Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Authors note: Dear Readers, all of my stories involve consensual incest and
sexual activities between and among grownups and tween girls (usually
8-12), and sometimes between or among grownups and teen boys (usually
12-15).  The stories all the place in between 1975 and 1985, before the
internet and in the early days of VCRs.  There is never rape, coercion,
intimidation, blackmail etc.

   Comments are appreciated.  e-mail me at earldevere(at)yahoo(dot) com

   CHAPTER TWO

   Two seconds after Gwen left, Suzi opened the kitchen door, "You dirty
old man!  Fuck me here.  Fuck me now, you nasty fucking pedophile."

   I came at her low, putting my right shoulder in her belly, and wrapping
my arms around her thighs.  I lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom
where I threw her down on the bed, and orally attacked her hot juicy cunt.

   "Oh my God," she moaned.  "That was so hot, watching you eat that little
girls pussy, and making her squeal like that."

   She was cumming hard in less than a minute.  Before her orgasm was over,
I rammed my cock into her sopping pussy and pounded hard and fast.

   "Heaven is licking a 7-year-old cherry," I said.

   "Oh God Oh God Ogodogodo FUUCKKK!!!"

   She was still writhing with her second orgasm when I again orally
assailed her cum-filled cunt, licking and sucking ravenously.  Her body
went rigid and literally quivered.  She pushed my face away from her
crotch.

   "No more!  Please.  No more," she whined.  "I already came twice
frigging myself, watching you and little Gwen."

   "It's hot, knowing that Ellie's been watching us fuck," I said.  "I
wonder if she's had any other girls over to witness our depravity."

   "You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

   "Tell me it doesn't turn you on, Miss Prissy.  You're as much an
exhibitionist as I am."

   "Maybe we should provide some kind of cover for our audiences, so the
cops won't catch them."

   "Bill Winston bought a vacant lot on Temple Street where he plans to
build a duplex to rent.  It's overgrown with oleander bushes.  Anyone
who'll dig 'em up and haul 'em off can have them."

   We went to the Green Thumb Nursery to get advice on transplanting
oleanders.  We also had to buy a sharp shooter shovel, burlap bags, potting
soil and fertilizer, before returning home and digging two holes, one at
the southeast corner of the house, where the oleander would obstruct the
view from the street, and another at the northeast corner, to obscure the
view from the alley.

   "Maybe we should think about building a privacy fence for the back
yard," Suzi said.

   "Maybe I can sell a couple of novellas to Greenleaf, to pay for the
wood," I said.  Suzi worked as the public information person for the City
of LaVue, Texas, to support me while I wrote the Great American Historical
Novel.  I frequently had to take breaks from research and writing, or
blocked on a chapter.  I wrote porn novellas, and had recently sold one to
Greenleaf.  The publisher said he would like to see more of my stuff.

   "You could write one about Gwen," she chuckled.  "You could write from
real life instead of from your fertile imagination."

   We drove our Blue 1969 Plymouth Station Wagon to the lot and dug up two
oleanders, each six or seven feet tall and bushy.  We bundled them up with
rope, tied them to the roof rack and transported them to the house, one at
a time.

   I had just finished planting the second bush, and was untying the
branches when I heard Gwen's voice,

   "Watcha doin', Mr.  Wiley?"

   I turned to see her with her little friend, Angie, who was plump like a
cherub, with little baby boobs.  She was wearing hot pink shorts and a
white tee shirt with hot pink polka dots.  The shorts and tee shirt were so
small, they looked painted on, and two polka dots accentuated her little
boobies, and a camel toe defined her fat little pussy.

   "Hi Gwendolyn.  Hi Angie."

   "No body calls me Gwendolyn," she giggled.

   "You're too pretty to be called just Gwen," I said.

   "My whole name is Angelina," Angie giggled.

   "I'll bet you were named after Angelina Dickinson, the Babe of the
Alamo."

   "How'd you know?"

   "I study Texas history," I said.  I wasn't going to tell her that the
Babe of the Alamo was a whore in Galveston when she died of a hemorrhage,
possibly from a botched knitting needle abortion.

   "Mr.  Wiley's writing a book about Texas history," Gwendolyn said. 
"Ellie told me."

   "The flowers are pretty," Angelina said.

   "Most of them fell off while we were transporting them here, " I said.
"I hope they grow back soon."

   "I gotta pee," Angie said, and ran toward her house across the street.

   I looked at Gwendolyn.

   "I didn't tell Our little Secret.  I told her about us peeking in and
watching you and Mrs.  Wiley, and I told her how big your cock was, and I
told her about hiding from the cops in the darkroom, and sneaking back home
after they left.  I didn't tell her about you and Mrs.  Wiley finding us.
And I didn't tell her nothin' about what we did."

   "Good girl."

   I was watering the plants when Angelina returned.  I squirted Gwendolyn.

   "Me!" Angelina squealed.  "Spray me too!"

   I sprayed both girls, their tee shirts immediately became transparent,
and their shorts slung to the contours of their little bodies.

   Suzi came out of the house and snatched the hose.  "You should be
ashamed of yourself," she said in mock anger.  She then turned the hose on
me.  The immediate shock of the cold water shriveled my dick to near
nothing, but it quickly grew again as I wrestled with Suzi for control of
the hose.  I lost the struggle, but got her thoroughly soaked in the
process.  It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra under her tee shirt, and
the soaked cotton clung to her stiff nipples.  My jeans clung to the
contours of my hard cock.

   Angie stared saucer-eyed at my bulge.  When she looked up at me, I was
openly staring at her boobs and smiling.  She grinned naughtily and proudly
stuck her chest out.

   "We've watered everything but the oleanders," I said, taking the hose
from Suzi and directing it to the bush.

   The girls wandered off, giggling and whispering.

   "Do you think Gwen told Angie?"

   "She said that she told Angie about peeking and hiding from the cops in
the darkroom, but nothing else."

   "That little girl was certainly interested in your big dick."

   "And she's obviously proud of her little boobies."

   Ellie returned home, a little sun burnt.  "What's for supper?"

   "Fried chicken and mashed potatoes," Suzi said.  "And a little
conversation."

   "Am I in trouble?"

   "Not if you're totally honest," Suzi said.  "But you're in deep shit if
you are not."

   "How long have you been spying on us?"

   Ellie thought a moment, "Since last summer."

   "This isn't the first time you've brought friends over.  Is it?"

   "No ma'am."

   "Who else has watched us fucking?"

   "Just me and Brenda a few times, and her 12-year-old cousin, Jan, once
when she was visiting.  Brenda was telling the others about it at the
party, and they wanted to see."

   "Did they enjoy the show?" Suzi asked, smiling.

   "Yes ma'am," Ellie giggled.  "And they think y'all are cool for not
telling on them.  They'd be in deep shit if their parents found out."

   Suzi hugged Ellie and said, "From now on, ask if you want to watch."

   "You'll let me?"

   "Why not?" I said.  "You've already seen us in action."

   "What about Bren, and Jessie and Wanda?"

   "We can't allow them to watch," I said.  "And you can't tell them that
we let you watch.  We could get into deep shit."

   Ellie looked at the oleanders and grinned.  "Nobody can see anyone
peeking in."

   "We've got to make sure nobody's watching when you're in the room with
us," Suzi said.

   "I can put a motion detector in the eaves, and wire it to a light in the
bedroom," I said.

   "You are a perverted genius," Suzi laughed.

   "Can I watch now?"

   "Only if you ask correctly," I replied.

   "May I watch now?"

   "I have to shower first," I said.

   "Me too," Suzi said.

   "Can...May I watch?" Ellie asked.

   "Certainly," I replied.

   We live in an early 1950s Pleasant Valley subdivision suburban ranch
style tract home with three bedrooms, one bathroom, and a one-car garage. A
full sized car will fit in it, but only a slender person can open the doors
wide enough to squeeze in and squeeze out.  The utility area on the north
end of the garage has been curtained of for my darkroom, the rest of the
garage is Ellie's playroom.

   The bathroom is small, with the clothes hamper and linen pantry
immediately to the right as you enter.  The toilet is to the left, with a
3'x4" partition between it and the faucet end of the bathtub.  The sink is
on the wall opposite the tub.  A standard bathroom window is on the north
wall.  There isn't much floor space.  Two is a crowd.

   It didn't take long to undress, I was wearing a short sleeve sports
shirt and cutoff jeans, Suzi was wearing a tee shirt and short shorts.  I
adjusted the water temperature, and we stepped into the tub.  Ellie looked
in around the shower curtain.  I put my hand to the shower head and
directed the water in her direction.

   "Dad-dee!" she squealed.  "You're an asshole."

   "Want to join us?" Suzi asked.

   There was a brief hesitation before Ellie stripped and joined us.  I was
first under the shower head to soak, then Suzi and I changed places, the
fronts of our bodies sliding against each other My stiff member brushed
against her lower belly and pubis.  Ellie stared at her father's hard cock.

   While Suzi soaked, I soaped up.  Then Suzi moved away from the shower
head, took Ellie's arm and was guiding her past me.  As her wet body
slipped by be she brushed my soapy member and it lurched, surprising her.
Ellie tried to step back, but slipped.  I grabbed her to hold her up, but
she slipped our of my hands and I lost my balance.  Suzi tried to catch
Ellie, but she slipped also and grabbed the shower curtain for support. 
The curtain rod bent and the curtain fell on top of us as we all slid in a
heap on the bottom of the tub, with me on the bottom of the pile and Ellie
sandwiched between her father and mother, with her back to me, my cock was
between her legs, sliding against her hairless cunt, her mother's left tit
was in her face.  As we struggled to get up, my cock rubbed against her
pubic cleft.

   I ejaculated profusely, rope after rope semen.  Suzi had straddled my
shin in her effort to disentangle, and ended up humping me and having a
mini orgasm.  Ellie managed to extricate herself and was the first out of
the tub.  My cum covered her belly and pussy.

   "Oh my God," she moaned.  "Will I get pregnant?"

   "No," Suzi chuckled.  "You haven't had a period yet, and the sperm has
to be inside to knock you up.  You don't have to worry about pregnancy for
three or four years."

   Ellie ran her right forefinger through the cum on her belly, brought it
to her nose and sniffed.  Her nose wrinkled.  "Smells funny."

   "It tastes like it smells," Suzi said.

   Ellie touched her finger to the tip of her tongue, and again wrinkled
her nose.  "Kinda yucky."

   My cock quickly stiffened at the sight of my daughter tasting my cum.

   "I like it," Suzi said.

   "You must.  You swallow a lot of it,"Ellie giggled.  "You too, Dad.  You
lick a lot of it off of Mom's face and boobs and her...uh..."

   "Cunt?" Suzi suggested.

   "Yeah.  You lick a lot of your Cum out of Mom's Cunt."

   "Delicious cream pie.  My favorite desert."

   "Would you like to have your father clean you up?" Suzi asked.

   "No!" Ellie said, then giggled.  "Okay."

   "Are you sure?" I asked, hoping that I wasn't drooling at the thought.

   "Yeah.  Clean me up."

   I began on her upper belly and slowly worked my way down to her navel,
where I stuck my tongue in.

   She flinched and giggled.  "That tickles!"

   I hen licked down to her pubic mound, where the cum had drained down and
parted around her slit.  I took my time cleaning her crotch, with my tongue
coming close, but never entering the crevice.  I wanted to.  God!  I wanted
to eat her hot little nine-year-old pussy.  I wanted to eat her like I ate
Gwendolyn.

   She let out a little involuntary whimper as I backed away and said,
"There.  It's all clean." Her slit now glistened with her own juices.

   "What did you want to see first?" Suzi asked.

   Ellie thought for a long moment before saying, "Deep throat.  I want to
see you take the whole thing in your mouth."

   "What 'thing' are you talking about?"

   "His Cock.  I want to see you deep throat Dad's Cock."

   "Let's go to the library," I said.

   The library was the smallest of the three bedrooms and was furnished
with a library table, and office chair, a coffee table and a couch.  The
golden oak library table was an antique with my 1920s L.C.  Smith & Bros.
No.8 typewriter on it.  The office chair and library table were also
antiques.  The couch was a 1950s faux leather thing that folded down into a
bed.  It wasn't the fold out kind with the flimsy folding frame and
springs. You pulled the back forward until you heard it unlatch and then
laid it back down.  It was a little larger than a twin bed, but not as
large as a regular.

   Suzi dropped to her knees and took my cock in both hands.  Ellie knelt
beside her to have a close look.  Suzi kissed the tip before swallowing the
whole thing.

   "Wow!" Ellie exclaimed.

   Suzi took it slowly the next time, an I began to slowly hump her face.

   "I can see it moving up and down your neck!"

   Suzi took Ellie's right hand and guided it to her throat.

   "Oh, God.  I can feel Dad's cock in your throat!"

   "And my cock can feel your fingers on her throat."

   I started moving in and out faster.  Suzi guided Ellie's hand up and
down in the opposite direction of my cock's movement.

   "Suck it, Babe.  Suck my cock, It feels so fucking good."

   Ellie looked up at me and giggled.

   "Is this better than looking in from the outside?"

   She nodded emphatically.

   "You can talk to us.  Tell us what you like."

   Suzi pulled my cock out of her mouth long enough to say, "Your father
loves dirty talk.  If you want to really turn him on, be nasty."

   Ellie blushed and was silent.

   "I guess you, Brenda, Wanda and Jessie never use bad words when grownups
aren't around," I said.

   "Sometimes," she giggled.

   "Except Jessie," I said.  "She's always quiet and shy.  The perfect
little lady."

   Ellie laughed.  "Yeah.  Right.  Jessie's the perfect little lady."

   "Suck it Suzi.  Suck my cock."

   ""Suck Dad's cock, Mom.  Suck it."

   I humped faster and faster.  "I'm going to cum!"

   "Take it out, Dad.  I wanna see you cum.  I wanna see you cum in her
mouth and on her face and on her tits."

   I came and came and came.  Then I kissed Suzi passionately, and she
shared the cum in her mouth.  I then licked it off her face and boobs.

   "Was that what you wanted to see, Ellie?" Suzi asked.

   "Uh huh."

   "What would you like to see next, after I regain some strength?" I
asked.

   "Doggie style.  I wanna see y'all do it doggie style."

   "Do what, doggie style," Suzi asked.

   "Fuck.  I wanna watch y'all fuck doggie style.  I wanna see Dad stick
his cock in your cunt from behind and fuck you."

   My erection instantaneously resurrected, hearing our nine year old
daughter saying fuck and cock and cunt.

   "See?" Suzi chuckled.  "See how quickly your father's cock got hard. 
Words turn him on."

   "I see," Ellie said.

   "Earlier, you scoffed when I said Jessie was the perfect little lady," I
said.  "Do you mean she's not?"

   "She could make a drunken sailor blush," she giggled.  "You should hear
her when there are no adults around."

   "A female Eddie Haskel," I laughed.

   "Huh?"

   "A character in a dumb 50s sitcom, 'Leave it to Beaver,' who was nice
around parents, but a jerk when they weren't around," Suzi explained.

   "Beaver Cleaver," I laughed.  "I'm surprised that one snuck by the
censors."

   "Huh?"

   "Beaver was another term for pussy back then," I said.

   "Beaver?" Ellie giggled.  "Cleaver?"

   "Cleave, means to split or open," I explained, running the edge of my
forefinger up Suzi's slit.  "Oh, Babe.  You're really wet.  You really love
performing for an audience.  Don't you.  It makes your twat hot."

   "You're even more of an exhibitionist than I am, you pervert."

   "What about you, out lovely little voyeur?" I asked "Is your pretty
little pussy as wet as your mother's"

   "Dad-dee," she squealed, blushing brightly.

   "Come on, Kid.  We're being open and honest with you.  You can be open
and honest with us.  We know that your pussy is really juicy after watching
your mother deep-throat your father's cock.  It's normal to be aroused. 
You obviously love it, since you've been watching us for a year or more,
and even inviting your friends."

   "You masturbate while you're watching us fuck," Suzi said.  "You wanted
to do it while you were watching me suck Ray's cock.  I saw your right hand
drift toward your pussy a couple of times."

   "There's no need to be shy any more, Babe," I said.

   "It just seems kinda weird."

   "Weirder than inviting your friends over to watch your parents fuck?" I
said.  "If you want to watch, we want you to watch, and we'd love to watch
you too.  It may be weird, but I like weird, and I think you do too."

   "You're genetically and environmentally predisposed to enjoying weird,"
Suzi laughed.

   "I guess so," Ellie giggled.

   "I believe I've recovered enough strength to perform your next request,"
I said.  "What is it you wish us to do for your entertainment?"

   "Do It...  Fuck doggie style."

   "Your wish is our command."

   Suzi got on her hands and knees in the middle of the floor.  I got on my
knees behind her and rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit.  Ellie was on
her hands and knees, with her face less than a foot away from the action.

   "The best view is from underneath," Suzi said.  "Lie on your back, with
your head between my knees and watch from there."

   Ellie followed instructions.  She would get the best view from there,
but I couldn't watch her watching us.  I slowly slid my cock into Suzi's
cunt, then slowly withdrew until only the head was in.

   Ellie's hand drifted to her crotch.

   "That's it, Babe.  Rub your pussy while you watch," I said.  "It's more
fun that way."

   I gradually moved faster, watching Ellie's hand rub her pussy.  I
started ramming in hard and fast, then pulled out too far and my cock came
out of Suzi's cunt.  I guided it back in, and resumed the hard and fast
fucking.  Again, I withdrew too far and again, my cock slipped out of the
slippery hole.

   This time, my daughter grabbed it and guided it back into her mother's
cunt.  "Thank you, Ellie."

   I humped a few more times before intentionally pulling out again, hoping
she would again grab her father's cock.  And she did.

   I humped her hand a couple of time as she guided it back in.

   "Fuck me!" Suzi yelled.  "Fuck me hard.  Gimme that cock."

   "Fuck her Daddy.  Fuck Mamma's cunt."

   "Oh God!  I'm cuuummminnn!" Suzi cried.  "Harder.  Harder!"

   I grasped her hips, and pounded hard.  I came.

   Ellie was furiously finger-fucking herself, and rapidly approaching her
own orgasm.

   Suzi came.  I came.  Ellie came.

   I rolled Suzi over onto her back and rammed my tongue into her
cum-filled freshly fucked cunt.

   "Oh yeah.  Eat it.  Eat my pussy."

   "Lick your cum out of her cunt, Daddy!" Ellie said, getting into the
action, and openly finger-fucking herself.

   Suzi came quickly, and pushed my head away.

   "Was that Fun, or what?" I asked.

   Ellie nodded enthusiastically.

   "Now, you don't have to feel shy about masturbating, Ellie," Suzi said.

   "It's good for a family to come together," I said.

   "Is anyone else hungry?" Suzi asked.  "I'm starved."

   "You make the KFC run, and I'll clean up the mess in the bathroom."

   "I'll help," Ellie said.

   After supper, I was exhausted and quickly went to sleep.