In a day and age when girls know all there is to know about sex, often before they have even reached puberty, it is not altogether surprising when a young, vital father's instincts become aroused by the precocious femininity of his daughter.
And Marion was certainly such a child. Pretty, intelligent and above all, endowed with feminine intuition to a rare degree, she was at the same time guileless in her sensuality, innocent in her lust for the pleasures of the flesh.
In contrast with some of her contemporaries, though, her factual knowledge of sex was sketchy and incomplete. Was it possible that Barney, her father, honestly believed that his clarifications in the matter, his explanations and finally his demonstrations before the child's eyes were indeed purely educational?
Human beings so often lie to themselves, believing their own lies totally and honestly, and therefore it is no wonder that it took Barney a long time before words and looks became gestures and action.
His wife, Helen, much more reluctant than himself to see her little family embark upon a road that could lead to the highest peaks of pleasure, but possibly also to the deepest abysses of disaster, with nevertheless quite helpless. Physically, emotionally, sexually, she was tier husband's willing slave once she became aroused, and Barney knew how to play on her emotions as a virtuoso knows how to draw magical sounds from the keyboard of a piano.
If Barney was the initiator, though, it was because he too had been initiated, a long time ago, at quite a tender age.
For him, it had been a sister. For Marion, it would be a loving father. For Helen, it was the overwhelming, sometimes almost stifling love of both husband and daughter, a love to which she could only respond with all her soul, all her body, all her passion. Here then is her story, in its entirety, containing all the lewd details that your heart could desire.
CHAPTER ONE
"Have you done your homework, yet, baby?" asked Helen Tomlinson as she put the bag with the groceries on the kitchen table. She could hear Marion's record player upstairs and she frowned. If that child was going to throw everything off schedule again, with her procrastination-
"Marion," she called out, raising her voice this time with a note of impatience in it.
"Yes, Mommy," the answer came back at last. "I'm coming."
Reluctantly the child appeared. She was a mess but all her mother could was look up to heaven. How was she indeed going to wield any kind of authority over their daughter if Barney kept telling Marion that she was fine, just the way she was? It was all right to be easy going, but there were limits. Marion would be twelve come September, and it was high time she started acting her age, thought Helen.
.Well, of course, that was what was the matter. Barney wanted her to remain as she was, he wanted her to act as she did, wear the things she did. Helen sighed and, for the umpteenth time she wondered whether she had done right in giving in to her husband's peculiar whims during the past two years.
But that was her weakness with him, the strange power he had over her when it came to their sex life, that made everything seem all right. At least he hadn't touched the child yet, not that way, but Helen knew it would only be a matter of time. And she would be powerless to stop him, simply because she needed so desperately what he could give her when sufficiently aroused.
"I asked you whether you have finished your homework," Helen repeated distractedly as she began taking out the groceries and arranging them on the shelves and in the refrigerator.
"I haven't got much. I'll do it later."
"Do it now!"
"Why, I don't see--" Marion stopped in mid-sentence. A little smile came over her face, and she cocked her pretty blonde head to the side.
"I won't have time Mom?"
"No."
"Why Mom?"
"Don't ask silly questions," replied Helen, still not looking at the child, and she realized that her voice had become unsteady. "You know why," she added with finality.
"Oh." Yes, indeed, Marion had understood perfectly.
"All right, I'm gonna do my homework," she whispered, and then she was gone.
Was that all it took for that brat to shape up a little? Helen sat down at the kitchen table and put her head in her hand. She heaved a big sigh.
Things had gotten out of hand a little, no doubt about it. So gradually, almost imperceptibly, that she hadn't realized it at first. And all because she, a grown woman with a child already ten years old, had been so incredibly, so stupidly naive. It was the fault of her own parents of course, and those silly fears they had instilled in her.
She remembered that fateful night when she had awakened her husband in the middle of the night, wide-eyed and frightened.
"Listen-listen, Barney," she had whispered.
"What? What?" Sleepily he had shaken his head, but then he had heard it too, the frightful sighs and moans coming from the child's room next door.
"She must be sick-oh Barney, I'm worried." Her hands had begun to tremble.
For a moment" he had listened carefully and taken time before shaking his head again, very slowly.
"I don't think so darling," , he had said. "I just don't think so. But let's go and see."
There was light coming out from under Marion's door and Barney had stopped Helen from rushing in, holding her arm with one hand. Then he had knelt down and put his eye against the key hole. For a long, long time he had looked, and then he had turned to her with a funny little smile on his lips. The sighs were continuing all this time.
"Look Helen, but be quiet," he whispered. Feeling guilty about spying on her daughter and somehow, dimly, she realized it later, knowing already what she would see, Helen had looked through the keyhole. She had looked for only a few seconds and had jumped up then, her eyes horrified, her hand clapped over her mouth.
"She's-she's-our little girl-oh, Barney."
"Why yes," he had smiled, ""she's having herself nicely, isn't she?"
"But Barney, but-she's just a little girl. Why, did you see how-how--" And he had only grinned, taken her arm and pushed her back toward their own bedroom. He seemed to be in a hurry.
"She had that mirror propped up at the foot of the bed, Barney, and she was looking at herself while she was doing it. No wonder she had the light still burning.
"I'm truly shocked!" she said in conclusion. He nodded again and was already pushing her into bed. He had that look in his eyes-that wonderful look that made Helen feel funny and warm all over.
"Barney-isn't it bad for her? I mean at her age. And she seemed so overexcited, Barney-oh Barney-you aren't listening-Barney-oh Barney-ohhh--"
Things had not been too good for them at the time. It had been over three weeks, that night, since they had last held each other in their arms, and now Barney was coming at her, his maleness sticking out of the fly of his pajamas, stiffer and longer than she could remember having seen it. He ripped her best nightgown that night, but Helen no longer cared. All he had to do was look at her that way and she would become wet between the legs.
He took her like a bull, ramming it in with one powerful shove that made their bed creak. Helen reared up under his thrusts, writhing with the intensity of her pleasure, putting all other thoughts out of her mind.
Only after having come, after having received his hot, searing ejaculation into her body, did she realize that it had all happened because he had seen his daughter jerking herself off. Oh, yes, it was so clear now, so perfectly clear.
Next door, everything had become very quiet. All she could hear was the deep breathing of her husband, at her side, his right hand still on her bare breast, caressing it softly.
"Barney," she whispered after a while, looking up at the dark ceiling, "Barney, I know what's happened."
"It was so good," he murmured.
"Yes it was-but-but Barney--"
"You still worried about the kid? You know, it's quite normal for her to do it. Didn't you at her age?"
"Oh, no, Barney, I wouldn't have dared. My father would have whipped me to within an inch of my life," she gasped. The mere thought of letting herself go, in such manner, under her parents' roof, horrified her.
"I bet you did do it and you just don't remember," he chuckled. "You were probably caught and punished, and then you put it out of your mind. Listen, some parents just don't understand, I know. I've had a pair like that myself."
Helen moaned and turned her head away. There were things-yes, dimly remembered things she didn't want to come back to her consciousness. Feelings of shame, and pain-
"Helen, darling," he said, "let's go to sleep now. It's really late. But if you worry, I'll take care of things tomorrow. We're not old-fashioned the way our parents were, remember that. I'm going to lay things right out on the table with Marion, without making her feel guilty or ashamed. How about that?"
Helen sighed and pulled his hand to her lips. Maybe he had become excited-well, just maybe, she decided, because of Marion. But now he was talking like a father, he was going to do the right thing. That was for sure. Helen went to sleep.
It was at the dinner table, on the following evening, that Barney kept his promise. Helen had not even been thinking about it at the moment, and they were having dessert when Barney gently put his large hand over his daughter's soft, round arm on the tablecloth. She looked up at him and smiled.
"I didn't know you had started to masturbate already," he told her in an even, casual tone of voice.
"What's that Daddy?" she asked, interested."
"you're growing up, aren't you?"
Her chest swelled as if to make the two little mosquito bites on it that were her nipples, silhouette themselves beneath her dress. They were symbols of her growing up, now that they had started to swell a little, over the past few months.
"Well, there are changes in a girl's body at that age, you see, some you can see and some you can't, they take place inside. And they give a girl a kind of yearning, a kind of an itch, you see. Then she starts soothing the itch, and that's called masturbating."
"Oh, you mean like when I rub my finger between my legs, Daddy?" she asked brightly. He nodded and smiled at her. His hand caressed her arm tenderly.
"How did you know I was mas-mas--"
"Masturbating, darling."
"Well, yes, whatever, with my finger. How did you know?"
"We heard you last night and Mommy thought you were sick, the way you moaned, she wanted to go and look in on you, but I told Mommy she shouldn't disturb you. So just to make sure you were all right, we peaked in through the keyhole."
Since it was said so naturally, so guilelessly, the child took it precisely in that way. She didn't blush, even if Helen's face has turned red.
"What do you think of when you do it?" Barney asked.
"Well--" the girl's forehead was wrinkling up under the effort of concentration. "It's hard to say, Daddy. All sorts of things. Sometimes," she said brightly, smiling at him, "I think of the time I saw you make peepee against that tree, when we were out in the country last year. Remember? That's when you told me that all boys had a thing like that, a pecker. Sometimes I think just of peckers, of all the boys I know, of their peckers. Isn't that funny?"
"Very funny," Barney chuckled. "And then what happens to you? That's when you touch yourself?"
"Yes, Daddy. And when I feel my finger against my own peepee, when I rub it around, I make believe it's a pecker that's trying to go into me." She giggled suddenly and shrugged as if what she had said was quite beyond her.
"Well, well," laughed her father, "looks to me like you should really be told the facts of life, baby. D'you know anything about fucking?"
"Barney!" The shocked cry from Helen's lips startled him for a moment, but then he shook his head.
"Please darling," he told her, "please don't worry. Let me explain it to her in my own way. And I don't believe in hypocrisy, Helen. Let's call a spade a spade, shall we?"
Helen had fallen silent. What did she know of such things indeed, of how they should be told a child? She herself had found out about it from classmates, in the streets or in school, in dribs and drabs that made her shudder at the time. No, this was better. She could tell, just by looking into her child's trusting blue eyes, all shiny with curiosity.
And Barney had described the sexual process between man and woman to the girl, had even made some sketches with his ballpoint pen on the napkin for Marion, and she had followed his explanations with intelligent and enraptured attention.
When he explained to her that sexual stimulation comes from every one of our five senses, with touch and sight and smell probably the most suggestive ones, Marion remarked brightly that she liked to see.
"I know," he chuckled, "that's why you use the mirror." Again she nodded without the slightest trace of embarrassment. And then Barney turned to his wife.
"Helen my darling, what this girl needs is parental guidance. Shall we give it to her or shall we not give it to her?"
"Why, of course, Barney-of course," she murmured.
"A child of her age should have a number of various activities. But they should take place under parental supervision," he said thoughtfully. "That includes her schoolwork, her sports activities, her associations, and just as much her sex life."
"B-but Barney, darling, she's so young-what sex life could a child of her age--"
"What sex life? What do you call masturbation then? Isn't it a sure sign of her developing libido? But of course, as in all matters, it should not be overdone. It's all a question of finding the happy medium.
"Marion, my darling, I have decided that you should not do it more than twice a week."
"Oh, Daddy," Marion sounded dismayed. "Well, then three times, but no more. Only, from now on, you'll be doing it under our supervision, under our direction, and as a result you will find it much more pleasurable."
"What do you mean, Barney?" Helen wanted to know. She really looked worried now.
"We'll work out the details darling, don't you worry. Shall we say tomorrow night as a starter? What do you say, baby?"
Marion shrugged. "Not tonight?" she asked softly with a sidelong glance at her father.
"No, not tonight. Tomorrow night. Like I said, we have to do everything with a little bit of self-discipline."
The matter was settled and somehow, after they had all gone to bed and Helen was thinking about it, she could not really find fault with any of her husband's reasoning. He had evaded her questions as to how he imagined this supervision of the girl's masturbation was to take place, and there was nothing to do but to wait and see. For a while, on the following day, Helen thought that the entire matter had been forgotten. Never once did Marion mention it, not until after dinner that is, when the three of them were sitting in the living room watching a western on television.
"Are you going to watch me soon Daddy?" asked the little girl.
"You think you feel like it? In a little while perhaps?"
"Right now, Daddy. Actually I feel like it right now."
Helen? Okay, with you?" She nodded and rose to shut off the television. She was half-afraid and half-curious about how it would go.
"Let's all get ready for bed first," said Barney. "Helen, put on that perfume I like so much."
"But Barney-why--"
"Remember the other night?" he chuckled and winked at her so that she blushed. Instantly her legs felt wobbly, rubbery, and there was moisture gathering at her crotch. If I'm like that, she thought guiltily, is it any wonder if my own daughter-even at her age-
They went into the child's room.
"Helen," he had told his wife, "go ahead and look whether it's wet in there. It should be, before she rubs herself, otherwise it might get irritated.
"Go ahead," he urged.
"Barney, me?" she had gasped.
"Why, would you rather it be me?" Barney had given her a reproachful look and she had touched her child as he asked her to.
Yes, there was moisture there, warm and slippery and quite abundant for a girl that young. But Helen had quickly withdrawn her finger when Marion had reacted with a shuddering moan and had tried to cling to her mother's arm.
"All right, all right, and now look." Barney had said, and to Helen's horror he had extracted his penis from his fly, hugely erected and purplish, so gorged with blood was it.
"What is nicer to watch, the mirror or this?" he asked, and had begun stroking himself. Marion, uttering an excited little whimper, had begun to rub her clitoris with one finger, going rapidly from side to side, gasping, arching her back, falling, going rapidly from side to side, gasping, arching her back, falling back and kicking her legs against the bedsheets, and then she had suddenly closed her eyes and wailed so loudly that her mother rushed to her, frightened.
"Leave her be-she's coming," Barney had panted, and indeed, that was what it was. There could be no doubt about it.
Helen always told herself later on that it had been the sight of her husband's erection that had made her fling herself at him, right there in Marion's room, until he had taken her on the bare floor, next to the girl's bed. But deep down Helen knew that it had been more than just that. When she herself climaxed, it was with the vision of her child, kneeling on the bed and leaning down over them, staring at them, her hands dancing wildly once more between her legs.
CHAPTER TWO
"You know that you're not really being fair to yourself?" murmured the pretty young blonde, as she pushed Barney's hand away from her tuft of hair, at the junction of her lissome white thighs.
The man's forehead was covered with perspiration. He had sucked Peggy into orgasm twice already, and now he was starting her up for yet one more time before going home.
"It's all right, Sis," he murmured.
"No, no-and besides, Barney, it's not right for me either. I wanted you so much this afternoon-all of you; I wanted to hold you and love you like we always did before--"
"Peggy, please-you do understand me, don't you? I mean I've just got to be careful. Today's Wednesday, remember? It's Marion's day. And if I don't come across with Helen, afterwards, if I don't do it to her the way she likes it-"
"She'd be suspicious, you think?"
"Well, that's not really what I'm afraid of, baby. You see, what keeps worrying me so much is that she might change her mind about the kid. You know how it used to be, between her and myself, before all of this started, I told you I was beginning to get bored. Always the same old thing, with the same woman, pretty as she might be.
"And then there was that fantastic discovery, when we caught Marion with her finger up her twat. I don't think there's anything in the world that ever got me so excited, not since you and I, when we were kids-remember?"
"Need you ask?" she murmured fondly and snuggled up against her brother's naked body. How stiff and big his cock was. How stupid that he should have to deny himself as well as her, the ultimate pleasure of the sexual act.
"You see, I'm afraid if some evening, just once, one single time, after watching Marion, if I don't get a real good hard-on and make her come a few times, she'll have second thoughts about the whole thing."
"You're crazy. Not on your life," said Peggy, shaking her head."
"I can't afford to take a chance. Not now."
"What's so special about now?"
Barney hesitated. He looked at his sister, at those clear blue eyes that could always see right into the innermost recesses of his being. A bare trace of a smile was playing around the corners of her sensuous mouth and he had to resist the impulse of throwing himself on her and invading those lips with his tongue.
Nobody could tease like Peggy, with no more than a look, no more than a slight cocking of her pretty head.
"Oh, Peggy, Peggy, as if you hadn't guessed it," he murmured.
"I see. Temptation getting a little too strong? You want to start touching what you're looking at, isn't that it?"
"Mmmm--"
"Well, lemme tell you something. Helen is going to take it all right. And so is that kid, but you know this yourself, better than anybody."
"I hope you're right," said Barney with worried looks in his eyes.
"Listen, she's got nothing to say, anyway. The way she's been frigging the kid to climax. gosh, Barney, your sweet little wife is as hot for it as--"
"Oh, it's only happened a couple of times," he interrupted her. "And that only in the last two weeks."
"Yeah, but you've always managed to get Helen to start that girl off, every time you get together. She can tell what it's doing to her own daughter, believe me. A mother can tell. She knows exactly when the climax is about to come, and if she didn't take her finger out of there, it's because she was pretty damn excited herself."
"She says only I excite her, that she does it only for my sake, or let's say for the sake of my hard-on."
"Don't you believe it. Barney, don't be a fool. You play this right, and you'll get those two to do most anything to each other. Finally that's what you wanted, wasn't it? From the very beginning? To get the three of you together, to really let go--"
Barney laughed now. His sister was moving her abdomen against his, but he was quite sure she was not even aware of it.
"Why, baby, you're as excited as I am, just thinking of it," he chuckled.
"Well-yeah. Oh, Barney, wasn't it always like that? Didn't I always have to tell you what you wanted before you really believed it?"
Her brother nodded. Yes, she was rigid indeed, and it didn't matter that she was the younger one. She had always been the go-getter, the bold one, in the family.
Sure, he had been the one who had been pining away, sneaking around her whenever she wasn't fully dressed, when they were children, brushing against her when she was in her undies, peeking down into her blouses to see what was growing in there.
But it was Peggy who had come to his bed that night, when she was no more than twelve and he fourteen. It was Peggy who had looked at him with those clear eyes of hers, as he lay trembling and perspiring with desire, and who had told him what he wanted.
"You wanna fuck me, don't you, Barney?" she had said. "You wanna fuck me real bad."
He had been unable to utter a single word. He had only been able to moan softly as she climbed over him, pulled down his pajamas, revealing the stiff candle pointing to the ceiling, he had even closed his eyes when she had impaled herself on it, softly, slowly, and had begun to move and grind her little snatch into his pelvis.
Many times, since then, he had asked her who had been there before him. For Peggy, at twelve, was no virgin. But she would never tell.
Only lately, seeing her excitement whenever they spoke of his relationship with Marion did he think that he could guess. Nothing seemed to arouse her more than the very thought of father and daughter doing it together, and Barney now remembered the tender, almost passionate look in their own father's eyes, whenever he smiled at his little girl.
Barney looked at her, lying on her side, her arms around him, and there was that same expression in her eyes, that same longing desire he had seen in his father's eyes.
No, he had not been nice, not lately. His marriage to Helen was not supposed to come between them, not ever, and it hadn't until lately. But the fruit of this marriage, the girl, Marion, was now threatening their relationship. Barney suddenly felt sorry for his little sister, remorseful over the way he had treated her so often during the past year especially.
"Darling, Peggy," he whispered, suddenly, impulsively, "you've been so patient with me-much too patient. But it's over now. I've made up my mind. I'm not going to be so selfish anymore."
"What do you mean? she asked, her voice soft, sensuous.
"You, my pet-it's you I mean. You and I-oh, Peggy, Peggy, it wasn't meant to end, not ever. Even your husband has accepted that from the very beginning. But now it must become better than ever.
You said that I wanted Helen, Marion and myself to make love together freely, each of us to each of the other? Well, you're only partially right. I want more. I want you included in this, finally accepted by my wife, just as your Jim has accepted me."
Her eyes were moist as she looked into his. "You mean it?" she whispered. "You really mean it?"
"You bet I do. It's either that or nothing. Because that was what I really wanted from the very beginning, it was just that you had to put your finger on it and point it out to me, at least in part.
"You and Jim-and Marion and Helen. And myself. Oh, Peggy, Peggy, my love-it would be heaven on Earth!"
"It might not work," she murmured, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder.
"Then let the chips fall where they may. But I'm not going to let anything stop me anymore from making love to you, whenever I come to see you. If Helen doesn't like the way I perform, after that, if she becomes difficult as far as Marion is concerned-well, too bad. Then it'll be the end of that, and she'll only lose out in the end."
"She won't stop you and Marion, no matter what," murmured Peggy. "She's hooked on that thing now. Completely hooked. My guess is that she can't do without the kid's participation in your sex life and hers any more than you can do without it. It's got little to do with your hard-ons and the way you screw her, anymore."
"You really think so? Look you might be right."
"You know I am, you silly. And there's another thing I didn't want to tell you before. I was afraid you wouldn't believe me and think I was just talking out of selfish motives."
"What's that?"
"All right,, here goes. Listen, Barney, what's this nonsense about tiring yourself out, spending yourself with me? How old are you now, for goodness sakes? Thirty-four? A man at his peak, I'd say. Remember how we used to screw, day and night sometimes, before we both got married? Why, there were weekends, when you used to be at college and I came to visit you, when we wouldn't get out of bed from the moment I arrived until the moment I left. I've never known you to take more than half an hour to get another cock stand, no matter how often you came before."
"That was then--"
"And now it should only be better. You should be able to control yourself, to make one fuck last twice or three times as long as when you were a kid yourself."
"You sound like you really believe it," chuckled Barney, flattered despite himself.
"You're the best lover I've ever had, Barney," she murmured now, her voice eager, convincing. "Barring none. You're even better than Jim, but we won't tell him, won't we?
"Oh, you know how many others I've tried. Your buddies, at college, and all. Well, didn't we always wind up together anyway?"
"We sure did."
"So you see? You're the best. It's all in your head, Barney. Something with Helen that stops you. She's a gorgeous girl, after all, and from what you've told me, she's pretty dam hot in bed, old-fashioned education or not.
"You're just boiling inside, Barney, because you think she's stopping you from being free, from doing things as you see them. That builds up resentment, and that's what used to spoil your lovemaking."
For a few minutes, they remained silent, Barney letting her words sink in.
"Sometimes I wonder," she said very softly "I wonder."
"What?"
Peggy sat up in her excitement, as she explained her theories to her brother.
"Look, I'm almost convinced that you're not making love to Helen so well, each time you've watched Marion jerk herself off, just because that excites you so much. Sure it does, and very much so, but if this excitement remains and if you can transfer it to your screwing of Helen, then I think it's because she lets you have your way, because she cooperates, and this makes your resentment against her disappear."
He still looked doubtful. She put her hands on his two shoulders as she leaned over him, speaking with an intense, almost trembling voice.
"Don't you see? I've gone through that-oh, yes, I have. I never told you, but for a while, after I got married to Jim, I was unable to enjoy it with him. Why, I would have thought I was becoming frigid, and this right after my honeymoon, if it hadn't been for the way I was still coming with you, each and every time you put it into me.
"You know what cured me? Remember, the first time Jim watched us? When he jumped on me, after you were through, and fucked the living daylights out of me?"
"Oh, yeah,-I remember. But hey, you sure had some orgasm that night."
"That's right, and it wasn't faked, either. It was the real thing all right, because there I had been doing something I had made him accept, in theory, from the very beginning, and this time I found out that he was with me all the way, that he wasn't just giving me a reluctant permission but that he loved me all the more simply because I was as I was, because of what you and I were doing together.
"I too had lost some of my freedom, and then I found out that I hadn't. That's really how simple it all was."
Then you think that my being so careful, I mean, saving my strength and all, when I came to see you, wasn't really necessary?"
"Of course not, my love, of course not," she sighed, letting herself fall down upon him. They kissed for a few, long, delicious minutes.
"Helen still doesn't know about me-how could you help resenting her?" she murmured at last.
"Because I'm hiding it? Because I'm afraid?"
"Yes. Because you don't trust her yet. You still aren't sure enough of her love to tell her everything. Make her really part of your life, and then you'll see."
"Why didn't you tell me all this before?"
"Because you weren't ready for it. You weren't facing the facts of your own needs yet, the need of getting us all together, of having it all out in the open. But now you do. You do, darling, and you'll succeed. I'll help you, you'll see."
Helen's education, you know--" he muttered, "her background, all that--"
"All that will have to be overcome, and together we shall do it. Hey, and what about Marion? Listen, your little girl sure takes after our side of the family, doesn't she? She'll be with us all the way too. All the way."
Barney chuckled, thinking of that lovely tomboy. Yes, his sister was right. Marion had never been able to see anything wrong in what was fun, in what gave pleasure without hurting anyone.
"You know what I think?" murmured Barney, running his right hand up and down his sister's back.
"Right this very minute?"
"Yup."
"Well," giggled Peggy, her slender fingers running down along his body, and finding his stiffly erected prick, "to judge by the way your little friend is acting up, you're thinking that you sure would like to screw me."
"Yup, that, and also that it won't hurt my capabilities later on. Especially not tonight."
"And why is that?"
"Because tonight, no, I won't talk about it. I'll tell you afterwards, if everything goes right. Right now though, right this very minute, baby--"
"Yes?" she murmured, her eyes narrowing to long, shiny slits, "what is it you want this very minute, Barney, tell sis what you want--"
"I want to stick that pecker of mine into that smelly warm cunny hole my baby sister keeps hidden between her legs-her pretty, pretty legs-I wanna rub it around in there-back and forth, until it spits and cries. Oh, baby, baby, come on me now, please, yes, oh, yes, yes, Peggy, oh, what have we been waiting for?"
She had begun impaling herself upon his rigid tool even while he was talking. Her face was radiating happiness, relief, fulfillment.. What did it matter that he knew how to satisfy her with his fingers, with his tongue? It still was no more than a foreplay, for they really found each other only like this, she with his fat, hard cock inside her, feeling his excitement, feeling the warmth of his come shooting into her when relief came. It always brought her to climax, no matter how many times she had already come.
I'll do it nice for you-like this-like this," she panted, bucking and grinding on him. Her hands were in his armpits and she was leaning over him, her full young breasts, still the breasts of a teenager, although she was now past thirty, pointing their large, hard nipples at his face so that he could suck on them.
When he did just that she began to moan, humping even harder, lifted into the dir by his responding, jumping body as he arched his back to get himself even deeper into her.
"Wow, that's it, that's the way," she panted, her lips curling away from her teeth when she felt him reach the innermost center of her being.
His hands were now on the breasts he had sucked, cupping them and kneading them, pushing them together, until he had his sister sitting up straight, her full weight, which was not too much, given her small size, bearing down on him as she rode him.
"Bang me-oh fuck me-pump me--" she screamed, lifting her face to the white fiber tiles on the ceiling. Yes, Jim had been wise to have their apartment soundproofed! It had been tough enough for Peggy, all throughout her childhood hears, to stifle her passionate cries of pleasure when she was doing it at home.
Here they could do anything! They were free, totally free, and if Jim was not at home this evening, if he had been held up at the office, they did not have to worry about his suddenly appearing at the door. He would do then as he had done so often before, he would take his cock out of his fly and give it to his young wife to suckle on until it became stiff, and then he would undress and wait quietly, stroking himself slowly, until his turn came.
He never was impatient, never unfriendly or inhospitable. More often than not he'd fix a drink for everybody, waiting until his brother-in-law and his wife had finished fucking before taking the first sip. After all, did he not have Peggy for himself during all of the night, every night, and was she not ready, at any time, to play with him?
"Fill me up-oh yes," she was groaning now, leaning forward, pushing his hands back, groping for her brother's lips with her own, feeling the quick, sharp stabs of his ejaculation shoot into her quivering body.
She was coming, of course. She always did when it happened. Her legs, her arms, every muscle in her body twitched, and when he wrapped his arms around her she moaned softly, letting her tongue mingle wetly with Barney's. They made love messily, and they loved it that way. As she had reached her peak, at the paroxysm of her orgasmic convulsions, Barney had pushed one finger deeply into her anus, tickling and teasing it. I must fuck her there next time, he promised himself.
Then her long, sighing "ahhhhhhhhtih...." signaled the end of her orgasm, and for a while longer they lay in each other's arms, catching their breath.
"You're gonna fuck 'em both tonight?" she asked at last.
"I'll try, baby-I'll try," he murmured, stroking her buttocks.
"Be decisive, Barney, put your foot down, and your tool in."
"I will-I promise," he chuckled.
"Is Marion still a virgin?"
"Oh yes-Helen has always been very careful, with her fingers. She never went in too deep."
"That's good. Tonight you can tell her to do just that. Let her open the kid for you."
"She? Why?"
"It'll be easier, you'll see. And it will make her your accomplice in the matter. She will be less likely to reproach you for it, ever."
Barney furrowed his brow. There was something about putting it into a virgin, something very special. To be the first one! And Marion was his little girl, his daughter. It would have been so marvelous-
"I know what you're thinking," smiled Peggy. "You want to be the one, don't you?"
"Why-yes. You can understand that, can't you?"
"Don't be a sap. You will be the first one, the first prick to go into her. But let Helen just open her a little, let her draw the first blood, when she rips the delicate membrane. It doesn't hurt too much that way, and then she'll be quite ready-to receive you, tight as you please. You'll see how tight she'll be! You just won't have to hurt her, that way. Not much, at least.
"You're gonna be gentle with my little niece, aren't you?"
The young woman giggled and shot him a knowing glance.
"What do you think? Of course I'll be gentle."
"Not everybody is. Remember how Mother used to be? She would never have helped." Barney turned his head sharply and looked into his sister's eyes. Was the confession about to be told?
"Oh you know-you know who did it for me, don't you?" she whispered. "You always knew it, I'm sure."
"I sort of-well, I guessed."
"You know how Daddy loved me, how tender he could be?"
"Yes."
"Well he wasn't that one time. He hurt me, oh Barney, Barney, did he hurt me!"
"But how? I mean, him, so gentle and all--" Barney couldn't imagine his father in the role of an overexcited male, going at his daughter without any consideration.
"When did it happen?"
"When you had your appendix out. Don't you remember? Mother was at the hospital with you, on that first day and on the second one. All day long. Daddy stayed home from work, but she didn't know that, of course."
"I remember! Mom said something about your looking pale afterwards, she made some joke, I think, about appendicitis not being contagious."
"Yeah, well I didn't have anesthesia, like you," chuckled Peggy. "But I held still. Very still, believe me."
"How could you?"
"With my legs tied to the bedposts, how could I not?"
"He did that?"
"He asked me if I had any objections. But I said it was okay. You see, what he had done, was he had gone down on me all morning. While they were cutting you open, he was slipping his tongue into my little pussy, at home, making me so damn excited that I would have said yes to just about anything."
"Had he done it before?"
"No, that was the first time. On the table, in the kitchen. I was sitting on it, that is, and he was on his chair, just licking away, leaning forward, with his elbows on the tabletop. He was feeling ashamed at first, terribly ashamed, but I would have done anything for Daddy."
"But you were only ten, when I had my appendix out," remembered Barney.
"So what? Marion was only ten when you started on her, wasn't she?"
"I didn't start anything yet. She's older now. Almost twelve."
"And that's a good age, believe me. Ten was really a little young. Daddy couldn't even get it in all the way, after popping my cherry, and he wound up fucking me in the ass."
"What? He cornholed you? So young?"
"Oh yes, and by the way, that's something you ought to remember for Marion. Even at that age, there's nothing to prevent a prick from going all the way in. There are yards and yards of bowels, after all, but a cunt, when you reach the end, you reach the end. There's no more."
"But-but the tightness--"
"Very resilient. Very stretchable. And afterwards, it all goes back into place," she laughed. Almost as if she were doing it absent-mindedly, Peggy was running her hand over her brother's crotch, feeling his prick as hardness returned to it.
"Did you cry?" asked Barney.
"Well-I know I didn't make much noise. Not with Daddy's big hand over my mouth. He really kept me in line that day! But would you believe it? He made me come nevertheless. That's why I could forgive him everything. He just got carried away, that's all."
"Gee, I hope I won't do it like that with Marion," shuddered Barney, ill at ease because the mere thought of tying his girl's ankles to the bedposts had aroused him. But anyway, Helen would be there, she'd stop him, even if he didn't. For now though, he wanted to know more. He wanted all that he had only guessed to be confirmed.
"I don't really like to talk about it, not about that first time at least," she murmured when he pressed her. "Later it was better of course, and by the time I was twelve-well, you know how I went after you."
"Yeah, I sure remember. By the way, did you tell him? Did he know? I never suspected-
"Did he know?" Peggy chuckled softly. "Why, he put me up to it. He told me just exactly how to go about it all."
"You're kidding!"
"No, I'm not. I guess you never thought he would, did you? Or that he used to watch us through the keyhole, or that I used to finish with him what I had started with you, after you went to sleep? Oh Barney, Barney, my darling, please tell me that you don't mind-that you're not angry--"
"N-nooo-I'm not angry," he murmured. Somehow it had not occurred to him that he and his father were her lovers simultaneously. Certainly this had been something he had blocked out. But of course it would have been logical-
"I learned so much from him, you see. And that's how I was able to teach you. Only Mother never found out. She still thinks of Dad as a saint, even to this day."
"Well he was," said Barney in an almost defensive manner. "He was a good man, all his life. You can't say he wasn't, just because he hurt you that one time."
"I don't say it. Especially since he made it up to me afterwards, being so nice and kind and all. Do you know that I don't remember having ever jerked off, in my entire life? Daddy had a secret sign between us, you see, so that every time I felt like doing it, like having something between my legs, he knew it. I used to scratch the bridge of my nose, and then he would take me aside at the very first opportunity, sometimes even in a closet or in the bathroom, and if Mother was in the house, if there really wasn't time for him to fuck me, then he'd just kneel down and stick his tongue up my twat. He did it so well, he could make me come in five minutes at the most, but usually it didn't even take that long."
"You never told me," murmured Barney. "How come that today--"
"That's why," she laughed suddenly, pulling back the blanket from his body so that his prick shot up, standing vertically, throbbing and ready for action.
"It hasn't been half an hour yet, see? Are you still worried about tonight? Worried that you won't get a hard-on?"
"No, baby," he laughed softly.
"And I told you the story for another reason. Marion doesn't have a wonderful brother, she isn't as lucky as I was. So be nice to her, be everything to her, and don't hurt her. Let Helen start her up, darling. Let her open her for you, let her do it with a mother's tender fingers. In that respect at least, Marion is luckier than I was. She has a mother who understands."
Barney nodded. Yes, as always, his sister was right. He would be gentle with Marion as well as with Helen. And he would not rush either of them but guide them, step by step, to the greatest pleasures they had ever experienced.
At least these were his resolutions, now that he kissed Peggy once more and went to gather up his clothing from the floor.
CHAPTER THREE
All through dinner, Barney noticed that Marion was trying to arouse him with her eyes, with the way she moved her shoulders and her arms, each time she reached across the table for butter, for salt, for a lot more things than she actually needed.
Oh, she knew the effect she had on her father by now, she was old enough to understand. When Daddy looked at her, his prick became stiff, that was the way it was, and it was normal. And when she did certain things with her body, when she smiled in a certain way, moistening her lips with her tongue, he became stiff a lot quicker. These were not things Marion had to be told. The woman in her, emerging at last, knew it intuitively.
"Look how hard her nipples are tonight," smiled Barney, patting his wife's arm.
"Well-she's been waiting for you. We've all been waiting for you. You really shouldn't be late on a Wednesday!"
"Yeah-why were you late Daddy?" the child wanted to know. "I got all my homework done an hour ago!"
"One of these days, darling," said her mother, "she'll just start jerking off before you get back."
Barney gave his wife a sharp look. It was not right, he felt, that she, Marion's mother, should suggest such a thing, such a breach of discipline. Or was it she who had become so impatient that she was beginning to think of taking the girl to bed with her before he came home? No, that would not do, not at all. Peggy was right, the time had come to go all the way.
"Oh Daddy, tell me-what were you thinking of on the way home?" asked Marion, cocking her head to the side and giving him her most whorish look. He smiled. After all this time, after doing it three times a week, she still did not get tired of hearing him say it.
True, Barney varied it each time. He was inventive, and it wasn't difficult. There were so many things about that kid he could have thought about, had he not been with his sister!
"This time baby, I was thinking of you just as you are, in that dirty T-shirt of yours. And the cut-off denims, with your round knees sticking out."
"Not as a princess?" she smiled.
"Naw, not since last winter. Not since you started wearing these things. You see, I was thinking of you, slowly taking down your shorts there, standing next to the bed while Mommy and I are sucking each other off. And then you were turning around and shoving one finger into your asshole, showing us how you were doing it. It was going in and out, in and out, nice and smooth."
"Were you very excited, Daddy?" she murmured.
"Oh yes, very much so! You do have such a lovely backside-And finally I thought I'd just kneel over your mother's face and milk myself off into her open mouth. Then you'd watch and make yourself come."
"What about my T-shirt? Wouldn't I be taking that off too?"
"No, you'd still have it on. Just pulled up in front a little, and you'd even wear socks. White socks, just over your ankles."
"But I'd be tickling my cunt to make myself come, wouldn't I?" she wanted to know.
"Both your little pussy and your sweet, tiny shit hole at the same time, sweetheart. With both hands!"
"Oh Daddy, Daddy," she squealed, slapping her hands, "did you really think about all that?"
"I sure did," he lied and laughed.
"Can I come and sit on your lap?" she asked. "Oh-you better not," murmured Helen. "You know-I mean, not when your father is excited. It's better now--"
"Oh but Mommy, he's always excited when I sit on his lap! I can feel it, you see."
Helen gave her husband a reproachful look. It was a tacit understanding between them, or at least it had always been one, that he would not touch the girl when excited. One thing could lead to another-and then who knows where it might all end?
The apprehension in Helen's eyes decided her husband to attempt an experiment, to test her true reluctance to give in, should he indeed wish to put his plan into effect.
"Oh well, since she knows I can't keep my prick down when she's around me, darling, why be hypocritical about it? Or am I never supposed to touch or kiss my own daughter again, like all other fathers do, just because I happen to get a little hot for her?"
"Oh honey-I don't know," Helen hesitated, and that was enough. Enough for Marion in any case, for she was coming around the table now, and with a delightful little expression of mischievousness, her mouth open in a wide grin and the tip of her red little tongue at the corner of her lips, she climbed on her father's knees.
"All right, darling, just settle down and don't rub around on it! No need to take advantage now," murmured Helen.
"There was yet another thing I was thinking about, something we could do one of these days, to really make you come nicely," said Barney softly, quickly glancing at his wife.
"What's that, Daddy-tell me."
"Well, you could be kneeling on the floor, like you do sometimes, looking at my prick grow real hard while you jerk yourself off. You know, with me sitting on the edge of the bed, and perhaps Mommy stroking my thing a little-but now you could just lean forward a bit, just a bit more-and then, with your tongue, right over the glans, you know, where you can feel the tiny hole at the tip--"
"Barney-stop it!" Helen's voice was quite firm, and she reached out to grab the little girl's wrist, pulling her off her husband's lap with a rather gruff yank.
"But why? I mean what's the matter, Helen?"
"You know exactly what I mean, Barney. We'll talk about it later. But you are not going to put ideas into that child's head. Not those ideas!"
Barney felt frustration and impatience gripping his throat. He had had a rather good, graphic description in mind, and now she was going to spoil it!
"Helen," he sighed, "will you never grow up? Tell me something, when this child watches us copulate, when she masturbates at the same time, right there in front of us, getting excited from watching, and we are exciting each other while watching her, don't you think there are ideas in her head I don't even have to put there in the first place?"
"Yes, Mommy, there are lots of ideas," murmured Marion, looking down to the floor. She obviously couldn't quite understand why her parents seemed to argue.
"What ideas?" her mother wanted to know.
"Oh, I just imagine that I'm there, instead of you. I often think Daddy is fucking me-and then when I imagine his juice coming out, going up into my pussy-well, that's when I come."
Barney grinned, delighted and triumphant. As for Helen, she looked troubled, and worse. Tears had come to her eyes and seemed ready to gush forth.
"My little girl, oh my little girl," she whispered. "Not with Daddy? Your own daddy?"
"Why not?" asked Marion, her eyes big with surprise. "Some day you're gonna fuck me, Daddy, won't you? Some day when I'm big enough."
"What ever gave you that notion, child?" whispered Helen, aghast.
"Gee, I don't know-I just always thought so," she whispered back, impressed now by her mother's clearly shown revulsion, and she shrugged that innocent but emphatic shrug of childhood, her shoulders coming right up to her ears.
"You see-you see what's happened?" asked Helen, turning to Barney, the shrillness of hysteria present in her voice.
"Calm down, baby-calm down," he said, shaking his head. He had not realized how unready for it all she really was, after all. He would have to start all over again, catch her at a better moment. Yes, he would have to proceed slowly.
"Aw come on, Helen, don't carry on now," he said, "don't give it another thought! Hey, why don't you come and sit on my knees, if you don't want Marion there?"
The anger, the sadness, were disappearing from her eyes. That grateful, adoring smile he had really married her for, was there again.
"Oh Barney," she murmured, doing as she was told, hugging him and licking his lips. "Oh you mustn't give me such a fright any more. I mean Marion! Our little girl!"
Didn't she realize that she was going much further than she would allow him to go? That she had been touching the girl for two years now, touching her and enjoying her at the same time, with juice coming out of her cunt? Was Helen really lying to herself to such an extent?
He would have to start there. Yes', Helen first, she was the one who had to get in touch with her own feeling, who had to realize what was happening to her when she held her daughter in her arms. Then, when she faced the truth, she would be less critical of him, less likely to judge and to recoil in horror at the mere thought of the thing! Tonight he would rub her nose in it, figuratively, but perhaps physically.
When they got up from the table, when Helen took the girl's hand to take her to the bathroom where they would both get ready for bed, Marion found time to turn back, looking for her father over her shoulder, and unseen by her mother she quickly pulled her T-shirt up above her nipples, showing them to him, and at the same time she flicked out her little tongue a few times in a most suggestive manner.
If this was not an invitation for sucking her breasts, Barney didn't know what it was. He had longed to touch them for quite a while now, those lovely little mounds of a twelve-year-old, barely rising, yet frill enough to lie softly in a man's hand. Her pink nipples, he had noted, were turgid, gorged with blood.
Barney chuckled to himself as he rose from the table, feeling the hardness of his prick rub against the inside of his trousers. Well, his sister had certainly been right about one thing, he wasn't as delicate as he had thought he was!
He showered in the second bathroom, carefully avoiding to touch his prick more than was necessary, so as not to be tempted into a premature masturbation. Then he went into the bedroom, where his wife and his daughter were already waiting for him.
Both lay naked on the bed, on. their backs, and for the time being they were not touching yet. Helen was reading a magazine, sitting up, and Marion was looking at it over her shoulder.
But when the door opened, when the girl saw her father standing before her, naked, his prick pointing straight at her, she immediately let herself slide down and pulled up both her legs, showing him the almost hairless little twat and the asshole at the same time. As if this were not enough, she was holding herself open with her fingers, pulling so hard that the pink inside of her twat was exposed, including the minuscule little hole in the middle.
Barney uttered a little grunt and his hand flew to his cock. He gave it a couple of quick strokes and Helen looked up, put her magazine down, on the night table, and smiled at him.
"Check on her pussy," he murmured, and Helen knelt up and pulled one of the girl's legs toward her.
Barney's eyes roamed over both of them. How pretty Helen really was! Certainly, from the way she was developing, Marion would someday grow up to have her mother's lovely figure; the slender, yet soft arms; the high, firm breasts; the long graceful neck.
With a smile on her lips, Helen leaned over her daughter and repeated the gestures she had practiced three times weekly, for almost two years now. She moved her index finger up and down Marion's slit, as if to check for moisture, but she kept it up much longer than would have been necessary for such investigation.
Barney knelt on the bed, behind Helen, and began stroking her, kissing her in the neck as he usually did, but this time with perhaps a little more passion than normally, with an intention that had never been there before.
Normally he waited until she had had her fill of caressing the girl before pulling her around to him and really getting to work on her, winding up copulating while the kid finished herself off. But this time he slipped his hand down, between Helen's buttocks, and began masturbating her, fiddling with her twat with the express purpose of getting her as much aroused as possible.
Obviously pleased, Helen began to sigh and squirm a little, her hand, between Marion's legs, moving a little faster. As for the girl, she was squirming too, bending her legs at the knees, kicking out again and pulling them up once more.
Barney loved the way the two females were sighing now, those deep, almost guttural sighs that seemed to wrench themselves from their breasts.
"You're getting hot, baby, aren't you getting hot?" he murmured into his wife's ear.
"Oh Barney-oh-the way you're doing it--" she muttered.
Barney shoved his middle finger up against his wife's anus. He had been paying much attention to her rear entrance lately and Helen had definitely developed a taste for the thing. Her rectum had become quite sensitive.
"Oh stick it in," she whispered, bending forward over the girl. "Stick it into me--" The finger came crawling up into her welcoming asshole.
Helen seemed to falter, and suddenly she was falling on the bed, on the child, their bodies touching more intimately than at other times, while the mother's hand continued to work hard.
When Marion clung to the woman, this time reaching up and throwing her little arms around her mother's neck and hugging her fiercely, Helen did not ward her off. Quickly Barney began to work her with both hands, stimulating not only her anus but her vulva too, at the same time.
"Don't-make-me-come-yet--" said Helen. She was panting, and Barney slowed down just a little.
Helen seemed not to notice that her daughter was nuzzling her now, the small, moist mouth searching to make contact with her mother's lips. She did not stop fingering the pubescent child, but neither did she give in and turn to her fully.
Barney was fully aware of the struggle that, was probably taking place within his wife's heart. He had never before masturbated her so deeply and so vigorously, while she in turn was jerking off their daughter. Most certainly the excitement that he caused her and that which she had been feeling for a long time now, although subconsciously, for the girl, became mixed up and merged into one and the same thing within her.
Barney, when he caught Marion's eye, gave her an encouraging little wink and nodded his head briefly. She seemed to understand. With something bordering on sexual rage, she struggled now to seize her mother's lips. At last she succeeded and Helen whimpered.
"No-oh no-oh my baby," she wailed, as the child's tongue raced across her lips and stabbed into her mouth, against her teeth which she now clenched.
Still, she continued to stroke the girl's clit, her finger vibrating laterally across it now, when she could easily have terminated the whole thing by simply getting off the bed. She was caught up in the game now, caught up as she had never been before, to her husband this was quite clear.
With his lust mounting to an almost unbearable level, he observed his wife's passion progress, saw her overcome with it gradually, slowly, as her teeth finally unclenched and her mouth admitted the fretting, searching tongue of her child.
Barney and Helen had always waited until later, had always started to copulate only once the girl was on her own, was either standing by the bed, looking at them and masturbating, or was sitting down in an armchair, well in view, having herself. But this time it was just too much, he was too excited. His middle finger was all the way up in his wife's asshole now, and that was where he was attracted.
"I'm gonna cornhole you, baby," he said in a whisper, "right here and now!"
"Nggggmmmnnggg--" whimpered Helen, as she struggled feebly against his powerful hands, seizing her by the arms, from behind, and turning her, forcing her down, so that she could no longer avoid making contact with Marion all the way down her body. She was almost completely lying down on the young girl when Barney forced the passage, slipping his penis up into her shit hole. He entered her slowly and while he did so her surrender became complete.
With a little sob catching in her throat, a last protest against her own irrepressible lust, she bore down off Marion and this time returned her oral caresses, stuffing her tongue deeply down into the girl's mouth.
Marion reared up as far as she could, spreading out her legs and pushing her pelvis up against her mother's vulva. Her tender arms clung to the woman, her belly rubbed and pounded, and when her father had penetrated her mother completely she, in turn, moved one hand down, forcing it into the space between the two touching cunts and began jerking off her mother.
If anything, Marion was even better at it than Helen had ever been. Those small, delicate fingers seemed to know just exactly what to do, where to touch, where to rub hard and where to caress gently.
"Oh nooo-nooo--" Helen almost screamed, finally rebelling against the incestuous gesture, trying to lift her head up, away from the girl's face.
"Oh Mommy-Mommy--" whispered the little girl, "I love you sooo much!"
"Oh noooo--" shuddered Helen again, but there was tenderness, infinite tenderness in her sigh this time, and when Barney's hand, in the back of her neck, once more forced her head down she did not resist.
As Barney pumped, picking up speed, shoving his prick up into his wife's asshole, their bodies shifted until he really was on top, smack in the middle, with her lying between Marion's widely spread legs.
Barney's shoves were pushing her down upon the child, and it was quite obvious that both mother and daughter would be climaxing within minutes.
While Marion was jerking off her mother with her right hand, her left arm still remained around her neck, soft, with a little blonde baby-down on it, white and tempting. It was just within Barney's reach now, and for the first time in full conscience he kissed his child by opening his mouth wide and gluing it to her forearm, just below the wrist. He felt his prick swell even more, inside Helen's bowels, he moved his tongue back and forth against the girl's infinitely tender skin and then his ejaculation exploded. There was no longer any way for him to hold it back.
Marion, at that very instant, did something to her mother, with her fingers, moving them in such a manner that she brought about Helen's climax almost instantly. The young woman bucked and kicked, this time clinging to her child, almost crushing her with the fierceness of her embrace, and kissing her blindly, wildly, she jerked up and down until the mere pounding of her cunt against Marion's pelvis provoked her climax too.
After her orgasm had ebbed away, Helen was strangely silent and immobile. She had buried her face in the pillow, next to Marion's face, and she lay there without moving, without speaking.
Barney withdrew his prick slowly and Marion smiled, craning her neck to see the slime-covered, dripping prick emerge. Again she licked her lips in that suggestive manner of hers and .her father smiled at her. Soon, very soon, that smile seemed to promise. Soon you'll be getting your daddy's big lollipop to suck!
He then stroked the back of his wife's head but she seemed to want to escape his contact, forcing her face further down into the pillow.
"Hey," said Marion suddenly, her eyes round with surprise, "I think Mommy's crying! Why are you crying Mommy?" And indeed, Barney felt the slight, almost imperceptible twitching of her shoulders when he held them in his hand.
"Baby-hey, baby," he called softly, but Helen quickly shook her bed as if to signify that she wanted to be left alone.
"Hey-easy now," he purred into her ear, straining as he tried to force her to face him, pulling on her left shoulder.
Barney now turned to his daughter and smiled at her.
"I've got to talk to your mother, darling-for just a little while, so will you please-just a couple of minutes, you be a nice girl and go to your room now."
"But later--" she piped up.
"Later we shall continue. It'll be even better than this, you'll see. You just trust Daddy now, won't you?"
Marion nodded and, when her father pulled firmly on Helen's shoulder, she quickly slipped out and off the bed. With a last, coquettish look at him, she trotted off on her bare feet, her bouncy little ass turning the corner and disappearing in the corridor.
"Helen, darling," murmured Barney now, "gee, that was lovely, wasn't it-? My, you were coming so violently this time--"
He had succeeded in forcing her to look at him. Yes, there were tears, real tears in her eyes now.
"Ohhhh-Barney--" she was finally able to whisper.
"What, love?"
"I'm so ashamed, Barney-oh, what have I done?"
"Now really! What have you done indeed? We've made love, that's all and it was just superb!"
"I made love with you and-and-and with my own daughter--"
For a moment longer she stared at him, swallowing hard, and then the floodgates opened. Hiding her face in her hands, doubled over as she sobbed, ignoring her husband's whispered endearments and the long, stroking movements of his hand down her spine, she uttered muffled words in a choking voice, "Uhhh-uh-I've done it now-I've done it--"
"Easy there, easy," he tried to soothe her, but suddenly she turned on him, viciously, her pretty face almost ugly with sudden hatred and anger.
"You!" she hissed. "It's you-you who has gotten me to do it-little by little, working on me, tempting me-you have made me do it, Barney, you sure have, turning me into a-a--"
She was unable to go on, and now she threw herself down once more, burying her head in the pillow and pulling a second one over it, bawling away like a little girl herself. When Barney touched her gently on the shoulder she twitched and kicked her feet furiously.
"Now, that's enough," he said, feeling anger rise at last. "Enough, enough, enough! You're acting like a child. You're a grown woman, girl, d'you hear me? Nobody makes you do a damn thing, nobody, you finally do just exactly what you want, and don't you forget it!
"Why, this isn't just from today, you know. What do you think? I've watched you for months and months now, and don't you come telling me that you didn't get excited over that little brat right from the very beginning! Oh, you sure loved touching her twat, honey, you sure loved it, and I was just waiting for the moment when you couldn't hold back any longer, when you'd lose your head and stick your finger right smack into her, when you'd pop her little cherry just to see what it felt like!"
"Monster!" she screeched into the pillow, her voice muffled.
"Monster shit! Because I don't want to be a hypocrite like you? Why, you little bitch, you were sure dripping between the legs, a little while ago, and now you're feeling guilty and want to take it out on me? Oh no you don't, you better learn to take your share of responsibility! And I'll take mine. Are you listening to me?" Her buttocks twitched as she tried to thrust herself deeper into the mattress of the bed, to escape his accusing words.
"Are you listening, bitch?" he yelled once more, and losing his temper for good now he did the one thing he had never done before in his life, the thing he had never thought himself capable of doing. He lifted his hand, palm open, high above his head and brought it down with all his strength, smacking Helen's left ass cheek resoundingly.
The effect was startling. Her sobs were cut off instantly and she lay perfectly still while five red fingers appeared slowly in outline on the fine, delicate skin of her ass. Barney's fingers smarted, he had struck her so forcefully. How could she just lie still?
Her right buttock was beckoning. It just didn't match the left one any more, all pale and smooth. Deliberately, slowly, he raised his hand again.
"Ouch-" It was almost a meek, humble little complaint she uttered when the blow hit its mark. All her muscles seemed to be relaxed now. The arms, tense in their effort to press the top pillow's comers against her ears were lying loosely on the sheets.
Again he slapped her ass, not quite as hard this time, feeling strangely excited now that his anger had vented itself and it was only an experiment. A few more pats on the left side, and then a few on the right, and then her ass began to move. It was a slow movement, a swell that rose and fell, a gentle, almost tentative thrusting into softness of the bed, beneath Helen's belly.
Watching the movement, just watching it, Barney felt his cock rise slowly, steadily. So soon again? He was deeply surprised.
"Helen-are you listening to me?" he asked her once more, but his voice was no longer quite steady. Then he clamped his fingers around both her arms and slowly, pulling on them, lifted her to him.
Helen's back arched and she moaned softly. When he leaned forward to look at her he saw that her eyes were closed. There were tears drying on her cheeks but her expression was one of strange, serene bliss.
"You liked it, didn't you, bitch?" he murmured, close to her ear.
"Monster--" she whispered, but there was no anger in her voice left either.
"I'll hit you again--" he threatened, but the chuckle that was trembling in his throat did not make it sound very ominous.
"You still don't know what a slut you really are, Helen, do you?" he said softly. "A slut. Yup. That's what you are. Will you admit it now, that you enjoy watching your kid have herself? That you like seeing her getting herself off? That you like it even better when you do it for her? Will you admit that you want more, a hell of a lot more?"
"More? Oh nooo-oh Barney-not more--" she babbled, limp in his arms as he pulled her to him. One of his hands moved into her crotch and he was not too surprised to find it hot and wet.
"Yes, more-everything. You want to do it to her with your mouth, not just with your fingers! Why, you'd eat that hairless little pussy of hers, you'd slurp it up as if it was a raw oyster!"
"Oh don-don't say such things--" she murmured, her head falling backwards over his arm as he held her. Softly he kissed the long, slender throat, running his tongue up to her chin, to her mouth, dipping it into it as it opened to his kiss.
"Like this-like this--" he murmured, slurping noisily, "that's how you want to do it to her. Oh, I know, because I too have been dreaming of it!"
Helen's eyes opened slowly. There were strangely brilliant now.
"Barney-what are we doing-what are we saying--"
"The truth-the fuckin' truth, that's all!"
"You-you want everything, don't you?"
"Everything, that's right!"
"You want to make love to her, Barney-I know-I always knew it would happen-oh, Barney--"
"Oh Barney shit! Sure I want to make love to her, I want to wedge my big fat prick into that little slit and pump until she comes, until it squirts! With you holding her legs open for me, that's what I want!"
"With me holding-? Oh no Barney-no, no, nooooo! You mean holding her all the time, while you fuck? By the ankles?"
"Yes, yes-so that you'll be ready-ready when the time comes--"
"Ready for what, Barney-for what-? Tell me, tell me!" Helen's voice had risen into a shrill little whimper as she twisted and jerked up and down in his arms, as his hand moved into her, searching, digging.
"Ready to go down on her, to suck the come I'd shoot into her twat right out of it again! You drink it straight from the faucet, don't you? Well you'll love it from her box-from Marion's little cunt!"
"Uhhh-uhhh-stop it-don't say it. You're gonna make me come with all that-please-oh don't-oh do-oh please."
He had her where he wanted her. Smiling down at her perspiration-covered face, more beautiful than ever in its passion, he pursed his lips and uttered that long, low whistle that never failed to bring Marion to him on the run. He was quite sure that she had listened at the door all this time, that she had taken in every single Word, and when the door opened wide and she stumbled in her hurry to join her parents on the bed, he was not surprised.
The kid's eyes were shining with excitement. Oh yes, she had heard it all!
At the foot of the bed she stopped, licking her lips and staring at her father's right hand, doing it's ritual dance between her mother's widely spread legs.
"Don't touch," hissed Barney when she moved her hand down over her belly, but his smile, at the same time, told her that she would not be deprived for long.
And then he decided to put her to a test. Why not try everything? Why not turn things around, upside-down? Helen was almost on the point of coming from his constant, steady masturbation, and she would be in no condition to defend herself. The question was only whether the girl was ready. Whether she would not chicken out at the last minute. Searchingly he looked into those blue, pensive eyes, and he smiled.
"Here," he murmured, "here little kitten-here's something for you!"
He was half sitting up now, with Helen leaning against him, facing the child, her crotch wide open. Barney took his finger out of her cunt and for a very brief instant held it out, just under the girl's nose. For a second she looked startled, her nostrils flared slightly and then her eyes closed and she stuck out her tongue. Slowly, lovingly, she licked his finger.
"That's my girl," he grinned, and firmly he grabbed hold of both of his wife's thighs, leaning over her, wrapping his arms around them from below, and then he held her as she was, opened and offered.
"Get it, little kitten, come and get the goodies."
Helen, momentarily frustrated by the removal of his pumping finger, was twitching in his arms and moaning softly. Her eyes were closed and she had missed everything.
"Barney, oh, Barney, oh, please," she groaned. And then the child knelt down at the foot of the bed, smiling and looking at the twitching twat before her, at the slightly gaping hole in the middle, with the whitish, sticky cream oozing all over it.
"Daddy?" whispered Marion. "If I do it, will you fuck me finally?" He nodded and she lunged.
"What? Oh, Barney, oh nooo, oh you mustn't let her," Helen screeched, panicky and struggling what he hoped would be the last struggle before total surrender. But then Marion's pointed little tongue ran up the crack, right to the clitoris, and then her lips fastened on it and she was uttering little grunts of pleasure as she sucked her mother's little button. With both hands she went for the cunt below, for that hole she had seen, stuffing as many of her little fingers into it as she possibly could.
"Ahhhh," groaned Helen, all the fight seeping out of her. Once more she went limp in her husband's arms, abandoning herself to what the young girl was doing to her.
"She's doing you any good, baby?" he wanted to know. "Is she gonna turn out to be a good little cunt sucker?"
"Ahhh, ahhh." Long, drawn-out sighs were all the answer he could get out of his wife. She was in another dimension right now, from surrender going over to fretful twitching, to little heavings of her abdomen, to kicking her feet up into the air as the child's caress prolonged itself.
"Good little girl," her father smiled at her, "you're doing fine now. Oh, yes, yes, lemme see, oh, terrific, you're gonna be good with me too, aren't you? You're going to take me like that, will you?"
For just a little moment Marion lifted her face, glistening with her mother's cream, up to him.
"I'm gonna suck your cock, Daddy," she gurgled happily, and then her head bowed once more.
"She's inside me, oh yes, she's right inside me now," whispered Helen all of a sudden, and Barney looked down at her with surprise. She was articulating as if her life depended on the clarity of her words.
"You wanna know what she's doing to me? Do you Barney? You wanna know exactly, oh yes, yes, she's sticking her tongue up into my fuck hole now-way inside, and she's pinching my clitty with her fingers. Not too hard, not too soft, just right."
"Our girl is gonna make her mommy come now. Did you know that, Barney? Oh, yes, yes, she's gonna make her mommy come, in just another second, come, come, come, come, COOOMMMEEE."
The beautiful young woman's body twisted and convulsed as she arched her back, every muscle tensing. From in between her thighs there came the wet, squishy, slurping sound of the child's fretting tongue, of her panting as she worked herself into breathlessness.
"Coooming, coooming, I'm coooming," whimpered Helen, while Marion puffed her cheek. She was blowing hot air into her mother's cunt, and pressing her mouth against it, she allowed it to seep out with a loud, farty sound.
"My baby, oh my baby, sweet little baby," gushed Helen when it was over, when Marion had climbed on the bed and when her husband had at last released her legs. She was all over the giggling, squealing kid, tickling and kissing her from head to toe.
"Oh, what you did to your mommy, oh, you, little sex pot!"
Barney looked at them, smiling to himself, wondering only how long it would take his wife to start feeling guilty again. He had to beat the iron while it was hot. She was good for quite a few more orgasms that evening, this much was evident.
"Now you might as well open her for me," he said, remembering his sister's advice. "You do it. That's right, just push your finger a little harder this time, and you, baby, hold still and let you mommy do it, nice and gentle, my little kitten, make a nice little spot for Daddy to shove his prick in."
Helen began to whimper, frowning as she masturbated Marion with mounting energy, and Barney could tell she was struggling with herself once more. But if she wanted to stop herself now, it was too late, she no longer could control her lust.
"Go ahead, Mommy, go, do it," whispered the little girl. "You're not hurting me, push it in, Mommy, just a little harder, oh, yes, yes, Mommy, so that Daddy can fuck me good and hard."
Marion's face was flushed and her eyes were feverish with desire. It had been a long time, and she was working herself up into an orgasm. When she cried out at last, lifting her legs up high, exposing her tiny anus below the woman's moving hand, Helen cried out with her. And at the same time she pushed, pushed with two fingers entering the child, and at the peak of Marion's orgasm she was deflowered manually.
It was really something!
Helen looked at her blood-stained fingers and for a moment she just stared, not moving, not speaking.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hey, Mom, hey, it's okay," whispered Marion at her side, kneeling up and wrapping her arms around her. Then she pressed her cheek against Helen's.
"It didn't hurt one bit, Mommy, really, it didn't."
Slowly Helen turned to look at her child's eyes. Blue, limpid, smiling they were. So open, so loving too.
"My baby," she whispered.
"Was it? Didn't I hurt you?" whispered the woman. Marion shook her head and smiled. And then, with the impulsiveness of her age, she reached out to put one arm around her father's neck and pulled both her parents together in her arms.
"Oh, I love you so much, you Mommy, and you, Daddy, you sure are the best parents anybody has ever had." There was sincerity in her words, so deep and total that even Barney had to swallow hard.
"We love you too, my darling, with all our hearts," she murmured. Quickly she turned to him and kissed his mouth, then moved her face back and forcefully pushed them together. Just before Barney's lips touched Helen's he noticed that she was beginning to smile again.
Her tongue was sweet in his mouth, sweet and gentle, and it was telling him more with this kiss than with a thousand words. It was saying that she wanted to accept him the child, herself, for what they were and for what they had come to mean to each other. That she was ready to accept physical, naked animal desire, together with the love. That she no longer wanted to bury her head in the sand like an ostrich, that she wanted to come alive with the two people on Earth she loved most.
"We're going to wash you up a little, Marion," she finally murmured.
In the bathroom, they had somehow succeeded in climbing into the tub, all three of them together, Marion between her parents, they with washcloths and soap going to work on her, far beyond what was needed. It was just for the pleasure of running their soapy hands over those smooth shoulders, over the back and the budding breasts of the laughing, giggling girl.
"You sure got nice little nipples now," said her father, trying unsuccessfully to hunch himself down far enough to reach them with his lips. Marion stuck out her chest, trying to make it easier, but it still didn't work. Then she doubled up, giggling and splashing, for her mother's hands had begun to scrub her twat.
"Nice little pussy," murmured Helen, sitting behind her in the water, "smooth, sweet little pussy, oh, we'll get it nice and clean now," and she ran her soap up and down the little slit, then discarded it and continued with her fingers only.
"Shush now," laughed the young woman, coming up from underneath and letting her finger slide up from the anus to the clitoris, going right in between Marion's legs. The girls twitched and turned and Marion turned her face around to her mother.
"Kiss me, Mommy, kiss me when you fiddle with my pussy."
"You can't wait, can you?" laughed Helen.
"You're all itchy for it, aren't you?" But she would not kiss her.
"You go and kiss your daddy now, just think how long he's been waiting for it. You do it nice now, with your tongue and all, just like you did it to me before."
"Oh, Helen, you don't have to tell her. Just watch," smiled Barney. His prick was sticking up furiously, demanding attention, but he was in control of himself nevertheless. And before kissing the girl, really for the first time in that way, deliberately, wanting her and knowing that he would have her, he reached out and touched his index finger to her lips.
Marion smiled up at him and nibbled on that finger. Her father caressed her lips and then, when she opened her mouth a little more, her tongue.
"What are you doing, honey?" asked Helen. She brought her arms up and around the girl, her hands cupping the little breasts and squeezing them tenderly.
"It's funny," murmured Barney. "Like a cunt, in a way, that mouth of hers. Soft, warm, wet, to touch it and to put my finger into it makes me want to fuck it."
"Oh, Barney!" Helen's exclamation, he realized, was playful rather than anything else. No, she was through reproaching him for anything. There was too much pleasure at stake for her now, and finally she knew it.
Her father's finger explored Marion's mouth and she sucked on it, her eyes smiling at him.
"You'd let me stick my prick into there?" asked Barney with a smile. "You really would?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy, yes," she whispered when he had removed his hand. "Just like I've seen you do it with Mommy."
"But you know what else she does, don't you?" he asked her.
"What?"
"Oh, you know, when Daddy's fat pecker starts spitting out what's inside, you know what Mommy does."
"She swallows it, doesn't she?" grinned the child. Her daddy was nodding at her and she giggled.
"I'll swallow your come, Daddy, oh, I shall, you'll see."
"Oh, my darlings," groaned Barney, overcome with desire, "I can't take any more, you'll just have to do it to me now, baby, right now, here in the tub, I mean, just look at it, look at what you've done to it, the two of you." Barney lifted himself out of the water, sitting on the edge of the tub and looking down at the object which was giving him so much trouble.
Standing up at forty-five degrees, between his legs, his prick seemed thicker, longer, stiffer than Helen had ever seen it before. The purplish, turgid glans was glistening with the bath water on it, reminding her somehow of a clenched fist, ready to strike.
"It's too big, isn't it?" she murmured, leaning forward and staring at her husband's cock. Her arms tightened a little, protectively around her daughter's body.
"It's not," protested the girl, anxiously awaiting her father's further action.
"That's right, it's just fine for her," smiled Barney. "Open your mouth wide, baby, lemme see how wide you can open it, there, that's it, show your mommy." And Marion turned around to her mother to show her the yawning mouth.
"Well, I guess, but Barney, you'll be careful, you won't push too hard, will you? I don't want her to have a sore throat in the morning, there's school tomorrow, remember? She can't be treated the way you're treating me, sometimes, when you get yourself all worked up."
Barney knew what she meant, the deep, furious lunges that sent his glans shooting down her throat, and he shook his head and smiled.
"Won't you ever stop worrying?" he laughed softly. "Look, I won't move. I'll just sit here and let her do it by herself, all right? You can help a little, you could watch it and see that she's doing it properly. Marion, darling, you mustn't even try to shove it all the way back, inside her mouth. It'll be just fine if you suck on the glans, but remember to move your tongue around nicely. For the rest of it, just put your hands around it and hold on tight. You've never touched a prick before, of course, so you wouldn't know, but lemme tell you, it's solid. You can really go ahead and dig in, you can squeeze all you want, and rub it back and forth with your fingers. That, together with your sucking, will make me come."
"Will you still fuck me, afterwards?" she smiled up at her father. And he nodded, as sure of himself finally as he had been when he was an adolescent, in his sister's arms.
Oh, yes, she was right, his lovely Peggy. He could get his hard-ons again and again. He promised himself that both daughter and mother would yet have their turn before the night was over.
Now he flinched and drew in his breath, for at last the gentle hands of his beloved Marion had touched him. She made fists that held on to his shaft and at the same time closed her eyes and moaned softly.
"What is it? Are you all right?" asked her mother worriedly.
"Oh, Mommy, oh, Daddy, it feels so good. Oh, I never knew it was so strong and thick. Oh, wow, I do like to hold it!"
Marion was experiencing a new sensation, something she had anticipated for a long time but was only fully understanding now.
She manipulated her father's stiff cock with the fugacity of her age, pulling on it enthusiastically, until Barney winced and laughed, telling her that it was all right to squeeze .hard, but that he hadn't meant for her to yank it loose.
"Oh, but it's nice, so very nice," murmured the girl, clinging to the object, and then she darted her tongue at it, at the thick round glans. The tip of her tongue moved up and down quickly over the tiny hole in her father's penis, and then she slipped as much of it into her mouth as she was bale to. Barney's hands gripped the edge of the tub so that his knuckles became white when he felt the infinite softness of that young mouth surrounding his flesh. And yes, indeed, she was continuing to move her tongue around inside, caressing him with it, titillating the underside of the member.
Helen continued to knead her daughter's breasts with both hands, her eyes half-closed as she felt the small nipples becoming really hard.
How's she doing, darling?" she wanted to know. "Are you going to be able to come like this?"
"You must be kidding," he panted. "I'm going to fill her up with it, that's what I'm going to do. Oh, gosh, I never thought it would be that wonderful, my two darlings."
His body was twitching and jumping each time the girl lunged forward. She had started to take a lot more than just his glans, she was really ramming it into her mouth now. There was a fierce determination in the way this little girl went about her task, it was as if she wanted to surpass her mother when it came to cocksucking.
"Make her come, Helen, oh, please, do it. I want her to have pleasure, too, while she's sucking on me, with your fingers, honey, just rub her a little, look how excited she is," said Barney.
Still holding Marion around the chest with her left hand, Helen now lowered the right down, into the girl's crotch. When her fingers found the turgid clitty the child seemed to accelerate her sucking. Her blonde head was pistoning back and forth like a machine, her face flushed, her eyes closed in intense concentration.
"I'm gonna put so much into her this time," moaned Barney, "so much it'll come out of her ears, you'll see, oh yes."
The suction of that small yet strong mouth was sending shocks of pleasure through his body as if he had plugged himself into some source of energy, some kind of electric network. He was thinking of the inside of her mouth now, of how it must feel to her, of how his glans might look if one could only see it now, looking up from her gullet at the entering mass, and then he thought of his sperm and its filling of her mouth.
"Now," he groaned, "oh now, now, oh, Helen, my love, frig her, frig her good and hard."
Down in the bottom of the tub, the woman's hand was doing its best. Now that she had opened the child somewhat she was able to push one finger all the way in, feeling the tightness of the young cunt, while rubbing the clit with her thumb at the same time. The slipperiness of the little twat was not due to the water in the tub, of that she could be quite sure. It didn't feel one bit like water, in any case.
"Yeah, now, now," howled Barney, and he felt the pumping fluid shoot through the channel on the underside of his prick, squirt out at the tip, deep inside the girl's mouth.
"Swallow it, Marion, oh swallow it all, please, please, swallow the whole mess," he almost whimpered, but he needn't have worried. Marion's eyes, slightly bulging with effort, were opening and closing alternately as her throat muscles worked hard, rapidly, as she struggled to get it all down, and the smooth descent of sperm, on the way to her stomach, was enough to give her the last push over the edge, toward climax.
"Oh, she's coming all right, she's coming now," murmured Helen, a triumphant little smile on her lips. "My baby's coming just fine, all over Mommy's hand, yes, yes, that's my little darling, that's a good girl. Mommy's right here, right here."
She continued to masturbate the child vigorously for as long as the spasms of Marion's orgasm lasted. And when her husband's prick, deflating slowly, oozed out of the girl's mouth, she suddenly whirled her around to her, glued her mouth to Marion's, stuck her tongue into it and searched, searched passionately for traces of her man's come that might still be left around her daughter's tongue.
Marion held still for this almost desperate kiss. Her arms were around her mother and in her child's mind, in that moment of almost total bliss and discovery, she realized that she was somehow infringing on Helen's territory.
"I love you, Mommy," she whispered when Helen, somewhat out of breath, lifted her face from the child's.
"You are sweet, oh, so sweet," smiled Helen.
"I. want to make it with you, just as much as with Daddy," said Marion. Helen hugged her fiercely.
"I love you both equally well, you know, it makes no difference." She wanted to become something for them-to share, and so compensate her mother for sharing with her. Intuition rather than reasoned thought were behind her words, and their effect upon Helen was the most positive one might expect.
"I know, I know," she murmured, holding Marion tightly, "but now it will be time for you to have intercourse with your father. Yes, my baby, we're all going to have a little something to eat, a little snack to get our strength up, and then we're going to do it in the big bed, in our bedroom. You and your daddy, my love. And I'm going to help you, I'm going to help him, with my mouth, my tongue-my fingers-anything you want-oh yes, anything--"
Helen calmed down somewhat when the three of them, glowing warmly from the bath and scrubbed dry, were sitting naked around the kitchen table. Helen had quickly scrambled some eggs for everybody, having heard that it is good food to restore sexual powers. All three were digging in lustily, and from time to time they raised their eyes to look at each other, and then they smiled.
"I-I just hope I'll be able to--" murmured Barney, suddenly seized by doubt, when they rose from the table. His penis was hanging down limply and he looked at it, his head bowed, wondering whether he had not been just a little too optimistic and had finally wasted his energy without giving his daughter the satisfaction she really craved.
But now it was Helen. Taking his arm and squeezing it fondly she smiled up at him.
"Of course you'll get it up again-you just wait and see what I'll do to you to make it stiff once more. Come darling, come, you and I haven't even begun to find each other as much as we could-remember before?"
"What, before?"
"This," she grinned, and playfully slapped her hand against his buttocks, just as they reached the bed.
"Hey-would you?" he chuckled.
"Anything-anything that we both like. Don't you think so?"
"Mmmmmm--" he nodded, grinning from one ear to the other. How strange that simple things are sometimes only discovered by accident. But then he looked at the girl, hesitation in his eyes. How would she take to it if Mommy and Daddy started to hit each other? What if she knew it was for fun?
Marion's intelligent, vivacious eyes looked back at him and smiled. Had she understood her mother's little gesture? She had listened in before, after all, hadn't she?
"Marion-we're going to have a little game first," he said softly, caressing the girl's hair.
"A game?"
"Yes. To make Daddy's prick nice and hard again. Would you like that?"
"Well, it has to be nice and hard, doesn't it, if you're going to put it inside me, Daddy?"
"That's right. And that's what I want it for. For you. So that I can have intercourse with you."
"Tonight? Promise?" she grinned and he nodded.
"Yes, my darling," said Helen now, "your daddy's going to fuck you tonight, you'll see. His pecker is going to be nice and hard and stiff, big like that, and he's going to shove it up your little cunny hole, all the way! That nasty, nasty pecker, if only it wasn't so lazy," she added, and when Barney was sitting on the bed, his feet on the floor, she bent down and, very gently, very carefully, she gave his dangling prick a little slap.
"Nasty pecker," giggled Marion, watching it flop back and forth.
"Yes, nasty pecker," echoed Helen, "if it doesn't do what we want-well, we'll punish it, won't we Marion? We'll bite it, that's what we'll do!"
"Or you'll give your daddy a good spanking," murmured Barney, closing his eyes and stretching out on the bed. 'This seemed to amuse his daughter no end. She laughed and shook herself with merriment.
"A spanking for Daddy-a spanking for Daddy," she chanted, jumping from one foot to the other.
"It won't be easy, of course. One of us will have to hold him, and then the other one will have to slap his fat behind!"
"It's not fat either," he said, opening one eye.
"Fat enough for what it's going to get now!" insisted Helen and jumped on the bed.
She started pushing him, rolling him over on his tummy. Then there were Marion's eager hands, slapping his buttocks, and at the same time she leaned down on him, small teeth nibbling at the small of his back.
"Oh, this is fun," she squealed, but her father struggled, or at least did as if he wanted to throw her off.
"Hold him, Mommy-oh hold him--" panted the girl, and Helen pressed herself down over his back.
Marion was not hurting him. Barney felt the sharp little slaps sting his ass pleasantly, sending the blood into circulation, and very soon there was a throbbing between his legs that gave him good reasons for hope.
"Wait, wait," he laughed, twisting and pushing against his wife's clutching hands, "it's your mother's turn now, isn't it?"
"Oh no, you don't," screeched Helen and jumped off the bed. She ran to the wall, but the one opposite the door. Obviously she had no intention of escaping.
"Let's get her," growled Marion, letting go of her father and crouching, snarling like a dangerous little animal. Barney looked at her, from the side. She sure was taking to that little game!
"Looks like Mommy's going to give us a good fight, doesn't it?" smiled Barney.
"Oh, but we'll get her-we'll get her good," panted Marion, tossing her hair back with a wild little movement of the head. Her hands were up, close to her face, her fingers stretched like claws as she moved in on Helen.
"Oh no-noooo--" whimpered the woman, letting herself slide down to the floor, her back to the wall, an expression of helpless panic on her face. She was really doing it well, thought Barney with satisfaction.
He came toward her from the left while Marion circled around to the right. Together they reached her, grabbed her arms, pulled.
"Don't beat me-oh please, don't beat me," whimpered Helen, and they dragged her to the bed.
"I don't know, but I think we better tie your mother up a little, she isn't going to hold still otherwise," grinned Barney. Marion looked at her father with shining eyes.
"I'll get a belt or something," she whispered, and even while she rummaged through the closet of her parents, Helen kept up her parents, Helen kept up her struggling, pushing against her husband's strong grip, and when he looked down into her face he could tell that she was really living the scene, that she was playing it not only for the others but also for herself. She was totally convincing, the trembling of her lips was no different than if she had been in the hands of some unknown intruder about to do her harm. Barney pushed the awareness of pretense away from him, eager now to drift along on the crest of fantasy's waves.
"Oh you dirty slut," he hissed, shaking her a little, "you thought I'd let you get away, didn't you? You thought you could spoil it for me, that you could drive a wedge between me and that sweet child! Well, we'll show you. Together we'll make you beg for mercy! Yes, yes, Marion's on my side now! Have you got that belt Marion?"
triumphantly the girl joined him on the bed, holding both her father's and her mother's bathrobe sashes in her hands. They were smooth, nylon ropes, fringed at the ends, and they would make excellent bonds.
Helen struggled when her wrists were bound, both Marion and Barney pulling on the belts, pulling her arms apart and holding her until she knelt, then tying the ends to the bedposts.
Helen was kneeling on the bed now, arms outstretched, diagonally across, from headboard to footboard. Barney seized her hair and pulled her head back, snarling into her face.
"You're going to suck it for me, whore, you're going to make it hard-good and hard, you hear? And if you give me a hard time, Marion here will whip you! Marion, get the hairbrush from the bathroom! Quick now, we have dilly-dallied around long enough with this slut!" Again Marion ran off, returned almost instantly, holding the brush in her right hand and fiddling with her cunt with the left.
"Good, very good-get behind her and watch-see to it that she does it right."
Standing up, towering over his wife, Barney grabbed her head and pulled it to him. Helen uttered a desperate moan as his half-risen prick was rubbed against her face and mouth. Night after night she had lovingly licked and kissed it, but now it was as if the most horrible, the most monstrous act was demanded of her.
"Your tongue, Helen-your tongue, you fuckin' bitch," growled Barney, and then he snapped two fingers in Marion's direction.
The girl sent the brush flying, slapping her mother's buttock with the bristly side of it.
It wasn't much of a slap, just enough to redden the affected spot a little, but Helen howled as if it had been a bull whip. For a moment the girl flinched, but then she saw her father wink at her and smile, and she let Helen have another one and speeded up her frigging.
"That's right-show her how we deal with her kind, baby, let's see if she doesn't shape up! Suck, you whore-suck on me--"
And Helen sucked. She sucked with tears, real tears streaming down her face, with her shoulders twitching as she sobbed, her body squirming while the brush found its mark, again and again.
But then it was apparently too much even for the child. Marion dropped the brush and, from behind, slipped her hands around her mother's body and rubbed herself against her buttocks with low, moaning sounds.
Barney's prick, in the meantime, had become as stiff as ever inside his wife's mouth and he was thrusting it in and out quickly, deeply.
"Don't-oh Daddy-watch it-don't come like that," said Marion suddenly and he shuddered, shaking himself and quickly withdrawing.
"No-no-I mustn't-indeed I mustn't," he muttered, turning his attention from Helen to the girl. He released the woman, lunged toward Marion and pulled her into his arms. Their lips touched, their tongues mingled as she abandoned herself totally to her father's violent embrace.
"It's gonna be my first time," whispered Marion after a few moments. "It's very special-gee, Daddy-I don't know if I want to!"
"What do you mean?" he stammered.
"What if I'm scared, Daddy?" Her voice was small, almost frightened indeed.
"Scared? Why Marion-what are you talking about? You aren't scared of me, are you? I won't hurt you!"
"How do I know that?" she suddenly whimpered, struggling a little in his arms. But he tightened his grip on her. He couldn't conceive of letting her go now! Not after all that!
"Marion, Marion! It's me, your daddy," he whispered, almost frantic. "I'm going to fuck you-you know that! You wanted it! Come, come baby, let's do it-right now--"
But she started to struggle fiercely, all of a sudden. She was actually whimpering, biting down on her lower lip as she attempted in vain to escape her father's strong hold on her.
"You're not going to rape me, Daddy, are you?" she stammered. "Oh please don't. Don't--" He was forcing himself down on her now, excited and frustrated,' wanting only one thing, that tiny hole between her legs, that hairless little slit, he wanted to bury his tool in it, wanted to push and ram-to fuck-fuck the little girl-
"If you'd get those stupid ropes off my wrists," he suddenly heard Helen's voice, calm and contained, behind him, "then maybe I'd give you a hand and hold her for you."
"What?" For a moment he was startled, turning around to her.
"Well sure, darling. Can't you see she's scared to death? It's her first time, like she said, and when they're young like that, well-the first time you've simply got to take her by force."
"What? What?" he stammered, still not sure of what she meant.
"Aw come on, don't be an idiot," sighed Helen, somewhat impatiently. "Get my hands loose and I'll show you how it's done. What's the matter with you? Don't tell me your heart is bleeding for her? Why, she's just another brat, and being your daughter makes no difference. You lemme off, and you'll see, together we'll get the job done!"
It sounded so little like Helen that he began to understand. Quickly he looked from her to the girl. While her mother had spoken she had fallen silent, her bright eyes lifted to her parents, full of interest and anticipation once again.
"Hey you!" whispered her father when he saw what seemed to be the beginning of a mocking little smile on her lips. But immediately she started to struggle wildly again, twisting her arms which he was holding,, kicking her feet, arching her back and whimpering with utter despair.
"Lemme go-oh please, please Daddy-I'll be a good girl. Just lemme go--"
Barney could have kicked himself! He had really fallen for it, all the way. But Marion was so perfect in her role of innocent, frightened little victim!
"I'm not letting you go, you fuckin' little brat," he hissed, feeling the blood course merrily through his veins, feeling the excitement in him rise to a new height. "Frigging yourself for years, that yes, but when it comes time for a little healthy fucking, you make a fuss! Well, well, don't you think you are an exception! No, no, no favorites around here! If your mother has to submit to me, so must you. All right, baby, you just wait until I untie your mommy, you just wait!" He released her and turned to his wife.
The child jumped up and off the bed with a little screech, and then sought refuge against the wall, at the exact spot where her mother had stood before, when the door would have been just as easily reached. Trembling, covering her tiny tits with her arms, she stared as her father untied the knots in the bathrobe belts. And then they were coming at her.
* * *
Later, much later, Marion told him that it had been the most exciting moment in her life. That she had talked herself into such a state of real fright, that the game, for a brief moment, had become real. And panic had brought moisture to her cunt.
"The way you looked at me, Daddy! Oh wow!" she giggled and nuzzled his neck as he laughed.
"So you were really scared, what?"
"I sort of scared myself, see. I wanted to. And I told myself that your prick, all stiff and big, pointing at me, wanted to rip me apart, that it would hurt me terribly!"
"And that excited you?"
"Even more! Yes, Daddy, it was really great. Gee, I could feel the cream running down the insides of my legs when you and Mommy dragged me back to the bed, when you threw me down and I did all that kicking!
And then, when Mommy sat down, with my head and shoulders on her lap, when she grabbed ahold of my wrists and held them so tightly and sort of snarled down at me, that's when I really knew it was true, that this time I'd get a good fucking at last!"
"Oh, it wasn't easy at first, you little devil," laughed Barney. "For a moment there I thought I'd let go, that it .would all come shooting out and over your belly! But then I got in between your legs and there wasn't much you could do after that, could you?"
"Heck no! Just kick 'em up in the air! Wow, your prick was so big when you put it up against my slit! And how you pushed, and sweated, and grunted! Gee Daddy, you were like some big bull!"
"Yeah-but I sure skewered you quickly, after that! Tight as you are!
Hey, I thought it wouldn't be all that tight, after the way your mommy's opened you up with her fingers, earlier--"
"Don't forget, your prick is a little bigger than my fingers, darling," chuckled Helen now. She was still licking her lips from all the sperm she had sucked out of Marion's pussy after the man's ejaculation.
"You could never get it quite to the end, could you Daddy?" murmured the child with a little sigh. "I guess you're just too big for me-it's just too long! Or else, I'm still too little."
"You'll grow," he chuckled. "And in the meantime it's nice and tight. That's what matters."
"Anyway, you sure squirted it in, didn't you, Daddy?"
"All of it! Masses of it! How did it feel, baby?"
"Ohhhhh--" she rolled her eyes dramatically heavenward and the three of them burst out laughing.
"Do you know her cunt really grips tightly when she comes, Helen?" asked Barney. "I mean it's like a strong little hand, all of a sudden, gripping and holding and pulling, like she wanted to milk a cow or something!" He chuckled and quickly kissed the tip of Marion's nose. The child looked at him fondly and then, for a few minutes, they remained silent, quiet, warm against each other. Finally the girl spoke again.
"Daddy?"
"What, my little angel?"
"Tell me the truth. Am I a good lay?"
"A what?" he laughed and Helen shook her head.
"A good lay, Daddy. I mean, am I any good in bed? Mike, one of the boys in my class, he said the other day that I looked like I might be a good lay."
"Well, he sure was right, that Mike of yours," said Barney, "you are tops, my baby. My baby, you hear? Not any Mike's baby--"
"Oh Barney," murmured Helen, "don't start being ridiculous now--"
"What do you mean ridiculous?" he flared up, angry at his sudden anger. Was he going to start being jealous over some stupid kid in her class? Some snot-nose who probably jerked himself off nightly, thinking of Marion, until he thought he was entitled to open his ugly trap to her?
He looked at the girl at his side. A lovely, soft, passionate twelve-year-old, that's all she was. And it was everything, wasn't it? Oh, for a while at least. She'd grow up, she'd drift away, as they all do, who knows, have kids herself someday, with some Mike or other. Dammit, that would be for later, much later-
Barney heaved a deep sigh. There was a questioning, waiting look in Marion's eyes, and he knew that he had to go on, had to bring the matter to a head and face reality. But he would have to keep a grip on himself and fight his impulse to be tyrannical, possessive. Those were not the things he believed in, anyway!
"My little angel," he murmured, smiling at the child. "I didn't mean to reproach you. Of course you're interested in boys your age, boys who look at you in a certain way-and you will become more and more interested in them. It's normal. I understand.
"But just for now, baby-I mean for another few months-or maybe a year-gee, I don't know how to put it," he ended his sentence without ending it, shrugged and looked away.
"Daddy," she whispered, and then she put her arms around his neck and knelt up to be closer to him. "And you, Mommy-I've got to tell you something."
She was dead serious now, with that deep seriousness of the very young when they first become capable of clear, critical thought that comes with full awareness of themselves and their world.
"What is it? Oh darling--" Helen's voice sounded worried. But Marion quickly shook her head as if to dispel any clouds in her parents' minds, even before she could explain herself.
"It's like this. I know that we're not doing what all the other parents do with their children. Some, maybe-but we're special. I figured it out. We are very special and-and well-I'm very happy because of it. I don't want anybody else, that's really what I wanted to say. I know all about boys and girls and sex, and the way they all want to do it, and the way they play around when they have a chance. They don't do it yet, as far as I know, not in my class anyway. But they'd all like to and they talk about it, and they say things like what I told you Mike said to me. They're silly, aren't they?
"I'm not like that. I don't have to be. I come home to you and you sort of give me everything I need. I'm really the luckiest-kid I know! And-and I've got the best parents in the world--"
She was shrugging and smiling a little, as she talked, and she did not see the tears that had welled up in her mother's eyes because she was looking down, self-consciously.
"Oh you-you--" was all Helen could say. Then her arms were around her child as she hugged Marion to her breast, rocking her a little back and forth as if she were still a little baby.
Barney felt as if a big weight had been removed from his chest. He put his arms around both of them, kissing their faces, smiling happily.
"My two little women-my two little darling girls," he murmured. "We're all right, the three of us-we sure are!"
He could say no more and remained silent until Marion, snuggled up against both her parents, enfolded in their embrace, started to giggle very softly.
"What, my sweet? What?" murmured her father.
"Did you notice, Daddy?" she whispered, "did you know that your prick has gotten very hard again?"
Almost startled, Barney backed off a little and looked down. They all looked down. And there it was, big as you please, gloriously erected! Barney couldn't get over it.
"Who's gonna get it?" whispered Helen.
"Eenie-meenie-minie-moh...." said little Marion softly, pointing her finger and going back and forth between her mother and herself.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I want to know-Please, I won't tell anybody," murmured the red-haired boy, leaning against the tree in the park. Marion, her head leaning coquettishly to the side, was clutching her school books to her chest.
"Wouldn't you now, Mike?" she smiled.
"Yes-oh please--"
"Why?"
"You know why-I must know For tonight--"
"You're a dirty little boy, that's all you are," she giggled. "How do you do it anyway? With one hand or with both hands? Or do you just sort of rub yourself against the mattress?"
"Like this," he smiled weakly, shaking his right hand up and down, holding it in a loose fist.
"And you think it'll be better tonight if I tell you just exactly how it happened?"
"If you don't, I won't believe it's true," he said, sticking out his chin and turning down the corners of his mouth.
"I don't have to tell you, you know. There's another way for you to know."
"Oh yeah?" Mike looked puzzled.
"Yeah, you silly ass! Can't you guess?" he shrugged.
"Well, what happens when a girl is no longer a virgin? What's changed?"
"She-she hasn't got her cherry any more--"
"That's right. That means the vagina is open, there's nothing blocking it up any more. And if you really want to find out whether or not mine is open, instead of asking stupid questions--"
"You mean-?" He moved away from the tree, toward her, taking one hesitant step. His mouth opened and remained open.
"Like hell!" she laughed, tossing her head back. "You didn't think I was gonna let you poke around in there, did you?"
Mike looked hurt. He started to turn away from her but came back once more.
"You started it," he said reproachfully. "Why did you tell me this morning that you weren't a virgin any more?"
Yes, why had she told him? Just one little sentence, spoken in a whispered giggle, as they passed each other on the way to class. Perhaps because she knew what it would do to him, It would go to his head all right, and somewhere else too! Oh, that Mike never thought of anything else!"
"You won't tell me who it was?" She shook her head firmly.
"Joe?" Again she shook her head. "Lester? Somebody from the outside?"
"If I wanted to tell you I would tell you," she grinned.
"Okay, then don't tell me who it was-just tell me how it was. I promise I'll tell you again, each time I jerk off, and I'll tell you what I thought of doing with you." It had almost become a ritual between them, by now. At first, when she had suggested that he was doing it he had blushed and almost trembled with shame. But little by little, bit by bit, she had made him tell her everything, how he masturbated, how often, what he thought when he did, and never, never, would she say anything about herself. Until this morning.
"How was it, Marion? Was it good?" his voice was wheedling, almost a little whiny now.
"Can't you guess?" she grinned. "You said it yourself, the other day, you said that I was probably a good lay!"
"I bet you were!"
Marion shrugged twice. "Well, the guy came often enough, that much I can tell you."
"He did? Inside you?" asked Mike excitedly. Marion stared at his crotch and then she smiled again. Yes, she had him where she wanted him all right. She wondered what his pecker might look like. Much smaller than her father's, for sure. But it would probably fit all the way in-and if she were to take it in her mouth-well, it would be pretty easy-
"You boys are really funny," she said almost contemptuously. "Instead of asking stupid questions, why don't you find yourself a nice kid who wants to do it with you?"
"I only wanted you, Marion," he murmured. "Aw shit!
Mike, you're a pain in the you-know-what! Go, go home and jerk off. Think of me, Mike-think of me. I sure don't give a damn."
She turned away from him and then, as if on an afterthought, looked back over her shoulder. He had sunk back against the tree, his shoulders somehow narrower than before.
"Hey Mike," she said softly, "I never knew sperm tasted so good!"
"Marion! You didn't--" he started, his eyes big and round, but she was already halfway down to the gate of the park, running and laughing at the same time. Mike looked to the right and to the left. Nobody was looking in his direction, and quickly, nervously, he clutched at his groin, rubbed for a few seconds, sighed and stopped. Then, with his hands in his pockets, he slowly walked away.
Marion was halfway home when she winced slightly. Only now did she suddenly feel that she should not have said anything to him. Why, yes why had she? Was it that she felt she owed him something, in return for all his confidences? Daddy didn't know it, but many a time, when she had jerked herself off, right in front of him, she had been thinking of Mike's little prick going in and out, in and out. But she didn't love him. Oh no, "certainly not the way she loved Daddy. And Mommy. It was just something she couldn't help thinking of, from time to time, especially when she knew that maybe at the very same instant, just when she was twiddling her clitty and making herself come, he was shooting his wad into his bedsheets, thinking of her.
How did he think of her, she wondered. Naked, of course. Yeah, but he didn't really know what she looked like. Whether her nipples were big or small, whether there was any hair on her twat already. Naw, he probably didn't imagine her the way she was at all. Maybe he liked big tits, and so he thought of her with huge, hanging udders I And lots of hair at the crotch. Black, wiry, a real bush. Hal Boys are so silly!
"All alone tonight, young lady? May I buy you a drink?"
Marion had not in the least realized that somebody was walking softly behind her, so absorbed had she been by her thoughts. Now she whirled, impatient, angry.
"Why-Uncle Jim!" she cried out and her face lit up in a broad happy smile. He had disguised his voice!
"I meant a nice chocolate malted of course," he grinned.
"Hey, sure! What are you doing around here, Uncle Jim?" she beamed. Aunt Peggy and Uncle Jim were by far her favorite relatives. Aunt Peggy somehow reminded her of her daddy, the way she smiled, the way they had the same kind of eyes. And Uncle Jim-well he was very special. Never, for as long as she could remember knowing him, had he really treated her like a baby. Never spoken down to her like most grownups do.
"What time is it?" she asked, "maybe we do have time for a malted."
"You bet we do! Right over on Elm Street, that's on your way home anyway," he said, falling easily in step with her and reaching for her books without even asking. She let him have them, hoping that one or the other of her classmates might see them together. Uncle Jim was sure handsome, and he was not a boy. He was a real man. And carrying her books! Mike would explode, that was for sure.
Marion knew that her father would be late again tonight, later even than he had been on the previous night. It was an off day, after all, and he had mentioned something about coming home after dinner. Oh yes, now she did remember, he was going to stop by at his sister's place! Funny that she should run into Jim, in that case.
Marion did not have much homework that day. Being a little late herself wouldn't make all that much difference this time. It was therefore with a free mind and with proudly bright eyes that she entered the ice-cream parlor on Elm street on the arm of her handsome uncle.
"Let's take a booth, let's sit down like civilized people," he suggested and she followed him to the one furthermost in the back of the little shop. There was almost nobody at the counter and the other booths were empty. The kids from school who mostly patronized the place were on their way home now. Besides, Thursday was a bad day anyway. Most of them got their allowances on Fridays.
"What would you like?" asked Uncle Jim as he smiled at his niece.
"Can I have anything I want?" she asked him coquettishly, tilting her head to one side.
"Anything at all! It isn't often these days that I go out with a pretty girl." He then leaned forward, across the table, and conspiratorially whispered, "I am a married man, you see." Marion laughed and told him that she wanted a banana split with chocolate fudge and whipped cream on top.
"Oh, you're going to get fat, you're going to blow up like a balloon," laughed her uncle as he signaled to the waitress. Then he ordered, asking for a chocolate soda for himself and once more turned his full attention to Marion.
"Aren't you afraid of getting fat, honey?" he asked.
"Every girl is," she smiled. "But this is special, isn't it? I mean, I don't often go out with a married man."
"You don't? Why, I read somewhere, in one of Peggy's women's magazines that they are the best. Didn't you know that?"
"The best what'"
"They make good lovers," he said, and it was almost a whisper. "But you wouldn't know the difference yet, would you baby?"
Marion looked at him in silence for a few seconds. Why, he was actually trying to look wicked, she realized. The bad, bad grownup, talking sex to a little girl I Marion decided intuitively-to play her part to the hilt.
"Oh, Uncle Jim!" she giggled and clapped both her hands to her mouth in a titter of girlish embarrassment. She even held her breath a little to bring redness to her face.
"Some girls your age know all about it, I've been told," he said smugly, leaning back again. "Times have changed, lemme tell you. Why, there's a kid in our neighborhood, she's barely older than you are, and she got herself pregnant."
"That's impossible," said Marion firmly.
"Oh? Why is that?"
"They don't even have periods yet," she stated firmly. Uncle Jim's grin widened and Marion realized that she had told him what he had wanted to know. Why, this was really becoming interesting! Uncle Jim, of all people? Oh, not that she'd do anything with him or with anyone else, for that matter, outside her own home. But in any case it was much more interesting to have Uncle Jim wanting it than Mike wanting it. Uncle Jim was a real man!
"Some girls' bodies mature quicker than others," he said. "But up there," and he tapped his head with his forefinger, "up there it makes no difference. They all think of the same things."
"Oh yeah?" Her eyes were mocking him, challenging him.
"Sure. And there are ways to tell. Do you know anything about palmistry? I mean reading the lines in a person's hand?"
"Aw, Uncle Jim-that's hogwash," Marion laughed.
The waitress came to their table just then and served them.
When she was gone-
Jim stretched out his hand across the table.
"Lemme see," he smiled, "lemme see what's in your pretty head.
Come, Marion, give me your hand."
"Why d'you wanna know?" she asked, pulling her hands off the table and holding them close to her chest in a playful gesture of refusal.
"Just let me try, baby.
You said it was hogwash. Let's just see if it really is."
"You're going to tell me nasty things, Uncle Jim," she murmured with a little pout, but at the same time moved her right hand forward, slowly, gingerly.
"Oh, Marion," smiled her uncle, and he said it as if he was somewhat shocked by her suggestion. "Would I say nasty things to my favorite niece?"
"Your only niece, anyway," she whispered and opened her palm on the tablecloth, turned up, fingers spread out in a miniature gesture of surrender.
"Well, let's see now," said Jim, furrowing his brow, and with his left hand he took her wrist while tracing the lines in her hand with his right index finger.
"Ahhh ... There it is!"
"What?"
"The heart line. Oh yes, you do have a good heart, honey, but I always knew that. And there's the life line. Good and long and well marked, I think you're going to live to a very old age and be very healthy. But here's the head line. Hmmmmm-Gee, Marion, you sure are brainy! Wow, just look at that, all those little crossing lines, from here to here. You've got a complicated kind of intelligence."
Marion was flattered, even if she didn't believe a word of it. Whatever she was she was, but it couldn't be in her hand.
"Yes, yes, you're a pretty good kid all around," he said, looking up at her. "Good to your parents. Obedient, kind-well, for certain things."
"Oh? Am I?" Marion didn't have to hold her breath now, her face suddenly became red without any help. Nervously she fidgeted a little on her seat.
"Come on, eat your banana split now," smiled Jim, "or it's all gonna melt."
He released her hand and she picked up her spoon to eat. Strange, she thought, she was feeling a little disappointed. She had expected him to say more, and at the same time she had been afraid of it. And now that was all? No more character analysis?
"I'm not really very obedient," she murmured finally, licking at her spoon full of ice cream.
"Makes no difference," said Jim. "You're still a good kid. A source of joy to your parents, as the saying goes."
Oh, that she was, and how! If Uncle Jim could only know to what extent. Or did he know something? No, it wasn't possible. Daddy wouldn't ever have talked to him about her, not in that way. But Peggy? Would he have said anything to his sister?
Marion let her intuition go to work. She looked up, into her uncle's eyes, and then she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was a lot he knew about her and hadn't said yet, and also that he was dying to say it because-yes, that was it! Because he had a purpose, an ulterior motive. Uncle Jim? Of all people!
Marion had always had a secret admiration for him as well as for her aunt. They made such a good pair, so good looking and bright! Why would a man with a woman like that be interested in her? But then again, Daddy was married to a pretty good-looking woman too, wasn't he?
"Uncle Jim," she asked softly, her eyes like violet velvet, "what do you want of me? Why did you come to meet me today?"
She looked steadily into his eyes and it was his turn to blush a little, much to Marion's satisfaction.
"But I-well, I don't know what makes you ask that, Marion. I'm your uncle, you are my niece, what is more natural than--" His hand described a vague arc through the air, as if to encompass the place in which they were. Yes indeed, an uncle taking his niece out for an ice cream treat, what could be more normal?
But Marion would not let him get away with it. The little demon inside her, the mischievous devil that made her torment the likes of Mike, was at work now. Why, she could wrap that grown man around her little finger if she wanted to! She suddenly realized it and it made her uncertainty and her embarrassment disappear all at once.
"You didn't finish reading the lines in my hand, Uncle Jim," she said and darted her tongue playfully across her upper lip as she reached out to take his hand.
"Read, Uncle Jim-tell me-am I mature for my age?"
He took her hand once more, and this time caressed her bare forearm lightly.
"You think I have smooth skin?" she asked. "Girls usually have very smooth skin at my age, don't they?"
"Yes, yes-very smooth," he murmured huskily. Marion knew that he was becoming physically aroused. Automatically her nostrils flared a little, as if she had wanted to sniff out his excitement, breathe in the pungent odor of stiffening maleness. It gave her little face an almost perverse expression of sensuality that didn't escape Jim's eager eyes.
Jim looked down quickly, once more at the lines in the palm of her hand.
"You see here-around the thumb. It means that you are quite physical in many ways. Intelligent, very intelligent, and physical at the same time."
"What does that mean, Uncle Jim?" It was the high-pitched, clear little voice of a very young girl again.
"It means-it means that your instincts are well developed. The basic female instincts. The woman in you is beginning to come forth, and this is expressed in your feelings and in your thoughts. Do you understand what I mean?"
"I think I do," said Marion innocently. "Does it mean that I'm the kind of girl who would like to start screwing, even at my age?"
Funny how he looked at her now. Startled, excited, yet frowning. For a moment they looked at each other, both of them silent.
"What do you know about these things anyway?" he murmured, his voice almost inaudible, and suddenly he released her hand. "You don't even know what you are talking about."
Marion did not reply at first and seemed to turn her full attention to her ice-cream dish. Spoonful after spoonful found its way into her small, pretty mouth. She was slurping the gooey cream, using her tongue so that he could see it.
When she finally spoke she did so without looking up from the dish.
"You came to meet me and brought me here because you wanted to find out if I'd go to bed with you, didn't you, Uncle Jim?"
"What are you talking about?" he grumbled.
"Oh, I think that's it, all right. There are some boys in my class who want to do it with me. I can tell when a boy or a man wants it."
"How can you tell?" he laughed nervously. Decidedly he had made up his mind to take a bantering, light-hearted tone with her, a little ironical, a little condescending. Marion didn't mind, she knew that she would cut him down to size.
"Well, for one thing, when somebody really wants to do it, his peepee gets sort of stiff and long. Is your peepee getting stiff and long, Uncle Jim?"
"I thought you could tell such things, wasn't that what you said?"
"It looks that way, from the way your eyes look. But of course I can't be sure, because you're sitting down. But it doesn't mean all that much really. Some men really do want to do it with me and yet their pricks don't get stiff at all. They just can't get an erection, for some reason or other, you see." She had spoken as a schoolteacher might, while explaining things to a particularly dull-witted child.
"I'm not that kind of a man, not yet," chuckled Jim and put his right hand under the table.
"I didn't really think so," she smiled at him. "But Uncle Jim-oh, Uncle Jim-don't do that!"
"What am I doing?"
"Why, you're touching yourself under the table. Aren't you? You mustn't touch your peepee where people can see you. Never."
"Is that what your parents have taught you?" he wanted to know.
"Oh, everybody knows that."
"Well, nobody can see me. Look, there's nobody around. And you're right, Marion, you sure are right-you've succeeded in giving me some hard-on!"
"Is it from looking at me or from talking?" she asked, cool as a cucumber, as if it was a matter of purely scientific interest to her.
Jim groaned just a little and seemed to slide down on his seat. Marion saw that his band had begun to move. She could tell, just by looking at his shoulder and at his elbow. Again her nostrils flared. Yes-yes, he was having himself-right here in the ice-cream parlor.
"Your prick-I can smell it," she said and wrinkled her nose. Suddenly he leaned forward, staring at her.
"Touch me-give me your hand. Oh, Marion, Marion-do it for me--"
She silently shook her head, moving back into the comer of her seat.
"Please---"
"No--"
Marion was wearing a light blue dress with buttons in front. The sleeves were short, leaving her round, soft arms bare. She crossed them over her chest, caressing one arm with one hand. There was just a trace of a smile on her lips. And then she moved her fingers to the top button of her dress.
Marion opened it at the collar and pulled the material aside, baring her throat down to the delicate, sweet hollow at its base.
Silently, perspiration coming out on his forehead, Jim continued jerking himself off beneath the table. Speechlessly he observed her.
The second and then the third button were opened, and always she pulled on the dress, baring a little more skin each time. Finally she pulled the dress toward the left, the cleavage so deep now that the delicate round pinkness of her left nipple made its appearance.
"Ohhhh--" groaned Jim.
"I think you're horny from looking, Uncle Jim," stated Marion very matter-of-factly and opened one more button. Quickly she looked around. The waitress, the only other person in the place, was sitting behind the counter with her face down, adding up her accounts. Marion pulled her dress open with both hands so that her proud little breasts, white and soft and tender, jutted out at her uncle.
"Oh Marion-Marion--" he groaned, his eyes closing to mere slits, his elbow moving furiously. "Let's go somewhere-anywhere--"
"Why, Uncle Jim?"
"Oh, you know-you know damn well why!"
"You wanna fuck me? Oh, Uncle Jim! I'm still just a little girl!"
"No, no-not fucking, darling, not that-just let's go somewhere where we can really be alone," he whispered, leaning forward across the table, his eyes fastened upon her breasts.
"We could-well, just touch, you know--"
"Touch?"
"Yeah-listen, I've got the car parked a few blocks away. In the car-if you wanted-oh, Marion, darling, it'll be good for you too, I promise you. I'll do you good-something nice!"
"You'll want to make me touch your pecker with my tongue," she pouted, quickly closing the top of her dress. "You'll even want to push it into my mouth!"
"Not if you don't want me to-I promise. It's really just that I-well, if I could just see you with nothing on-just for a little while--"
"And jerk off and splash it all over me? Is that what you want to do, Uncle Jim?" She was buttoning up her dress again, slowly, deliberately showing him one nipple just one more time before making it disappear.
"Little devil," he groaned. "Will you come with me?"
Silently she nodded. Marion felt strangely elated and a little frightened at the same time. No, she didn't want to do it with Uncle Jim. Not because she didn't like him, not because she hadn't become quite excited herself. But she had told her father that she didn't need that-not yet. Nobody but Mommy and Daddy-
Marion knew that it would have been safer to just refuse and to really be very firm about it. So she was a kid, all right, but he wouldn't force her to do anything.
But this would hold true in the car too, wouldn't it? And it would be fun. So much fun. He'd start talking and acting like Mike. Marion would like that. Then she could make him say and do whatever she wanted.
Marion wondered what his prick looked like. She knew already that she liked the smell of it.
Would it be as big as Daddy's? Much bigger than Mike's, that's for sure. Maybe she could watch him jerk off, maybe she could even do it to herself and he wouldn't touch her. She'd just have to tell him very firmly that he mustn't.
"Where did you say your car was?" she asked softly.
Their exit from the little ice-cream parlor was a somewhat precipitous one, with Jim clapping the money on the counter in front of the startled waitress's eyes and rushing his niece to the door without waiting for change.
"Over there-just a couple of blocks," he said. And then he was turning the key in the ignition, silent, stone-faced, intent only upon what he was doing at the moment, and that was getting away, just away, as quickly and as far as possible.
He raced down the block, turned the comer with tires screeching so that the girl at his side was flung against his arm. She giggled and held on to it when he straightened out the car once more.
It was only a short drive to the limits of the small town. Then there was a side road, branching off into the woods and the municipal picnic grounds.
Marion had never been on lovers' lane before, but she had heard about it and she knew exactly where it was. That was where they were going, she could tell. That in itself was exciting! Usually only the big fellows and their girls, the ones in tenth or eleventh and twelfth grades went there.
There were small clearings, parking spaces, all along the wooded path. Jerkily Jim swung the car into the third one down. The area seemed to be deserted, there was no other car in sight anywhere. Probably too early yet, thought Marion, and when they stopped and she looked around there were bushes and trees in every direction. They were really safe from indiscreet eyes! And if Uncle Jim had a mind to do what she wouldn't want him to do, Marion realized with a sudden jumping of her heart, there would be nobody to stop him.
Only she could stop him, and now she was determined that she would. Look yes, but not touch!
"Come here, baby," he sighed now, reaching out for her. But Marion was outside the car before his fingertips could reach her shoulder. Standing a few feet away, she raised her right hand like a school-crossing guard and her eyes were telling him that she wasn't going to stand for any nonsense.
There was disappointment on Jim's face, she could see that very well. And then she smiled as he looked at her from the driver's seat, and quietly, demurely looking down, she once more began to open her dress.
This time, she worked a little faster, going all. the way down and slipping it off her shoulders with a graceful shrug. She had never yet worn a bra and her breasts were shining whitely in the soft light of the late afternoon. Her panties, pink and tiny, ran across her body way below her navel and for a moment Jim sat quite still, entranced, in awe before her slender loveliness.
"You are-oh "Marion, you" are--" he began to stammer.
"Way out? You like me?" she whispered.
"But you mustn't touch me. Please, Uncle Jim-just look at me. It'll be nice too, you'll see-"
His hands were fumbling with his fly now, and soon his prick, stiff and erect, made its appearance. From where she was standing, Marion could see it very well indeed. And it was a beautiful prick, she decided, stiff and hard and white, with a round' pink bulb at the tip, a turgid glans she would have enjoyed kissing if only she had thought it would be all right to do so.
"Jerk yourself off, Uncle Jim-go ahead," she murmured, and her hands slowly slipped down to the elastic of her panties.
Jim groaned and clutched himself. His clenched fist began flying up and down.
"Look, Uncle Jim-look at me," murmured the girl again, and her fingers slipped down, inside the panties, moving from side to side at first, then up and down. Little by little, inch by inch, the panties were slipping down over her hips. Finally, with a decisive gesture, she pulled them down to her ankles, bending over and stepping out of them.
"If you promise to stay where you are, Uncle Jim, and if you leave the car door closed, just with the window down, I'm gonna come a little closer," she smiled. "Then you can see--"
"I promise-I promise--" he moaned and she stepped forward until she almost touched the metal door.
"I can't see now-I can't see," whispered Jim excitedly and moved over into the right seat.
"Now you can see," said Marion. "Look, Uncle Jim-look--" And two dainty fingers, one from each hand, pulled on the hairless flesh on either side of her little slit. The plump vulva opened and Jim stared at the moist, pink flesh inside. There was his niece's little clitoris, visibly aroused, swollen, turgid, and below there was the glistening, delicate flesh of her young cunt.
"See it, Uncle Jim? Wait, in a sec you'll be able to smell it too-there-there--" and rapidly, passionately, she began frigging herself with one hand, staring down at her uncle's prick with as much fascination as was in his own eyes.
Wow, did he fist himself, the girl thought.
That thing sure looked as if there was some kind of iron rod inside. And the skin covering it looked so smooth, so elastic-it followed the pull of his hand as he moved it up and down.
Marion pointed the toes of her right foot, lifting the knee a little, spreading it away from the other leg so that Jim, sitting low in the car, was able to get a good view of her crotch.
Jim watched, bug-eyed, as the young girl whipped herself into a frenzy of masturbation, her moisture running down along the insides of her legs. She had begun to moan and her legs were shaking slightly as she stood on the grass, frigging herself, her body twitching from head to toe.
"Come to me-oh please, come to me. I'll do it for you now," he pleaded, feeling the imminence of his ejaculation.
"No-no--" she shouted the words, and he could tell that it cost her to refuse herself to him so steadfastly.
"But you're gonna come, baby-I can see it-lemme lick it for you-oh just a little-lemme smell it at least!" She was standing so close to the open car window that he was indeed able to get a good whiff of the delicate fragrance emanating from her excited pussy.
There was longing in her eyes as she looked at his prick, desperate longing, and quite suddenly Jim pushed the door open. It knocked against her legs, making her lose her balance, and she stumbled back with a little cry. He was coming after her, hefting his prick and rubbing it furiously.
"I'll get you yet-you just wait and see!" he hissed, apparently out of control now. Marion knew that she could no longer reason with him, that to save herself from contact with him she would have to run. But she was naked, and she was too weak. Still stumbling backward she hit her heel against a boulder and with a sob-like outcry fell to the ground. Her hand never stopped moving inside her crotch though, and as she lay on the grass, arching her back and kicking her legs alternately, her finger went up into her hole, right to the knuckles. Standing over her, ready to rape his little niece, Jim gaped as he saw it disappear. So she was no longer a virgin I There was no reason why he should not enjoy her fully! He grinned, lips baring teeth, and he sank to his knees with her between them.
"You're gonna get it now, baby-oh boy, are you gonna get it," he hissed, panting and breathing hard. But while Marion kept right-on frigging herself with her right hand, her left hand shot out. Small, delicate and expert little fingers surrounded his sack, squeezed his balls gently, and in a tremendous spurt of white liquid the first contraction of his ejaculation sent sperm flying down onto her breasts.
"Ahhhh-ahhhh-I'm coming--" he shouted, and then the other squirts followed, one after the other, white and hot on her body, covering her, running down along her flanks and to the ground.
"Me toooo-oh me too--" moaned the child, shuddering and jerking from side to side and up and down on the ground, still holding her uncle's balls. "Me too, Uncle Jim-ohh-ohhh!"
His penis never touched her body while they both took their pleasure. It was Marion's little triumph, the grown man's defeat.
Slowly, still out of breath, Jim sat down next to the girl when it was over and looked down at his prick as if he had never seen it before.
"You sure are something else, Marion," he sighed.
"Wasn't it good, Uncle Jim?" Her voice was that of a little girl once more. Just a minute ago, when she had told him to smell her cunt, to jerk himself off, she had sounded quite different.
He looked at her sideways. She too was sitting, her slender arms wrapped around her bare legs as she pulled her knees up to her chest.
"It's funny, but actually-well yes, it was good. It was terrific. But don't tell me you're a virgin. I saw that finger of yours go in all the way. Why wouldn't you let me fuck you? It would have been-oh-it would have been so--"
"It would have been too soon," she smiled. Somehow she knew that he was in her hands now, that she could make him do just about anything she wanted, just as she could make Mike stand on his head for her.
"One of these days, maybe soon," she murmured, "I'll let you put your pecker into my twat. But you must never again push me like that! If you hadn't started to come--"
"I would have pissed it all up your little cunt," he growled. "That's what I would have done."
"That's what I mean. Without my giving you the permission. That's not nice."
"Nice, not nice! Listen to her! A little snot nose is what you are, you know that? Sweet and pretty and exciting, but a snot nose nevertheless. There are times in life when you take what you want, or you'll never get it, that's all. No wamby-pambying around!"
"Doesn't always work, does it, Uncle Jim?" she smiled. There was that mischievous little flame in her eyes that finally made him laugh.
"Come on and get dressed, before the cops catch us. That's all you'd need."
"I'm not afraid of them. I'd make 'em come too," she bragged. But then she picked up her dress and put it on with gestures so graceful that her uncle felt a tell-tale twitching in his limp prick once more.
"You're gonna take me home now, Uncle Jim, and you're gonna tell Mommy something about my being late," ordered the girl.
"Shall I tell her what you did? That would be good enough an excuse, I should say! Why, a young lady like you can't be rushed when she's frigging herself !"
Laughing, he slid into the driver's seat and started the motor.
"Uncle Jim?" Marion's smile was bright and open.
"Yup?"
"You get me in trouble with my parents, Uncle Jim, and I'll go to your house and tell Aunt Peggy."
"Ha! Big deal!"
"You'll see. I'll tell her you raped me. That you beat me and tied me to a tree and stuck your prick down my throat until you almost choked me to death! She'll never want to speak to you again!"
"Why, you're a real little fink, Marion," he laughed.
"You be nice and I'll be nice," she smiled. "And if you're very nice, I mean really, really nice, maybe I'll ask for permission and then we can fuck."
"Permission?"
"That's right, Uncle Jim. Unless you want to ask Aunt Peggy to ask my daddy-I think he would say okay."
"What do you know about Peggy and Barney?"
"They're brother and sister, that's all. They probably love each other very much."
"That's all?"
"Yeah. You never told me what you know about me--"
"Nothing--"
"Liar-oh, but never mind. You don't want to be nice, I can see that, because nice people don't lie to people they want to be nice to."
CHAPTER SIX
Barney, as he climbed the stairs to his sister's bedroom, knew that he would have to have a long talk with her. About Marion, above all. Something, somewhere, was going wrong, but he was quite unable to put his finger on it.
Outwardly, everything was as it had always been, and in a way better than ever. The girl no longer spent her nights' in her own room but slept in her parents' bed now. At all times she was available to them, at all times ready to receive and give, whether it was her father or her mother who happened to turn to her for sex, or whether both of them at the same time felt the need for her attentions.
Yes, so far so good. But Barney was sensitive to every one of his daughter's moods, so deeply sensitive that he could tell she was no longer happy.
Barney was almost disappointed to find that Jim had already come home and that they would form a threesome this afternoon. Somehow, with HI of the intimacy they shared together, Barney would have preferred to speak to his sister alone.
But now she was doing it with her husband, straddling him as he lay on the bed, riding him and perspiring with the effort and the pleasure of it.
They had not really expected him today, or they would have at least waited for him before starting. He could not blame them.
Discreetly he stood a few feet away from the bed and began to undress, after having exchanged a silent, hand-waved greeting with his sister and brother-in-law. They were obviously no longer far away from their joint climax and his turn with Peggy would soon come. They would talk afterward, he decided.
On the point of coming, Peggy turned her head toward him, over her shoulder.
"Barney, darling--" she moaned, and he knew what she wanted. Quickly he sat down on the edge of the bed and moved his hand into the crack of her behind as she bounced up and down on her husband. Quickly he slipped his finger up into her anus. As always, this particular caress, coming at this particular point in time, released her orgasm. Pleasure twisted Peggy's shapely body as she clung to Jim, ramming herself down over his prick and against his pelvis.
"Yes-yes-yes--" she kept repeating in soulful, passionate grunts as the squirts of his sperm were injected into her cunt. Gradually, slowly, the couple calmed down. Barney took a deep breath. His cock had become totally erect during the last two minutes and once more he realized what a deep consolation sex was for all of life's wounds. He had been, worried over his family situation, over his daughter and her relationship with him, certainly a weighty problem, he had been vaguely troubled, even annoyed at finding Jim with his sister when he needed her advice, and yet, now, at this very instant, all of his worries seemed as nothing.
What remained, what was important, was that smooth, warm, perspiring naked body of a woman before him, the body of his sister, what counted was that he had a cock-stand and that she would be taking care of it in another few minutes.
"Be right back darling," she whispered, grinning and brushing her lips against his as she climbed off the bed. Then she sauntered off to the bathroom where she would' thoroughly cleanse herself of all traces of sperm. Barney was particular about this, and since he always liked to go down on her before starting to fuck she catered to his wishes pertaining to cleanliness without a second thought.
"How have you been, Barney?" smiled Jim, propping himself up on his elbow and looking at his brother-in-law.
"Oh, nothing new. Things pretty much the same as always," shrugged Barney.
"Your little harem? Everything all right?" Jim's eyes sparkled a little and once more Barney felt guilty. They were supposed to get together for some time now, the five of them, he had promised Peggy, after all. Somehow he hadn't been able to bring the matter up with his wife. Not yet. Neither Jim nor Peggy had reproached him in the least for this, but from their occasional questions, their allusions, he could tell that they were eagerly awaiting the day when it would happen.
They would have to Have it out. He would have to confess his ineptitude when it came to extend his family sexual activities beyond the immediate sphere of the basic family unit. Perhaps Peggy would have some words of advice.
For now though, he was glad to see her return from the bathroom, pink and glowing after her shower, her smile telling him plainly that she was more than ready for him. Above all, before anything else, he had to relieve himself of tension and pressure with his sister. It had worked ever since they were children.
"Peggy-my little Peggy," he smiled, opening his arms to her. She snuggled up to him and they kissed lovingly, wetly, and for several minutes, neither of them uttering a single word.
Jim finally rose to move over to his armchair, the on in which he usually sat when he watched his wife and Barney copulate. But Peggy turned to him and smiled.
"Stay a while," she said. "Barney's going to go down on me a little, won't you, Barney? You can help me keep my legs really wide open this time, Jim. Come, you move over here-there, at the head of the bed. Let me put my head in your lap."
Jim crossed his legs and received Peggy's head against his crotch. They had done it a few times like this before, and Peggy seemed to derive a very special pleasure from being held by her husband while her brother gave her head.
She moved her rump around until she was comfortable and then brought her legs back, folded, until Jim was able to reach them with outstretched arms. He clamped his hands underneath her thighs, at the back of her knees, and pulled back vigorously.
Peggy's genital area was thus exposed fully, especially when he forced her legs apart, slowly, carefully, and finally held them in that position. Peggy's knees were almost at her shoulders now and thoroughly spread out. Her cunt gaped at her brother, the clean, moist slit pink and inviting, the small hole in the middle, slightly oblong and slimy inside with the cream of her lust, as it started to ooze once more from her body, beckoning for Barney's tongue.
He smiled contentedly, but before kissing Peggy's cunt he moved his fingers over it, slowly, deliberately, trying to exacerbate her desire a little more.
"You're in for some fun," chuckled Jim, "you know how she is just about in the middle of her monthly cycle. Ten days or so, to her next period, and she wants to do nothing but fuck all day and all night!"
"Don't I know," laughed Barney. "She has been like that ever since she started menstruating. Wow, Peggy-what have you done to your clit? You're going to turn into a little boy if it grows any longer!"
Delightedly he caressed the turgid little organ with his right hand, feeling its length and hardness between thumb and index. Peggy wasn't far from thirty years old now, and still clitty seemed to continue its development, growing a little firmer and bigger each year. By now he could actually stroke it gently, moving up and down, when it was erect, as if indeed it had been a tiny pecker.
As he watched it, as he masturbated it, the thought suddenly came to him that she would probably be able to introduce it into his daughter's cunt, and the momentary vision of such an act, the phantasy that showed him his sister, humping away between Marion's jerking legs, filled him with such fire that he lunged and sucked Peggy's clit into his mouth.
"Ohhhh-ohhhh yes--" moaned Peggy, arching her back as much as she could, with her legs held by Jim. He struggled to keep his grip on her, his hands slipping a little as she started to perspire. But then he had her once more, spread her open and held her in that position while Barney feasted between Peggy's thighs.
While sucking her clitoris he slipped his index finger into her fuck hole, moving forward slowly, gently, teasing her at the edges before really digging in.
Peggy was still damn tight, he thought. What a fallacy to say that frequent use will loosen up a cunt! His sister's snatch was certainly proof of the contrary. Serviced by both her husband and her brother on a regular basis, having started to fuck at a very early age, her cunt muscles seemed only to have become firmer, better able to grip whatever prick was shoved into her.
Now her pussy was snatching at his finger. It was as if it were a sucking mouth, pulling on him, asking for more, and he quickly moved his tongue down from her clit to her hole, stuck it in as he withdrew his finger and began massaging her female pecker with both hands.
"Oh boy-ahhh-oh yes," moaned Peggy, sweating profusely now, so that her skin became more and more slippery, making it difficult for Jim to keep a grip on her legs.
"Oh yes, Barney-oh my darling brother-yes, yes, I need you now-your prick-I need fucking, Barney, hard, deep fucking-oh you suck so well, but now you must stick your prick into me. Oh my darling-Jim, Jim-tell him to fuck me, tell him--"
Jim smiled to see his wife become so excited. Slowly he released her legs and began edging away from her, placing her head on the pillows.
"You better get started, before she loses her marbles," he grinned, tapping Barney on the shoulder. Then he moved off the bed and finally sat down in his armchair. His prick had become stiff again, all in a matter of minutes after his previous ejaculation.
Peggy giggled and squirmed when Barney moved his slurping tongue up from her cunt, over her belly, over her breasts, until he had reached her face.
"Mmmm-mmm--" she purred as she licked her own juices off his lips, and then she plunged her tongue into his mouth, receiving him between her nervous, muscular thighs.
They were like powerful clamps around his body, eagerly holding him as his glans touched the middle of her slit.
"You're there now-right there," she sighed, lifting her buttocks off the bed, and without Barney having to use his hands to guide himself, he felt the rigid member slip smoothly into the tight-fitting hole.
That moment was always the best, the most exciting, after the foreplay. He felt the smooth sides of his sister's vagina engulf his tool, hold it, squeeze it, and when he had reached bottom, when they were both grinding their pelvises together, he began to hump.
Barney had not even realized how excited he was on that day until he found that he had to stop moving for a few seconds to prevent his sperm from squirting out too soon, after only a few thrusts.
Peggy, perfectly attuned to him, held still while he breathed laboriously, struggling to control himself.
Then the crisis passed and slowly, carefully, they began to fuck once more. Generally, whenever this happened, Barney was able to continue for quite a long time once he had won the first battle and held back his premature ejaculation. Soon he was pistoning away once more, keeping up the pace beautifully, until she suggested that they change pose.
"The way you did it with Jim before?" he asked.
"Yeah-but the other way around. Facing your feet, you know. That way you can stuff your fingers up my asshole!"
"Sensualist!" smiled her brother. He rolled over, away from her, and instantly she straddled him and forced herself down over his pointing cock. Before him he could see the sinuous, moving back, slender and long and graceful, the tiny dimples at the top of his sister's ass, and then her full, firm buttocks on either side of the crack. With gusto he dug his fingers into that tender flesh, massaging her, squeezing her buns while she started to bounce.
Between her spread thighs he could see his own prick, standing up, holding its own, no matter how hard she slammed herself down on it. Then he stretched his middle finger toward the delicate little hole of her anus and fondled it lovingly.
"It's good-oh so good," she moaned, her sphincter muscles, the puckered-up little ring around the hole, pinching the tip of his finger as it entered her.
She had become tighter back there than before. He forced his finger in deeper, entering her bowels.
"It's been a while since you fucked her shit hole, Barney," remarked Jim, now stroking himself lustily.
"You like to see me do it? asked Barney with a grin.
"Shut up and fuck-fuck--" moaned Peggy.
The two men laughed. They both liked and enjoyed teasing her at such times, and when she protested, when she told them to mind what they were doing instead of talking about it, they knew that actually she too enjoyed the game. It sometimes served to prolong copulation.
"Why don't you slip it into her shit hole right now?" said Jim. "You've got her in a good position after all.
"Naw-you let him finish where he started," said Peggy. "It just feels too damn good right now! Hey, you come over here Jim, look at that hard-on you've given yourself! Lemme see if I can't make the two of you come at the same time."
It was one of the advantages Peggy enjoyed by having two men at her disposal so often. There were few things she loved better than to receive sperm from both of them at the same time, at both ends, and when her husband stood up and moved closer to the bed, when his prick was pointing at her face, she leaned forward and wrapped loving fingers around its shaft.
Her mouth opened, her moist lips brushed over the glans, and then she had him. With little grunts of pleasure, leaning forward and bouncing on her brother, she began to suck Jim.
Barney had shifted his body down a little so that his feet were dangling down over the foot of the bed. This brought Peggy forward sufficiently so that she was able to fellate her husband in all comfort while continuing to enjoy her brother's penetration to the fullest.
Her juices were flowing freely over Barney's legs as she continued to hop up and down on him and she steadied herself by clinging to Jim's cock with both hands.
As for her husband, he stood his ground, legs slightly spread out and pelvis jutting out. His hands were gently caressing his wife's cheeks and her soft, flowing hair.
When his excitement mounted, when he was well on his way to yet another ejaculation, his fingers dug in a little harder, seizing her arms, from below, near the armpits, and he began thrusting himself into her quite deeply.
The gagging sounds coming from her mouth did not worry Barney. They didn't mean that he was forcing himself too far into her, they only marked her own efforts to take as much of his glans and shaft down her throat as she possibly could.
Above all, she was intent at this point upon bringing both men to climax simultaneously, knowing that to feel their twin ejaculation run into her from both sides would not fail to bring her to orgasm. Jim had started later and he was on his second run, so it was on his prick that she would have to concentrate most.
Deep-throating her husband had always had a most beneficial effect and it was for this reason that she made every effort possible to overcome the natural, physiological reaction which caused her throat muscles to contract whenever his glans reached too far.
She had done it before and she knew that she could do it again. Forcing herself forward, gagging once more but not losing courage, she finally felt her gullet widen under the thrust of his tool, felt it slide down her throat, and there she kept it, her lips moving at the very root of his prick, nibbling at 'his short hair, until he began to utter those deep, guttural groans that always preceded his imminent ejaculation.
Now her brother! Bearing down on him, contracting her vaginal muscles, she pinched on his prick, pulled on it, milked him until at last the hot fountain erupted.
Barney's second squirt of semen coincided with Jim's first. Held between the two men, feeling as if some enormous organ had been run clean through her body, in one end and out the other, Peggy twitched in quick, nervous convulsions as she too started to come.
She had begun pumping with her mouth again, now that her goal was achieved, so that Jim's ejaculation filled her where she could taste it, so that it ran over her tongue to be then swallowed avidly.
But clearly, even half a dozen abundant squirts from Jim's prick were not enough to still her appetite at this point. Lifting herself up a little, she allowed Barney's sperm to slowly drip out of her slit and onto his crotch, then whirled around, scrambling for it like a hungry animal, grunting and slurping and swallowing, licking it off his prick and balls.
"Eat, baby-eat--" sighed Barney happily, fondling her shoulders and the back of her neck as she worked on him. He smiled up at his brother-in-law.
"Pretty good, wasn't she?" he murmured.
"Like I told you. Always, this time of the month. And if you think that this will be all for tonight, you've got another think coming!"
"You bet your fuckin' asses," grinned Peggy, looking up from her brother's crotch, her mouth and chin glistening with a mixture of male and female come.
"What you need," smiled Barney, "is a third fellow.
"Or chick--" she murmured.
"Is that so?" laughed Jim who knew that she had never, so far, experimented with members of her own sex. She kept no secrets from him and he would have known if she had had any kind of lesbian experiences in the past, she would have derived great pleasure from describing everything to him in great detail.
Both he and Barney knew though to whom she alluded. It was her own, discreet way of bringing up the subject of their neglected plans which would include Helen as well as Marion.
"I did want to talk to you about this," murmured Barney now. "Might as well do it now," he sighed, looking at Jim. "It's been a while now, since I've wanted to do something about it, and somehow I haven't been able to really make any headway. I just don't know how to go about it."
Peggy smiled and shook her head from side to side. "Poor, poor Barney," she chuckled. "He's reached an impasse. What are you afraid of? Helen or the kid?"
"Helen," he admitted. "Why, she doesn't even know about us. I think she would not like the idea at all."
"Oh yes she would," Peggy assured him. "Once she can bring herself to accept it. She has accepted quite a bit she didn't like in the beginning, hasn't she?"
Barney had kept them both posted on all of his progress, of course. He had confirmed that which Jim already knew, the fact that Marion had been deflowered, very much in the manner recommended by her aunt. To this, unknown to Barney for the moment, came all the information Jim had given her on his little adventure with the young girl. Peggy had laughed and congratulated him in a half-mocking way, since after all he had not entirely succeeded in what he had set out to do.
She was surprised, somehow, that Marion had not yet followed through and had not yet approached her father in any way about consolidating her relationship with her handsome uncle. But now she sensed that it was probably due to Barney's attitude in general. Peggy's keen, intuitive and analytical mind, went to work now.
"If you don't do something," she said, "it's very often' because you really don't want to, Barney," she said softly.
He immediately protested, assuring Peggy and Jim that he very definitely wanted nothing more than to organize a little free-for-all with them and his own two sweethearts.
"Something tells me," she smiled, "that maybe, just maybe, you're being a little possessive about the kid. Sharing her with your own wife is one thing, but with me and Jim-
Listen Barney, it's really not good for her. You must let her grow up, and yes, alas, away from you. She's over twelve years old now, which isn't much in general, but a lot in her case. She's got the sexual experience of a girl twenty years old or more, and the emotional experiences, outside of her family, of an infant. She's gonna have to catch up, Barney, she simply will have to."
For a moment, her brother remained silent. He had learned long ago not to reject off-hand any of Peggy's theories about him. After all, if he really wanted to be honest with himself, he had to admit that she had a point.
"She senses it, Barney, she does. Young girls are like that. Lots of intuition. And that's why she wouldn't come out and ask for anything she feels might hurt you or upset you. She's obviously a very good kid, very much attached to you, and you shouldn't take advantage of that."
"You're very fond of her too, aren't you?" murmured Barney.
"Extremely. It's true, I've never had-anything with a girl or a woman, not even when I was an adolescent. But this one, gosh, I might as well admit it, Barney, I've got the hots for your kid and I've got them bad!"
"What about Helen?"
"I'm extremely fond of Helen. I know that I could very well respond to her if she were interested. Listen, Barney, I want to leave you with a thought, before you go home, a thought that might encourage you a little, that might prompt you to act.
"Just think of it: Helen, Marion and me, the three of us before you, in bed, forming a circle and sucking each other's cunt. I mean, just think of it, of how beautiful that would be. And you could break in anywhere you like, anytime you like and make it four."
She did not mention Jim, quite aware of the fact that he was the one Barney feared in some dim way. Jim and Marion-that was something he was perhaps not yet ready to face, although he would easily accept to share his wife with him. If this had never happened it was simply because he had left Helen in the dark about his incestuous relationship with his sister. An unreasonable fear, of course, in Peggy's eyes, especially since she had made no bones about it when she had first fallen in love with Jim. But she had long ago forgiven Barney for this weakness.
"I'll try," he nodded. "I really shall!"
"I know you will. The only obstacle now, I believe, is you yourself. Once you overcome that, the road is open. And I promise you, the rewards would be many. You would not regret, not ever, having included us in your pleasures." Barney was no longer certain of it when he reached his home that night. And when his daughter ran to him and threw her arms around his neck and murmured those words he loved, "Daddy-my daddy--" when he received her wet, nibbling kisses, he found it very hard indeed to accept the notion of sharing her with another man.
"My baby, my little girl," he murmured fondly, holding her close, and then Helen joined them, embracing them both, and for a while they stood in the little entrance hall, swaying and kissing each other. It was a happy home, he thought. Why not leave things as they are?
Schedules and rituals had long ago gone out the window. There were no longer days assigned for pleasure and days for abstinence. There were only days and nights filled with tenderness and passion, easily aroused and easily satisfied whenever one or the other of them felt the need for it.
Now it was obviously Marion who was in need of caresses and attention, and when Helen saw with what frenzy she started to knead her father's prick, right through the material of his trousers, she told them that she would be in the kitchen for another half hour at least, since she had prepared something special for dinner and it wasn't quite ready.
"Why don't you two go upstairs for a little fun?" she smiled. "Marion's homework is all done. Just go ahead and enjoy yourselves. Maybe I'll bring dinner upstairs and we'll make a big mess in bed!"
Both father and daughter laughed at this remark, remembering that one of the many taboos in Helen's life used to be that of eating in bed. Oh yes, that was strictly "verboten," until they had discovered that a feast of the senses could include fucking, eating and listening to fine records, all at the same time.
Marion took her father's hand and, smiling up brightly at him, pulled him to the staircase.
"Let's go and fuck, Daddy," she whispered, as always seeming to savour the formerly forbidden, dirty word with relish.
Upstairs, in the bedroom, they went through the little routine of removing Marion's panties, something they had worked out between them gradually, over the last few weeks.
Barney sat down on the edge of the bed and waited while Marion stood a few feet away from him, her hands interlocked behind her back, her body swinging slightly from side to side in the graceful movement of a reluctant, somewhat embarrassed little girl.
"Come to Daddy," he smiled, "come my little darling-I bet you need changing. Lemme feel-come here."
"Oh it's wet all right," she murmured. "I've been thinking of you all day, I've missed you-that's why the panties are wet."
"Well, then come over here-let Daddy feel your little twat in there-come, come," he coaxed her.
Slowly she stepped forward and he opened his legs so that she could stand real close. Slowly, gently, he touched her legs and let his hands slide upward.
"You must hold nice and still for your daddy now," he murmured, feeling his prick stiffen, "you mustn't wriggle around-there now. Where is that sweet little pussy-there--"
He brought his fingers up from below, touching the crotch of flimsy garment from below. Yes, indeed, there was moisture there, the moisture of her desire. Barney breathed in through his nose, smelling the delicate, fragrant perfume that rose from his child's cunt. How responsive she was to the touch of his fingers!
Marion twitched and sighed when his finger traced the outline of the long slit, on the outside of the panties. He was moving up, to where a fine, blonde down had recently begun to sprout at last, to where the elastic of the panties held them up, and slid his hand down, palm against the girl's belly, fingers probing below.
"There we are, little girl," he whispered, "there we are-Daddy's gonna make it all better-you'll see--" His middle finger reached her clitoris and stopped there, moving very slowly from side to side.
"You're jerking me off Daddy, oh yes, you are," moaned the girl and her eyelids came down over die blue of her irises. She was thoroughly excited, he could tell because she was really wet this time. From her clitoris he went down further, right into the slit, until he could feel the small hole, tender and sensitive to his touch, from which all the moisture was coming.
"Now there's a sweet little pussy-the sweetest pussy in the whole world. Who's got the sweetest pussy? Nobody but my baby--"
Continuing to masturbate the child very, very gently, Barney began pulling down her panties with his left hand. She wriggled and moaned again.
"When you do that-oh Daddy-yes, that way, with your fingers. Oh, it makes me want to fuck!" she whispered.
"Patience, patience, my angel," he told her. "All in good time. Right now, let's just see to it that you're nicely lubricated. There, that's it-stick out your belly a little-there--"
The panties were on the floor now and Marion had stepped out of them. Standing with her legs slightly spread out, her pelvis thrust out at her father, she quietly enjoyed his caress on her vulva.
"Will you show me what you are going to fuck me with, Daddy?" she asked after a while, her voice soft and sweet.
"Why of coarse, my little angel. It's right here-here--" With his left hand again, he unzipped his fly and allowed his erect prick to pop up like a jack-in-the-box. Marion smiled and licked her lips.
"What's that?" she asked, opening her eyes wide,-round and innocent.
"That's Daddy's prick. All for his little girl."
"And you're going to stick it into me? Into my cunt?"
It was more than he could bear just then without giving the kid a tumble. Nervously he pulled her toward him, sticking one finger up into her vaginal passage and fingering her anus with the other. Yes, yes, he thought, that was something he had still saved up. Perhaps today, yes today-right up her little shit hole, he dreamed. Then be would be able to go all the way inside, bury himself in her. But it would have to be in Helen's presence. He would not deprive her from assisting in this rectal defloration.
Barney lifted his daughter's skirt way up to her waist and leaned forward to bury his tongue inside her bellybutton.
She began to giggle hysterically, squirming and struggling, until she escaped from his hold on her and jumping back a few feet, she began tearing off her dress.
Barney stood up and quickly undressed too. Naked, his prick pointing at Marion, the glans slightly raised in a sweeping arc, he advanced upon her.
Naked as he was now, Marion hunched her shoulders, raised her folded arms protectively in front of her and giggled. He easily lifted her up in his arms and while holding her blew hot breath into her belly once more so that she started kicking her legs and flailing her arms again, and carried her, screeching with glee, to the bed.
He threw her down, so that she bounced on the soft mattress, then grabbed her ankles and buried his face in her crotch. Yes, this was even better, much better than frigging her! And Marion knew just exactly how to make him happy when he did this. Her little hands groped, searched, and then he felt the warm soft mouth of the child come to him, engulf his glans, and for a while they writhed on the bed, sucking each other.
"Now down to business," he grinned, running his tongue once more down from her clit to her asshole, and jumped away so that his cock came out of her mouth with a popping sound.
Eagerly the girl lay back on her shoulders and lifted her legs to offer him all that he wanted. The smell of her excited cunt had become much stronger now and he threw himself on her like a rutting animal. She loved it when he treated her that way, when his hands mauled her little breasts and squeezed her waist while his glans pounded at her hole.
Marion reached down to clutch his prick at the base and guided him in. As always she did wince just a little when he penetrated, but at the same time sighed with such shuddering delight that he sank the plunger in without hesitating.
"Fuck, Daddy, fuck me hard," she moaned, "oh, yes, yes, now, you're in me, oh, how big it is, and so hard, fuck me, oh please fuck me." Furiously he pumped into her, slamming his body against hers, feeling her delicate skin become moist and slippery with sweat. Her fingers massaged the base of his cock and had he been able to go all the way in, had she been big enough to accommodate him, it could not have been any better, he told himself.
Barney was still going strong, although Marion had already climaxed twice, when the door opened and Helen, already undressed, came into the bedroom. In her hands she carried a large tray on which a bowl with deep-fried shrimps and a bottle of white wine were standing. "Well?" she smiled. "What comes first?"
She set the platter down on the bed, next to the copulating pair. Then, as if to tempt and tease them, she took one of the shrimps and put it into her mouth. Chewing on it, she held out a second one to her daughter who took it without missing a stroke. As for Barney, he simply, bit off one half of the shrimp protruding from Marion's mouth, and it was a messy, greasy kiss that left them both laughing.
"All right, all right," groaned Barney, "I'm gonna pull out of you now, since your mother won't let us fuck in peace. Come on, baby, let's eat."
And over dinner, sitting up on the bed with his wife and his daughter, feeling good and still with a hard-on to take care of, Barney suddenly knew that he would be able to talk about his sister.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"And all this time-all this time," murmured Helen, shaking her head, "you have never told me." She certainly did not seem to be angry. Only melancholy, in some way. Perhaps even disappointed in him.
Barney glanced at his daughter who had not uttered a single word while he told of his childhood at home, of his relationship with Peggy and how it had continued until that very day.
Her eyes were staring at him, round and full of wonder. He knew that his story had had a stimulating effect on her, and indeed, while he had been talking, and even now, her hand was moving slowly, absentmindedly, between her crossed legs.
"When, when was the last time, Barney? I mean, last week? This month? Yesterday?" asked Helen now.
"You see? Don't you see why I couldn't talk to you about it before? And even now you're jealous."
"No, no, Barney, not jealous," sighed Helen. "Certainly not of Peggy. Don't ask me why, but somehow it seems, well, I don't see her as a rival, somebody who could take you away from me. No more than I would fear that Marion could take you away from me."
"All right then. I was over at her house before coming home tonight."
"And you--"
"Oh, yes, yes, we did. Quite thoroughly."
"Is that why you didn't finish with Marion? Have you exhausted yourself?" Despite herself, Helen had spoken with a bit of an edge to her voice.
"No, no," protested Barney. "We were eating now-I just stopped to eat."
"Then show me," said Helen calmly. "I'm not jealous of Peggy, no, but I don't feel that it is right for you to deprive us, your wife and child, so that you might please your sister."
A cold chill crept up Barney's spine. Of course, he was ready to take up with Marion where he had left off. But a command performance? That was another thing all together. He looked at his daughter, his brow furrowed.
"Hi, Daddy," she whispered, her legs opening slightly and she took her hand away from her pussy so that he could see it. Quite suddenly he realized that she would always be on his side, that she would never blame him for anything that he did for the mere pleasure of it.
"I'm 'still all soggy down there," she murmured, touching his arm, "And I'm sure I'm gonna come the minute you stick it in."
Barney's prick, which had somewhat gone to rest while he had eaten and then spoken, suddenly twitched once more. Yes, if anybody could get to him again and again and again, it was that fantastic little girl.
Slowly she leaned back against the pillows piled up at the head of the bed and her crotch opened wide. Her dainty fingers held the skin taut on either side of the slit, so that she exposed herself lewdly to her father's staring eyes.
"It sure is creamy now, Daddy," she whispered. "Oh, so creamy, but please, please, Daddy, before you stick your pecker into me, please just a little? With your tongue?"
Dimly he understood that she wanted to give him time to get it up. She would have guessed that his prick could not long remain limp once he had his tongue up her twat, and grateful for her insight, her father stuffed it precisely into that warm and cozy place.
No more than three minutes were needed to get him into shape. Lifting himself up on his knees, between the girl's slender legs, proudly showing her the staff sticking away from his body, he smiled down at her.
"Ready, angel?" he murmured.
"Ready, Daddy," sighed the young girl and spread herself open. With a soft, wet sound, his prick plugged up her hungry little hole, and once they were both writhing on the bed, they were clinging to each other, copulating lustily until Barney's voice rose in a long, shuddering moan. "Okay now," said Helen. "My turn."
Barney turned to her and frowned.
"Now just you wait a little minute," he said, annoyance in his voice. "Under normal circumstances you would not expect me to stick it into you the second I've pulled it out of her, would you now?"
"Don't you worry, honey," she said, reaching for his prick, still full of come and full of their daughter's vaginal emissions. "I'll do it as I would normally. I don't expect more from you, and not less." And with that she leaned over to put his prick into her mouth.
Barney felt anger well up inside him. Rather harshly he pushed her away from him, for this was not desire on her part, this, most clearly, was a challenge.
"I'm not giving any performances, Helen," he growled. "Not anymore."
"I just want my due," she protested, sudden tears welling up in her beautiful eyes.
"Go frig yourself," he shrugged, reaching for his pants. All that he had overcome was back again. The resentment of her controlling hold over him, the resentment that had made a poor lover out of him until finally Marion had fully come into their lives, into every aspect of it.
Yes, Peggy was right. The last obstacles to his freedom had to be removed, and only his sister's and Jim's participation could reassure him now.
Ignoring his wife who had brusquely gotten up from the bed and was putting on her bathrobe, he once again turned to his daughter.
"Darling," he whispered into her ear, "I am going to ask you something very important." Helen had left the room, having gone to take her shower. He would be able to speak to Marion quite freely now.
"Do you like your Aunt Peggy and Uncle Jim?" he asked her.
Marion nodded, her eyes serious.
"No, not just for dinner. For the entire weekend. From Friday night until Monday morning. Do you understand?"
She nodded silently and cocked her head. There was a little glint in her eyes which he was not quite sure he could understand.
"They would be spending three nights with you, with Mommy and with myself, do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"And they would see what we are doing together. How happy we are together. Do you know what that will do to them?"
"Yes, Daddy. Uncle Jim's gonna get an erection and Aunt Peggy's cunt is gonna get all wet. Gee, I hope they'll let us watch them screw."
"They certainly will. But they'll want more than that. What do you think they will want?"
"They'll probably want to do it with me and you and Mommy, won't they?" Marion said it as if it were indeed the most normal thing in the world. Her father smiled at her.
"That is correct, sweetheart. Only that Aunt Peggy has never done it with a girl yet. Would that bother you?"
"Oh, no, Daddy, I think I could show her how it's done. I could teach her. That would be fun."
"Then you would want to make love to her and-well, and to Uncle Jim of course."
"Of course," she shrugged, the tone of her voice very casual. It was a little difficult, but Marion managed very well to hide their excitement when her father mentioned the handsome young man who had already come all over her belly, not so long ago.
On several occasions she had wanted to make good on her promise to her uncle, had wanted to bring it up with her father. Yet, each time, something had held her back. It was as if she had sensed that the time had not yet come, that she would hurt his feelings, and that is she were just to be patient enough, all good things would come her way.
But there was still one obstacle now, she realized, one that would not be too easily overcome. Fortunately she would not be alone in facing it, and it was with deep trust for her father in her blue eyes that she lifted them up to him.
"There's the problem with Mommy, isn't there?" she said softly.
"We shall deal with it, don't worry, we shall," said Barney. "You must understand that your mother has some problems. She did not have very understanding parents, you see. It was not like with us, they were of a different generation. Mommy has to overcome a few inhibitions, just like she had to do it before she could face that the three of us-well, you know it all just as well as I do."
"Yes, I know, Daddy. We must both be patient with her."
"That's the spirit, that's my girl," he smiled, pulling her into his arms. Almost instantaneously he reacted physically to the touch of her skin, of her arms around his neck.
"I'll rub your prick for you a little," she murmured.
"You do that, darling-you do that," sighed Barney, holding her close and feeling her delicate handwork on him. But when his organ had stiffened, when he turned to her and took her lips, she squirmed away from him and smiled.
"No, Daddy, I made it hard especially for Mommy. Go, give it to her. She needs it now." Barney looked at his child, marveling at her understanding and at her devotion to her mother. Then he nodded. Of course, she was right.
"Go, Daddy, fuck her in the shower, I'll watch through the keyhole, okay?"
"Sure, my love. Sure." Smiling, Barney got up and went to the bathroom door. Helen had not locked it and he felt confident that she would accept him now. Slowly he went to her, to the pulled shower curtain behind which he knew he would find her wet, warm, beautiful and naked.
"Get away from me now," hissed Helen, as Barney pushed himself into the shower, next to her. He tried to grab her, hot she was slippery with soap and difficult to hold. And she was struggling fiercely.
"It's too late, too late now, you creep," she whimpered, straining to escape her husband's hold. "It's just too much-the straw that breaks the camel's back, dammit!"
Her face was wet from the shower which was still on, yet he could tell that she was also crying. Barney was somewhat surprised, since earlier she had seemed to take things a little lighter. That's the trouble when you give them time to think, he mused!
No, maybe it was because he had always catered to her, to her whims, Had always waited too long before doing things his own way. Maybe this was the time, once and for all, to assert his authority over his wife, for in his book, that's the way it had to be for a marriage to hold together.
"You listen to me now," he snarled at her, shaking her somewhat roughly, "you listen, Helen! If there's one thing I did wrong, then it was to worry about your feelings. That's where I was an idiot! Same thing with the kid, when I wanted to fuck her. If I had only listened to my own feelings, I would have been in her a long time ago! But all this is over, from now on it's going to be as I say. Sure I'm fucking Peggy, and now that you know it, I'll be fucking her right here, in the house, where you can see us do it!
"You wouldn't!" gasped Helen.
"Oh yeah? And why not? You better not make a fuss about it. Why, even Marion shows more maturity about these things than you! You could take an example from her."
"What-what do you mean?" she whimpered, astonished by his words. "You don't mean to say that you told her-that she agrees to--"
"Yes, yes, yes, and a hundred times yes! All of us. One happy family, you hear me? And when Peggy and Jim get through with you, you'll thank me for it."
He was almost shouting now, still shaking her, holding her by her arms? And as had happened previously when he asserted himself, when he saw fear in her eyes, when she was finally forced to submit, his desire for her reached a new peak.
"I'm gonna fuck .you now, Helen-right here in this fuckin' bathroom. Right here in the shower-you just wait and see!"
"I don't want to-nooo--" she sobbed and struggled, and he pushed her up against the tiles of the little stall.
"Lift your leg, bitch, lift it--" he shouted, forcing his prick into her crotch, pushing it against her with one hand around the shaft. "Give in, you hear? Pull up your leg-or do you want me to kick it for you?"
The warm water continued to splash down on the two of them, running over their skins, making them hot to the touch. Somehow Barney succeeded in wedging his member into the right place, and when he gave a good shove she cried out, but he was inside.
"That's the way-oh yes, now I've got you," he panted. There was no place for her to go. He had her completely cornered at last, was firmly holding one of her legs up with one hand, and had his prick so deeply rammed into her cunt that he was able to finish off right there and then.
He no longer worried about pleasing her, about holding back until she could come. His lust for his wife was a wild, raving one, uncontrollable and totally selfish. Within seconds, almost, he emptied himself into her body and, stepping away from her, watched her sink into a crouching position, against the wall.
She was shuddering, right there under the warm water, and weeping softly. He had really not given her enough time to come, yet enough to catch fire. And so she sobbed and rubbed her cunt with one hand, desperately trying to make herself come.
"Aw cut it out, you stupid broad," growled Bailey, feeling a little guilty, now that he had satisfied himself. "Go in there and let the kid take care of it. Go ahead."
And taking her by the arm, wet as she was, he dragged his wife into the bedroom where Marion was waiting under the blanket.
"Be nice to your mother," grumbled Barney gruffly, pushing Helen toward the bed. And then he watched as the young girl caressed and kissed her mother, trying to console and satisfy her. She finally wound up with her face between Helen's thighs and the woman no longer cried, no longer resisted, and at long last found relief.
Helen had not at all come around to seeing things her husband's way on the fateful day when Jim and Peggy were supposed to arrive for a rather lively weekend Barney had planned for them all. On that Friday she went about her preparations for dinner rather listlessly, from time to time casting sidelong glances at Marion who was doing her homework in the living room. She knew why the child was so industrious this afternoon. It was obviously so that she might be entirely free for the days to Come.
Helen found it difficult to imagine Marion in Jim's arms, and even less in Peggy's How Barney could want this was quite beyond her. And yet, somehow she was able to empathize with her daughter. Yes, from her point of view, from the point of view of an open, liberated child, such as she herself had never been, the prospect of a real orgy with people she knew and felt at ease with, might seem interesting.
For Marion's sake, only for Marion's sake, she had avoided arguing with Barney about it all. She did not wish to project her own uneasiness upon the child, thereby possibly shaking her healthy outlook on sex in general. But for herself, the thing seemed quite unthinkable now.
Why, she would have to give herself to her brother-in-law too! She, who had never known another man than her husband-and Peggy? No, no, Helen was no lesbian!
Barney had laughed heartily when she had made this objection to him and had asked her why she enjoyed Marion's tonguings so much, if indeed she was not interested in those of her own sex. Helen had been truly shocked, for Marion was Marion, her child, her beloved little girl, and that was a different matter altogether.
But Barney had absolutely refused to see the logic to her thinking. How callous could he get?
He had then informed her that for Peggy, too, it would be the first bisexual experience in her life, and somehow this had calmed Helen's fears a little. At least she would be facing a novice, like herself, although a more willing one, no doubt. With a woman experienced in matters of Sapphic pleasures, she would have felt altogether self-conscious and helpless.
The funny thing was that she liked both Peggy and Jim very much. They were family, they were good friends. Wouldn't that make it all even more awkward?
Helen sighed as she put the roast in the oven. Finally that was all she could do for the time being, her duty as a good hostess, as a good wife, about to receive her husband's relatives.
Secretly she somehow hoped, against all hope, that Barney had misunderstood, that he had delusions of his own and that neither Peggy nor Jim would want to touch her. Nor the girl, for that matter.
Somehow this hope was completely dashed the instant her sister-in-law stepped into the house, an hour later, and smiled at her. It was just that smile, the way a child might smile at a huge mound of whipped cream and cake, just before digging in. Her eyes told Helen hat Peggy had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
"Don't be so nervous," she whispered and giggled as she kissed Helen on both cheeks and felt her flinch and pull back a little.
"And here we have the little star of the house," she beamed, turning to Marion who had jumped up from her books and was looking brightly at her pretty aunt. Marion was scrubbed and dressed in a pretty pink dress with a rather short skirt that showed off her shapely legs.
"Aren't you going to say hello to your uncle?" murmured Peggy after having kissed her niece, as chastely as she had kissed Helen. But quickly, before letting go of the child, she whispered into her ear, "Look how excited he is."
Jim was now standing over her, chucking her under the chin and smiling down into her blue eyes.
"Hi, sweetie," he murmured. "All systems go?" He seemed to be full of self-assurance today, not at all the way he had been that day, at the ice-cream parlor, and afterwards. Somehow, Marion did not like him that way. She decided to do something about it.
"They always are with a girl," she said sweetly, "the question is to know whether your systems are go," and very quickly, so quickly in fact that only Jim was aware of it, she reached out and her hand pinched the flesh between his legs.
She had the great satisfaction of seeing him jerk back and blush. Now she knew for sure that she would enjoy the weekend.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Barney, much to his wife's horror, had set the tone for the evening when they had sat down at the dining room table.
"Before we all fuck, we shall eat!"
In the general laughter which ensued, nobody seemed to have noticed Helen's distress. Her face had become red as a beat and she could feel her lips tremble slightly. Then they had sat down and Marion, on her right side, had surreptitiously taken her hand.
Almost without turning her head toward her mother she had murmured the only words that could have helped just then, that could have made the moment a little less painful for Helen. "I love you, Mommy," she had whispered. Yes, Marion had noticed. Marion alone knew how Helen felt and she had wanted to show that she cared.
Barney, on Helen's left, had seen to it that his wife's glass never remained empty, urging her to drink more and more wine. Helen knew why he was doing it, but she cooperated.
Yes, let me get drunk, she thought. Then I just won't care-and neither will I be able to feel, to enjoy that which I do not want to enjoy!
When the meal drew to a close, Helen's head felt heavy, drowsy. She heard Barney's words but no longer understood them fully.
"It's getting late," he said with a smile, "and it's beddy-bye time for 'children. Marion, my angel, you better kiss everybody good night and go to bed."
The girl smiled at him. Her instructions were precise and she knew what was expected of her, what her father meant. She, the youngest one, was to give the signal for sensuality to come to the fore, her kisses were to be much more than a little girl's good-night kisses, and if she was sent to bed it was not for sleep, but to wait there, ready to receive those who would seek her out.
"Good night, Daddy," she murmured and put her arms around her father. She was standing between his legs, looking down at the sitting man, and a silence fell around the table. Slowly she bent her head down to him, her mouth opened, her tongue, red and pointed darted out, and then she kissed him. Little shivers seemed to run through her graceful young body as he held her and let his own tongue play with hers.
"Good night, Mommy," said Marion then, putting her arms around Helen. Her lids heavy from too much wine, the woman looked up and smiled weakly.
"Good night, my little darling," she lisped, and her moist lips parted to the child's tongue.
"Good night, Aunt Peggy--"
Peggy's lovely eyes became moist with emotion. Before her, only inches away, was the first female mouth to be kissed sensuously by her. There was the little tongue, tracing the outline of the lovely, arching lips, smiling now, ready for her.
"My-my little Marion," stammered the young woman, and her hands, at the child's waist, twitched slightly.
"Don't you want to kiss me?" asked Marion-softly, once more feeling the power of her femininity and of her personality. Why, she was the seductress now, and her aunt, the grown woman, had become her thing!
"I am going to kiss you," she smiled again, bent down and stuck her tongue quite suddenly and quite deeply into Peggy's mouth.
"Mmmmm-mmm--" mumbled Peggy, and for a tiny moment she actually struggled against her niece. But then she became very soft, very giving, and finally no longer wanted to let go of the girl.
"You will enjoy me, you'll see," promised Marion in a low voice, and finally turned to Jim.
"Kiss me, you old fuck," she said in a whisper so low that only he could hear it. But Jim had regained his composure quite well, by now, and grinning from one ear to the other, he pulled her down to his knees, making her sit on them. When he kissed her mouth he pushed her skirt up on her thighs, without the slightest hesitation, and began wedging one finger into her panties.
"Later," she giggled, squirming away from him. "Much, much later--" And then she was gone, her light feet flying up the stairs to the bedroom.
Somehow Marion could not help feeling the pounding of her heart when she entered her parents' bedroom to ready herself for what was to come. Slowly she took off her dress and picked up the new nylon nightie her father had bought her for the occasion. As she held it up against the light, admiring its sheerness and delicacy, she realized that it too was but a symbol of her own importance tonight.
Her father had had a hard time finding something as suggestive and sexy as this little garment in her size. But he had kept looking until he located it in a little shop in the city, catering mostly to Oriental women, whose delicate, small build came closest to Marion's.
The young girl was well aware that she would be the center of attention, the focal point, for most of the weekend, of the sexual lusts of her elders. She also realized that it had not been altogether easy for her father to offer her to the others in this fashion, and that it would make things easier for him if the evening, the night and the days to follow were to become a series of beautiful, esthetically and emotionally satisfying moments.
Marion stood before the full-length mirror on the wall and held the flimsy nightie up against her naked body. I am still so small, she thought. The breasts are small, there isn't much hair on my twat, and my arms are a little thin, the shoulders too. The legs are pretty, sure, nicely shaped-but all in all? Well, I'm really still a kid.
And yet, this delicate, graceful body she saw in the mirror, this innocent looking face with the large eyes, that was what drove the others to distraction. That was what made otherwise perfectly normal women lust for her. That was what reduced a grown man like Jim to the level of a stammering, blushing high school junior.
Dimly Marion was aware also of all the currents flowing back and forth between the four adults downstairs. The mixture of love and resentment welling up between, her father and her mother. The deep, almost dependent complicity between father and aunt, the different kind of complicity between her and Jim, both still childless, both more openly aggressive and exploitative of the niece they desired.
Marion sighed and then smiled at her reflection in the mirror.
"You've gotta watch out, baby," she murmured at her image. "You must be careful, sweet-considerate. Fair to everybody."
Marion moved her hips a little, then took a couple of dancing steps before the mirror, standing sideways and looking at her svelte young silhouette.
"You can do it too, Marion," she whispered. "You can! And you'll have them all eating from your hand!"
Then she sauntered to the bathroom, washed quickly, sprinkled' some of her mother's perfume on her neck and pubis and slipped into her nightie. She then pulled back the covers on the bed and climbed in, smack in the middle, pulled the blanket up to her neck and closed her eyes. The soft, indirect wall lights, the only ones she had left burning, were casting a warm glow over her serene little face and with a deep sigh she moved her hand up, under the nightgown, to the warm spot between her legs. Might as well be ready for them, she thought as she began to masturbate very slowly.
Marion knew that they would not all come to her at once. Her father had told her that Peggy would be first, Peggy the adventurous one, she who had seduced him when she was no older than Marion now. Peggy the innocent one, the timid one too, when she would touch the bare skin of another female for the first time.
Just thinking of it was exciting, thought Marion. More exciting than Jim. With him she knew pretty much how everything would go, but with Peggy it would truly be an adventure.
There was a knock on the door, and then it opened. Marion looked at the young woman's pretty face, at the somewhat frozen smile.
"Hi, baby," murmured Peggy and closed the door softly behind her. Marion did not reply but smiled at her aunt. Peggy was standing still, one hand nervously playing with the comer of the white collar of her black dress, twisting it and pulling on it.
"Your daddy sent me," she finally said in a husky voice.
"I know, Aunt Peggy." Peggy took a couple of steps forward and then stopped once more, smiling more brightly than before, her eyes too shiny. Wow is she nervous, thought Marion!
The girl pulled her right arm out from beneath the blanket and held out her hand, silently, fingers spread out and moving. Peggy rushed forward and seized it as if a lifeline had been thrown to her. Her fingers squeezed those of her niece and several times she opened her mouth as if to speak but said nothing.
"Aunt Peggy," murmured Marion as she pulled a little on the young woman's hand, "what the matter, Aunt Peggy?"
"Nothing-nothing really, my little angel," said Peggy softly and, following the pull of Marion's grip on her, she sat down on the edge of the wide bed. Marion sat up, revealing the almost bare top of her body, the round shoulders and the deep cleavage which, in her case, was still pretty smooth and flat. The frilly black lace-work on the shoulder straps and the top of the nightie contrasted not only with the whiteness of her perfect skin but somehow, . perversely almost, also with the innocent expression in her large, blue eyes.
When her aunt, somewhat troubled, lowered her eyes, Marion said very simply, "touch my arms, Aunt Peggy. Please."
Again the woman looked up and reached out, her fingers barely grazing the child's skin. But Marion, overacting a little on purpose, half-closed her eyes and hunched her shoulders a little in a sensual shiver.
"Oh yes-yes--" she breathed.
"Oh baby--" came the sob-like exclamation from Peggy's chest and then her arms suddenly shot out and wound themselves around the girl's body. Her lips were searching, groping until they found once more the delicate open mouth of her niece.
"Oh my little baby," Peggy moaned again when Marion slowly pushed the blanket away with her feet to reveal most of her young exciting body to the woman's eyes. Marion was moving her slender legs in such a manner that her nightie rode up to her belly almost at once, pushing her still almost hairless vulva forward a little. Her thighs fell open with a natural movement and Peggy looked down. Her tongue came out to lick her upper lip.
"You know Marion, I've never-I mean you know--"
"I know. Aunt Peggy. Daddy told me. But don't you worry, I can show you. I've done it plenty of times, you see--"
She gently seized her aunt's right wrist and pulled it to her crotch.
"Like When you do it to yourself, Aunt Peggy-just the same way. There, look, can you feel how wet it is getting?" It was Marion who at first had to guide the woman's hand, and Peggy's fingers seemed stiff, almost reluctant in the beginning.
Marion arched her back a little, no longer faking but becoming terribly excited at the thought of initiating, seducing Peggy.
"Inside, Aunt Peggy-inside," she murmured breathlessly. "You can go in, it's open you know--"
"Oh Marion-Marion--" sighed Peggy, and suddenly her hand sprang to life, her finger penetrated all at once and the girl's arms went up to pull her aunt's head down to her chest.
The top of lacy material easily slipped aside, and beneath the young woman's lips a turgid pink nipple seemed to be begging for attention. Peggy ran her tongue over it and sighed, shuddering a little with the mounting lust for the girl.
"Do it, Aunt Peggy. Oh yes, yes, do it-do it to me." moaned Marion and squirmed with sheer delight. Her legs parted even wider so that a good whiff of the creaming little cunt reached Peggy's nostrils.
"Ohhhh-ohhh--" she moaned, "that pussy-that sweet little pussy of yours--" and instantly threw herself upon it, her mouth open, her tongue searching, no longer holding back, finding that she was being accepted wholeheartedly.
Peggy might never have sucked a cunt before in her life, but she knew exactly how she liked it done herself. It did not take her long, therefore, to draw shrill little cries of joy from her niece.
To reward her for her attentions and also to satisfy her own curiosity, Marion had begun to let her two hands feel and work beneath her aunt's skirt. The panties were quickly pulled down and between the full, resilient thighs of the woman, small fingers began to fumble and search, to find and to fondle, all this with such expertise that Peggy finally jumped up.
"Oh no, not like that," she cried out. "Let's do it right, then. You wait just one little second, darling-one little moment, and Aunt Peggy's gonna be right back with you--"
She 'stood up and frantically, hastily pulled her dress off over her head, finally Standing naked. As for Marion, she wriggled out of her little nightie and held her arms out to the woman.
When their bodies joined, it was with total abandon, each sticking her face into the warmth of the other one's crotch, and by the time the door opened again, very softly, they did not hear it for all the lusty cries their first orgasm together was eliciting from them.
Smiling, Barney stood before his daughter and his sister, looking down at them, watching them come. His prick, already hugely erected from what he had done and witnessed downstairs in the living room, where Helen was now being thoroughly undertaken by his brother-in-law, started to throb and twitch.
It took all of Barney's will power to keep his hands away from the lissome bodies of the two on the bed, but he did not want to distract them during their climax. It would be that
much better to join them afterwards.
Only when Peggy finally rolled over on her back, away from the girl under her, moaning and smiling with the delicious sensation of total sexual fulfillment, did he quickly bend over and kiss her open mouth.
"It's you," she murmured, opening her eyes and flinging her arms around her brother.
"Well? Did you like it? Is my little girl the sweetest little lay in the world or isn't she?" He looked proud and happy.
"Oh, she is-she is!" cried Peggy. "Oh the sweetness of it all, of that tender young flesh-Barney, my darling, how can I ever thank you enough for making me such a lovely little niece?"
He laughed. "Don't forget Helen. She did most of the work, after all," he murmured. His right arm was around his sister, as he sat down. He was at the same time caressing his daughter's hair softly with his left hand.
"By the way, Daddy," murmured Marion now, "how is Mommy?" He smiled at her and nodded reassuringly. '
"Jim and I got her undressed all right, and on the couch. She started to balk a little when he began pushing his prick at her mouth, but I just went down on her and I could feel the cream starting to come out pretty darn quickly. You know, she's had a little too much to drink, and what she's saying doesn't make too much sense right now, but she finally opened her mouth all right and when Jim began to hump she sucked very nicely. Using her hands too. You'll see, Peggy, they're going to get along beautifully together, the two of them, there's no doubt about it. He excites her, basically, and when I left she was helping him encunt her. Oh yes, holding him with both hands and pulling to make him push it in. I wouldn't be surprised to see them arrive here any minute, a little out of breath of course, but quite happy."
"Then let's start something quickly," grinned Marion. "Come, Daddy-you and Aunt Peggy. I've never seen the two of you doing it together, after all."
"Oh, we're not going to leave you out, sweetheart, you can be sure of that," he smiled and leaned to her, kissing her mouth and rolling his tongue around hers.
Pulling her along with him, he lay down on his back and she quickly understood what he wanted her to do. She straddled his face and crouched down until his tongue reached into her twat. It was as wet as before, perhaps even wetter, and while wriggling her ass and giggling at the sensation his quick little kisses were provoking on the periphery of her open hole, she pointed to the stiffly erected prick and winked at her aunt.
What remained to be done was finally quite obvious, and Peggy gladly went ahead with it. Facing the girl, straddling her brother at the other end, she grabbed his tool and slowly, carefully impaled herself on it. She was biting down on her lower lip and whimpered with delight as she felt it penetrate all the way, and when it was completely inside her it was only natural for her and Marion to embrace and kiss as they rode Barney.
He was good at it too. Thrusting with his loins, shoving his prick up into his sister in rapid, hammering blows, did not prevent him from racing all around Marion's slit with the tip of his tongue.
"And again he began fingering her anus, his right middle finger searching and probing and exploring. When he smelled and felt all her wetness, when he rubbed it over her ass and into the crack, into the very hole, he decided that tonight, without fail, he would enter Marion from the rear. The time had come, no question about it. And if he delayed the thing any further, he knew that Jim would beat him to it.
Barney's tongue was making clicking, slurping sounds between the flanges of Marion's cunt and her cream was dripping all over his face. He sucked her clitoris, delighting to hear her little cries of ecstasy, feeling contractions pull Peggy's cunt together around his prick as she in turn responded to the excitation of the child in her arms.
"Oh my sweet-my little angel," the young woman kept purring, and now she was licking Marion's shoulders and her slender neck, making her put her head back to reach every spot of it.
With gurgling, laughing sounds mounting in her throat, the young girl enjoyed whatever her aunt did to her. Yes, she was as passionate as her mother, and yet it was different, softer and sweeter in one way, fiercer in another. Yes, it would always be different with people, and even while she started to come once more, Marion's mind wandered to her classroom, to some of the girls she knew, girls her own age, some as pretty as herself. And while she pushed her body against her father's mouth and clung to Peggy with all her might, a vision of herself, overcoming the trembling, timid resistance of a naked classmate gave her orgasm added spice. There was so much yet untried!
"She's coming, oh yes, oh Barney, look. Look Barney-she's coming again," whimpered Peggy, in ecstasy, not even thinking of her brother's position, which made it quite impossible for him to take in the view she suggested.
On the living room couch, downstairs, another orgasm was in the making.
"Push that prick in," grunted Helen half drunkenly, her head rolling from side to side. "Push it in, you fuckin' bastard-deep-good and deep."
Jim gladly complied, and at the same time he smiled. What a woman, that Helen! Oh, no doubt she resented the whole thing. No doubt it would take a little while, perhaps the entire weekend, before she could give herself and receive in return, without either feeling guilt or anger at the same time.
But this did not prevent her from doing it right as long as she was doing it, from demanding all that her partner was able to give her. Jim couldn't argue with that, only too happy to find her body willing and ready, even if her mind was still holding back.
As far as he was concerned, she had had just the right amount of wine that evening, not too much and not too little. She was far from being too drunk to feel every thrust of his prick, yet no longer sufficiently sober to deal with her own reluctances.
"Fuck me, you pig," she moaned, but her hands, on his ass and on his back, were as gentle as her words were rude.
"There it is, you stupid bitch," he replied, tit for tat, "there-and there-and there--" He was making violent love to her, ramming his member into the narrow channel with all his might. The couch beneath them was groaning and she locked her ankles behind his back.
"And when you're through with me," she grunted, "then you'll want to fuck the kid, I bet--"
"Yes-I'll do it too--"
"That's just your thing, isn't it? Stuffing that dong of yours into the innocent little pussy of a mere child. Oh you bastard! Yes-yes! You'll have to let me watch."
"You bet I'll let you," he panted, quickening the pace of his humping, "and not only that! You'll hold her legs open for me, just in case she gives me any trouble. And you'll grab my prick and guide it in, that's what you'll do--" Whatever protective feelings toward her little girl Helen had had, they were stifled now, put aside, as her orgasm took hold.
"Don't you worry, you dirty baby-fucker," she moaned, "I'll make sure my little angel doesn't get half-portions from you! Oh come on, come on, Jim, squeeze off your wad. Let's have it and get upstairs to the brat! "Oh yes-yes, it's happening to me now. Right now, Jim-right this very instant. Ohhhh-ohhhhh--"
Her teeth, small and sharp, suddenly dug into his right shoulder and she heaved and bucked while Jim's sperm was injected into her cunt. Then they lay still for a couple of minutes and quietly, silently, she licked the spots where her teeth had left slight reddening indentations on his skin.
Helen's climax had somehow sobered her up sufficiently so that she smiled at her brother-in-law when they got up from the couch. It was almost a sheepish little smile.
"Listen, Jim," she said softly, taking his hand, "I hope you are not angry with me."
"Why should I be?" he laughed.
"Well-some of the things I said-I had a little too much to drink, you know--"
What a decent person she really was, he realized! Gently he put his arms around her and kissed her on the forehead.
"I loved it, Helen," he murmured. "I really did. Why, you are a woman with real fire, with real temperament! You'll never hear me complain about that. And you know, if ever I should some day find myself in a situation where I'd have to commit rape to achieve my ends, with some chick, don't you think I'd want her to bite and scratch and fight? As long as she does it well!"
"You're a pretty dirty-well, I like you," she giggled, and then let out a little squeal as he pushed her toward the stairs with a stab of his right index finger, dead center between her buttocks.
They found Marion in her father's arms, the upper part of her body on his lap and his mouth on hers when they entered the bedroom. The young girl was moaning with pleasure and her feet, far apart, were kicking at the bedsheets, toes curled. And no wonder, for Peggy, crouching there, using her hands to further expose her niece's private parts, was apparently bent upon extracting every last ounce of juice from Marion's body.
She looked up and grinned when she was aware of the presence of her husband and of her brother's wife.
"You should have seen her before," she beamed, "I mean that girl is simply extraordinary! She ate up all the come Barney shot up my twat, a little while ago.
What a little tongue-what lips. And what a sweet little cunt--" With her last words she looked down, and then with a small cry of enthusiasm flung herself upon the child once more.
"You know what?" grinned Jim, looking at Helen, "I can feel it-another hard-on coming up!"
"Well then use it, go ahead and use it," said Barney who was almost anxious to get it done and over with, the penetration of his little darling by another man.
He pulled his sister away from Marion's snatch, pushed the girl forward, toward her uncle, and smiled, nodding at him encouragingly.
Man and child stared at each other for a second or two.
There were already memories between them, of which the others knew nothing as yet. There was all the waiting, hers and his. And now they began to smile.
It was as if the others were no longer there, as if they had been left alone together, the way Marion moved gracefully and easily toward him, standing up at the foot of the bed and putting her arms around him. Her soft cheek was pressed against his chest and she felt for him with her abdomen, pressing her belly upon his prick, and slowly began to slide down along his body.
"Uncle Jim" she murmured, as she delicately lifted his prick and sniffed it. There was her mother's smell on it, and this somehow made it even more attractive to her. With a long, smooth lick of her tongue she swept up along it, from root to tip.
She felt it twitch.
"Oh, Uncle Jim-you're going to fuck me now, aren't you? Oh, I'll make it so hard and stiff for you-so hard and stiff--"
Under the unblinking stares of her mother, father and aunt, Marion began to fellate her uncle. With each stroke of her mouth she could feel a consistent swelling in the column of flesh until it had finally hardened completely.
Lovingly she moved her tongue around his glans, in slow circles, tracing the outline of the rim, and then moved forward once more, swallowing as much of him as she could.
But Marion's mother put an end to the girl's oral performance. "Enough now, darling! You can always give him a complete blow-job tomorrow. This is the first time, and I want you to do it completely. Come on the bed, darling, and let Mommy open you up for Uncle Jim."
At last Helen was doing it. She was holding her daughter from behind, propping her up a little, and with her beautiful arms stretched out, she pried Marion's cunt lips apart for Jim.
Jim entered the girl as a love-starved bull might take its mate. Under his penetrating assault Marion's buttocks reared up, and this only helped him to reach bottom sooner.
"Ahh--" gasped the girl, "that's all there is. Don't push any more-no-not any more--" Gritting his teeth, Jim began to pump, and quickly his wife reached in, from behind, between his legs, to grab and hold the root of his member, thus protecting her niece from a penetration that might have hurt her. In barely two minutes, Jim's prick contracted and spat, squirt after squirt of come entering the tiny cunt.
Barney had watched the scene with much interest. But there was something else on his mind, something more exciting. "Hold her, Helen, hold our little angel-with her legs up high-yes, that's it--"
"What are you going to do?" asked Helen. "You'll see-you'll see-this is how to get a whole prick into her. This way...."
Hefting his prick, kneeling on the bed and pushing it up against the tiny anus of the child, just below her crack, he began to thrust. Enough of Peggy's saliva, together with Marion's own juices had flown down to her asshole to lubricate it thoroughly, and although the tightness of the hole hampered him, Barney's glans was finally pressed into the breach.
"There now-there-that was the hardest part," he grunted, when the girl winced and moaned a little. And then he followed through, burying the entire length of his cock into her bowels.
Oh Daddy-oh Daddy--" murmured Marion, the first pain and the burning sensation followed by a fullness, a pressure that spelled only pleasure. She knew that he had put all of it in. She knew that he would enjoy her now more than he ever had before. And when her mother slipped her hand down to her clitoris, moving her fingers gently back and forth while Barney continued to hump, Marion had the feeling that a new plateau in her life had been reached.
