needed one."
Martha sipped at the orange juice and vodka and smiled. Karen was glad there was no self-consciousness about the girl; she was sitting on the floor next to the chaise where she'd played sixty-nine with Sam and her entire body was on display to anyone who cared to look at her. It wouldn't have done the mood of the group much good if Martha had been inhibited, if she had tried to hide her pussy when she wasn't involved sexually.
I wonder just how uninhibited she is? Karen asked herself.
She wasn't the only one wondering that. "Martha, have you ever fooled around with another girl?" Laurie asked suddenly.
"No! Of course not," the mulatto replied. "What do you think I am?"
"Oh, I didn't mean to suggest you were gay," Laurie was quick to assure her. "None of us are, but the rest of us girls've all had sex together."
"You have?" Martha asked, her surprise evident.
"Sure," Deni answered for Laurie. "Sometimes when two of us are with one man, so neither gets left out. But sometimes, too, when there wasn't any man around. Karen and I taught Brenda about sex when we were getting her and Alex into the group."
"In fact," Alex added, "the first I knew about what the Hall's and the Lewis's were doing came after I caught Karen and Deni and Brenda in bed together having sex. I thought all three of them were virgins and I balled them. Most fun I've ever had in my life-three horny girls and me."
"Well, I've never done anything with a girl," Martha replied somewhat defensively. Then her voice softened a little. "But I guess if you've all done it, it couldn't be bad. I mean, it could hardly be worse than fucking your own father. I ... I just don't know whether I could or not."
"Think you could let a woman make love to you?" Laurie challenged.
Martha gulped. "Do you mean you want to make love to me?"
"Yes," Laurie replied.
There was a long silence and Karen found herself holding her breath as she waited for Martha's reply. Looking around the room, she could sense the expectation that had arisen among the men. The silence continued as Martha turned her eyes toward her father. "It's up to you," Louis said.
"Wha ... what about Alex?" Martha almost whispered.
Before he had a chance to say anything, Laurie said: "I'm sure Alex wouldn't mind if you did him with your mouth while I was eating you. And whoever would be doing me wouldn't have any trouble; they'd just do it to me dog-fashion."
"Lots of times we've put on shows for the dads," Brenda piped up. "Men get really turned on watching two girls do each other or watching one girl do another! I'll bet your dad got excited watching Deni and Karen fool around just from the idea."
"Not really," Louis countered. "But I knew they were just clowning, it would be different if Laurie was really making love to Martha."
All eyes were on the nubile mulatto. She gulped again, then said:"Well, I could try."
Laurie rose and held out her hand to the other girl. "Let's get on the water bed and get started then." Addressing Alex, she added: "Don't move in on us until I start eating Martha. Okay?"
As Martha rose and started toward the other girl, Karen shifted until she was sitting next to Louis. "You and I can be on the water bed, too. It might make it easier for Martha if you were where you could caress her when she was getting head from a girl the first time."
Louis slipped an arm around her and started fondling one of her tits as she nodded agreement.
"Brenda," Ben suggested, "if you get on top of Sam, Deni can ride me and the two of you can neck with each other."
"It's okay with me," the chubby redhead answered and Sam nodded his agreement. As Deni moved to cuddle up next to her father, Sam and Brenda moved over until they were close to them. The two men who were going to be joining Martha and Laurie moved to the edge of the water bed and perched on the frame as Karen and Louis scooted across the floor to a better vantage point.
Martha entered the water bed on her knees, as Laurie had done. The older girl caught the mulatto by her shoulders and drew her closer, then lowered her mouth to the other girl's. Everyone knew when Laurie's tongue entered Martha's mouth, for she started to tremble at the lasciviousness of the kiss. Then Laurie slipped her hand down from Martha's shoulders to her tits and started caressing them as Martha's arms, as if of their own volition, rose and she hugged Laurie tighter to her. Her hands roamed over Laurie's back as the other girl began flexing her strong fingers against the gourd like tits of the younger girl.
Louis' hand tightened on Karen's tit and she dropped a hand to his groin and curled her fingers around his stiffening cock. Resting her head on his shoulder, she whispered:" You know all of us have had cocks up our asses?" He nodded and she continued: "Well, I like it there better than the others do. I'd really like it if you did me that way. And I could neck with Alex if you did."
"You'll get it there, then," the handsome mulatto male assured her, causing her pussy to grow damper. She sped up the pumping of her hand around his cock, knowing there was no chance she could make him cum that way and also knowing he would enjoy the sensations she would create by her fondling of his cock.
On the water bed, Laurie was maneuvering Martha to a reclining position and settling atop her. Abandoning the younger girl's tits for a moment, the redhead adjusted Martha's legs until her knees were elevated and canted outward and her heels were against her already squirming ass. This brought their cunts into close contact and Laurie ground her pussy into the soggy maw of the other girls' vaginal area, making Martha tighten her embrace.
Laurie lifted her head a little and teased Martha's tongue out of her mouth, then dueled her tongue against it in the air. She could tell the other girl was getting excited by what was going on, but whether it was because of what was being done to her or the fact that she was putting on an exhibition for the others was still not clear.
She felt Martha's hands voyage lower on her body until the mulatto was caressing the taut mounds of her ass and pressing her cunt downward to rub more firmly against her own up-tilted cunt. At that point, she wedged her hands between them and resumed her caressing of Martha's tits, feeling the nipples swell as her tits themselves seemed to grow.
To Laurie's delight, as she withdrew her tongue into her mouth, Martha's followed it. She kept her head up long enough for the other's to see Martha's tongue enter the heat and warmth of her mouth, then lowered her lips to the other girl's once more. As she did so, she commenced tweaking and squeezing the younger girl's nipples, making Martha's hips undulate with greater desire against her own.
Louis reached his other hand across his body and closed it over Karen's free tit, brushing his thumb across her swelling nipple. Deni was sitting between her father's spread legs and he had a hand against her pussy and a finger inside of it while his other hand was circling her tits. Sam and Brenda were using their hands on each other and, as Karen shifted her eyes to the end of the water bed, she saw that her own father was stroking his cock slowly while watching the two girls as they performed their lewd act for the benefit of the watchers.
Laurie would've loved to have hours to spend kissing Martha, who was getting much more into the spirit of the Sapphic act than either of them had expected her to, but she knew the others would be impatient if she spent as long as she wanted in just kissing Martha while practicing tribalism. Reluctantly, she broke the union of their lips and pushed herself up on her knees and elbows. With her hands still cupping Martha's tit, she rocked back as she ran her mouth down the corded throat of the reclining girl.
"OOOHHHHHH!" Martha moaned as Laurie's hot mouth began moving around her tits.
Her hand wandered over the other girl's back and, when Laurie whispered: "Play with my tits!" she hesitated only a moment before reaching between them and closing her hands on the saucy mounds dangling over her lower ribs. As she tightened her finger against the pliant mounds, Laurie began tonguing an erect nipple and Martha gasped again with delight.
The water bed dipped as Jack entered it and started caressing the kneeling girl's trim ass. Laurie wriggled her hips about as a sign that she didn't need any additional stimulation but gave up when Jack didn't move his hand. If he wanted to caress her, she wasn't going to stop him.
"HHHHAAAAAAA!" Martha sighed as one of her tits was drawn completely into Laurie's hot mouth. The tongue slashed across it and she shuddered and squeezed the other girl's tits harder. Sometime I'm going to try this when there's just me and a girl involved, Martha promised herself. If the others like it, there can't be anything unpleasant about doing it.
Laurie worked her mouth around Martha's tits for several minutes, then started them working lower, licking and nibbling at the mulatto's rippling belly. The water bed dipped again as Alex got onto it and offered Martha his mouth Jesus, the teenager thought, this is the wildest! I love it! I really do.
Martha couldn't reach Laurie's tits without straining, so she abandoned them and used one hand to fondle Alex's stiff cock while the other caressed the top of Laurie's head.
Jack's hand slipped between Laurie's thighs and commenced to caress her pussy, which was already dripping fluids so excited was the young woman.
She shifted her mouth to the inner surface of one of the mulatto's thighs and continued kissing and biting at her succulent flesh. Martha moaned against Alex's mouth and pumped her hand faster around his stiff cock as she felt the heat of Laurie's breath on her gaped pussy. Golly, she really is going to do it to me, Martha thought.
The water bed dipped for the third time and Martha tore her lips from Alex's, then turned her head to see Karen kneeling beside her with her father poised behind the bowed body of the blonde. Her eyes met her father's and he winked at her as she undulated ecstatically under the stimulation of Laurie's mouth and hands, one of which had returned to her tits and the other which was caressing the quivering mounds of her squirming buttocks. "Are you liking it, baby?" Louis asked. Martha didn't trust herself to speak, but she nodded her head vigorously.
"Ooooohhhhh," Laurie moaned suddenly and everyone knew Jack had thrust his cock into her heated twat. His hands were on the taut surfaces of her buttocks and she wiggled her hips lewdly as he pushed his massive cock deeper into her writhing body.
Alex caught Martha's shoulders and lifted them, then slid his body under her. The excited mulatto turned her head and saw his cock pointing at her and seized it in one hand as she felt a hot tongue push into the heated depths of her cuntal furrow. An almost electric thrill coursed through her and she cried out her delight as Laurie's tutored tongue flicked against the straining bud of her clitoris.
Using her hand to guide Alex's cock, she commenced to lick at the bulbous head. He reached down and closed a hand around one of her tits as Laurie slipped both of her hands under Martha's quivering buttocks and lifted her midsection into the air to make her pussy more accessible. The knowing tongue slithered up and down between the puffy lips of her cunt and Martha snorted with delight as she licked frenziedly at the underside of Alex's cock.
"OOOOOOOOOOHH!" Karen squealed suddenly. "OH! YEEESSSSSSSS, Louis, YESSSSSSSSS! Do that, do THAT!"
"Wha ... what's he doing?" Martha mumbled, her lips and tongue still busy at Alex's stiff prick.
"He's tonguing her asshole," came Jack's voice. Ooohhhhh, Martha thought, how perverted. But is it? she asked herself immediately. No, I guess it isn't, she concluded, not if it makes Karen feel as good as she sounded like she feels.
Karen's mouth was sealed by Alex's and he reached under her to cup one of her dangling tits, squeezing it the way he was doing to Martha's tit. Karen braced herself on her forearms and angled one until the hand was cupped over Martha's free tit, with the erect nipple sticking up between two of her fingers so it was stimulated each time Karen flexed her fingers.
God, the nubile blond thought, Louis likes tonguing asses as much as Ben does. And he does it just as well. She could feel the puckered opening of her asshole spreading under the pressure of Louis' tongue and she jerked her hips spasmodically as he put his hand on her pussy and thrust two fingers into the clutching tunnel of her vagina.
Martha reached a hand blindly behind her and encountered Karen's other tit and commenced caressing it as she brought her mouth back to the head of Alex's cock and slipped it into the heat of her mouth. "UUUUUUNNNNHHH!" she heard him groan against Karen's mouth as she sucked wantonly on the spongy glands of his cock.
The water bed dipped as Louis pulled his face from the crack of Karen's ass and came up on his knees behind her. She shifted her ass down a little when he pressed the small of her back. As she felt the broad head of his cock nudge against the puckered rosette of her anus, she tightened her hold on Martha's tit.
Louis' right hand went under Karen and commenced massaging her engorged mons veneris and upper cunt as he pushed his big cock forward. For a moment there was resistance to his pressure but then the anal sphincter yielded and he sighed with pleasure as he felt the spongy head of his cock embed itself in the heat of the writhing girl's rectum. Since Martha and Alex were caressing Karen's tits, it left Louis with a hand free and he started stroking his daughter's thigh with it as Laurie continued to work her greedy mouth against Martha's sopping pussy.
One of Martha's legs rose and crossed over Laurie's back to press the redhead's face tighter to the heated wetness of her cunt. Jack draped himself over Laurie's curved body and seized Martha's big toe in his mouth, sucking on it as he reached under Laurie and started caressing her untouched tit and the upper part of her cunt. Laurie moaned with delight and worked her tongue up and down Martha's heated cuntal furrow at a faster tempo as the younger girl's ass squirmed in her hands.
"Jesus! Ohhhhhh, Jesus Jesus Jeeeeeeeeesusssssssss!" Martha thought as she started her head to bobbing over Alex's stiff cock. This has got to feel better than anything I've ever experienced. Oohhhhh, this is too much! I'm gonna cummmmmm!
Laurie felt the increased tremors in Martha's writhing young body and shifted her mouth, centering it over the girl's spasming twat, then started sucking lewdly as Martha's cuntal fluid began to flow copiously. Godddddddd! Martha thought, she's sucking my cum! How can she stand to do it? She must like it or she wouldn't be doing it, but ...!
Suddenly, Laurie's tongue shot forward, drilling as deep into the younger girl's vaginal tunnel as she could. As she wiggled her tongue around inside of Martha's twat, she ground her ass against Jack's hammering loins.
Louis looked down at Karen's perfect little bottom and thrilled as she watched his broad cock pushing deeper and deeper into the dry heat of her rectum. She was wiggling her buttocks and heaving them back to him as he strummed her swollen clit and she was about to cum herself. Alex was pinching her nipple and sucking voraciously on her tongue and Karen twisted Martha's tit as her ass was buffeted by Louis' driving rod. Shit! Karen thought. Oh! Shitttttttt! It's so good this time, sooooo gooooodddddddd!
Jack squeezed Laurie's tit and massaged her engorged mons veneris as she stroked his massive cock in and out of her heated snatch. He could tell she was close to cumming and he ran his cock into her farther and harder as he sucked lewdly on Martha's toe and watched her head move back and forth over Alex's cock.
Martha's lips brushed against the wiry hairs in Alex's loins and shuddered harder as Laurie's tongue continued sawing in and out of her cunt. I didn't know I could cum like this, one time right after another, she thought as her belly rippled again in orgasm. Perspiration coated her writhing body and she grunted deep in her throat as she sucked harder on the stiff cock in her mouth while squeezing Karen's tit.
Off the bed, Deni and Brenda were locked in a passionate embrace as they lifted and lowered themselves over the stiff cocks on which they had impaled themselves. Brenda's tongue was in the other girl's mouth and Deni sucked wantonly on it as she and the chubby redhead caressed each other's tits hungrily. Their cunts made squishy sounds as their hips rose and fell effortlessly over the throbbing pricks of the men they were screwing.
Both Sam and Ben were fingering a swollen clitoris, but each was touching the other's partner. Deni ground her soggy cunt into her father's loins and Sam clenched his buttocks as he rammed his hips up to meet Brenda's descending pussy.
The four of them had watched the action on the water bed until they had been unable to stand mere voyeuristic pleasure and each other's caresses any longer. Then the men had stretched out and their girls had swung atop them and stuffed their pussies with hard cock. They had started to kiss each other even as they had begun lowering themselves onto the towering erections of their partners.
Brenda pulled her tongue from Deni's mouth and shifted, her head ducking as she lifted one of the other girl's tits. "Ohhhhh! Suck it, Brenda, suck my tit," Deni crooned as she tweaked the heavy set girl's nipples. She rocked her pelvis back and forth as she lifted and lowered herself over the throbbing cock in her twat and worked her vaginal muscles around her father's prick.
"Ohhhhhh, Daddy, your cock is so wonderful," Deni moaned as she slammed her twat down over it again and again. She was halfway in love with Jack, but she still liked fucking her father best of all. Actually, this was true for all the girls.
With her mouth busy on one of Deni's tits, Brenda had a free hand. She reached around the voluptuous brunette's body and began caressing the taut flesh of her ass, then sent her fingers questing into the deep cleavage between the firm cheeks. "EEEEEEEEE!" Deni squealed as Brenda drove a finger into her asshole.
Laurie was sucking hungrily at Martha's convulsing pussy once more and the mulatto was grinding her cunt into the other girl's face as she sucked harder at the straining cock in her mouth. Alex was exploring the interior of Karen's mouth with his tongue and she was wriggling frantically on the big cock in her ass as she sought to cum. Jack's belly slapped against Laurie's squirming buttocks as he raced towards his cum and Louis was gulping hard and about to shoot off himself.
"Suck, Martha, succckkk!" Alex cried, wrenching his mouth free from Karen's as he started jetting gob after gob of hot semen into the mulatto's lewdly working mouth. Martha swallowed frantically and sucked even harder as her own juices poured into Laurie's greedy mouth.
The knowledge that his daughter was swallowing another man's cum was enough to set Louis off. "AAAA WWWWWWW!" he cried as he started flooding Karen's bowl with jism. He ground his loins into her quivering buttocks and tightened his hands on her shuddering body.
"HHHHHHIIIIIIEEEEEE!" Karen screamed as her cuntal fluid poured over the fingers Louis had been sawing in and out of her twat. She twisted Martha's tit violently as her own tits were squeezed.
Hearing the orgasmic cries of the others set Jack off and his massive cock jerked inside of Laurie's convulsing cunt as it spurted its load into the redhead's writhing body. Laurie grunted as her thighs grew wetter from the cum oozing out of her pussy. She sucked harder at Martha's cunt and wished that the wild sex-session could go on and on and on, although she knew it was about to end.
"HHHHHAAAAAAA!" Sam cried as Brenda's twat received his load. Brenda had her mouth filled with Deni's tit and couldn't make any sound but she was cumming, too. And, Deni was screaming loud enough for both girls as Ben shot off into her pulsating twat.
"Dammmmmnnnnn!" the druggist cried.
For several minutes no one made a sound except for rasping breath. The two girls who had been riding their partners had fallen away from them and the group on the water bed had collapsed into a tangled heap.
Finally they untangled themselves. "Ohhhhh," Martha sighed, clutching her stomach, "I think I came so hard I busted something inside."
Brenda chuckled. "You'll be ready to fuck again in half an hour," she assured her friend.
"I don't know about that," Martha retorted. "It might take forty-five minutes."
Her statement produced a laugh from everyone.
"Hey, Martha," Karen asked, "you want to spend tomorrow with Ben and I?"
"I'd like to," the girl answered. "But what would Daddy do?"
"He could come visit Sam and I," Laurie invited.
"Don't you worry about me, baby," Louis assured his daughter. "I've had more sex so far this week than I was getting in a couple of months, earlier."
"And, I'll come spend Friday night at your place," Karen offered to Martha. "We can both take care of your father then."
"Spend tomorrow night with her and Ben," Louis suggested in a voice that showed his anxiousness to have another girl in bed with him and his daughter.
"Okay," Martha replied. I'll have to do her, she thought. Well, I won't HAVE to, but I will. If there's her and me and Ben, there'll be times when if I don't do her she won't be getting anything. I just hope I can handle eating her. But, as she recalled that Karen had eaten pussy before, as had Brenda and Deni, she was sure she could put her mouth to another girl's cunt. It'll just be different, she told herself, but no worse than having a man shoot off in my mouth.
"There's ways two girls and one guy can make it that don't require sex between the girls," Ben assured her. "We can teach you those if you've got any hesitation about doing- things to Karen."
"I ... I don't know whether I do or not," Martha replied.
"You will be at the lake Sunday, though?" Laurie inquired.
"Oh, sure, we'll be there," Martha answered for them.
Alex was starting to get into his clothes. "Who's coming home with me?" he asked.
"I guess I am, Daddy," Brenda said as she crawled towards her clothes.
Ten minutes later, there was no one in the room but Karen and her father. Deni had taken the glasses with her and promised to return them when she came to get Jack for work the next morning.
"Well, Daddy," the nubile blonde said as she looked at her father, "are you going to sleep by yourself tonight, or shall I come in after I've showered?"
He slipped his arm around her and fondled her pert little ass as he answered: "Why don't we decide whose bed to use after we get out of the shower?"
Karen thought that was a good idea and said so. With their arms around each to her, they went up the stairs.
