Copyright © 1999, YoungFox. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade : Sunday AM, May 02, 1999 Without the written permission of Mr Double and during 120 days after the above mentioned date of first publication this story may be downloaded uniquely for your private use. After the limit date mentioned, the story may be freely distributed on condition that this notice remains attached, but not for profit, and providing the usual precautions have been taken to prevent it being read by unauthorized persons, especially under age children, or by people who might be offended by its contents. Mr Double may be contacted by emailing [email protected] or [email protected]. A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: dalton.txt http://www.mrdouble.com John Dalton Written by YoungFox *** In the train car, the man lit a 555, inhaling the mild tobacco. His lover stood, head bowed. She had her yellow dress hiked up to her chest and her hands were playing a piano-man's tune on her puffy bare pubis. She was nine. Her name, Nina Dalton. His name, John Dalton. He was a large man, 230 pounds, six strong feet tall. His hair was to his shoulders, black and shiny and brushed out. He looked like the sex god Meatloaf out of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Nina smiled and put a hand to his cheek. "I came," she said. "Of course you did," he smiled, flicking an ash. "I could smell it." She pulled the dress over her head and was naked save for the white stockings that left off at the top of her thighs. She turned. He smoked. He stared at her bum. So perfect. He put down the cigarette and leaned foward to open her cheeks, kissing them and the cleft between, and cherishing her nether bud. "I wish sometimes you were a bit older, so I could properly use this," his middle finger wiggling her pucker. "I'm old enough," Nina pouted. "You always say I'm young!" She was angry. "It's not how old a woman is, it's how much she wants it!" This had been Nina's constant refrain for a month. She must have read it in a magazine. Dalton smiled at her outrage. What an intoxicating girl. He elected to tease her, work her into a frenzy. "Well, another thing that would be nice, see, if you were older, is that you'd have a little something up here," caressing her chest. "Like your Mom does." Her nipples were tiny, the aureolae all but subsumed by the bumps. They were the size of a George the Sixth rupee. Nina steamed, her fingers back in her favorite spot trying to wipe away her shame and rage. The smell of her arousal scented the day room. Clickety clack, telephone poles snapped by. They were going through farm country. "If you don't want me I'll go away," Nina croaked. Her voice was sodden with despair. He brightened, took a last drag on his cigarette and stubbed it out, and then took her by the hips and sat her on his leg. "No, you'll do." She looked down to his zipper, seeing signs of hope. "You want me to suck?" she asked. Dalton shook his head. "No, we'll make love." She sucked him anyway. She could take his first four inches in her mouth and was getting better all the time. Soon enough he tired of the foreplay and bade her lie back on the seat and open her legs. He then knelt down, pulled her toward him, and took her. Nina's eyes grew wide with his insertion, her breathing ragged. She shivered. He loved her helpless arousal. Six months ago she'd been a virgin, now she was as expert at love-making as her mother. When they'd commenced their affair, father and daughter, it was precious little more than animal sex. They rutted constantly, every opportunity they could, whereever they found it. Dalton had never had a girl as unguardedly passionate and adventuresome. She was a fabulous lay. For her part, Nina simpled adored her father's strong penis and plump testicles. She had no way of knowing that the frequency of their mating was unusual for a man of 35, having nothing to compare it to. But as they made love they gradually fell in love, the love of parent and child quietly taking its place in the background, the romantic love taking the fore. Recently, John and Nina had discussed marriage. It was not impossible, but would require travel abroad. Nina's only division on the issue was her mother. She loved Sandra very deeply and did not want to wreck their marriage. "Why can't a man have two wives?" she asked him more than once. An hour later the train pulled into the station. Dalton's wife Sandra waited for them, with her son Jeremy, a tow headed thirteen year old. Nina ran up to her and kissed her. The Dalton's headed home. Sandra drove. Nina told her all about their weekend in Boston, the museums, the tour bus, the candlelit dinners in their suite. Jeremy, in the back seat, was thinking about his weekend with his mother. It was so nice to be alone with one's lover, he thought. "Jeremy ejaculated 23 times," Sandra told her husband when they were alone in the garage taking out the suitcases. "My goodness, he's just the most precious boy!" John was not particularly impressed. Jeremy after all was thirteen, so he should be able to perform more or less continuously. The incestuous pair had been alone from 4 pm Friday until 10 am Monday. John and Nina had only been dating for about six months. Sandra and Jeremy on the other hand had been sexually involved for several years. John loved his wife with every fiber of his being and he loved her sexually too. Sandra was 31, with dark red hair that hung to her butt, massive breasts that were preposterously firm for their size, a tight waist, and the most succulent buttocks he had ever possessed. She was sexuality itself. Every teenage boy's dream. And her face was smooth, the nose sharp, her eyes a limpid brown. She looked about 20, at times, when she did it deliberately, with makeup and clothes, even younger. Sandra had no shortage of "lovers", but preferred her son above all others. His penis was a fine five inches long, more than enough to satisfy her. He had stamina and could be aroused in mere seconds. She admitted to John that Jeremy, had he not been her son, would probably not have been the boy she hit on. But she loved young boys and the lurid forbiddenness of doing it with her own son had long ago driven her to a kind of madness. Jeremy had been only seven when they started their "affair". She took to sucking his little dick at bedtime. As her husband had no objection, she began to do it more openly, lifting him up onto the dinner table after the plates were cleared away, to masturbate or fellate him. She was quite open. John thought it rather amusing. Nina knew no better, assumed it was normal. Jeremy himself had little concept of what was going on. He loved to orgasm, of course, but didn't have the vocabulary to express his feelings. By the time he was eight he was regularly putting his penis in his mother's vagina. Little boys do get erections, quite easily in fact. Nina, then just three, was taught how to manipulate him. Jeremy didn't care much for his sister's hand and mouth; he had come to associate sex with his mother. But since Sandra liked it, he went along. During those early years John didn't do much with Nina, other than the usual things fathers do with their children. He was in a wildly promiscuous phase, bedding almost every woman he met. He had been the same way during his courtship. As John got older he found himself attracted to younger and younger women, until they were teenagers, and younger and younger teens at that. Nina was eight when she discovered masturbation which became her all day obsession. John was doing five or six teenagers a week at that point, and he caught a venereal disease that almost stopped him in his tracks. Sandra refused to have sex with him again, even a year later. "I'll use my son," she said simply. "Fine, then I'll use my daughter," he retorted. Well, that's exactly what he did. No immediately, but soon enough. Jeremy by this point of course was completely sexual, discharging without stint and sleeping with his mother every night. John had kissed and fondled his daughter and shared her bed, but had not penetrated her. She knew how to blow him. One night John slipped into bed with Nina and shook her shoulder gently to wake her. "Mmmmm, Daddy," she mumbled. "Honey, I've got an erection," John mentioned, "And I would like to fuck you, is that okay?" Nina was a week from her ninth birthday, still virgin, but sex was something so open in the family she knew all about fucking and had no fear of it. And, as a compulsive masturbater, she certainly liked orgasm, and knew that happened with partners, not just by one's own hand. "Well, sure Daddy, that's okay," Nina agreed. "I mean, are you asking me? Cause you don't have to ask. I'm your daughter." "Thank you, precious. Why don't you suck me off for a bit? Are you awake?" "Yeah. Are you going to cum in my mouth, Daddy?" He shook his head, and then he sat up and turned on her table lamp. He asked her to slip off her nightgown and he got completely naked too. Nina was very excited to see his large erection. She couldn't understand Sandra's preference for Jeremy's much smaller organ when her Dad's was available, but for the moment it didn't matter. She wanted this big pole for herself! As she blew him John talked distractedly about VD and women "closing their legs" on him what a "damn bitch" Sandra could be. He tousled his daughter's hair and praised her. She cupped his balls in one small hand and he leant down and kissed her. He talked about his job and his writing, about how much he liked to cum, about buying an antique Corvette, about Tanya Gordon, the thirteen year old girl he was seeing. Nina looked up and said, "Daddy, I think you're gonna cum pretty soon." "No, honey, keep doing it." "Okay. I can taste it though." She manipulated his cock tip over her nipples. It was a sensation that always drove her mad. After a couple more minutes John said, "Nina, are you ready to fuck?" "My cunt's kinda dry I think," she said. "It's one of the drawbacks about doing it at your age," he told her. John really did not like the fact that little girls were hard to lubricate. It made entry dry and even somewhat painful. That was how he'd caught VD, in fact, from scrapes off a pre-teen followed by reckless sex with a big-busted trannie. "I'll fix it," Nina told him. She got up and he watched lustfully as her little butt wiggled and she stepped out into the hall and went to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with her bald pussy all shiny and wet. "I masturbated and used some Liquid Heat. That stuff's really good!" John smiled broadly. Shit, he suddenly remembered when he was a kid, ten or twelve, and he used to jack off in the bathroom. He loved to brush Liquid Heat on his cock since it itched and burned so much it made him able to stroke off two or three times in succession. He hadn't thought of that in years. Suddenly John's lust exploded and he rose from the bed, his penis wobbling and pulsing, and he grabbed his daughter and lifted her in his powerful arms, kissing her forehead and eyelids. A line of pre-spend hung from his tip. "We will fuck," he announced with flinty conviction. "Yes," Nina agreed, pliant in his arms. He carried her back to the bed and laid down. "You should be on top, I don't want to crush you," he grinned. Nina had watched Sandra and Jeremy do it that way and she climbed up over her father's hips and squatted down. She was too small properly to pinion her knees on either side of him, so she balanced herself rather unsteadily on shaking splayed legs trying to angle herself down to his vital shaft. He helped by thrusting up to meet her. When his cock began to enter, Nina suffered the tumult of a completely unexpected orgasm, perhaps the strongest of her young life. Now she was really wet. John held her by the shoulders, then cupped his hands over her cheeks, ran them through her hair, played with her nipples: his hands were everywhere. He licked her, he sniffed her. Nina knew he was a fabulous lover. She had nothing to compare it to but she knew. "Nine inches," she sighed. "Yes, baby." "Fat, huge." "Uh huh." "Fuck me." "Yes darling." She ground her pelvis on him, sinking down to the very bone of his crotch. "Oh!" He cupped her butt, squeezing it hard. "Wanna fuck you," he whispered. Both of them were so aroused it took only about ten minutes, that first time. Later, they would refine their love-making so they could go an hour. For now, it was frantic. John's ejaculation was titanic, Nina's orgasms continuous and mind-altering. She fell asleep on his chest, her pussy dripping all night. In the morning John phoned up the Sleep Country store and ordered a king sized bed for his daughter's room, and an armoire for his clothes. He moved into her room, and from then on father and daughter lived as lovers. Just as Jeremy and Sandra now did. Within the family unit the parents lived openly with their children as lovers, so close as to be indistinguishable from spouses. John almost never laid a finger on his wife, other than a playful pat on her butt. (Interestingly, Jeremy had yet to discover his mother's bottom, being still maniacally obsessed with her breasts, as teenage boys will be.) Weekends were marathons of sex, and they become something of nudists around the house, as clothes just wasted time. Nina had begun to notice her brother, in a sexual way. The most obvious thing of course was his penis. Almost every time she looked he had a hardon. She began to compare his body with her lover's. His buttocks were tighter, smaller and compact. His chest smooth but with promising musculature. And he wasn't bad looking either. One day she asked him if he'd ever fucked anybody else than Mom, and he admitted he hadn't. "But why would I want to?" he pointed out. "Well, Daddy fucks other women all the time, even girls," Nina observed. "I thought guys just, you know, fuck around." Jeremy thought about this and finally said, "Yeah, but Nina, Mom's got the tightest hottest cunt. I just love being inside her." "Oh." Aside from the fact the kids were having incestuous affairs with their parents they were perfectly normal and got along really well. They played together and he would take her to the mall and buy her little things. They loved each other. Jeremy said, "You know Mark Hanson?" He was one of Jeremy's buddies. A dreamboat. "Yeah, he's cute!" "He told me last week he's doing it with his sister April." "Wow, that's neat," Nina affirmed. "She's got tits." "Yeah, I wondered about that," Jeremy said, "She's about your age. Hmm. Say, I'm out of marijuana, do you still have some?" "How could you be out already?" Nina objected, "Daddy just gave us our allowance Friday." "Well, I gave some away," he explained. "Well, okay, there's almost a full baggy in my nightstand, let's do some." Jeremy went to the master bedroom, where he slept now, and retrieved the bong. It was a wedding gift from John's best man. A tall purple tube with gold filigree and a replaceable rubber nozzle. It had a detachable "snow cone" filter. Nina filled the bowl and lit it, took a deep drag and passed it over. After they got nice and tight, Jeremy offered her one of his Davidoff cigarettes. Nina didn't smoke much but liked a cigarette after dope, and with wine. They talked for awhile, about various stuff, school, the upcoming dancing instruction that Jeremy had to take in Phys.Ed., Nina's Campfire Girls troop, and so on. He developed an erection as they talked and since their mother was at work (she'd been working 12 hour shifts all week because of an annual audit) he asked Nina if she'd mind if he masturbated. She giggled. "For Christ's sake of course not. I'd like to see you blow a good wad." "God, Daddy's got your mouth in a gutter," Jeremy laughed. "He likes me to talk dirty. He likes me to talk about my butt!" That set them both off on a tear. Jeremy unzipped his pants and drew out his penis. At Nina's suggestion he pulled his pants off and just sat there naked from the waist down, and he began to stroke himself. His penis head was purple and spongy and the slit went almost all the way across the crown. John's slit was shorter, more centered. "Where is Dad, by the way?" Jeremy wondered. "Is he on a date?" "Yeah, some bitch called Julie," Nina sounded a bit peeved. She wasn't really, her father's promiscuity being none of her business and she knew it but still the thought of his long prong porking some strange girl when it should be buried to the hilt in her got her a little jealous. Nina repacked the bong and smoked it by herself while her brother beat off. Jeremy stood up and walked to the window, jerking. He looked out at the pool and admired the red Corvette in the driveway. Dad had bought it on e-Bay for a cool $43,500. Thank God for royalty checks, as John always said. "Don't do it away from me," Nina groused, "I wanna see you cum." "Okay kid, sorry." "Can you cum walking?" It was a marijuana thought. They both giggled. He came up to her, she handed him the bong, and he sucked a good lungful. He began to cough and his erection wilted. Alarmed, Nina put her hand on his penis and it sprung up immediately. It was the first time she ever touched him there. "That feels good," Jeremy remarked, a puzzled tone in his voice. "I never had another hand on it before." "I could jerk you," Nina suggested. "Fuck." "Well, no," she said. "No, I mean...you know...fuck, like 'Fuck, I can't believe....da da da.' You'd jerk me off? Really?" "Well, why not?" "Well," Jeremy blinked his eyes trying to get his thoughts together, "Well, that'd be kind of like incest or something, wouldn't it?" "Incest is what Daddy and I do, what you and Mom do," Nina reasoned. "I don't think it counts if we do it." Jeremy pulled his t-shirt off and was now fully nude. "I think incest is crackerjack cool!" "Me too," Nina nodded. "Well, I'm gonna cum," Jeremy announced, putting an end to this line of discussion. "Got a towel or something?" She looked about, not seeing anything right off, her drug haze not letting her take in too much anyway. "Put it here." She pointed to her mouth. He grinned big. "I thought you wanted to see it," he laughed and she said, "I want to drink it." He was going to put it in her mouth, feeling good and the dope telling him go for it, but he misjudged his timing and began to come while walking to the bed. Large missives of teen sperm flew like hearts on Valentine's day, making a mess on her bedspread and liberally coating her three-days worn jeans. "Fuck!" she exclaimed. "Yeah!" "You always make that much?" she asked. "I don't jerk off much, can't say." Jeremy kept stroking, getting out the little fellows that always wanted some special extra pulls. His hand was coated with greasy clingy whiteness. She reached out and pulled his hand off his tool. She licked it. The taste was radically different than her father's. She struggled for the word. Fresher, that was it. Fresh, thick, vital. Her father's sperm was richer, intoxicating like wine, extremely pungent. Jeremy's was almost odorless. She lifted his slumping tube and put it to her lips. "I just came," he pointed out unnecessarily. "So?" she countered. "Well, a cumming or just-cummed cock is very sensitive," he prattled. "Bullshit." She sucked it. It regrew. Funny, she thought, with Daddy I can't get more than four inches in my throat but with Jeremy his whole thing fits easily. She began to appreciate their mother's fascination with her brother's penis. "This feels great Nina," Jeremy told her, "But really, I want you to stop. It kinda hurts too, and I got to hold some for Mom." She let him go. "I wouldn't mind fucking you sometime, Jem." It was pet name they seldom used anymore. "Me neither," he agreed. "It's just that Mom and I, you know, we're kind of like going steady." "I know." The phone rang. Nina got it. "Hi Daddy!" she gushed, "Where are you?" Jeremy listened to her side of the conversation. "Really? All weekend? Oh, Daddy!" "It's none of my business I know but can I ask how old she Julie is?" "Oh, I see." "Did you tell Mom or should I call her?" "Okay, well have fun. I'll be horny for you. Yes Daddy, I'll masturbate a lot. Yes, I will. The bottom, the oldest pair? Oh, okay!" "What?" "Oh, Daddy, really? Oh Daddy! That's wonderful! Can it be emerald? I don't like diamonds. Oh, God yes! When? April?" Jeremy was getting really curious and went to the extension in his bedroom and lifted the receiver, "What's up Dad?" he said. "Oh, hi Jeremy," John answered. "Say, I was just telling my love there I'm going away for the weekend. Short notice, sorry. But I'm taking my girlfriend Julie up to D.C. for the weekend and..." "She is?" Jeremy interjected. "Age?" "Yeah." "Twelve." "Okay, and what else?" "Brace yourself Jeremy," John said. "This is gonna blow you," Nina put in. "You're mom and I are getting a divorce, and Nina and I are going to get married! Well, it's not really a divorce, it's more kinda an open family thing." "Way cool!" Jeremy almost hollered. "Is she going to move out?" Nina asked. "No! See that's the neat part," John explained in a rush. "I gotta catch a train baby, but listen, we're going to fly down to Club Pedo next month, all four of us, and there's a licensed church we can join that'll marry us, and technically it's not even going to be a divorce, see? We'll all live together. It's just that, in the eyes of God, you and I'll be husband and wife. And if you want, they can shoot you up with drugs so you'll menstruate and I can get you pregnant." "I don't want to get pregnant yet, Daddy." "Okay, that's fine. But honey, I really have to scoot, the train's going to leave. Your mother knows all about it. I'll call you later, okay?" "Okay. Daddy, I'm so excited." "This is really cool news," Jeremy signed off, cradling the phone in the receiver. The two kids were very excited and discussed this matter for hours. When Sandra came home she apologized for not being able to talk with them about it right then, but she had a date. The date was out in her car and he was all of eight years old. Jeremy was a bit put out but knew there was nothing to be done when his mother got in her moods. "You two just get high or something and take care of yourselves okay?" she said as she threw her shoulder bag on and quick-stepped out, squirming with lust. "Fuck a duck," Jeremy said. They put some Poppers in the micro and Nina made tunafish sandwiches. They watched a bit of TV and then Jeremy had to masturbate again. And twenty minutes later, again. In the middle of a Cosby re-run, Jeremy and Nina had sex for the first time. It wasn't a cosmic, mind altering experience like sex with their parents, but it was fun and both kids came hard. Jeremy liked his sister's being so dry, even when fully aroused. His mother tended to be sopping wet, which made his cock feel lost sometimes. Like he was drowning in her. Nina's tight barely moistened pussy made him feel very manly. For her part, Nina regretted her brother's size, as she was accustomed to her father's monstrous organ stretching her unmercifully. She liked to be used roughly. Still, the feel of his sperm sent her ten times ten over the top and she came so hard she began to fart. ----- The following month the Dalton's flew into Club Pedo for a three day stay. A kindly de-frocked Catholic priest said the nuptials while an infant boy was held up to his loins to suck him. The priest ejaculated while saying "The Mass is ended, go in peace." *---(:> MrDouble's Palisades <:)---* www.mrdouble.com Venus..... *---(:> Mr Double <:)---*