Grace Wilkinson

Aunt Dorothy book II

CHAPTER ONE

"Rosalie, a little to the left!" Nick Rogers shifted his corpulent form disagreeably to the side and Rosalie compliantly began to rub his pale un-tanned back. As she rubbed, her large round breasts swung tantalizingly from side to side and the smooth complexion of her nakedness gleamed dully in the darkened room.

"I'll get that little cunt if it's the last thing I do!" Nick muttered, half to himself.

"Nick… I wish you wouldn't use such… such… language!" Rosalie said the words gently but she felt anything but gentle. Nick had talked of nothing else since his pretty young wife had divorced him in Mexico to marry her widowed brother-in-law… and Rosalie was frankly sick of hearing about it. But she was careful to hide most of her disgust with the old man whose mistress she had been for some months now. Everything she had now… the apartment, her clothes… everything, were because of him. And still she couldn't bring herself to feel grateful to him… he was just not the kind of man one could admire. She'd been secretly glad in fact when she found out that his wife had left him… she knew after all, how much Nick cheated on the woman… and she knew just how unpleasant he could be!

She rubbed him the special way Nick had taught her, a combination of rubbing and scratching that had to be done just so to please the aging realtor.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh…" Nick sighed. "That's good, Rosalie… that's good…"

Rosalie sighed and continued her rubbing, moving her small agile hands all over the large area of Nick's back. Her dark hair fell forward into her eyes and she closed them, blotting out Nick's image in front of her on the big king-sized bed and substituting a young man of her choice… a young man she had known a long time ago. She scarcely heard him as Nick continued to carry on about his plans… her thoughts were miles away.

"… and as for that little snip…" he blustered. "… that little bitch Lee! If I could just get my hands on her… and one day I will!" His mouth still smarted from the sock in the jaw the little teen-age girl's father had given him just when he was about to cum in her hot young mouth. It had cost him a pretty penny at the dentist too, to get all those caps put in. It wasn't as if he had tried to seduce the girl… it was she after all who had come on to him! Or at least he thought it had been that way. The thought occurred to him that she had deliberately trapped him… she had seemed unduly pleased when her father attacked him… and after all the moaning and groaning she'd been doing while he had manipulated her almost hairless little pussy… he wished her father had been there to hear that! But whether she had set it up deliberately or not, his ego was sufficiently crushed for him to want to retaliate. The combination of things was just too much… he'd returned home that night right after the scene with Lee and her father Art and found a note from his wife telling him she was leaving… that she wanted a divorce… that she was going to marry Art… of all people! Probably been carrying on with him for months, too… her own brother-in-law. True, her sister Betty had been dead and buried for years, but he was her brother-in-law none-the-less… and she was a married woman to boot! Married to him! He wasn't going to let them get away with it. At the time, he had to submit to her demand for a divorce… what with Art having caught him with the kid and all… but shit, if they think they're going to live happily ever after, they've got another thought coming!

The last thought Nick spoke out loud and Rosalie who was still kneading the soft flesh of his back said, "Yes, Nick… I'm sure you'll take care of it…" She smiled falsely down at him in the dark, wondering when the worst part of his visit was going to start. She felt a little shiver go up her back at the thought of what he had made her do the last time… but still, she supposed it was better than working in some office… she couldn't even type! But one day she hoped to have enough of Nick's money saved up to leave Philadelphia for good. She planned to take an aptitude test and find out what she was best suited for. She blushed now angrily as she remembered having made the mistake of mentioning her desire to take such a test to Nick one day. His loud obnoxious laughter still rang in her ears… and his words…

"You're only good for one thing, honey… and that's this…" He'd lewdly waved his exposed penis in his hand and then dragged her down on the sofa with him.

"God, I hate you!" she thought, rubbing furiously.

"Take it easy… hey…! I think that's about enough of that!" Nick turned over on his side and Rosalie stiffened slightly, sitting back on her heels on the bed. Nick rolled over and propped his head up on his hand, his elbow digging deeply into the soft mattress, taking in the familiar sight of his beautiful young mistress. He let his eyes feast upon the beauty of her curvaceous body, the perfectly up-tilted breasts with the large deep brown aureoles, centering thick pointed nipples that he loved to suck… the gently tapering line of her thorax toward the nipped in waist. She had an old-fashioned kind of shape… an hourglass figure. Her full blown perfect hips and statuesque thighs were just made for loving… the perfect body for his purpose! He let his gaze roam across her gently quivering breasts, and seeing that she was breathing heavily, he assumed that she was already aroused. He looked downward toward the dark curls of her pubic triangle… he'd gotten a lot of pleasure from that little honey patch… and he was counting on getting a lot more!

Somehow today, he couldn't get his former wife out of his mind… nor the little brat Lee who had gone from being her niece to becoming her stepdaughter! Maybe it was because he had just seen an article in the paper about the local Girl Scout troupe… and little Lee's picture had been among some seven or eight other girls singled out for some special merit badge. The sight of her pretty little blonde face had brought back all his recently created wounds and he had found himself staring at the picture, staring at the neatly pressed uniform she was wearing and recalling just what her little thirteen-year-old body looked like under it!

"Com'ere honey…" he called to Rosalie, reaching out for her. He pulled her down on top of him as he rolled over onto his back, feeling the soft cushiony shapes of her breasts squeeze against his chest, and then her flat belly pressing against his own pot as he hugged her to him. His thick cock, in a semi-erect state all this time, leapt to full hardness, grazing the open slit of her vagina, as it reared upward through her soft curling pubic hair. She lay flat upon him, unmoving for a second and then she began to slowly undulate on top of him.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm… you smell good… baby… real good!" he murmured into her neck. Her dark curls were falling into his face and he sniffed appreciatively of her flowery perfume. He began a little short bucking movement upward against her, savoring the womanly feel of her, enjoying the goods he had bought for himself, as he so often put it to the cronies at the club. Yes, he thought, rubbing his fingers up against her moving breasts… for what Rosalie lacked in brains, she made up in other ways. That was the only kind of woman for him from now on, he thought. They were all good for but one thing, anyway. No use getting them too smart like that ex-wife of his. Dorothy was a real looker, alright, but he should have known better than to marry an ex-school teacher… or to marry anybody for that matter!

Rosalie's brown tipped nipples rolled neatly between the thumb and forefinger of each of his hands and he could hear her sighing above him. She was working her legs in and out a little like she was hot for his cock… well, he'd give her a good taste of it in due time… all in due time! He could feel the blood engorged head of his prick thickening second by second as Rosalie's warm belly rubbed against it. The soft foreskin enveloping his hardened cock was being pulled backward by the force of her movements and the rubbery tip of his penis pushing up from inside. Harshly, he cupped her trembling buttocks, enjoying the soft pliant feel of the sensuous mounds in his hands. He separated them, manipulating her entire lower half by moving each smoothly, round nether cheek just the way he wanted it. He brought her up a little bit so that his swollen prick would slide easily into the wide spread area of her warm, inviting pussy.

"Aaaahhhh…" Rosalie sighed as the smooth, sponge-like head slipped teasingly inside the sensitive outer labia surrounding her clitoris. The worst part of everything was that she couldn't help feeling pleasure with this crude man… it just wasn't in her body to remain emotionless while he did such things to her. Her pink inner folds responded by moistening at his first touch… her vagina began to ache with desire and still within her heart, hatred continued to lurk for this dreadful man!

Nick's mouth sought hers and a thick tongue pressed deep into the soft darkness beyond her lips. She gurgled and twisted above him, trapped by his hands cupped on her squirming buttocks and the growing pleasure between her long beautiful legs. She tried to tell herself that it didn't matter… to summon up from some great depths a particle of affection for the older man, but it didn't work. The blinding desire caused by the working thickness of his penis brushing against the outer periphery of her genitals seemed to feed on her disgust. His tongue was so thick in her mouth that she could hardly breathe and he let it roam lazily about every corner of her oral cavity, exploring her teeth beneath her tongue, reaching far back toward her throat. She felt like a rag doll moving about on top of him, beginning to shake her hips now from side to side, feeling the big cock glancing against the sides of her cunt.

"NNNnnngh!" she groaned, wanting to plead with him to enter her… but she couldn't bring herself to do it… not yet, anyway. She pressed her big full breasts hard down into his chest, fervently returning his kiss, hoping to speed his entry into her seeping depths. Using all the strength she had, she pulled herself upward, feeling his creeping fingers sink into the widespread crevice of her buttocks, slipping about near her rectal passage, moving lewdly up and down. She positioned herself so that the small hot opening of her vagina was centered directly above his erect, thick-veined penis. By pulling herself up and supporting her weight with her arms on either side of him, she was able to suspend herself momentarily over the bloated head. Her knees pulled up along side his thickening body and his hands continued to teasingly search within the softly giving confines of her exposed buttocks. She could feel the deceptively soft touch of his hardened cockhead against the slightly throbbing lips of her cunt and she knew that by pushing just a minute fraction of an inch downward, she would feel its complete hardness entering her. God, she thought, she wanted to feel that hard cock inside her… she wanted it!

"Come on… fuck me, honey… come on!" Nick spoke into her mouth. His hands moved upward and grabbed onto her hips. Then holding on tight, he jerked them mercilessly downward with a fast forceful movement.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!!" Rosalie screamed out with the acute white hot pleasure coursing through her vagina, shooting fire-like through her womb as the giant instrument sped upwards as her hips pressed down upon it, letting it sink with a dizzying delight into the tight warmth of her pussy. All her cuntal muscles contracted around it, massaging its rock-hard girth as it entered, accepting it with full acknowledgement of the rights it had to enter her private world.

God it felt good!

"Ooooohhh… ooohhhh… Ahhhh!" she cried out, as it sank all the way in, striking hard against the highest point of her straining cervix. She could feel herself going to pieces around the thick impaling rod that rose up between her wide spread thighs… she just couldn't control herself anymore. She wanted to feel more of it, to cum again and again around it. She began to move up and down, up and down upon Nick's cock, perspiring from the energy she expended over the man who kept her.

"Oh, Nick… Nick… Nick…" she began to murmur. "Oh, Nick!" The cock rammed up into her and slid back out. Nick started to flick his hips upward at each downthrust as his eyes wide open, he observed his mistress at her frenzied task. He knew that her words were not directed so much at him as at his cock and he didn't really care. If she loved his cock and hated him… so what! This girl really knew how to fuck!

He watched the mask of eroticism that had transformed her beautiful face and he thought that the only time her face had any real character was in bed like this. Her black hair flew around her face and shoulders as she moved, and her splendid breasts jerked and swayed in counter rhythm to her movements. He bent up and grabbed one thick nipple between his teeth, holding on for dear life as the tightness of her pussy continued to pump up and down warmly and wetly on his lust-hardened cock.

"Oh, God… Oh, God!!" Rosalie cried out, her excited feminine secretions surrounding the thick pole that churned drill-like within her tremulous pussy. "Oooohhh."

Nick realized that the young girl was going to cum any minute now and perversely, he didn't want her to… He wasn't ready yet, for one thing… and for another, he didn't want it to be that easy for her. Quickly, he reached forward, once more grabbing her hips. He grunted and held on, holding her suspended teasingly above his cock just as she was at the height of her desire. Rosalie moaned and flailed about above him, tears springing to her eyes as she realized that yet another time he was going to postpone her orgasm to the very last minute. He knew that that way she would do anything to attain it… anything to make the moment come faster.

"Oh God… no Nick… no!" she screamed, trying to slip her hungrily clenching pussy back down onto his rigid cock. Just one more thrust and she knew she would have been there… but now… who knew, it might be hours before she could get to that point again! She sighed heavily and fell forward against his chest, her legs stretching straight out against his, his cock pressing up against her gently curved stomach. Her pussy was throbbing hotly and she moved a little, trying to rub her sensitized clitoris against his groin in a furtive hope of triggering the orgasm that lingered just below her exposed nerve-endings. But the older man began to push her down, rudely and without ceremony, and Rosalie let the tears that had already started, swell and run down her cheeks as she scrambled downward, understanding just what it was that Nick wanted her to do.

"That's right, honey… suck it… suck it good!"

Rosalie's ears burned with the lewd words. She hated doing this… absolutely hated the feel of his hard, heavy cock in her mouth. But she tried to muster up some enthusiasm as she found herself face to face with the large sperm-swollen testicles that were slung below Nick's rampant member. His cock was ugliness personified she thought as she took in the sight of its veiny surface right before her eyes. While she watched, Nick made it jump obscenely and Rosalie felt her stomach turn. She managed to subdue her revulsion however as the still tingling base of her belly reminded her that the sooner she did what was expected of her, the sooner she would find gratification.

The moist tip of his rod brushed her full red lips and she opened her mouth to enclose its bulk. She let the entire bulbous head enter her mouth, feeling it strangely soft against her teeth as it entered. Above her, Nick grunted and muttered something she couldn't hear and moved his hips sharply upward, thrusting the entire shaft inward toward the back of her mouth. Rosalie gulped and then felt Nick's big cock pressing against the entrance to her throat. She thought she was going to gag but she managed to suppress it, gasping for air around the enormous rounded flesh that filled her oral cavity.

She was kneeling on the bed below him and on either side of her nude body, Nick's hairy legs spread out, jerking upward every now and then as she slaved over his wet throbbing cock. Her firm buttocks waved high in the air behind and anyone coming upon the lewd tableau from the rear would have been treated to a beautiful view of Rosalie's well formed derriere as well as the temptingly exposed area of her moist and unsatisfied genitals.

Above her, Nick became more and more excited. He was recalling how he'd stuffed his penis into little Lee's mouth very much like this and how it had felt… if only he'd been able to get into her little thirteen-year-old pussy! He could just imagine what it would feel like! Much like that other girl's had felt so many years ago. About ten years to be exact and she'd been only ten at the time. How he'd managed to get into her he didn't even recall, but he had… and it had been incredible. He'd always intended to treat himself to something like that again… too bad Lee's father had caught him just before…

"Mmmmmmmmmm… that's right… like that, honey!" he called down encouragement to Rosalie as he placed his hands on her head, he forced her mouth all the way down onto his throbbing penis. "Yeah! Yeah!" he urged, beginning to huff and pant heavily.

"That little cunt Lee!" he cried out loud. "I'll fuck her little pussy good!"

Rosalie heard and couldn't believe her ears… and yet as her tongue moved up and down his enormous, and still growing cock, she realized that she wouldn't put anything past him. She knew that Lee was only a little girl… his ex-wife's niece. And as the hardness of Nick's cock thudded against the back of her mouth, she thought that she too had once been a little girl and remembered bitterly the uncle who had "played" with her up in the attic of her parent's home. Nick was very much like him, she thought… very much. But the awful thought made that tingling start up in her pussy again and she squirmed her buttocks a little, feeling the smooth air tickle over the exposed area. Nick's cock pulled completely out of her mouth and then plunged back in again to the hilt. His balls pushed up obscenely against her chin. The full mounds of her breasts nudged hard against the tense tendons of his thighs and she began to derive a measure of pleasure from the scraping of her nipples against the hair growing there.

There was a rhythmic wet sucking sound expanding into the bedroom as she continued her mouthing, letting his large penis slide in and out and sucking hard upon it until she could feel its heated friction against her lips. His hands on her head forced her mouth all the way down on its full length and she began to pretend that it was in her vagina like that… all the way in, sinking to the hilt! The fantasy made her warm to her job and she began to manipulate her tongue agiley around the bloated instrument, sucking softly at the top of it each time she let it slide into her mouth. He would cum soon, she thought… and then maybe he'd make her cum. He'd be able to do it a second time, she hoped and that time…

"Suck it honey suck it!" Nick grunted out, his face purplish with lust. The tendons in his neck stood out and sweat dripped from his forehead. He pinched hard on Rosalie's nipple, so hard that she thought he was going to rip it off. But the harsh pain turned inside her to a violent thrill that ran up and down her body and even the thrusting cock in her mouth felt good. It felt harder and better than it had ever felt before as Nick started to fuck harder between her lips, just as if it were inside her tingling cunt. Wildly, she put one hand down between her legs and let her fingers slip between the soft wet folds of her pussy.

It felt so wonderful!

His cock was so hard, pounding against the back of her throat, pounding… pounding. His hands tangled into her hair, pulling at the roots, and then once more pulled at the soft rubbery tip of her nipples. It was all happening so fast and her fingers slipped upward, hard into the moist slit between her legs, rising to the depths of her vagina, her hand brushing against the taut clitoris, pushing upward, higher and higher. Then suddenly, Nick's hand was slamming against the back of her head, her mouth was slamming down to meet a steady spurting stream of thick white semen. It gushed upward, squirting into her throat in a seemingly unending stream of hot scalding male cream. Simultaneously, Rosalie felt her inner vaginal muscles contracting in a wondrous spasm of release. The wetness in her mouth seemed to echo the wetness of her fingers as they plunged inside her own quivering pussy, her breasts shook and felt overheated and abused as Nick's fingers pulled on her nipples as the last searing drops of his jism seeped from his rapidly deflating penis.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhg…" He groaned, bouncing his loins lewdly upward one last time. "Oh sweet Jesus!"

Rosalie's muffled sounds of orgasm expanded around his now limp cock as her body jiggled in the final convulsions of her overwhelming climax. It felt wildly perverted to her to cum like that… using her own hands while Nick above her didn't even know or care if she was cumming! But as the delightful feeling rushed to satisfy every corner of her voluptuous body, she let herself collapse heavily upon the man whose every whim she knew she would attempt to satisfy. Despite the pungent taste of his cum in her mouth as his cock slipped wetly out, she felt strangely peaceful and let her head rest against his thick thigh for a few moments.

Nick let himself fall into a semi-slumber in which dreams of little Lee and of her Aunt Dorothy, his ex-wife mingled. He'd get them both, he assured himself once more… both of them!

CHAPTER TWO

In the comfortable suburban frame house across town, Lee held her breath as she crept down the hall toward her father's room. Her ears were ringing with the lewd sounds coming from Joe's room, and she knew that he would be pleasantly occupied for some time. The knowledge was very exciting to her, because it meant that father was alone! Her short nightgown clung to her fragile young body… she was slender, but deceptively strong for her 13 years, and her face bore an angelic expression that had little to do with the thoughts inside her head, or the messages she received from her newly awakened child-woman's body. She knew that she looked innocent, and in a way she was, the depraved thoughts and acts she had already committed having done nothing to change her childlike enthusiasm for less earthy pleasures. She still had sodas after school with her girl-friends, still went faithfully to Girl Scout meetings, in spite of the fact that she knew that when she got home, she would find a welcoming warm spot in her brother Joe's bed. And now… she was on her way to Daddy… and it wouldn't be the first time either, she thought excitedly, as she made her way down the hall… remembering that unreal night in the old deserted shack, when she had so boldly impaled her virgin pussy on her father's rampant cock. The only difference was… then he had no idea who she was… and tonight, he would definitely know!

She felt almost as terrified as she had that night when she and Joe had plotted the whole event… almost, but not quite… she had seen the looks her dad had been giving here lately, and she knew that he subconsciously at least, suspected her of being the girl in the shack. True, he had been drugged and blindfolded, but recently, Lee could tell, he was getting more and more disturbed by her presence. Even earlier that evening when they had been celebrating his marriage to Aunt Dorothy, she had caught him staring at her breasts in the sheer blouse she had deliberately worn. She had not really wanted to detract from Dorothy, because she knew that her father had a deep respect and love for her blond aunt, and yet her own desire to have at least one more private encounter with her father had won out, and she had worn the almost completely sheer blouse, with nothing underneath, knowing that her small, pert nipples would be completely visible to the whole family. As for Joe, it hardly mattered, her brother had seen her perfect little pubescent breasts often enough… and even Aunt Dot had seen them… but Daddy… Daddy had only felt them against his naked chest, he had never really seen them with his eyes.

The door was just slightly ajar and Lee could hear her father tossing and turning in his sleep… she could also hear him muttering to himself and she strained her ears to hear what he was saying, recalling with pleasure, how her father's face had reddened considerably, when she had pressed her entire little body against him just before kissing him goodnight. She had kissed him on the lips, making sure that her mouth was just a little bit open so that her tongue would contact her father's surprised mouth. It had been fun seeing him squirm afterwards, and she wondered now, if his cock had gotten big and hard the way it had that night… that wonderful night when she had felt it rammed all the way up into her young untried cunt. She pushed the door open and stepping into the room, closed it gently behind her.

In his dream, Art was back in the shack again… It was a dream he'd been having over and over again, and each time it became more vivid. He had gone to the shack at the request of the blackmailers… He had to get the photographs they had taken of him and Dorothy making love… so old Nick wouldn't find out. The shack was dark and seemingly deserted… he was riffling through the thick envelopes he found in the corner… there was nothing but shreds of cut up newspaper in them… NO PHOTOGRAPHS… he was furious, and yet he was getting suddenly drowsy… he was staggering, still ripping at the manila envelopes… and then he was falling… there was nothingness… until, later an incredible sensation awakened him… someone… something was circling his cock… not on it actually, but sliding up and down its shaft… He could swear that it was a tiny cunt… some girl… some woman! He came to but he could not see her, couldn't move his bound arms, and legs, could only lie immobile, except for his rampaging cock that jerked about as it was being deliciously tortured beyond all endurance. It had felt wonderful… even though there was something hideous about it… (who would do… who would even think of such a perverted thing!?) and yet he felt the sensations grow and grow… the creature, whoever she is attempts valiantly to mount him, his disbelief in the reality of his predicament rises almost as quickly as his cock when he realizes that she seems to be a virgin… her tiny little vagina is much too small although she seems to be trying with all her might to impale herself upon his enormous member! Even tied and bound as he is, he cannot help contributing… for now he wants this little pussy… wants it badly… His cock is beet-red and hard as granite, his lips dry and parched… if this is some kind of torture… some kind of punishment, it is working he thinks… not to be able to fuck her really good! He can feel her small breasts nudging his bare chest, felt her breath hot against his face… there is something familiar about her… but what? He raises his hips with a sudden jerk as she is coming down on him, trying with all her might to stretch the small circumference of her tight young vagina to accommodate his big cock. Only this time, instead of remaining lodged upon the thick rubbery head, her little pussy tears, spreads enough so his hard surging penis rams into her, entering only a few centimeters, but enough… enough to make her cry out in desperate pain!

Art tossed and turned some more… He was reliving the entire thing again, it was just the way it had happened, only now the dream changed, it always changed at this point, in his sleep, Art anticipated it! His blindfold suddenly fell off, his hands were free… above him her naked body glistened with perspiration, rode his sweet little baby daughter… Lee! Her tiny pussy swiveled like a tight, too small, glove down onto his cock, and he lifted his arms up to engulf her, fucked up, up his cock rising impossibly high into her virgin cunt while he felt her vaginal walls rippling with unbelievable tightness, delicious friction against his enormous, bloated penis. Her face was a mask of desire, "Oh Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" she chanted, over and over and he replied, "Oh, Lee baby, baby!" and then Art spoke, out loud, as he turned over once more, "You can have all of this big cock that you want, baby… all you need!"

Lee climbed up onto the bed beside her sleeping father. Somehow she knew that his words were meant just for her. "Coming, Daddy," she whispered, "coming!"

Completely nude and shivering a little from fear and excitement, she slid beneath the sheets. Her father groaned and grunted and she saw him buck his hips upward in his sleep. Glancing down, she could see a tent-like shape of the sheets where his huge erection pierced upward from his loins. Lee swallowed when she recalled the size of it… it looked even bigger than she remembered it! Her father's large six-foot frame extended from the top to the bottom of the double bed, whereas Lee realized with awe that she only took up a little more than two thirds the length of it. Lying still beside her father, Lee felt a decidedly delicious rising tide of emotion at the base of her belly. She was ready she realized, ready for her father to show her everything he knew about sex. Her gently rounded belly trembled a bit, and she could feel the moisture seeping from the delicate blonde vee between her legs, spreading to the inner surface of her thighs.

After a while of listening to Art's now incoherent groans, she reached out, letting her small hand gradually approach her father's penis, then before she reached it, she grew suddenly bold and clambered up to her knees. Pulling back the sheet, she admired the splendid male nudity before her. Gasping as she noted the angry girth of her father's far from dormant cock, she nonetheless straddled it… holding her widespread legs far apart and keeping her tiny golden pussy just above it for what seemed to be long seconds.

"It's not the first time…" she kept telling herself, "I've done this before… this isn't the first time!" But it was like the first time… she was terrified, because this time there would be no blindfold, no ropes between her and Daddy! Her terror did nothing to alter her determination, however, and a few short seconds later, feeling a definite strain from holding her long legs so far apart for so long, she began to lower herself slowly downward. Her father's big penis was sticking straight up in the air… she had noticed that her brother's didn't do that at all, it stood up a little when he was flat on his back, but lay closer to his belly, so that she had to pick it up when she wanted to force herself down upon it. But this wasn't Joe… this was her own Daddy… and she had no need to touch his penis to feel it slide hotly against the warm moist slit between her open legs… Daddy who had been the first man to know the inner riches of her tiny 13-year-old pussy! After Daddy, she had finally let Joe have his way, and he too had let his young boy's cock rise in splendid incest, striking high against her sensitive cervix. But nothing Joe had done to her thus far had erased Lee's continued longing for her father, and now here he was, naked and at her mercy!

The thought of what she was doing brought a new swelling of desire to her loins and she groaned pitifully, tensing every single muscle in her small body, and letting the huge spongy head work its way into the outer lips of her moistened-pussy.

Clearly Art thought he was still dreaming. For she was able to feel the incredible sensation of his big cock-head against her jerking little clitoris and sparse young pubic fuzz for several minutes before he began to stir in a way that told her he was waking up!

"Oh, Daddy," she cried out… in spite of herself, "oh, Daddy!"

Art's eyes opened wide. For reality, this dream was just going too far! But when he saw his daughter's face directly in front of his, and distinctly felt her touch… her tight baby cunt sliding down over his cockhead… yes, just as it had once before! He jerked upright and his young daughter landed sitting on his hard thick thighs.

"Lee!" he cried, "Oh my God…my God,baby…what are you doing? What have I done? What's happening?"

Lee simply smiled, a bit nervously and reaching forward, grabbed hold of her father's erected penis. Art's hand instantly went down to remove her hand, but she clung to his thick rod with determination.

"Christ where's Dorothy… what are you doing here child?"

"I heard what you said, Daddy…" Lee said, quickly… she was afraid he was going to toss her out any minute. "You were dreaming about me weren't you?"

Art sat open-mouthed, momentarily abandoning his struggle with Lee's hand on his cock… it only seemed to be making it embarrassingly bigger anyway, he noted. "No…" he protested, still groggy from his deep sleep. "No… I was… it was… the shack… the…" Suddenly he paused, looking at his daughter as if it were for the first time. Her nakedness became apparent to him, as he could feel her small round buttocks pressing nakedly against his thighs. Her breasts stared defiantly back at him. His new wife, Dorothy, was nowhere in sight.

"You!" he said accusingly… All his dreams had been right… all the suspicions he'd dared not even contemplate were correct. "You… it was you!!"

Lee nodded assent, and began a quick up and down motion on her father's still hardened penis. Expertly, she pulled down the soft foreskin and let the enormous head pull upwards toward the ceiling. Art fell backwards as if mortally wounded. "You…" he muttered, almost to himself… He sounded as though he was in a state of shock: "You put something in my coffee… that night… you sent the notes… you spied on your Aunt Dorothy and me…"

"Well, you were making so much noise in the den… I couldn't help but hear…" Lee said, "and then I watched!" Her hand was moving faster on her father's prick now and she noted that he was doing nothing at all to stop her. She heard him gasp "… and you…!"

"Yes, Daddy…" she said, "… you fucked me, your own daughter… and you're the first man who ever did it too!" Her father groaned and Lee heard him sob. She couldn't see his face very well in the darkness, and she wondered if he was crying. He hadn't said anything for a long time, but his cock was pulsing hotly in her hand… as she moved it up and down with a now steady, concentrated motion.

She could feel perspiration standing out all over her body, and she tried hard not to think about what could possibly happen next. Whatever happened, she told herself, would happen!

Her father was no doubt thinking of all the evil things she and her brother had done but he didn't know the half of it yet, she thought! Perhaps he would have sent her away to reform school… she had read somewhere that blackmail was in some states punishable by death… she wondered vaguely if Pennsylvania was one of them. But her Daddy wouldn't do that to her, she thought… he couldn't possibly do that to his own little girl! Just to help things out, she tried to make her motions on his wonderful big cock extra good, tried to do it as best she could. When she saw that his entire body was shaking, she realized she was doing a good job.

Art lay back in helpless surrender, his entire being dazed, save for the intense sensation that centered at his ever hardening penis… which throbbed unmercifully beneath his daughter's thighs. His confusion dulled eyes observed her through slanted lids. The perfection of her rosy tinted nudity appeared like a vision before his wondering eyes. She was so completely, lovely, so young and fresh! He knew that she wanted him to fuck her again, and yet he was equally certain that he shouldn't… although God knew he wanted to!

"It was all a dreadful mistake…" he told her now. "You can't have known what you were doing… I can't believe that…"

"Oh Daddy… please!" Lee responded. "Please… I want you to… I… please… let's do it… again!"

Lee felt a renewed desire for her father surge through her as his fleshy thickness filled her small palms, and the tip of his cock began to glisten with droplets of excited seminal moisture.

She leaned forward and let her lips caress the tip of it, removing with her tongue the tiny drops of his rising cream. Above her, Art groaned and reached out for her. Grabbing her up by the arms he pulled her over him once more. She fell upon him, her small, firm breasts bouncing onto his hairy chest. She wriggled a little and felt him shiver beneath her small weight, and then his hands were roaming all over her, hungrily touching her everywhere… big and paw-like they clung hotly to her young flesh, while he murmured strange sounds into her hair. Lee began to respond by kissing his face, by letting her tongue fill his mouth, which was now open as he gasped at the wonderful feel of her. Below, she could feel his hard erect penis nudging against her pubic mound… sighing, she ground herself down upon it, pressuring it flat against her. It felt like a big log lying there at the base of her belly, and she marveled at the thought that its monstrous enormity had ever been inside her. But she reminded herself again that it was possible, and that it was what she wanted more than anything in the world!

Panting, Art took the small white mountains of his daughter's breasts in his heavy palms, and began to softly knead them… they felt like warm delicate birds, tender and delicate and he was afraid of crushing them… but his young daughter began to moan and respond to his hands, he began to squeeze them tighter and tighter, feeling the little nipples become like tiny rock formations beneath his fingers. He thought his cock was going to burst, right there against her tender belly. He could feel the soft blonde hairs of her naked little pussy slipping against the rod of his prick as she squirmed above him… Haltingly, he asked, not believing his words, not understanding how he could be doing such a thing: "Do you really want me to…?"

"Oh yes, daddy, more than anything… more than anything!" she replied, moaning as his hands crushed heavily now on her small but voluptuously shaped mounds.

"ALL RIGHT!" he heard himself saying… and his voice sounded like that of a stranger. "Spread your legs!" His tone was harsh and urgent, as though he had to do this thing quickly, had to get it over with before he even fully realized the full extent of his actions.

Trembling, little Lee spread her legs out so far that her toes touched the far sides of the bed. Suddenly, she found herself being flipped over onto her back, and she lay breathless, spreading her legs again in anticipation. He was over her, kneeling between her thighs, moving upward toward her. Dimly she could see the excited length of his hardened cock sticking up between his legs. She closed her eyes… in seconds she knew she would be impaled by her own father's wonderful cock… any moment she would know the absolute bliss she had known that night in the shack. His hands were shoving underneath her buttocks and pulling them up… suddenly she felt something being forced under her small, firmly rounded buttocks… it was a pillow. She lay, pelvis tilted toward the ceiling, legs spread in a mute offering to him. She felt more naked than she had ever been, more completely exposed than she had thought possible. Then his finger was touching her there, searching for the tiny entrance to her pussy, moving quickly, sliding up and around.

"Oooooooooooh," she moaned, as bright tingling thrills raced from the glistening wet petals of her cunt. Everywhere his finger touched she was instantly on fire. Opening her eyes slightly, she could see that his eyes were closed too as his finger explored her intimate sex. She bucked her hips upward a little, groaning, and felt his thigh dig into and slip into her small vagina.

"Aaaa!" she cried. "Oh, Daddy!" His finger moved up into her, pushing back the rippling folds of inner flesh, carrying delightful sensations with it that made her want to cry from joy. "Daddy Daddy Daddy!" she cried out, jiggling her hips up still further, until his finger was implanted fully within the small inner crevice nestled up between her young milk-white thighs.

Art could feel his daughter's inner vaginal muscles clamping around his finger. He was amazed at how tight she was… how small! He, didn't see how he could possibly fit into her… but his cock ached dully, reminding him of his urgent desire to do just that! She was so young… only 13… and his own little baby… Christ! What was he doing…? But the thought just jumped into his mind, and just as quickly jumped out again as with only an instant's hesitation, he removed his finger and he placed the warm smooth blunted end of his sperm bloated penis at the tiny, defensively cringing entrance of her vagina.

"OH yes… yes…" Lee moaned beneath him… "Yes, Daddy… I'm ready… I'm ready!"

She whimpered slightly as she felt her father pushing against her… She tried desperately to spread her legs still further, but they just wouldn't go any further. She gritted her teeth from the frustration of it as she felt the smooth rubbery head pressing slowly against her tiny cuntal mouth, yet making no headway at all. Her tight little cunt resisted the enormous head that tried to gain entry to it! She could hear him muttering about it being too big… but she could only pant beneath him. A painful searing feeling was beginning to spread now between her legs, where his prick nudged urgently against her small tender opening. Her entire little cunt began to ache from the effort to stay wide open, and his cock felt like a fiery pole pushing against her.

"Aaaaarrgh!" she cried out… it was getting more and more painful! He was grunting now over her, and he had hold of her legs, spreading them outwards, and up, so that his cock was sticking straight down into the widespread area of her soft hairlined pussy. It didn't seem possible that it could hurt so much… and for a few seconds it occurred to her that her father might actually be trying to cause her more pain! Why was it hurting so much???? Then she felt a kind of tearing down there, and as she screamed she heard her father cursing wildly. Impossibly, the small rosy lips of her vagina were stretching, spreading outward around the advancing rod of his cock! Little Lee winced and strained, biting her tongue as she felt it entering… just a little at first, and then, with a sudden motion, halfway in!

"Oh my God!" Art exclaimed, "OH GOD!" He was looking directly down at his daughter, and he knew what acute agony she must be in… and yet the feeling of her sweet little pussy around his big cock was enough to make him want to rip all the way into her without pausing a second. God, he never wanted any woman so much in his life as he wanted this little girl who was his very own daughter!

He pushed in another fraction of an inch.

"Oh no… please no!" Lee cried out in spite of herself. She felt like she was being split in two down there between her wide held thighs… it was strange, but it seemed to be even more painful than it had been the first time… she didn't understand it! But her father was not to be stopped. After pausing above his daughter for only a second, he pushed forward again with wild determination. She was no longer just his daughter, she was a tight little pussy to be conquered. She had asked for it, and by golly, she was getting it! His huge cock strained forward, and Art tried to ignore his daughter's shrill cries for mercy, pushing, pushing, was all he could think of… getting it all the way into her tiny little cunt hole! And then he could feel a change in her, her cries were different… he was filling her now, almost to complete capacity, his big cock reaching toward the haven of her cervix… It pulsed hard there… and he felt shimmers of ecstasy running throughout her little vagina rippling around his tightly squeezed prick!

"Oh, oh, ohohohohoh!" she gasped. "Ooooooooooo!" Lee felt like she was swooning. This feeling of being completely filled… of being stuffed by the impaling ramrod of her father's cock, was almost too wonderful to stand! Violent waves of pleasure ran through her, over and over again as his cock just lay within, pulsing against her cervix, feeling hot and hard.

She felt like she was in a dream as she felt him slowly withdraw bit by bit. Her legs moved of their accord, snaking out up around his sides and then back around his back… and her little cunt felt wider and filled with a new longing… to feel him plunging once more, back into her… to feel him striking hard again the very depths of her young belly.

"Aaaaaah!" With a cry she pulled herself up still closer to his loins, and felt his big cock slip back into her, with greater ease now as her moistening fluids streamed around it, making an easy path for the monstrous prick. Thrills of lewd joy ran through her. She felt like a woman at last! Her father was fucking her – really consciously fucking her at last!

"AAAAAAAAaeeeeeeeeh!" Art rammed back into his daughter's flaring womb… his giant cock striking at the very end of her hot dark tunnel, as the tiny hairfringed lips of her vagina opened to let him all the way in… He groaned and crushed down upon her, feeling her little body wriggling underneath his massive bulk. Then inflamed with desire, his face a mask of pure lust, he cupped his hands around her small firm white buttocks again, and began to ram into her with all his might.

He heard her cry out under him again and again. "Oh oh oh daddy daddy ddddaaaaaadddddddddd!!!" and he felt her little pussy convulsing with minute and shattering spasms about his thick invading rod… and on and on he fucked… He felt as though he could fuck her forever… It was just too good to be true! Her little baby cunt forced itself open to accommodate his huge member, and once inside her molded to his cock like a tightly clinging silk stocking.

"Oh Leeeeee! Babyyyyyy!" he moaned, his hair flying, perspiration dripping from him as her heels dug into his back, and she urged him on with lewd words he had never dreamed she knew…

"Yes, fuck me Daddy… oh Daddy you're fucking me so gooood!!! Oh daddddddy my pussssssssssy feels soooooo gooooood! YES, yes… AhAhAh! Oh Daddy… Immmm mmmmmmmmg cuummmmminggg!"

Art thought he had surely taken leave of his senses… his daughter was cumming violently beneath his expert fucking… His big cock was speeding up into her gyrating cunt, her womb was flaring, sucking at his prick as he tore up and up into her, "Oh Christ… baby… oh Christ… I'm cumming too honey… Daddy's cumming too!"

His sperm sped forth from his slapping testicles, racing to meet his daughter's convulsive orgasm. She was sobbing hysterically, mumbling incoherent words, her eyes rolled back into her head, her head smashed back against the mattress… Her hips danced lewdly about as her widely sprawled legs flapped in midair, and then her little heels were pounding hard against his back, and she was jerking underneath him as though she were having a fit. His semen splashed deep up into her cunt, and he felt her start to cum a second time as he continued fucking, into her now sperm drenched pussy.

"Ohohoh daddy… my wonderful daddy… ooooooohhhhhhh!" she cried shrilly.

It was odd he had cum once, but he was still fucking her without losing a stroke… it hadn't seemed to count at all… and he knew he was going to go on like this for a long time… as long as his young daughter could take it… he was going to give it to her! Just like in his dream, he repeated.

"You can have as much of this big cock as your little pussy needs baby… as much as it needs!"

CHAPTER THREE

Earlier that same evening, Dorothy left her new husband's bed. Art was sleeping soundly, and she didn't think that he would awaken and miss her. Her body still tingled from their recent love-making, but she still felt somehow unfulfilled… She had tried to tell herself that it wasn't so… but it was impossible for her to resist… she felt drawn by a force stronger than anything she could hope to struggle against.

She had sat at her dressing table, the new one that Art had bought for her as a wedding present… He had had the entire house re-furnished so that there would be no traces of his dead wife there. Betty had been Dorothy's older sister, and it still pained her sometimes to realize that it was she who was taking her sister's place in Art's affections. And yet, at other times it seemed entirely fitting and somehow right… and she felt closer to her sister in some mysterious way… Now living in this house, so familiar to her once, but only as a friendly family visitor… it was funny to realize that it was her house now… her's and Art's. The best part about everything though, was that she was reunited with her own son! Joe, the boy she had given up long ago to her sister and Art… when, just 16, and unmarried she'd had no one else to turn to! It had been hard letting him think all this time that she was just his Aunt Dot, when in reality she was his real mother! But now she would be able to treat him like a son, be constantly near him, love him, care for him! As she brushed her hair long and hard, Dorothy knew that she was going to go down the hall to Joe's room… she just had to! She had promised herself that after that one mad sensual night with the children, she would never never do it again… but her body's memory was stronger than her will, and there was something so overwhelmingly comforting about him… something she needed badly, that only her little boy could satisfy.

So slowly, she got up putting on the new pink and white negligee that formed part of her trousseau, and with a last glance at her sleeping husband, she left the bedroom.

She could see that Joe's light was on, from the soft yellow beam that slid from beneath his door jamb. Suddenly losing courage, she drew her silken folds of her gown around her and headed toward the kitchen. Once there she poured herself a small glass of brandy, and feeling the warm burning liquid trace a path down her throat to her belly, she realized that there was nothing for her to do but go to Joe right away. She would just go and talk with him, that would be all, and then later she would go back to her new husband… so different from that hideous Nick.

Sometimes she wondered how she could have possibly ever married him. She shivered… such a horrid man! And yet when she had married him, she had been the envy of every young matron in Philadelphia… the wealthy Nick Rogers… and she had somehow managed to snag him. It had been a great surprise to her when he had been unwilling to accept her son into their household… before the wedding he had told her it would be fine to have Joe come live with them… to have the then 7 year old boy finally know who his real mother was. But once married, it had been a different story… and Joe had continued to live with Art and Betty as their son.

Dorothy had never been able to quite forgive Nick that deception, and even now she blamed him for the strange desire to possess her own son sexually that wracked her luscious body. Pouring another shot of brandy, Dorothy drank it down quickly and started once more toward Joe's bedroom. She wondered just when she would have the nerve to tell him she was really his mother!

***

Joe lay in bed reading the exciting book that he had borrowed from his sister.

"He pulled her legs up so that they straddled his shoulders. The soft cushions of her smooth, gyrating buttocks tilted against his hard thighs and his penis slipped even further down into the slanting shaft of her flaming pussy."

"Jeez," he said. His young cock quivered beneath the sheet, and he couldn't help thinking of Aunt Dot… What was she doing in there with Daddy now he wondered! He hadn't been able to go to sleep for thinking of Aunt Dot and his father making love together… when it should have been him! He just couldn't help thinking that although he knew that his father was very happy with his new wife, and he also knew that Aunt Dot was also in love with his father, he couldn't help but want her all for himself. But that was silly he knew… that was impossible! And yet, hadn't he and Lee manipulated and schemed so that at least they would all be in the same house! Yes, Lee wanted Daddy in just the same way that he wanted Aunt Dot, and that all too short meeting at the shack hadn't been enough for either of them. They had tricked Dad into coming under the pretext that they had those photographs of him and Dot making love… but Dad had never seen who they were. Whereas Dorothy knew… she knew and had writhed beneath their combined touches… his and his sisters… She had loved it! They both knew that she had been drinking heavily that night and that her nerves had been just about at the breaking point… but still… she had loved it! There was no getting away from that fact. And Joe knew that even though she had refused to even mention the event again… that she often thought of it… Probably often remembered the feel of his hot young cock in her vagina! he bet!

As for him… he certainly remembered! He turned the page of his book and let one hand slip beneath the covers to fondle his raging erection. Pulling his foreskin down all the way, he began a steady up and down motion that made his flesh break-out in goosepimples as thrills of delight traversed his 14 year old body. Soon he put the book down, and began to concentrate more fully on the pleasure that mounted from his hard rock penis. He felt confused and anxious and his boyish features were contorted from the frantic efforts of his flying fingers over his cock. The lewd sound of his closed fist slapping against his belly beneath his long nightshirt emanated from the covers.

It was then that Aunt Dorothy knocked at the door.

"C… come in!" Joe said, rapidly stopping his illicit activity beneath the sheets. But his heart was pounding hard… because somehow he knew who it was at the door. He knew it couldn't be anyone but aunt Dot!

His sister Lee never knocked, and his father just never came to their rooms. The only other person in the house was Aunt Dot! He watched from his bed as the door slowly opened and then, he gasped as he saw her. She was wearing the most beautiful gown… a soft pink and white frilly thing, that was sheer enough to give more than a hint of her beautiful body beneath its voluminous folds. Her soft blonde hair glowed from all the brushing she had given it and it hung to her shoulders, framing the almost translucent creamy skin of her face.

"Hello, Joe," she said quietly, closing the door behind her.

"Aunt Dot… you came!" Joe said. He wanted to leap up to greet her, but he felt unaccountably shy, and decided to remain where he was. Dorothy slowly approached the young boy's bed, until she was standing right beside it. Then she sat down as Joe moved over to make room for her beside him. He could smell the wonderful familiar scent of her perfume, and now he could hardly breath from the excitement that he felt in her presence. He had never failed to feel this same way, only somewhat less intense… whenever he'd been near her. Even years ago as a small boy, even when his mother was alive, he always felt this special thing about Aunt Dot… And now as he looked into her deep blue eyes, he realized that she too felt the same way about him. It was very mysterious, very puzzling, but the feeling was undeniable!

"Yes… I came…" she replied belatedly. "I… I had to."

"Is Dad… I mean is Daddy sleeping…?" Joe asked… he was embarrassed about his former thoughts of their lovemaking from all that Lee had described to him about the one time she spied on Aunt Dot and Daddy making love… it was quite a sight. He wondered vaguely now as he examined the older woman's beautiful face, how it had looked when his father was fucking her!!! He lay there trembling, his whole body and mind in an uproar of emotion. He felt strangely overheated beneath his covers, and abruptly he threw them back. Aunt Dot wasn't talking… she had only nodded in reply to his question, and now she was just looking at him. There seemed to emanate from her eyes some kind of magic beam, just like in some comic books he'd read… and the more she looked at him, the more he felt completely in her control!

This woman who had haunted his dreams for so many nights was actually here in his bedroom, of her own accord… it seemed too much to ask for… and yet it was true! The times at the shack that he and Lee had conspired to get both Daddy and Aunt Dot at separate times, didn't seem to count for much… it had all been trickery… and coercion…what counted now was… this night! He knew that it would be the most important of his life… but his head swam as he tried to comprehend the full impact of Aunt Dot sitting there on his bed.

"I… I wanted to talk to you couldn't sleep…" she said slowly.

Her words were slow and her voice slightly blurry, and it occurred to Joe that she might be sleeping… sleep walking!! His entire body was covered with a light down of perspiration now as he returned her gaze. He couldn't help letting his eyes slip down to the area of her ample bosom, where beneath her peignoir he could see two slightly darker spots where her taut nipples stood out proudly. He would hear the sound of his own heart pumping madly in his chest. There was a rustly sound and as Aunt Dot adjusted her weight on the bed, she cleared her throat. Joe thought he was going to break out into tears if something didn't happen soon. This waiting was driving him crazy!

"Aunt Dot!" he finally said, his voice breaking, as he lifted his arms to her.

Dorothy sobbed and embraced him, falling down across him on the bed, her soft warm breasts pushing against his young chest, as she covered his face with kisses. "Darling…" she said. "You mustn't call me Aunt Dot anymore… We're all one family now… I… I'd like it better if you called me mother!"

Joe was a bit taken aback, smothered as he was beneath her warm embraces. His mind quickly tried to focus on the woman he had once considered as his own mother, but already her memory was faded. It was true, he thought, Aunt Dot was now his father's wife, and since she was his very own mother's sister… wasn't she as close as being his mother as any woman could get?

The idea thrilled him, and now as his lips boldly sought hers out, he muttered, "Yes, Mother… oh yes!"

"You're not ashamed, are you Joe!?" Dorothy asked. Her tongue slipped wetly over Joe's half parted lips as she spoke, and Joe's fingers began to move up and down her back. He was entranced by her proximity… the sweetness of her breath was like honeysuckle, her body seemed large and all encompassing. "Because, you mustn't be ashamed… Joe, not of anything! I spent too many years being ashamed, and now I know that it's wrong… very wrong! You must let your true feelings show!"

"Yes, Mother," Joe responded. He was all for that… Her lips touched his again, softly at first, and Joe felt himself tingling all over… Her tongue reached far back into his mouth, and his tongue rose up into hers, mingling inside in a long tortuously defined mock battle. Below, his cock jerked upward beneath his nightshirt, and he could feel it tingling with lust. There were no more thoughts in his head only the weight of her breasts on his chest, the taste of her tongue in his mouth. Mother… he thought, Mother!

Astonishment and joy mingled in his body, and his searching hands roamed around to her sides, moving toward the large firm mounds of the older woman's breasts. Her kiss was devouring him, and he sucked wildly upon her tongue hearing the loud wet sounds filling the room.

"I know you want me too, Joe…" she was whispering into his ear. And now his hands were touching her breasts! They were soft yet exquisitely molded and Joe began to give his hands free play between them and molding them in his hands, toying lengthily with the hardened tips, rolling them, budlike beneath his fingers. His hands were stuffed beneath the folds of her gown, hidden inside, rummaging deliciously in the privacy of her bosom. His penis stood rocklike and stiff and Joe groaned. A long low ecstatic groan that was echoed by his mother.

Dorothy sighed and held onto her young son. She was surrendering herself to him entirely, and inside she felt peaceful and calm. For the first time in her life, she felt she was doing something totally right… no matter what anyone thought.

"Oh, Joe, my darling boy," she sighed, "I'm going to teach you everything… everything!"

Joe felt her breasts tremble beneath his hot touches, and he knew that she was about to remove her clothes. He began to help her… timidly at first, and then with enthusiasm. The lamp in his room emitted a low toned light that gave his mother's body a hazy appearance, as though she had been painted, or sculpted by a great impressionistic master. Joe held his breath as her peignoir slipped from her shoulders… revealing their white planes to his delighted gaze. Her breasts were like miraculous feats of engineering, so large, and yet standing out so far. She sat proudly beside him, and noticing his fixed stare, she said, "Shall we start with my breasts little darling… Yes… please please touch them again… this time I will supervise everything…" Her eyes were half closed in anticipation of his touch… and Joe hungrily reached forward toward the golden, pink tipped orbs. Each hand held a firm rubber nipple, and as Dorothy said, "Now squeeze… squeeze gently…" he did as he was told.

"Oooooh… yeeessss!" she cried, "Now turn… twist every so… yes, just like that… How fast you learn!"

Her nipples had turned to stone beneath his fingers and she was quivering all over, her gown had fallen down around her hips and in front Joe could see his mother's belly button… a soft deep indentation in the midst of her gently curved stomach.

"Oh… you feeel… wonderful!" Joe spoke… then he added, "Mother!" The word still did not come easily to his tongue, and when he said it it did all kinds of crazy things to him inside. His hands slipped down to her waist and he tried to draw her forward… she bent gracefully and her large protruding breasts brushed directly into his face. "Would you like to suck them, Joe?" Dorothy sighed, "Yes, suck them, go ahead… go ahead!" She wriggled them into his burning face, and the silken flesh caused streaks of desire. He thought he would pass out from the fabulous sensation of her bosom almost smothering him… her perfumed flesh, and now her taut nipples poking into his opening mouth! His loins closed gently around the offered button of sensuality, and automatically he began to suck, suck with all his might! He had never known such joy…!!!! Such utter bliss! There was something about it… something that he could not quite fathom, that at once soothed and inflamed him, satisfied and made him hungry for more!

"Yessssss! ooooooooh yesssssss!" Dorothy cooed, and then she added softly to herself, "just like you did when you were a baby… just like that my little darling!"

As he continued to suck thirstily, Dorothy crooned his name and moaned soft encouragements to him, until finally she pushed his head gently away. "Ooo no more now little love… oh… I must get in beside you… What you have done to me!"

Gasping to catch her breath, she stood up and peeled away the remainder of her gown, and Joe saw the golden honeyed triangle of her pussy, softly hairy, sweetly curved, nestled between the two pillars of her statuesque thighs! Then she was climbing in beside him, taking up most of the bed so that there was only a little place left for him… He clung in desperation, in a paroxysm of desire that caused both of them to cry out with the strength of their emotions.

Almost instantly, Joe felt his mother's hand reaching along his chest, along his belly… and then it was gripping his excitedly erect penis, clutching it hard so that Joe thought it might break in two! An acute stab of lust shot through him and his body tensed and shook with desire. "Oh, God…!" he cried, as she began stroking softly. "What a wonderful cock you have… Oh Joe it's just wonderful… so big for your age and when you get to be a man…" her words trailed off and Joe wondered what she was going to say.

Dorothy was remembering what Joe's father had been like… his real father… that stranger passing through town… who had just quickly passed out of town when he learned that little 16 year old Dorothy was pregnant… She remembered his body… and found echoes of it in her son… Yes, he would be like his father, in build at least when he was a grown man. The thought was exciting, especially since she could recall with minute detail the marvelous sensations she had known with the wanderer.

"Where… where is your hand…?!" she asked haltingly. Without releasing his swollen penis, she found his fingers with her other hand and brought them down her belly. She moved them swiftly to the soft, hairlined lips of her pussy, where she longed to feel him touch her. His fingers encountered first satiny hairs, then the delicate moist split that separated them, then he was plunging into a complete world of utter oblivion… his fingers insinuating themselves between the wetness of tiny furrows, the upright pinprick of his mother's clitoris, the swollen labia, aching for assuagement!

"Oh, oh mother!!" Joe cried out as his fingers slipped into the heated moisture of his mother's hotly quivering cunt. "Ooooh that's it Joe… now a little to the right… up a bit… Oh ah! Mmmmmm! ooooooooh Joe… Joooooooooe!"

The sound of her voice, and the way her wonderful white, body responded to his fingerfucking was enough to send him into an ecstatic trance. Her breasts billowed against his chest, bobbing sometimes all the way up to his chin, and with his free hand he sought to encompass some of their bulk… her tender kisses upon his face made his cheeks glisten with wetness. He never wanted this divine sensation to stop! Then suddenly she was gripping his hard young fourteen year old cock tighter, and stopping his hand. "Ooooh, ooh Joe… stop… stop… I… I must feel your cock inside me… inside!"

Not wanting to lose one precious instant, Dorothy pulled the young boy over onto her, and felt him fall heavily against her nude body. His stiff cock slapped against her stomach, and she could feel the softness of his testicles below nudging at the top of her trembling pubic vee. Hurriedly, she made him understand without speaking, that she wanted him to remove his nightshirt, and she began to pull it off over his head. Soon he lay completely naked upon her voluptuously curved body, and once more her hand was on his genitals! Moving his foreskin back and forth… back and forth… Joe thought he was going to climax right there in her hand, right again her stomach. But he realized that she was pushing him downward, and wriggling up herself… She was placing his young penis at the entrance to her waiting pussy! "Yeeeeees, yesssssss… come on little Joe… my darling… come on!"

Joe wanted to make love to her the way no other man had… to even erase the memory of the honeymoon night she had just known… just a few doors away from his bedroom! A swift jealousy swept over him as he thought of it now, and as he felt her placing his cock against the softly giving wetness between her spread legs, he relinquished some of his previous passivity and growling, pushed hard into her.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaah! Joooooooooey!" Dorothy wailed as his hard young cock sped unexpectedly sudden up into her vagina… pushing back the soft tight folds of her pink flowering pussy, rising fast up into the depths of her tender split. The wet lips of her cunt trembled and tightened around his advancing rod, and she felt herself growing wetter still as he entered her, powerfully almost harshly! "Oooooh darling!" she cried out, "oh, my dear God!"

His mother's inner juices surrounded his smooth hard throbbing cock, and he felt her entire pelvis tilt upward to accept his entry… she was sucking him inside with her cunt muscles, pulling him deeper and deeper… This one moment seemed to make life worth living… Just this and nothing else in the world mattered. He was fucking her… fucking her hard!

"Oh my son… my son!" Dorothy cried out, as she began to lewdly gyrate up against him, feeling his prick driving swiftly now in and out of her lust maddened pussy. Urgently his young penis struck hard against her cervix… the very womb from which he had come! Again and again he pushed into her, moving up, pushing and pulling, grabbing hard onto her big breasts, burrowing his head into them, kissing them, sucking them, while he fucked gloriously higher, totally beyond reach, attaining the dizzying heights of incestuous passion.

She screamed beneath him and winced with delight, and perspiration flowed in rivulets between their wildly smacking bodies, making Joe slide about upon her, increasing the extent of the sensations each was feeling. "Ooooh JOE… fuck me… yes fuck me harder… harder… Oh I love it I love it Joe Joe Joe!!" He was driving his young cock into her so hard now that he bounced up off of her body each time he slid back out, only to plunge himself back in, falling with all his weight upon her, like on some splendid surrealistically erotic trampoline!

Dorothy moved in time with the boy, in a total frenzy of sexual excitement that used every sinew and muscle in her womanly frame. Hungrily, she spurred him on, and with equal ardour, he responded.

Then she was cumming, it was advancing upon her like a freight train, hitting from all sides, taking hold of her body with a forcefulness she had never experienced before. The tip of young Joe's cock pistoned sharply against her raging cervix, striking, striking once, twice, and now again, and then she was released, falling and splitting in two at once, breaking into tiny pieces. Her cunt grew wide and yawning and then tightly squeezed at the delicious pole that impaled it. Dizzying sparks invaded her tormented body as the insistent pressure continued to build in spite of the unbelievable pleasure growing like wildfire in her widespread loins.

"Oh Joe, my own baby boy… I'm cumming… cuuuuummming for you Aaaaalllll for you… youuuuuuu!"

Joe laboured mightily upon his mother's climaxing body, his own groans mingled with her cries as his own hot, liquid jism began to cream out from his inundated cock… his hands groped and clung to the dancing mountains of her breasts as delicious thrills tore through him. He felt like he was being drawn up into her… as though during this dual climax they would be forever molded into one creature… and he wanted that… wanted it badly.

"Wait for me mother… wait for me!" he cried, arching his cock high into her womb feeling his orgasm take hold and then flow copiously in an earth shattering eruption, far up into his mother's hungrily milking cuntal channel.

CHAPTER FOUR

Art lifted himself up on one elbow and groggily looked at the peacefully sleeping figure beside him. As he had awakened, he was sure that it was all a dream… another of those realistic nightmares of his… But the closer he came to consciousness, the clearer it became that this time it had been no dream… it had all actually happened… and sleeping beside him now, lost in a swoon of utter satiation was not his new wife Dorothy, but Lee… little Lee his 13 year old daughter!

With growing horror he contemplated her beautiful nakedness. She was sprawled out on her back, her blonde curls spreading out from her head like some charming medusa. Her frail breasts moved up and down with the soft rhythm of her deep breathing. The rose-bud of her mouth was slightly open as she slept on, and one hand was placed lightly over the golden curls of her young pussy, as if trying to retain the pleasure she had so recently felt there. Her father recalled in minute detail the way her overheated, almost hairless little cunt had felt… his sore cock even now was but titillated by the memory… how long had they gone at it, he wondered… God I must be going insane… to have done such a thing!!!! His young daughter's precocity seemed no excuse for his actions… No matter what she did, he thought… I shouldn't have given in… I shouldn't have fucked my own little girl!

He jumped out of bed, unable to remain in the very spot where he had so thoroughly made love to his own child. Where in Hell's name was Dorothy anyway!!!!!

He looked at the clock and saw that it was close to 3:00 A.M… good thing the next day was Saturday… he thought, and then realized how absurd his thinking was… there behind him lay his daughter, her little pussy no doubt sore as hell from his big cock… and his new wife was, God knew where… and he was worrying about going to work!

He found his slippers and threw on an old bathrobe and started out into the hall. Dorothy must have gone out to sleep in the den, he figured, although he couldn't think of why she would do such a thing. He headed toward the den and then realized that he wouldn't be able to explain Lee's presence in their bed if he woke her up… The idea that she should find out what he had done sent perspiration nervously popping from every pore, and he hurriedly started back toward the bedroom… The first thing was to get Lee up… get her back to her own room! Just as he was about to enter his bedroom, he heard a noise coming from down the hall. It sounded like a low soulful moan… and with his hair almost standing on end, he hurried down to investigate… all sorts of horrible thoughts running through his head, as he realized that the sounds were coming from Joe's room… he imagined some intruder having invaded the house… someone attacking his wife and son… while he… all along was in there with Lee… OH GOD, he thought, I'll never forgive myself…!!!

But as he reached the door he heard a loud cry and then a grunt, and then a voice… clearly young Joe's saying, clearly enough for him to hear with his ear pressed to the door, "Then you are my real mother…! But that means that… that Dad… that Dad… is just…"

"Yes, my darling little lover… Art is really your Uncle… and little Lee is your cousin… not your real sister… at the time it seemed only fair to give you a real home and then it was all in the family… and later it seemed it would be harmful to you if we told you…"

"Oh mother!" Joe's voice replied, "Oh…but I'm so glad… so glad…!"

There was silence for a few seconds… and Art stood paralyzed by what he had just heard… He was confused… the conversation itself sounded innocent enough… even though he and Dot had agreed that they would tell the boy together one day soon… but there was something else… something else… was going on in there…!! Something he dared not even suspect!

"OH, Mother… let me fuck you again… right now… right now!" Joe cried, completely overwhelmed by what he had just learned, his hand returned to the well lubricated area of his real mother's warm waiting pussy. He had enjoyed it so thoroughly, knew by now every tiny fleshy ripple of it… and yet, now that he understood just why he had always had such special feelings about the woman he knew as "Aunt Dot"… it seemed as though he had never touched her. He wanted to know her body again, re-learn it in the light of his new knowledge.

Dorothy fell back on the pillow beside her son… She sighed as his fingers entered and re-entered the sensual, mature little mouth between her legs. There! she thought… she had told him… told him at last! And his reaction had been more than she'd ever dared hope for… She had feared he might turn against her completely… but in fact, just the opposite had happened as witnessed by his new longing for her body. "Together at last!" she muttered. "Oh… Joe baby… mmmmmmmmm!" She gathered her own breasts in her hands and holding them together, brought the nipples to the point where they almost touched… "Here… suck them both together… together!" she urged.

Outside the door, trembling with rage and sorrow, Art leaned down to peer into the keyhole… He had been certain that he would see nothing that way… that in fact it was an overrated method of spying… but to his alarm, he was able to get a completely clear view of the bed and it's incestuous occupants! He had wanted to see… because in spite of all evidence to the contrary, he could not believe that the scene inside was actually taking place. Certainly it was all some kind of hideous mistake… some kind of terrible joke!

And yet as he saw the boy he'd raised for 14 years as a son, hungrily lapping at his wife, Dorothy's engorged nipples, he realized that it was far from being a joke. It was as much of a joke as what he himself had just done with little Lee!

Suddenly he could take no more. He felt himself coming apart at the seams. Everything inside him was boiling hot, his mind a chaos of confusion and guilt. How long had this been going on?!… Suddenly it was clear that Dorothy might have experienced the same kind of "torture" down at the shack in the park as he had… only her torture had been with her son… with JOE! The idea was thoroughly repulsive… as quickly now he recalled some contradictions in Dorothy's story about just what had happened to her at the shack… He had lied… but it had never occurred to him that she would be lying too! The whole thing was just too evil to contemplate!

Without even realizing exactly what he was doing, Art barged against the door. It gave instantly, beneath his weight and he went flying into the room. He stopped halfway to the bed and saw young Joe poised between his mother's limply spread legs… between Dorothy's legs! About to penetrate her hair fringed pussy with his erectly trembling young cock!

The rest was like a horror film… everything seemed suspended in time… In the distance, he heard screams… yells… threats… and curses… and only belatedly did he realize they were coming from him. Before him the two offending figures remained frozen on the bed, staring, cowering… crying too… and as he raced from the room, he brushed past the small form of his daughter and screamed again, not even able to look at her… he retained an image of her shocked young features as he dashed into his room. Instantly, he began to pack his clothes in the old suitcase he hadn't used in years. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he had to get out of there… fast!

***

The following day it was cold and cloudy. There had been snow forecast for the early November weekend, and Dorothy remained indoors, spending most of the day in the bedroom that Art had so prettily furnished for her. She looked mournfully out the window wondering just where her new husband had gone… and if he ever would return. Outside she heard occasional noises, and she knew that Joe and Lee were in the house too, and she wondered just how they are taking their father's violently abrupt departure. Last night, she remembered that after Art had slammed out the door, no one had spoken to anyone. Lee had gone quietly into her bedroom and just shut the door, and after putting her peignoir back on Dorothy had left her son, to go to her room. She hadn't slept much for wondering and worrying. After all the past unhappiness she'd had it seemed as if she were destined to bring more upon herself. How could she have been so foolish?! She had jeopardized everything, her new marriage, a completely new life with wonderful children… the reconciliation with her son… everything… because of her body's strange, incestuous lusts! She did not understand why she couldn't reject the wild impulses that she felt, why her mind could not return to normal instead always back to the lewd things that had already taken place… but something had been undermined inside her, and she knew that she ought to think it was wrong and in fact now, in the clear light of day it, what at the time seemed so natural, now seemed so wicked and wrong.

Shortly after 1:00 P.M. she noticed that several envelopes had been slipped under the door, and rising from her bed where she had been trying to read a book she saw that it was the mail. On top lay a printed note that said: LUNCH WILL BE SERVED AT 2:00 P.M. – LOVE JOE AND LEE.

She smiled and clutched the note to her heart, how sweet she thought… sadly… I only hope that all of our lives aren't ruined by what happened last night! She took the mail back to the bed with her and began to absent-mindedly leaf through it. It was mostly advertisements and a telephone bill, suddenly a familiar handwriting made her tear open a rather unimpressive envelope. It was addressed to her… using her old married name Rodgers, and even as she unfolded the thin sheet of paper, her heart had already begun to pound fearfully.

Dear Dorothy,

Just a note to greet you on your wedding morning! Hope you enjoyed last night's screwing, as I recalled lots of good times spent in the hay with you… Not enough to make up for what you and Art and those brats have done to me, however, and believe me I won't forget! that you get hungry for some good cock and you know where you can find it… Or maybe I'll find you! As far as I'm concerned… Mexican divorce or no… you're still my wife!

Your loving husband,

NICK

Dorothy shuddered and burst into tears, throwing the letter away from her onto the floor. Oh God, she thought, what a disgusting man! The worst part was that she knew that she wouldn't even have minded the horrible note so much if only Art had been there when it happened! If only last night had never happened! She was still sobbing some moments later when she heard a soft rapping at the bedroom door. Quickly she wiped away her tears with a wad of Kleenex and tried to do something about her face. "Just a moment," she called, and then she ran into the bathroom and splashed first some cold water on her face and then skin tonifier that she always wore. Finally, she thought the results were all right, she threw on one of her floor-length lounging gowns and returned to the bedroom.

"Come in," she called nervously.

The door opened and two fresh smiling faces peeked in. Joe and Lee looked the epitome of freshly scrubbed teenage youth, dressed in Levi's and matching striped T-shirts. Dorothy was surprised to see how cheerful they were after the previous night's events, and told them so as they spread out what they called a "picnic brunch" on a clean table-cloth laid out on her bedroom floor.

Lee smiled at her Aunt, and explained, "Well," she started, her hazel brown eyes sparkling mischievously, "We were pretty depressed this morning but then we figured… well, Daddy's got to come back to go to work Monday… the construction company can't do without him since he is the foreman and they just started this new building on Market Street."

"Well aside from that," Joe said, his eyes clearly expressed admiration of the way his newly discovered mother looked, "Aside from that we figured he's got to get over everything sooner or later!"

Dorothy blushed and looked down at the floor. They were all sitting around the picnic spread now. "Yes," she said hastily, "I only hope you're right… I only hope…"

Joe's hands smoothed over hers where it lay on the floor. "Of course it will be all right… you'll see… we've always been right before, haven't we?!"

Lee laughed and began to butter herself a hot croissant. The electric percolator had been detached and was filled with hot coffee, which Joe began to pour. Marmalade and fresh orange juice and several kinds of cheese with bread temptingly was spread before them.

"Daddy bought all of these things for your wedding breakfast…" Lee said, "No use letting them go to waste!"

Dorothy felt her heart going out to her darling Art who was probably at this very moment in some hotel going through all kinds of torment! The poor darling. But as the late brunch progressed, Dorothy began to feel a little better… after all she was in the company of her son and her niece, and they were doing their utmost to cheer her… in spite of the lurking fear in her mind caused by Nick's nasty letter, she finally allowed herself to relax a bit. After all, she thought, I'm the adult here… I must keep up the children's morale if nothing else… were all in this thing together! When Joe left the room for a few moments, and returned carrying a Bloody Mary for her, she took it and drank it gratefully. It tasted so good… going down it seemed to be just what she needed. When she had finished, Joe quickly surmised that she would like another, and went to get her one. While he was gone, Lee smiled at her: "Feeling a little better?" she asked her Aunt Dot.

"Why yes Lee… I'm feeling much better," Dorothy replied, leaning back against the pillow that was propped against the bed. She had felt a little silly sitting on the floor of the bedroom at first, but now it seemed completely natural… and for a few moments she allowed herself the fantasy of pretending that she was as young as the children. When Joe returned with her drink and she began to sip it, she began to slip into a mellow mood, prompted by the strong alcohol content of the drink. Joe had used very little tomato juice almost filling each glass with vodka before adding the red powdery liquid. Beneath her lounging gown her nude body felt like light-weight and soft… she adjusted herself so that she would be more comfortable and finally she was half sitting, half lying on the bedroom rug, propped against her pillows. It was a pleasant feeling, like floating. The voices of the children reached her ears from what seemed a great distance, and she let them drone on although she wasn't quite sure what she was saying. A third drink seemed to have come from nowhere, and gratefully she drank it. Her mind was delightfully clouded, masking the unpleasant thoughts that had so recently filtered into it. Everything would be all right, she told herself… everything will certainly turn out all right… despite the way things had looked earlier!

When the first kiss came, it startled her, both by its force and by its complete abandon. The shock that ran through her body was undeniable, and before she could even struggle mentally to cope with what was happening, there were more kisses… two young mouths seeking hers out evidently vying for the chance to have the longest and the deepest kiss… and then they were taking turns, one after the other, and she felt herself slipping backward until she was lying on her back on the floor. Her mouth was teased sensuously by two young tongues, as Joe and Lee explored the deep recesses of beyond her parted lips. She struggled upward, her arms flailing a bit. Choking out the words, "No… no…" when her mind finally caught up with what was happening. It was too much… she was thinking… no she couldn't allow it to happen again… She fought against the pleasure streaking through her body… the tingling that had already begun in her inner thighs… the looseness she felt in her lower belly… and she tried to right herself, tried to laugh to show them how silly it was. "We can't do this again children…" she tried to say to them, "not now… not after all that's happened…!!!" But the words came out slurred and not at all crisp and commanding the way she wanted, or the way they had formed in her brain… and as she moved to sit up, there were hands at her breasts and molding them, manipulating the tender flesh with definite hard touches. Her niece's sweet breath breathed into her face as she returned for yet another kiss and Aunt Dot felt herself melting… it was a little like drowning… It was all so wrong… so terribly wrong… and yet… Little Lee's lips tasted like strawberries on her mouth… and Joe's fingers were pulling down the zipper on the front of her gown… he was pulling back the soft brushed wool fabric and his mouth was searching for her nipples.

"Aaaaah!" she cried out, falling back. Joe's lips were fastened upon her left breast and he was sucking desperately at her, his face wagging a bit from side to side so that she would feel his soft young boy's cheeks upon the large mound of her silken breast. Automatically her own tongue began to respond to Lee's and a soft muttering rose to her burning ears as she let herself be carried away by what she knew was one of the most perverted desires in the world.

"Oh Mother… Mother, Mother…" Joe murmured into her breasts, "Oh, Mother!"

She wanted him… wanted him again inside her… there was no doubt of that! The fact that shattered everything inside her made her become some alien person… a woman who would do anything to satisfy her strange need.

Nervous perspiration broke out all over her body, and she felt her gown being peeled off. Through her lowered lids she could see the angelic face of her niece as she gazed down upon her nudity. She could see admiration on the little girl's face, and she felt for a moment, a wave of pride sweep over her. The air was cool over her exposed body, and she could tell that the children were examining her carefully. She could almost feel their eyes burning hotly into her tingling flesh. She knew that she ought to be ashamed, but oddly she wasn't. She wasn't ashamed or shocked or anything. She wanted them to make love to her, defying every moral standard she had been brought up by. She did not question their odd unity, the way they seemed to be working as a team to defeat her… she only wanted more of their attentions! A shiver of delight passed through her… caused by the sheer wantonness of what was going on. In some way she felt released from the world's restrictions. Why shouldn't she do what she really wanted to do!!

She watched with glazed eyes as her young son began to undress above her. She could not help noticing how beautiful his little body was… what a wonderful big strong man he was going to become. She blushed beneath his returning gaze… and saw that his eyes were directed toward the shimmering gold of her hair-lined vaginal slit. Hurriedly he ripped at his clothing, pulling his shirt and then his pants down quickly. As his shorts moved downward, Dorothy saw her son's fully erect penis bobbing up over the elastic band, and she felt a hot fire building inside her. When she turned a little, she could see that Lee too had taken off her clothes. The young girl's body was delightfully blonde all over, her pale adolescent flesh setting her light tresses off to advantages. Her pertly tipped breasts were cherry pink at the nipples, and Dorothy could see that they were already hard and stiff from longing. The child kneeled down beside her, and Dorothy rolled to the side a little. She shivered… how could she allow this little girl to do these things to her… wasn't she somehow at fault… even though the children seemed to know just what they were about! The idea flickered in her mind and then was rapidly erased when Lee's hands began to teasingly caress her belly. She looked up imploringly. Joe was kneeling on the other side of her. His hands joined his young cousin's as they created brief finger flurries on Dorothy's stomach. Dorothy sighed and closed her eyes. What could she do… what could she do after all!? The alcohol raced through her veins and she felt a throbbing at her temples. It was all so confusing! Then there were hands pushing between her thighs, forcing them open wide until she could feel the lips of her cunt parting, revealing the softness of the sensitive pink folds inside. She felt Lee moving downward, her breath trailing over her belly, and the next thing she knew her niece's face was thrust deep into the warm waiting vaginal lips down between her slackly open thighs.

"Ooooooooooh!" Dot cried out. "Oh my God!" But Joe had begun to kiss her mouth tenderly, and the odd wet sensation of her young niece's tongue between her thighs, flicking and worming lewdly around the hair-fringed edges of her cunt became a delectable sensation that made her head swim.

"Ooooooh OHH!!" she cried out. The thirteen year old girl's hot wet mouth slid back and forth against the soft sensitive flesh of her pussy, and Dorothy felt as though a torrent of lust had been released within her, making her forget who she was and most of all, who they were! Lee's mouth seemed insistent upon exploring every tiny area of her throbbing cunt, and Dorothy could feel the child's teeth gently nibbling at her already swollen labia, her tongue swiping hard flat strokes against her unbearably aroused clitoris. Dorothy's hips began to involuntarily grind up and down… and sideways a bit. She began to croon with delight. Joe held onto her breasts and began to let his own tongue wander from his mother's slender neck, down her throat to the full, firm protrusions of her breasts.

"OH I love you, Mother!" he whispered, "I love you!" The cherished words sunk into Dorothy's psyche, making her drift into a deeply satisfying semi-swoon.

"Oh, it feels good," she murmured, "… oh… it feels good!"

She was scarcely aware of being manipulated into another position… pillows were being thrust underneath her, but still the divine sucking between her legs did not stop. She groaned, and her entire body trembled, and she spread her legs further to allow her little niece greater access to her burning loins. Her eyes were closed tightly and all of her being concentrated on what was happening to her body. Then she felt an odd sensation of being smothered… opening her eyes with momentary alarm, she saw that Lee had twisted herself around and upside down so that she was straddling her aunt's face in the sixty-nine position. The young girl's soft thighs were parted wide and before Dorothy's startled eyes was the pink and gold aperture of her niece's tender young pussy! Before she could protest, it was lowered upon her face, and she found her mouth opening automatically to accept the offered present of the little girl's genitals. Lee rapidly resumed her voracious attack upon the soft tissues of her aunt's vulnerable cunt, sighing to herself as she felt the older woman respond in kind by beginning a gentle sucking upon her little wet pussy. She squirmed her behind a little, moving her small cuntal area over the accepting surface of Aunt Dot's face and mouth, groaning with delight as she felt her aunt's lips begin to suck harder and harder on her tiny pulsating clitoris.

"Mmmmmm…" she murmured into the older woman's trembling pussy. "Mmmmmmmmmmm!"

Helplessly, Dorothy's hair trimmed lips snuggled up against her niece's mouth. She began to rotate her hips around, hoping for still some deeper penetration than this delightful girl's tongue on her secret parts. As if in answer to her thoughts, she suddenly felt her legs being lifted and separated further and pillows were being positioned under her uplifted buttocks. Below her, beneath Lee's teasing mouth, her young son had kneeled down and was maneuvering to enter his young hardened cock into her wide open vagina. She groaned in anguish as she realized what was going to happen… It was all just too much!

"Oh God, please," she muttered up into her niece's tight little vagina, "I can't take much more… oooooooh oooooooh JOE… JOE!"

Her fourteen year old son's earnest face mirrored his inner turmoil as his slender young penis slid forward into the blonde cervix of his mother's cunt. There was plenty of room for him to fit in, even though his cousin Lee was busily lingering with her tongue at the top of Aunt Dot's now raging pussy. He pushed forward, into the upraised opening, his mother's entire lower half mounted upon the pillows beneath her buttocks tilting wondrously toward him, and because for the moment he couldn't see any more of her than this lewd view, he concentrated on the thought that that was all there was! A disembodied pussy of heavenly softness… waiting to receive his cock!

The tender lips of her vaginal mouth were straining open and closed in an odd rhythm corresponding to the little girl's sucking. Joe could hear the two women's moans, and could tell that they were both approaching climaxes. He hesitated for a second more and then pushed forward. At the same time Dorothy ground her crotch upward against Lee's face and Joe's erect penis slid harshly into the passion heated slit. She began to move desperately, like a wild woman, and Joe, on his knees, executed a series of short hard thrusts up into his mother's hungry clasping pussy. His groin smacked up against Lee's head, but in spite of her presence at the fleshy blonde cunt, Joe's prick was about to fit all the way in, deeper than he had ever been due to the assistance of the pillows. He felt his face getting red and the incredible sensations swept over him. "Mother…" he called out, "Oh Mother!" His cock slid in and out as the older woman undulated in obscene appreciation. Lubricating fluids slipped from her warm cavern sliding down along Lee's chin and throat and also along her son's hard straining young cock. Dorothy's hands reached upward encompassing her niece's delicate trembling body where it lay squirming in complete nudity upon her… she clutched the young girl's buttocks, separating them widely in a sudden inspiration, and quickly, as her lips sucked, pulled upon the rosy sweet labia that had been forced into her face, she sought out and found the girl's tiny puckered anus and gently, slowly slid her middle finger in. Lee jerked with the sudden pain of the unexpected entry and cried out. Joe, seeing what his mother was doing thought that his cock was going to spurt out forward right then and there but he grit his teeth and held on for a moment more. His own hands were cupping his mother's soft white fleshy buttocks, and without hesitation, he thrust his fingers into the moist valley between them. His fingers ran up and down the slender area until he located the small opening of her rectal passage. Pushing forward with a maniacal lunge that sent his cock ramming all the way up to crush against her convulsing cervix, Joe let his middle finger mimic hers, sliding it far into the warm, hotly clinging nether passage.

"Aaaaaaaaaagh…ooooooooh… yeeeeeeeeeeees do it do it do it toooooo meeeeeeee!" Dorothy pined, her entire body shaking and gyrating. Lee moaned into her aunt's pink and gold pussy, and reached forward to cup Joe's balls. She let her arms slide around his lunging thighs and slid her finger up from behind, taking the boy's testicles gently in her hands. As she felt the wild tingling of orgasm rising in her aching pussy, she squeezed her 14 year old cousin's testicles, milking them for their contents, as she smashed her cuntal lips against her aunt's wet tongue and teeth.

"Oooooooohhhhhhh… Cuuuuuummmmmmmmmminnnnnggg!" she groaned, "Cuuuuummmmmiiiiiiiiiing!"

"Metoo!" cried Joe, "Come on mama… come on!" He was fucking hard now, his finger wildly screwing in and out of the older woman's tiny puckered anus while she furiously did the same to little Lee's tender anal channel. Lee sucked up her aunt's thickly swollen genital tissues as though she wanted to swallow them whole, and Joe's groin smacked against her blonde disarrayed head, his penis beginning to climax right into his mother's hungrily pumping pussy.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh… oh children…" the muffled sounds emanated from Lee's shaking loins, as Dorothy let her orgasm overwhelm her. She could feel her son's semen pouring against her womb, long hot spurts, sliding about in the slick well fucked passage of her pussy. The thick head of his cock grazed against her cervix, and battered the walls of her cunt. She could feel it so well in there… so clearly… her darling boy's cock! Her clitoris gave a jerk against Lee's circling tongue and she gave herself up to them. It all combined in a gigantic overpowering motion, and she felt as though she had been caught up in an earthquake. From Joe's finger deep in her rectum to his hard cock in her desperately nibbling cunt, from Lee's tongue on her already sore and throbbing vulva. To the sensuous feel of the little girl's pussy in her face, her tight little buttocks trembling as Dorothy dipped her own middle finger into her confining back passage.

"Oh… ooh fuck it fuck it fuck it!" she cried lewdly, already soaring up into her climax, flying way past them all, caught up in the mainstream of its enormous force. It was wonderful… worth any kind of mental torment she might feel afterward… she was free and floating, alive… and total… Somehow alive!

With tremulous vibrating bodies, the family trio completed their first lustful venture since Art's precipitous departure, and much later, as night came on and the room grew darker, it occurred to all of them at somewhat different times, that it was really about the ideal way to console themselves for the confusion and pain they felt about his sudden leaving.

CHAPTER FIVE

Sunday morning Dot woke at about 10:00 A.M. to find herself alone in her bed. The room still showed signs of the shameful pleasures she had allowed herself the day before, and she shivered a little as she recalled that they had lasted far into the night, she and the children exchanging sweet caresses until they could no longer keep their eyes open. She sat up and looked down at her nakedness, as though she were unable to believe that her own body had indulged so willingly in such things. She groaned as she felt the same old guilt returning… the uncertainty about what was to become of them all! Her body's indulgence had helped her forget so many horrid things… Art for example, and the awful letter from Nick… and now both problems returned to her with full force. She rose hurriedly as though by hurrying she could make up for lost time, and went into the bathroom to take a, shower. The water felt good pelting against her pink flushed breasts and belly, and it allowed her the fantasy of thinking that she was being restored to some kind of purity. Clean and refreshed as she stepped out of the stall, it was hard to believe that she had been so sensuously sweaty, so filled with pungent odors of lovemaking, only a few hours before.

She dressed as hopefully as she possibly could. After all, she thought, there was no sense going to pieces… that would solve nothing… She would have to try to hold onto herself… no matter how hard that was! A yellow dress of the new midi length cheered her. Beneath, she put on a pair of boots that Art had insisted she buy. She had never really seen herself in quite that light, she'd told him, but he had insisted, and now the dark mahogany colored leather shone brightly as she laced them up her shapely calves. They looked good with the dress, she decided, brushing her blond hair, and trying to ignore the slight trembling of her lips… and besides, it was nice to know that should Art return suddenly, she would be dressed in a way that she knew was pleasing to him. When finally she was ready, Dorothy grabbed up her shoulder bag and left the bedroom… for the first time in two days! She realized as she stepped into the hallway. The house was silent, and Dorothy realized that she hadn't heard a sound from Joe or Lee. Investigating, she discovered that they were nowhere in the house, and finally in the kitchen she found a note. Joe had gone to football practice, and Lee had gone to the Girl Scout meeting. They signed the hastily written note with xxx's for kisses and Dorothy smiled to herself, realizing just once more how young they were. They were just children! No matter how difficult it was to believe at times!

As she sat over orange juice and coffee, Dorothy realized that she was all dressed up, but she had no idea of where she was going or what she was going to do! With a frown she tried to organize her thoughts. She thought for a second of getting a pencil and paper and trying to work everything out, but then she decided that if she couldn't do it in her head, she probably couldn't do it at all!

First of all, she thought… she knew that she must not under any circumstances let another incident like yesterday happen. She would talk to the children… reason with them… explain that it was bad for them… bad for all of them! The thought of this cheered her, and Dorothy began to feel somewhat stronger, as though she had already taken matters in hand.

Secondly, she thought, she had to find Art. She got up and found the phone book and brought it back to the table. Then she marked out all the hotels that she thought he might have gone to. There were so many! But she decided she would call them all anyway. She knew if she could just find Art, just talk to him, she could make matters better… Lee had told her during the night of his reaction to their lovemaking, and Dorothy figured that with the evidence of their combined guilt not just hers, they could somehow manage to work things out between them. Of course, nothing like that would ever happen again… and if the children could survive it healthily, why then couldn't they? It seemed reasonable enough, she thought, clutching at straws in her desperation. With great effort, she managed to prevent from biting her nails, (a habit that had always plagued her as a girl) as she began to dial hotels at the hall phone.

Forty-five minutes later she gave up. It was just too frustrating and after having called some 25 numbers, her fingers were tired. After debating for a few more moments what to do, she decided to go out for a long walk! She had been hoping to have the reassurance of speaking to her new husband that day, but as she briskly strolled the suburban streets of Philadelphia, she realized that it was quite likely she would not hear from him at all for quite a while. She was slightly optimistic about the idea of calling him at work… or if worse came to worse going down to the construction site where he was foreman, if he didn't return that evening. As she walked along, she couldn't help thinking that he would know just how to cope with Nick's disturbing note… whereas she felt completely helpless and frightened about the whole thing.

It was hard not to notice the reassuringly flattering glances of men and women she passed in the street though, and shortly she began to feel a little more self-confident. Her looks were definitely pleasing, that much was clear, and nothing bolstered her morale more than this knowledge. Surely, everything would turn out all right, if she could keep on looking beautiful… somehow maintaining a level head in the midst of chaos. Her stride was firm and her hips swung provocatively by the time she reached downtown Philadelphia. After lunching, she walked out into the dusk and hailed a cab, directing the driver to take her home. She was exhausted, but as so often happened when she spent a day alone, she felt more able to cope with the many problems she had.

***

Dorothy had had her firm chat with the children at dinner that evening. They had listened politely enough, sometimes exchanging glances between them that she found somewhat disturbing, however. But when she had finished, they seemed to agree with her. They would do nothing else to disturb her, they assured her meekly, but she couldn't help blushing when young Joe looked at her boldly and insisted that no matter what happened in the future, he would never forget the "things" they had already done!

Dorothy was pleased by the children's compliments for her tuna casserole, the first dinner she had ever prepared for them as their new mother, and by the time they all went to their separate bedrooms, Dorothy felt as though she had accomplished something, even though Art hadn't yet returned.

She fell asleep almost immediately, and her dreams began right away. They were pleasant dreams, and she fell smoothly deeper into her sleep.

***

Nick had been thinking all afternoon about the information he'd received from a friend. Art had been seen boarding a bus for New York, Saturday morning the day after the wedding! It gave rise to all sorts of interesting thoughts as he rumbled about the large empty house which he had once shared with Dorothy. The house was up for sale, but until he found a buyer, he decided to remain there, for although Nick Rogers made a comfortable amount of money as head of the largest real estate firm in the area, he was notoriously tight fisted and always measured very carefully the values he received for the money he put out. In fact, one of the things that disturbed him most of all in addition to the natural humiliation of his wife's leaving him for Art, was the fact that he considered those years of marriage to her a complete financial loss. It irked him every time he thought of it.

Late in the day, still brooding about his bad fortune, he left the house and meandered over to the bar of the hotel. The bartender there knew him very well, and before he was even seated in the expensively decorated lounge, he had almost completed making the special boilermakers that Nick liked to drink on weekends. He found that drinking potent combinations of double Beefeaters gin and bitters, followed by a Heineken's ale saved him a lot of bother in his desire to reach a swift state of blissful intoxication. As he downed the first one, he congratulated Tony, the bartender, with a wink and a triumphant circle made from thumb and forefinger, then he leaned back and set about deciding just what he was going to do to get even with that little bitch Dorothy.

Nick was just beginning to get a germ of an idea when Don Smathers, a former drinking friend of his, whom he'd had a falling out with several months ago entered the bar. Nick viewed him hazily through the dimming effect of his second boilermaker and then suddenly cheered, by the recognition, he hailed him over to his, table, knowing that the younger man would be willing enough to let bygones be bygones, especially since Nick's good favor usually meant some kind of financial gain to many of the businessmen in town, Don proved more than interested in renewing the friendship as he sat down. He was already two sheets to the wind himself, and he knew that Nick was good company at such times… never a dull moment. He also pleasantly remembered Rosalie, Nick's mistress and how the older man had once generously offered the voluptuous female to him for a night's debauchery. Nick too had been present, but had soon fallen off to sleep, leaving Don with the pleasant task of keeping the young girl company for the duration of the evening. Perhaps, he thought, as he lifted his martini in a friendly toast… perhaps the same thing could happen tonight if he played his cards right. His large meaty penis rose expectantly within his trousers at the thought of Rosalie's dark nipples, the black silky curls of her groin, and the way she would groan aloud her passion once aroused.

It didn't take much to turn the conversation to women, since Nick had quite a few thoughts about them recently. "Treacherous… all of them…" he spouted. "Can't trust em… you take that wife of mine… taking up with her own brother-in-law… can you think of anything more perverse than that… why its… almost incest! Bet she had her eye on him even when her sister was alive! Going out all the time toward the end… acting like a cat in heat…"

Don listened patiently while Nick went on and on about Dorothy… He remembered having met her once, and found her so beautiful that he wondered briefly what she was doing with Nick Rogers… money probably, he concluded, but now he wasn't so sure. Nick hardly ever mentioned his wife when they'd been together, and Don knew that the older man was out whoring almost every night. There couldn't have been much left over for Dorothy, he surmised. Still, he wanted to get the conversation around to Rosalie, since as far as he was concerned it wasn't going to do him any good to hear the continuing adventures of Dorothy. Yet, as Nick went on, he became more and more vivid in his description of his ex-wife, even going so far as to depict her lewdly in the act of love. Don found himself listening politely at first, and then as his gray-haired crony became more and more precise, with great interest. He was feeling hornier than hell, and Nick's vivid description of Dorothy's body, her specific responses to certain things, etc., was getting a bit too much for him. He considered jerking off when he finally staggered into the men's room, but he decided not to for two reasons. For one, the men's attendant was standing outside waiting with towels in the event that he should want to wash his hands, and his presence embarrassed him. Secondly, he planned to propose to Nick that they get a couple of girls as soon as possible.

"Sure," Nick replied, after Don had made the suggestion. "I was just about to suggest it. I have just the one in mind too!"

Don's countenance cheered considerably as they left the bar, leaving behind a wad of crumpled bills for Tony. He was a bit disappointed that Rosalie's name hadn't been mentioned, but still he trusted Nick to know and lead him to someone at least equally well endowed.

Nick's black Cadillac pulled silently up to the curb. Looking around, Don saw that they were parked in front of a vacant lot in what appeared to be a quiet residential area. The two men sat in the car for a moment… Nick seemed to be thinking, mulling something over. Don saw him rub his crotch with a soft caressing gesture, and figured he must be thinking about what this girl, whoever she was, was going to do for him. The older man reached into the glove compartment and retrieving a gold-plated flask, offered Don a swig.

"To give you courage!" he said, chuckling.

Don downed the burning hot whiskey and felt its warmth racing through him. He was really ready for whatever was coming up, he thought. But still he waited in the car, taking his cue from Nick… after all it was his party!

Finally Nick seemed to be ready, and the two men got out of the car and began walking up the street toward a house that stood alone at the end of the block. It was about 1:00 A.M. and it was pitch-black, and Don could see that there wasn't a single light on in the windows. He was relieved that this didn't seem to bother Nick in the slightest, though, and soon they were right in front of the house.

Nick seemed to be making some calculations, and then he whispered to himself. "Yes… I think its right around there!" He started around the side of the house, and puzzled, but getting more and more excited about the whole thing, Don followed.

Nick reached the low bedroom window which he had correctly recalled as Art's bedroom. He had been in the house a couple of times… enough to know the layout of the modest ranch-style frame building. And now he caught his breath, marveling at the sheer audacity of what he was planning to do. First he tested the window, and luckily finding it unlocked, began to lift it slowly up. It went up all the way noiselessly, and Nick waited for a second to see if he could hear any reaction within. But there was nothing but Don's steady breathing behind him. Next, Nick parted the blinds, noticing with a mental snort of contempt that they were brand new, and inwardly speculating on Art's earning power. "No more silks and satins for Dot!" he thought, happily.

In the darkness, his eyes finally adjusted enough to see the form of his ex-wife where she slept deeply and peacefully on the big double bed. He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw that she was alone as he had hoped! He brought his back out from the window and whispered to Don. "You're in luck tonight my boy… just follow my lead and you'll have the fuck of your life! She may protest a bit at first… but that's the way she always is… that's the best part, in fact… so don't get spooked by that… right?" He winked at the younger man. "You know the kind," he added for good measure.

"Sure…" Don answered excitedly. Already he was trying to visualize the woman who lay within. He waited as Nick carefully maneuvered his large body through the window. For such a big man, he could move surprisingly gracefully, and soon he was standing, a trifle out of breath right inside Dorothy's bedroom. He turned and helped Don in behind him and soon the two of them were gazing contemplatively across at the sleeping female figure.

CHAPTER SIX

Dorothy turned over in her sleep. She was enjoying every moment of it, and it seemed that she could feel even though sleeping, that her body was getting the rest it needed. She sighed a bit, and flung her arms about to the side, lying flat on her back beneath the weight of the light blanket. She had thrown the covers back slightly and she was exposed to the waist, her blue nylon nightgown revealing through its thin gauze, the large curves of her voluptuously defined breasts.

When the hand first clamped over her mouth, she thought she was dreaming, and then she was suddenly wide awake and screaming. But there was no sound coming out… it was all in her throat. The hand held tight and in the darkness, she flailed out, trying desperately to rise and see who was there in the room with her. Then she felt herself being pushed steadily back down onto the bed, her arms were being pinned! Still she screamed, twisting, and turning, fighting, trying to kick upwards, bucking with her whole body. She was sure that this was the end. That she was about to be murdered right there in her bed. Her mind was a confused blur of horror, and she felt perspiration pouring from her pores. She was being handled roughly, and strangely she thought of the bruises that must even now be appearing on her delicate skin. She gulped and almost gagged as the hand pressed down on her mouth, and suddenly she ceased her struggling, afraid that she would suffocate then and there if she did not. She shivered slightly, her eyes now suddenly adjusting to the darkness. The man above her looked familiar… she had seen him somewhere before… but where???? And then as she lay trembling fearfully with baited breath, waiting for just what would happen next, her eyes pleading silently with the man: Don't kill me… do anything you want to me, just don't kill me! she thought.

Just then though, a voice growled from a slight distance away, and she realized that someone else was there… someone had hold of her legs!

"That's a good girl," Nick said, "I knew you'd be cooperative… you see I've brought a friend along to visit you… thought you might be lonely with Art away and all!"

Dorothy kicked out and managed to scream. She strained upward with all her might. The sound of her ex-husband's voice was enough to give her a kind of insane strength, and she almost managed to slip away from Don's crushing chest.

With alarm, Don had suddenly realized that the beautiful blonde woman was Dorothy, Nick's ex-wife. The shock made him want to get the hell out of there immediately, but something else made him stay. He pushed her back down, more gently now, but very firmly, remembering some of the things that Nick had said about his ex-wife earlier. He remembered what he'd said about her getting to like it after awhile… and besides that, he could feel those incredible big babies of her breasts smashing against his chest now as he held her down on the bed with all his weight. Besides, he thought to himself in an alcoholic daze, she was the man's wife… or had been anyway… what was the harm?

While these thoughts had been going through his head, Nick had been talking in what amounted to a low conversational tone to Dorothy, as though they had been sitting somewhere having tea.

Dorothy lay back, her eyes now tightly closed. She was completely helpless, she realized, and this maniac of a man was going to do what he liked with her… not only that, but he had brought a stranger along with him to help in his dirty deeds. She just couldn't stand the agony of it, and tried hard to fight back her mounting fear. Desperately she was trying to reason with herself. Oh God, she thought, let them get it over with as soon as possible!

"What nice soft thighs, Dot… I must say, you've always had the nicest thighs of any woman I've ever known!" Dorothy felt Nick's hands on her thighs, moving hideously about, slipping inward, pushing up her nightgown, exposing them totally to his lewd gaze. Within the soft vee of her legs her blonde pubic curls quivered softly beneath his fixed stare. She knew he was looking at her there even though she could not see him, and realized that rather than hurting her, his entire revenge against her might be sexual in nature. She wished that she could just disappear into the mattress, as she held her breath waiting with apprehension for his thick fingers she knew so well to begin probing the soft flesh of her body.

She didn't have long to wait, for Nick, bending over her lewdly, grinning down at her spread-eagle, naked loins jerked her legs wide open and began a lascivious stroking slowly around her thighs concentrating on the sensitive inner part, moving steadily, rotating with his fingers in small circles against the soft, silken flesh. Dorothy jerked, but it only served to press her closer to Don, who was delighted by each upward movement she made. Nick grinned as he realized what was happening. "Some tits, eh?" he growled to Don. "Wha'd I tell ya?" The alcohol odor of the two men's drinking filled the bedroom, and Dorothy felt nauseated. She thought she was going out of her mind. Her thighs were open wide now and the pink slit of her vagina appeared beneath the soft pillows of gold tufted hair, completely visible to her ex-husband's blood-shot eyes. She couldn't bear the thought of him touching her! Yet, his fingers made their way slowly but surely, suddenly beginning to tease and play at the tender parts of her vagina. He teased his middle finger lewdly around the small lips of her tight, rose colored cunt… then let it work it's way upward along the narrow throbbing pit until it reached her palpitating clitoris. There, Dorothy felt the hard little button jerk to involuntary attention. Nick concentrated there, continuing his flicking attentions at the very center of his ex-wife's titillated nerve endings. Meanwhile, he called up to Don, giving him the go-ahead. "Don't be shy…" he told him, "do what you like, you can unplug her mouth… she's not going to do any screaming… are you my dear? Wouldn't want to wake the kiddies would we?"

Don tentatively removed his hand from Dorothy's mouth, and for a split second, Dorothy was tempted to scream her lungs out. But she realized that it was true, she didn't want to give the kids any more mental problems than those she considered they already had… almost solely because of her too! What would happen if they should rush in and find her this way… Her attempts at any kind of normal life with them would be shattered! And still the lewdly searching finger teased at her clitoris, and in spite of herself her first sound was a groan. With alarm, she realized that Don, the man who she now vaguely remembered having come to the house once about a year ago before with Nick, was beginning a slow torturous massage of her breasts. She could hear Nick laughing at the end of the bed as her thighs began to tremble and her clitoris got harder and harder.

"Please… oh Nick, for the love of God, please don't! I… I can't stand… I can't stand it!" she cried in a desperately hoarse tone. But her pleading seemed to spur him on, and now his friend, Don's hands on her breasts were growing more insistent. Her nipples were getting harder beneath his fingers, and his palms rubbed hotly against the soft cushiony surface of the expansive globes, making them feel hot and fiery.

"Ooooooh!" she groaned. "OH NO, please no."

Nick worked increasingly, his fingers enjoying the moistening crevice of his young ex-wife's wide-spread pussy. Every now and then he would brush against the thin curls of pubic hair on the outer surface, marveling at how fine they were, and exclaiming aloud over their golden color. His obscene words reached, Dot's ears, making her humiliation grow greater with each second that passed. It seemed as though it had been going on forever. She felt her revulsion for her ex-husband, and for the man who was playing so intensely with her breasts, growing to a feverous pitch. The indignity of their touches were unbelievable. Her flesh felt cold and disgusting as her most sensitive parts were subjected to their intimate scrutiny and examination. Yet, in spite of her horror at what was happening, in spite of the fact that she thought that she was to become a stark-raving lunatic at any second, she felt a slow tapering off of these intense feelings, felt them changing bit by bit, as her body was forced into unwanted pleasures. Hopelessly, she began to writhe beneath their lewd manipulations. With uncontrolled desperation, she felt tingles of evil desire streaking through her body. Her lewd torture was becoming worse than anything she could imagine, as small droplets of perspiration covered the downy surface of her half-clad body, and the sheets grew damp below her.

Don was looking down at her, an odd expression of longing on his face. His hands felt rough but wonderful on her big breasts. She moaned and turned her face a little to the side, ashamed of what she was feeling as tears of frustration brimmed over in her eyes. All her control was slipping away… and what was worse, it wasn't the first time it had happened. No, it had happened before… with Nick even. Her body was about to betray her again, even though she had sworn to herself not to let it. This sensuous young body of hers seemed to have a will of it's own, and it was ruling her life, making her respond to things she had no business responding to… such as the licentious violation of her loins now. She was being forced into a kind of lewd submission, as she began to groan helplessly beneath the teasings the two men were heaping upon her naked body.

She realized seconds after she had started doing it that her chest was unconsciously pushing up against Don, her hungry breasts deserting her still valiantly resisting thoughts and lewdly longing for more, as her white belly trembled and her thighs began to flex and unflex straining for more, waiting for the penetration of her now hungrily pulsating little pussy.

"Oooooooooh, God!" she gasped. "Ooooh… oh Nick, I beg of you… please! You're making me… oh Nick… it isn't fair… it… just isn't fair…!"

His only response was a lewd grin of triumph. He knew he had the little bitch right where he wanted her now.

"Are you ready to be fucked, honey?" he crooned finally. "Who do you want first… me or Don here?"

Don felt his cock bursting against his pants and longed to reach in and take it out. The idea that he soon might be fucking the living hell out of the prim former Mrs. Rogers was incredible, and judging from the feel of her delicious white breasts in his hands, and from the sounds she'd been making, he gauged that it would have to be some wild fuck!

"Nnooo nnnno!" Dorothy replied… but her body was screaming, yes as Nick's middle finger slid half-way up into the now seeping wetness of her naked vagina.

"Well, let's see… why don't you pull my friend Don's cock out for him… I think I can manage with mine!"

Dorothy cringed at the ugly words urging her to submit to a complete stranger but her ex-husband's thick middle finger surged upwards between her thighs pushing back the tiny rolls of tender inner flesh, prodding into the softness of her cunt. She felt several hot flashes sweep over her as the sudden desire to cum crept salaciously into her being.

"Ooooooooooh go on baby!" Nick urged lewdly, his finger executed a teasing turn within her heated pussy.

With the face-saving thought, that the sooner she acted, the sooner she would get it over with, Dorothy moaned, and hesitantly lifted her hand. Don positioned himself so that his loins were directly at her face, and by turning her head slightly to the side, Dorothy could make out the dull gleam of his fly's zipper. Her hand moved upward in bitter submission, and she was determined suddenly to go through with the whole thing without any further delay. That way perhaps she would be rid of Nick for once and for all! As her fingers fumbled with the zipper, she could feel the hardness of Don's erection through the rough fabric of his pants. She couldn't help shivering when she realized the size of it.

"Oh, yeah, honey," Don whispered down at her, "Don'll treat you good… Don'll treat you real nice! Pull his cock out!"

Dorothy closed her eyes and hurriedly undid the zipper, trying not to think about what she was doing… It was hard to concentrate on anything for very long with Nick's finger now worming around so excitedly inside her. He would bring it all the way out and then push real hard back in, twisting it, and raising her soft fleshy buttocks up off the bed with his thrust as he let it fairly slice through her warm wetly clenching vaginal channel.

"Pull it out!" Don ordered huskily down at her again, and she reached into his open pants and grasped the big rock-hard cock underneath. Finally the thick thing burst out into the air, almost slipping from her hand when the hard force of it sprung. Instantly, she felt Don's hand grabbing hers and forcing it to wrap about the almost obscenely warm rod as it bobbed lewdly before her.

"Why don't you lick his dick, Dot baby?" Nick crooned. "Just give it a couple of licks and then he can put it in!" As Dorothy hesitated, Nick grew impatient: "Come on hurry it up… you don't want him to cum in your hand?"

Spurred on, Dorothy's mouth opened slightly, her ex-husband's companion's hands reached down to her head, and he was holding her chin so that it was positioned perfectly. The smooth spongy cock brushed suddenly against her lips, and she felt sickened as she opened her eyes and down over her nose saw it thrusting forward into her ovaled lips. As it slid slowly into her mouth, she could feel it's enormity completely filling her oral cavern, and in spite of herself she realized that there was something masochistically satisfying about it. There was a slight salty taste as the thick pole of flesh exuded tiny drops of excited seminal fluid. She swallowed them hesitantly, and felt them trickling down her throat, leaving a pungent male taste behind. She was surprised and dismayed as she heard her ex-husband's friend groan above her, and felt his two hands locked tightly on her face, moving her head back and forth as he strained his giant cock into her helplessly contorted mouth. She felt her lips stretching to encompass it, and fought down the desperate feeling of choking, as he began to fervently fuck in and out of her lovely face.

Meanwhile, the entire lower portion of Dorothy's body had come squirmingly alive. Nick had become so excited by the lewd scene of the beautiful Dorothy willingly now sucking a perfect stranger's cock, that he had lifted out his own excited member, letting it bob tremulously beneath his grasp before climbing up between his ex-wife's thrashing thighs. Dorothy felt his hands crawling all over her naked body, her gown was torn down, so that Nick could reach the firm, full mounds of her breasts, and she closed her eyes once more, letting the inside of her mind grow blank again, letting her body take over. Nothing mattered anymore… it would be all over soon… It had to end some time! Her head bobbed lewdly as she worked her mouth at the thick cock, sucked hard, hoping that he would cum soon, cum right then into her oval shaped lips, just as she had felt the familiar rubbery head of her ex-husband's heavy veined cock prodding excitedly at her pussy. Her breasts quivered beneath his rough hands and her vagina shone wetly between her legs, throbbing openly, in anticipation now rather than repugnance of being entered. But Nick had other plans. He let his cock linger at the entrance of Dorothy's indulgently straining cunt, but would not let it go all the way in. Quickly he left the manipulation of her breasts to one hand and slipped his other beneath her firm rounded buttocks. His middle finger found the tight tiny crevice of her anus, and mumbling slightly as he remembered something, Nick wormed it in, letting it sink heavily into the tight rubbery nether ring.

Dorothy jumped forward. She too remembered suddenly, this entry was no pleasant thing, the way it had been such a few short hours before with the children… She remembered the night long ago when Nick had been so brutal and taken her there, and she knew with a withering certainty that that was exactly what he had in mind this time. The thought made her blood run cold and she gagged slightly around Don's still thrusting cock. She sucked in her breath around his rounded hardness as Nick's finger stirred with purpose within the narrow confines of her vainly resisting rectum, until she thought she would faint.

"Suck it baby… suck it off good!" she heard above her as she struggled to escape the dull pain in her anal passage. Then suddenly her mouth was empty… Don was withdrawing from her at the urging of a sign from Nick that she had not seen. Confused and dazed, she closed her gaping mouth and looked down. Nick was kneeling between her legs, and Don was getting onto the bed beside her. He had removed all his clothes, but Nick remained clothed in trousers and shirt, his cock rising obscenely out from his pants. With a horror that seemed even more terrible because Dorothy could picture herself from a distance, just lying there, letting them have their way with her… she watched as Don got on the other side of her and Nick twisted her about so that she was lying on her side. Lewdly, Nick's finger never left her rectum, and now, with a tremble, she closed her eyes once more, she felt Nick lift her leg up, as though showing off the secret mouth of her open vagina to his buddy.

"Ain't that some cunt? Blonde and sweet like honey!" Nick grunted.

Don looked hungrily at the soft naked slit between Dot's legs. "Can I fuck her now, Nick?"

"Sure…" Nick said. "Go on…! I'm busy back here!"

Without any further warning, Dorothy suddenly felt her blonde resilient pubic hair being parted by the head of a strange penis and being entered by the enormous battering ram of Don's cock. He lay facing her on his side, as she was, on the bed, and she was forced up against his hairy chest, as his cock slithered swiftly up into her open, defenseless cunt. He clasped her around the waist and his mouth automatically sought hers. She tried to turn away as she cried out from the pure joy of his penis filling her aching vagina.

"Oooooooh!" she moaned "… Ooooooh my… Godddd!"

"Like Don's big cock, baby… like it?… Can fuck your hot little pussy good!" he grunted into her mouth, his searching tongue slipping wetly in and out of her mouth. His cock was swollen and engorged from her sucking and now the wet clinging of the channel of her raging pussy around it only served to make it expand all the more.

Dorothy felt the bitter sweet sensation of unwanted desire. She couldn't help enjoying the large fleshy pole that forced her vagina into a state of moist, defensive response. For a few seconds she almost forgot entirely the teasing finger in her anus. But Nick had not forgotten as he saw Dorothy writhing in his drinking buddy's arms, the both of them lying on their sides on the bed and he was angered once more by what he considered her treacherous nature. He visualized her again in his brother-in-law's arms, even while he had been married to her… visualized her moaning the same way she was moaning now… the fucking adulterous little bitch!

Eyeing the smoothly gyrating surface of her buttocks, he couldn't help marveling at the gorgeous way his ex-wife was built. What an ass! He thought, a trifle wistfully, forgetting that, when Dorothy had been his, that he had neglected the very beauty that now seemed so exciting to him. Nick pawed at her buttocks roughly, removing his finger from her rectum with a slight hissing sound. With a little adjusting, he managed to fit his corpulent form directly behind Dorothy's, letting his lust-hardened cock rest up between the smooth, tightly clenching crevice that separated her cream white nether cheeks. He grunted with pleasure as Don's thrusts forward into Dorothy's steaming cunt, pushed her curvaceous body up against him, forcing the length of his cock deeper into the crevice of his ex-wife's soft yielding buttocks.

Dorothy was aware of his presence back there now, and she felt a mounting fear at what was going to happen, and yet still she couldn't relinquish the pleasurable sensations of the hardened cock fucking up into her heated vagina… the warmth of his body against her… his great strength as he entered her powerfully, each stroke making her grunt out her breath into his mouth locked tightly to hers. The moments passed and she would try to ignore the thought that anything terrible was going to happen, as the ever growing swell of desire overwhelmed her. But, a few instants later her buttocks were stretched wider apart and she felt the hard pulsating tip of her ex-husband's cock teasing against the tiny puckered mouth of her rectum.

"Oooooooh God, no Nick. Noooooo!" she groaned into Don's mouth!

But there was no respite and she felt the lips of her anus suddenly pop open and slip warmly over the smooth, rubbery head and involuntary suck it inside the tightly clenching walls of her back passage. Nick's thick hard cock pushed cruelly into the moist naked split of her behind, never pausing for a second on its journey as it sought to impress itself all the way up inside her tiny hairless anus. The relentlessly burrowing head split the small opening wide, stretching it beyond endurance, forcing and twisting as it made it's insistent entry.

Dorothy jerked forward in pain… it felt as if her bowels were being rent in two! The big thick pole that still churned in her vagina seemed to meet the unwanted elongated shaft that ground ceaselessly upward into her rectum. Inside somewhere, the two blunt edged rods of male flesh were rubbing against each other… separated at the base by only the thin partition of tight elastic flesh dividing her cunt and anal mouth. She groaned in anguish, holding on to Don's shoulders for dear life. She had never in her life felt anything remotely resembling this incredible dual ravishment. Her backside was ceaselessly being filled… she was impaled brutally from both sides, and there was no escape from the excruciating torture. She could feel her ex-husband's obscenely fat belly pressing into her back as he strained himself forward, hooking his cock ever forward and upward between her trembling white buttocks, and in front, the hairy base of Don's cock spread her small pink cuntal lips to their utmost width as his groin pressed persistently against the wide open split of her vulva. Both the delicate feminine openings down between her thighs were now being assaulted from the front and from the rear… her clitoris rubbed unmercifully against the curling pubic hairs of the near stranger in front of her… giant waves of pain vibrated through every fiber of her being as Nick's thick, rubbery staff ground deeper and deeper into her puckered anus, reaching the farther-most depths of her bowels with its probing bluntness.

She screamed and thought she would faint dead away… but Don's mouth covered hers, and his hands voraciously worked at her breasts, he was muttering obscenities that she was grateful that she couldn't hear, and as his tongue swirled in her mouth, she knew the odd sensation of having her every orifice violated, she was completely filled with hard male flesh!

"Hot damn, girl!" Nick grunted behind her… as he felt the strong pressure of her rectal muscles working furiously trying to expel his cock. "Do it girl… do it!" The harder her rectum tried to expel him, in its automatic way, the harder he surged upward into her. The feeling to his lust-swollen penis was incredible, and he gasped with sadistic pleasure, grinning widely to himself as he heard his former wife's low futile groans of pain. It was what she deserved… he thought in some dark corner of his brain… just what she deserved… to be defiled… fucked senseless by two good hard cocks! That pink and white angelic exterior of hers was nothing but a front anyway, inside she was just a rotten little whore like the rest of them… she was getting her just desserts!

With long smooth strokes he lunged the length of his rod in a punishing rhythm of debauchery, far into Dorothy's helplessly exposed back passage, while between the two men, Dot's body jerked and quivered as she was forced to listen to the sounds of pleasure emanating from her aroused ravishers. She felt anger beyond anything she had ever known… a violent desire to hurt them both… to get even for the pleasure she was unwillingly giving them. But there was nothing she could do about it… not one single thing! Her pain had become a blinding force inside her, and her helpless body felt like an indecent object… meant solely for the kind of hideous humiliation she was enduring right now. Never had she been so totally possessed… so completely devoid of will! She prayed that she would have the strength to endure it to the end… to emerge a semblance of her former self. It would have to end soon… it just had to… and she would work to do it!

With a superhuman effort, Dorothy ground her buttocks sensuously backward, right into the pain… meeting her ex-husbands ramming cock head-on. The hurt crashed around inside her for long moments, but then she pushed back again… and then again! She was desperately trying to make him cum… make it be over! Furiously, she squirmed her backside toward him as much as she could in an indecent, invitation for him to continue his lewd ravishment… for him to quicken his pace. But she had not reckoned with Don and with each hard backthrust she made with her body, her clinging vagina massaged his surging prick with unprecedented force.

"Oh shit, honey… shiiit!" he groaned, and suddenly he was bucking and churning, his giant cock slipping and sliding, impaling her hotly clasping pussy with new determination. He grunted and groaned and she knew that he was going to cream into her at any second. Unexpectedly, she felt a compelling force respond to Don's plunging prick. Deep in her cunt the spark grew and doubled itself. Frantically, she caught on to Don's hair, her head flung back, mouth open and gaping, eyes rolling back in their sockets. Nick plowed jerkily into her buttocks, as suddenly his friend's cock began to spurt thick hot jets of cum directly up against her enraged cervix. Her golden blonde hair flew from side to side as her head moved covering Nick's flushed face with its soft curls. She herself bucked and churned, from her lips words of obscene encouragement spewed forth.

"OAaaaaaaarrrrrrhghg!" she cried, and then "AAAaaaaaahhhhhhhgh!" again. "Oh yes… yeyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeees!" she hissed urgently. The two men, overwhelmed by her response, squeezed and fingered at Dorothy's tender, sweat-slickened flesh in the final convulsive states of their ruthless fucking of her helpless body between them. Four hands grappled with her trembling breasts at one point… then four hands pulled at her quaking buttocks. Her pussy was kneaded thirstily from behind with flickering fingers, as Nick slipped his hands between the oily sweating flesh of his ex-wife and his still cumming friend. Happily he jogged forward with one last mighty thrust, feeling her anal muscles contracting wildly around his cock. She was cumming back there too, for chrissakes! he thought to himself. "Hot bitch!" he cried into her ear, and with that, he released wave after wave of his hot thick cum deep into the burning channel of her bowels. His hairy balls smacked hard against the underside of her soft nether cheeks, and with a last jerking tremble, he pressed tight against her, feeling her rectum fill to the almost bursting point with the sticky white fluid of his orgasm.

Exhausted and delighted, he let himself fall back from her still shuddering form. His spent penis was instantly expelled from the depths of her backside, and lay lewdly in a half-erect state upon the soft swell of a white trembling buttocks. In front of her, Don flicked his cock one last time against the surface of Dorothy's womb, setting off another orgasm, minor compared to the one she'd just had, but sweet… just as sweet.

Her worn and used pussy seemed to swell with it, and her legs quivered tenderly up against Don's rock-hard thighs. Her backside felt raw and bruised, and oddly empty now that Nick's cock no longer penetrated her there. Something about the way it felt, made her vagina clasp hungrily against Don's now motionless prick. In seconds, she was working at it, one long trembling leg swinging up and around the big man's hips… Her mouth opened and her tongue flicked across his lips. Although he was still gasping for breath, he responded instantly, the pressure of her demanding pussy, nibbling so hungrily at his penis, irresistible to him.

"Hey… Nick," he called, before abandoning himself to her kiss, "I think she's gonna fuck again!" With that, he pulled her a little to the side so that there was room for her to lie flat on her back, and rising over her, his hard body surging between her widely spread thighs, Don ground his again hardened cock up into her with long, slow strokes that pinned her flailing body tightly down into the mattress. He looked over at Nick lying beside them for approval and with amusement noticed that the older man was momentarily asleep, one hand protectively cupped over his now shriveled penis.

He turned back to the former Mrs. Rogers, with renewed fervor, as Dorothy began a lewd rotation of her hips and buttocks, making the bed squeak and jerk wildly with her uncontrolled motions.

For Dorothy, there was no more reality, there was only the wildly glowing joy down between her crab-like positioned legs… the wondrous sensation and satisfaction of her now insatiably aroused body as the stranger her ex-husband had brought to her bed a few short minutes before, fucked gleefully, harder and harder into her hungrily nibbling pussy…

CHAPTER SEVEN

On Monday morning, Art called into work from New York. An emergency, he told them… they would have to do without him somehow for at least a week! His sister was seriously ill and he was needed. From his hotel room overlooking 42nd Street, Art hung up the phone feeling doubly guilty for having said his sister was sick. He was superstitious about such things, and he issued a silent prayer that his sister who, as far as he knew, was perfectly healthy and living in Buffalo, would remain that way. Groggily, he examined the newspapers he had had sent up… the unfamiliar New York papers annoyed him though, and soon he went back to the paperback novel he had bought in the bus station. Whenever he had been in any kind of trouble, ever since he'd been a kid, he'd often responded by reading… anything he could get his hands on would do… and now was no exception. Desperately forcing his mental turmoil to the back of his head, he read with continued interest about a young man from the mid-west, arriving in New York, staying in a hotel room, much the same as the one he was in right now. It kept his mind occupied, and he could, as long as the book lasted anyway, keep from thinking about what had happened in his house on his wedding night.

Two hours later though when he had finished the book, Art was forced to remember the vivid image of his young daughter's tiny, almost hairless pussy suspended over his raging hard-on… then, still worse than that, he would see Dorothy, his own sweet wife, getting herself fucked silly by her own son Joe! He really believed that they were all prey to some family strain of sexual insanity, and with this disturbing thought, he got dressed and went out to prowl the streets of New York, still uncertain about what to do about anything.

***

Rosalie sat on her sofa as Nick helped himself to the expensive assortment of liquor he'd made sure she had in her liquor cabinet. She watched his large form as he maneuvered the glasses and the ice and thought about the fact that no matter how expensive his suits were, he never looked quite right in them. He'd been going on and on in a jolly expansive-mood ever since he arrived, telling her in considerable detail about what he and his buddy Don had done to his ex-wife Dorothy. She tried to listen with a perfectly natural expression, but inwardly, she was appalled. She remembered Don well, though, and she mused, as Nick belted back another martini, still chuckling to himself over Dorothy. Rosalie only hoped that Dorothy had managed to get a few moments of genuine pleasure from Don, the way she herself had the night Nick had brought him over to "play" with her.

Rosalie took the frosty glass that Nick poured for her, and reclining back against the pink silk pillows in her brand new snake print lounging pajamas, she tried to think about something pleasant, like a movie she'd seen about Italy. She longed to go there one day… and with customary optimism, she told herself that one day she would, meanwhile, she could imagine what it would be like… the fountains, the handsome Italian men… It would be wonderful, she knew.

As Nick sat down beside her, she was annoyed to have her revery broken by Nick's pronouncement before he reached for her.

"Next on the agenda is that little thirteen year old bitch Lee… that'll be harder… but worth the effort!"

***

Lee tip-toed into her Aunt Dot's room before leaving for school on Monday morning. She wanted to ask her if she'd like a cup of coffee. But she saw that Dorothy was sleeping so soundly that she decided not to awaken her. Evidently, she had had a restless evening, the young girl surmised, tossing and turning, judging from the way the bed looked! Poor Aunt Dot needed her sleep, she thought, as she closed the door. She herself had slept very well. After a short conference with Joe about their future plans, they had indulged in a brief, but thoroughly satisfying love-making, trying out a new position for them in which Joe sat on a chair while his 13 year old cousin sat upon his young virile penis. She remembered it now with pleasure as she caught up with him at the front door and the two of them headed toward the bus stop where they caught the bus together for school. They had decided to go along with Aunt Dot's request that they be like a normal family from now on. For the moment at least that was fine with them… they still had each other at least. But Joe and Lee knew deep down that one day in the not distant future Aunt Dot would come around to their way of thinking again… and Daddy too, if they were lucky!

"See you later, Aunt Dot," Lee called.

Dorothy looked up from the television set, her pretty features a little more drawn than usual. It had been three days now, and they had heard nothing from Art… not a word. In spite of the children's optimism about his return, she couldn't help worrying… and in addition, she had the added burden of her clandestine rape by her ex-husband and his friend, if you could call it that… a few nights before. She felt desperately alone and vulnerable. It was disturbing to realize that she could so wantonly respond to such a brutal and terrifying an act as the one Nick had perpetrated. But she struggled valiantly to keep it from the kids… she only wished that Art would come back… somehow it seemed as though everything would be all right, if only he were there to protect her from herself!

"Where are you going, Lee?" she asked absent-mindedly.

"Scout meeting…" Lee replied, adjusting her uniform in front of the hall mirror.

"Well… do you want to be picked up after?" Dorothy asked, noting that it was already dark outside.

"Naw… I'll walk… and maybe I'll stop by Ginger's house if that's OK."

"Why certainly, that's fine…" Dorothy said, cheering a little. She wanted to encourage Lee to be with little friends her own age… that way perhaps she could forget the precocious ways she had somehow fallen into. "Yes, that seems very nice…" she repeated.

"Okay…" Lee called, slipping out the door, "see you!" Dorothy turned back to the T.V. with a sigh.

***

Nick waited until he saw all the little girls leaving the Girl Scout meeting, and then he watched with great interest from his car as Lee and another girl separated from the group and walked along together. A few moments later, he was pleased to see that the other little girl turned the corner, and Lee continued walking alone in the direction of home. Gleefully, he started the car and slowly rolled down the street after her. At Rosalie's earlier, he had had three of his special boilermakers… and he was feeling no pain. He had seen from the newspaper clipping about the scout meeting, and just where and when they were held, and he'd been prepared to wait outside of many of them before getting a chance to see Lee. But it looked like he was in luck the first night! All he wanted to do was caress her a little, he told himself… he wouldn't do anything to hurt her… that would be dangerous. But he knew that once he got her alone he would get her to admit that she had deliberately trapped him into the little scene they'd had a few months ago just before her father came crashing through the door.

With a sudden burst of speed he pulled up directly in front of her… opening the door swiftly, he blocked off the sidewalk before her, and before she could even scream, he gathered her bodily into the car.

"Hi, honey!" he said breathlessly… working his way back behind the wheel…

"Uncle Nick!" Lee cried. "What on earth are you doing? Do you think you're in a gangster movie or something?" Lee's mind was working quickly. She was terrified, but she knew instinctively that it would be better to play it cool… Her uncle had already started up the car so fast that there was no way to jump out without being seriously hurt. Cautiously she glanced at him and saw that he had been drinking. Her heart pounded as she saw that they were headed away from her house, out toward where he and Aunt Dot used to lived. Valiantly, she told herself that she had gotten around Uncle Nick before by using her wits, and that she would hopefully be able to do it again. The last time, she had set about to deliberately seduce him when she knew that Daddy was coming home, just to precipitate Daddy's marrying Aunt Dot. But then, she and Joe had thought the whole thing out carefully. This time, she realized, she was at a decided disadvantage, and obviously Uncle Nick was the one who had been doing the thinking.

She tried not to show her fear though, realizing that that was just what Uncle Nick wanted, and when they pulled into the spacious driveway leading up to the big house, she suppressed a shiver of terror. The house was white and colonial in style, and quite cheerful during the day, but at night, without a single light on inside, and under the circumstances she found herself in, it looked distinctly ominous to young Lee. She hugged her short wool coat around her Girl Scout uniform, and wished with all her might that she hadn't gone to the meeting that night!

Nick pulled to a screeching halt in the garage after the automatic eye door opened to admit the Cadillac. The lights went on in the garage automatically too, and Lee looked around her with dismay. Chuckling, Nick got out of the car, and walked around to open the door for her. As Lee stepped out, she couldn't help smelling the alcohol odor that surrounded Uncle Nick, and noticing that he was looking at her in a mad, deranged way. Her skirt rode up as she swung her legs around to get out, and she hastily tried to cover up the small expanse of her skin that had been hungrily seized upon by her Uncle Nick's blood-shot eyes. The door slammed behind her, and Nick took her arm, gently but with a firmness that she could sense beneath the light touch. He steered her toward the door inside the garage, that led into the house, and soon, Lee found herself in the big living-room of the Rogers mansion.

"Well, here we are little girl!" Nick said, throwing his arms out and indicating the huge chandeliered room. His eyes twinkled a little as he carefully scrutinized the frightened 13 year old girl before him. If anything, she looked smaller than ever, and he wondered again whether or not she had been capable of plotting to undermine his marriage to Dorothy. Lee returned his stare, with the most innocent look she could muster, inquiring in a small voice, "Do you live here all alone now, Uncle Nick?"

"For the moment… that is until I sell the joint!" Nick replied, coming to life again… He needed another drink. "I… uh, just wanted to talk to you sweetie," he added, feeling that some kind of explanation was in order. "Talk to you in private, that is…"

"Yes…?" Lee asked, "What about?"

Nick was over at the bar now, a little bit amazed at what he had done… he had done it so suddenly… so easily, and now the girl was actually here in his living-room. There was a big difference between thinking about it and doing it, and he was a little frightened by his own audacity.

"Want a Coke… or something?" he asked.

"No, thanks, Uncle Nicky… but don't you think you ought to call Aunt Dot so she won't worry about where I am?"

Lee saw immediately that she had made a big mistake in mentioning Dorothy. Nick's face seemed to change completely before her eyes as the words sunk in, and once more he realized that Dorothy was now another man's wife… and largely due to the manipulating of this innocent looking but conniving little girl in front of him probably!

He remained silent, pouring himself a glass of gin and hurriedly drinking half of it while Lee watched. "Yes," he finally said, motioning her to the sofa, "we'll call her in a little while… but first… first… I want to talk about the last time you and I saw each other!"

Lee saw a glint of licentiousness enter Uncle Nick's eyes, and she trembled as she sat as far away from him as she could on the large tufted sofa. It was impossible for her not to remember how unpleasant it had been when Uncle Nick had touched her naked body. Even though she had had experiences before, nothing she had encountered before had been as distinctly disgusting as Uncle Nick's fingers playing around under her panties. She recalled his thick purplish cock and the way he had made her take it in her mouth… With a shudder, she realized that he must be thinking of the same thing now.

"Why don't we go upstairs…" Uncle Nick said almost absent-mindedly. "We can be more comfortable there." His hand brushed the front of his fly as he moved brusquely toward her, and Lee cringed backwards too frightened to MOVE!

***

Art arrived at the house late in the evening. He didn't quite know what to expect when he got there, but he knew that anything was better than enforced estrangement he had known in New York. It was certainly the loneliest city in the world as far as he was concerned, and his being there had done nothing to clear his mind. The only thing he could think of was that a headshrinker would be the next step for him… and the children too maybe, he just wasn't sure. He would have to play it by ear. Dead tired from the long uncomfortable bus trip down the turnpike, he slipped his key into the lock. The house was in a complete state of turmoil.

In tears, Dorothy threw herself at him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck… She was crying and sobbing and near hysterics, and he couldn't make head or tails of what she was saying. Joe stood a short distance away, his normally ruddy features pale with anguish.

"It's Lee, Dad…" he said finally, bringing some sense to the whole scene. "She's missing!"

"Missing!!!" Art cried, "What do you mean missing?"

Dorothy managed to calm down somewhat and she filled Art in on Lee's scout meeting, and the fact that they had finally called her girlfriend's house, only to find that she had never gone there at all. They were on the verge of calling the police when Art arrived. Art sat down a second trying to assimilate the various bits of information that he'd been given. He looked at Dorothy who in spite of her disheveled state was still the best looking woman he'd ever seen. He realized that no matter what happened… he was desperately in love with her… and now with this new crisis, he needed her more than ever.

"Yes, the police…" he said dreamlike, "we'll have to call them!"

He stood and went toward the telephone, but just as he arrived there, and was trying to recall the special emergency number, the phone rang, nearly scaring him out of his wits.

He picked it up, half afraid of who would be on the other end, but hoping against hope that it would be Lee calling with some simple story of explanation.

A hesitant female voice came through the receiver: "Hello… is this little Lee's house?" she asked in a low voice.

"Yes, yes!" Art replied… "Do you know where she is?"

On the other end, Rosalie took a deep breath… so it was true, Nick had picked up the little girl after her meeting, just as he said he would before leaving her apartment. She had thought at first that he was just going on the way he usually did, but after he left, she became more and more alarmed at the possibility that Nick would actually harm the child in some drunken extreme of his. She knew the state he was in when he stumbled out of her building!

As the pause lengthened, Art began to scream into the phone: "Who is this… speak up… will you…? This is an emergency… if you know anything…"

"You don't know me…" Rosalie interrupted, "But I know you'd better get over to Nick Rogers' house right away…" she paused briefly, "And take the police!" she added, knowing that she was going to irrevocably change her own life by this one phone call, but no longer really cared. She was tired, and it would be good to never have to look at Nick Rogers again.

Art heard the click of the receiver at the other end, and realized that the woman had hung up. But now he knew he had to act quickly, and he swiftly dialed the police.

A few minutes later, at Dorothy's instructions, Lt. Jamison entered the locked Rogers house through the side entrance where there was always a key under the mat. He had insisted that the others remain outside the house while he went in. He was protected by the special warrant for entry, the department used in such cases, and besides, he didn't want the rest of them bungling around, especially if there might be some shooting involved.

He found the stairs easily, and started up them… there was a light on somewhere up ahead, and he followed it. As he drew closer he could already hear strange noises, and he realized that he was breaking out into a cold sweat as he moved silently along.

Further down the hall, Lee was tied to a big four poster bed, spread-eagled legs and arms tied to the corner posts, so that the moist glistening furrow of her tiny pussy was revealed. The soft, sparsely hair covered lips were wide spread and clearly visible… beneath nestled the shiny half-moons of her creamy young buttocks. Her face was a mask of something between fear and curiosity as she stared at something across the room. Then there was a low growl, and Nick Rogers' usually penned-up German shepherd moved forward at his master's urging. He had been in the kennel for far too long, and this new freedom was overtly exciting to him. That, plus the strong female odor that wafted through his nostrils… the sensual smell that came from the bed. Nick chuckled in his strange delirium as he saw Lee's eyes widen from the sight. The enormous dog panted over her, and then sniffed appreciatively between her forced apart legs.

Nothing Lee had been able to do had appeased Uncle Nick in his desire to revenge himself. She had watched him go into a complete state of madness, where no amount of pleading could make him let her go. Not content with merely attacking her sexually… that would come later… he told her, as he tied her up… his perverted mind had gone a step further and he'd thought of "Hero" out in the kennel. She had waited with growing alarm while he'd gone down to get the animal, and then had heard the soft padding of canine footsteps approaching the door, when Uncle Nick returned with him. And now the cold nuzzle of the dog's sniffing nose slid about in the warm opening of her sensitive little pussy. She tensed as much as possible trying with all her might to pull against the strong cords that held her legs wide apart… but all it seemed to do was increase the dog's excited nuzzling in her exposed young genitals. The thought of it being done to her by this huge animal while Uncle Nick watched almost sent her out of her mind, and little shivers of revulsion ran through her naked body.

"Please… Uncle Nick… Please…" she pleaded tensely, trying to control herself before she went completely to pieces. But the dog was now snaking his tongue in and out, and it licked wetly up and down her quivering little pussy, making her hair stand on end with the strange wet sensation. She squirmed her buttocks down, pressing deeper into the mattress trying to get away from the flickering tongue. But it slithered about and teased along the most sensitive portion of her open cunt, rubbing hard back and forth in a steady slurping, the sound of which alone was horrid. She gasped and shuddered and moaned in terror, but the dog continued his greedy exploration of her young secret genitals. Behind him, Nick chuckled and held onto his raging cock. He slipped the thick foreskin back and forth over the huge hardened head, and tugged it forward lewdly. "Fuck her, Hero…!" he cried impatiently. "Fuck her snooty little snatch!"

He moved forward, realizing that the animal would have to have help… and as Lee began groaning helplessly, he lay the lust-incited animal upon her, and helped it get to his haunches between her spread legs. The animal's paws pressed into Lee's tender skin, but worse than that, she could feel it begin a shuffling kind of lunging up against her… and down between her legs something hot and hard was poking at her cunt. The animal's thick fur covered her, his head reached just below her face and she desperately held her chin up to avoid being licked in the face as the animal continued his excited humping between her legs. Her mindless, blind groans and pleas to Uncle Nick echoed fiercely in her own ears as she felt the first tiny penetration of Hero's glistening scarlet penis. The thick shaft was actually slithering up into her tiny cunthole, guided by Uncle Nick's presence, and the animal seemed to be in ecstasy. Everything grew hazy around her as she felt it rising higher up into her trembling little belly and the weight of the dog grew heavier upon her small naked body… her little cunt was being spread, and stretched, but it was not as painful as she expected and strangely, tiny butterflies began a small tickling dance down between her open thighs. Her hips ground slowly, submissively upward, until the strain of it all became too much and she fainted dead away…

When he hurriedly approached the sounds of the groans and pants, and peered inside the open door, Lt. Jamison realized that, as he drew his gun, he had never in his entire life witnessed such a lewd, lust-inciting spectacle.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Lee lay upon the bed in her room. Her mental wounds were healing nicely, and she listened with great interest as her father sat beside her telling her that they would never again have any trouble out of Uncle Nick… He was being held at the State Hospital, pending tests, which it was almost certain, would assure that he would be put away for a long time.

Lee was still trembling a little at the thought of her evening at the Rogers' mansion, and before fainting, in spite of the tiny moment of secret pleasure she had experienced she was grateful that she was at home, with her darling daddy.

"Now there's just one thing, Lee," Art was saying. It was a little speech he had been thinking of for some time… "I think that from now on, this entire family… all of us… well, we've just got to be like the ordinary family on the block… If you know what I mean… No more nonsense!"

Lee looked at her father's handsome features and giggled. "All right Daddy… whatever, you say…" she smiled winningly up at him. "Would you mind rubbing on some of my ointment, though…?" she asked, handing him the small jar from her bedside table.

"Well…" Art hesitated. "Can't Dorothy… I mean… I can't…"

"Oh, please Daddy… it's supposed to go on every hour or so… and I'm just too sick to do it…"

Art hesitated, and then told himself that if he couldn't even put on his own daughter's medication, then he was in rougher shape than he thought. "All right," he agreed cautiously, taking the jar from her.

He watched as Lee quickly undid the top of her night gown, again revealing to him the pearlescent quality of her high round breasts. Beneath them and on her arms were the marks of paws… almost healed now, but still visible as a reminder of her ordeal. Art leaned forward and put some ointment on Lee's arms, and then on her chest below her breasts, softly he began to rub the soothing mixture in, as Lee lay back and closed her eyes.

"Ooooooh, Daddy… that feels sooo nice…" she cooed. "So nice!"

Art continued rubbing, trying to ignore her breasts, but his hands kept coming in contact with the warm little mounds, and he saw that her small cherry-like nipples were growing harder and harder the more he rubbed. He was visibly disturbed by the sight, and Lee observed her beloved daddy through half closed lids.

"Oh please don't stop, Daddy…" she encouraged, "please don't stop!"

"Lee… honey… I don't think…"

"Don't say anything, Daddy… just keep on doing it!"

Christ! Art thought, the little witch was purposely driving him right out of his mind. More and more, he found that his hands were slipping across her adolescent breasts, and each time they did, he told himself that he had to get out of there… had to leave. Yet, he stayed. He wanted to rip the rest of the gown off her delightful little frame, slip his hand down to the sweet golden mound of her pussy… fuck her… yes fuck her again! He couldn't help it… in spite of the words he had said and meant only moments ago, he was still unbelievably attracted to his little girl! Her precocity was alarming, and he knew that his face was now torn with desire… he stopped the pretense of avoiding her peaked breasts, and suddenly, with a low guttural groan he was kneading the soft little mounds, thumbing the hard nipples, rolling them.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Lee sighed, "Oooooh… yes, Daddy… yees!"

Then Lee was pulling at the rest of her nightgown, beneath the covers, peeling the covers back. "Daddy… there are more scratches below… get them all Daddy, dear!" she implored.

Art gasped as Lee revealed to him the flat silken surface of her belly, and below, the soft vee shaped mound of her youthfully hair-fringed pussy. On either side of her already womanly hips, and at the top of her thighs, the ugly marks of the beast could be seen where they were slowly fading away. A pang of anguish went through him, as Art thought once more of what his daughter had suffered. He never wanted her to be in pain again… never wanted to be away from her. Gently his hands slipped lower on her small, girlish body. Her skin was like satin beneath his touch… she was absolutely beautiful, more lovely than any creature on earth. "My precious little girl!" he exclaimed, as his fingers moved slowly, and now with more purpose along the curve of her belly. His cock had grown hard and firm and he felt like he was going to cum any second, just from seeing the white and gold of his daughter's body tremble beneath his touches.

"Oh God!" he groaned, as Lee slipped her arms up around his neck, pulling his head down so that his lips met hers, mingling in a sweet breathless kiss, "You're making me feel sooo good, Daddy… soooo good…!" she cooed, and just then his middle finger slid into the inviting, almost hairless, little split that separated the outer lips of her miniscule pussy. "Aaaahhhh!" Lee moaned aloud, her head lolling limply back on the pillow as the long wished-for touch of her father's finger on her moist, eagerly waiting genitals sent chills of delight through her pubescent organs. She held on tight, thrusting her small tongue into her father's gaping mouth as his finger began to probe hotly within the moist, already clenching folds of her heated pussy. With a salacious lurch, Art felt his prick leap against his thigh… in his head the dire thoughts he had entertained after his first knowing encounter with little Lee returned to haunt him… At this flagrant violation of the principles he had sworn he would maintain, his brain swirled, confusion and desire vying for the uppermost position. Desire won out as Art felt Lee's hot baby cunt grow wetter still beneath his middle finger. The small bud of her clitoris rose to taunt his thick digit, and he felt it stiffen and jerk against the rough texture of his finger.

"Oooooooh… ooooh… Dadddddy… IIIIIII'mmmmmmm cumming… oh Daddy… it's been sooo long… and it's so goood!" Lee's entire pelvis arched upward as her hips jerked toward the ceiling… her exposed loins gyrated as her father's finger moved back and forth with an increasing momentum… Then suddenly, she jerked forward, her entire body stiffening, her legs scissoring in and out, her tongue sucking madly on Art's.

"Oaaaaaaaargh!!" she gurgled, "Inside… inside daddy!" With one violent plunge, Art's finger plunged into his daughter's tiny raging pussy. It was so small that it seemed unbelievable that she had undergone such penetration… his own… large cock and that ghastly animal! His finger rose hotly into her, and he felt the sweet clenching of her tender vagina closing all around it. She bounced enthusiastically up and down, her loins shaking with the fire of her orgasm as she clung to her father's neck.

"Nnnnnnnnngh…! ooooooooomph!" she moaned, suddenly falling back, and pulling Art down with her. Art lay stunned above her… he could hardly think straight, he was so excited. Her palpitating little cunt throbbed heatedly against his slowly revolving finger, as the flood tide of her climax ebbed away bit by bit. To his surprise and overwhelming relief, he heard her whisper in his ear, "Come… come inside me Daddy and fuck me… take off all your clothes, please get in bed with meeee!"

Art thought of the possibility that someone else might come into the room. It was certainly possible… and yet he knew that it was just as likely that he and Lee would be left alone for another half hour. A few minutes was all he needed really… and she seemed to want it so badly… How could he refuse her? How could he refuse his own desperate desire? His face flushed with tumescent desire, his hands trembling, Art rapidly began to undress. Without another thought, he climbed into the small three quarter bed beside his daughter. Lee snuggled happily against his enormous six foot frame, feeling the wonderful dark hairs of his chest tickle against her naked breasts. His big thick cock poked into her belly, and her legs trembled a bit at the thought that soon she would be feeling it inside her… and that from now on, she would feel it whenever she wanted to!

***

Joe was in the basement when his mother came down to bring him a bacon and tomato sandwich. He sat repairing one of his model planes and thinking about the strange events of the past few weeks. Everything seemed to be happening so quickly, but now at last there was a little calm in the house, and he was pleased to have the satisfaction of knowing that the family would never again be bothered by Uncle Nick. When he looked up and saw Dorothy coming down the steps, he was struck suddenly by the sight of her legs. She was wearing a short housedress that showed off her beautiful calves and knees, and by the time she arrived at the bottom of the steps, Joe felt his young penis thicken and swell considerably. It had been a long time… he realized, what with Lee's recuperation from her terrible ordeal, and his beautiful new-found mother's ultimatum, he had found no outlet for his comparatively recent interest in the female members of his family.

Dorothy blushed when she saw the way Joe was looking at her, and nervously brushed a curl of her blonde hair back as she placed the sandwich beside him.

"Will you stay and keep me company, Mom?" Joe asked, staring fixedly at her breasts. Dorothy smiled and telling herself that there was no reason why she shouldn't stay and talk to the boy, sat down on the floor beside him. At first she tried getting him to tell her about his model planes, but all of his answers were vague, and even while he was munching on the sandwich, he kept looking at her most intimate spots, as though he could see through the material of her clothes. Dorothy suppressed a shiver as she recalled the last tender touches she had received from the adoring hands of her 14 year old son. Words like… wonderful… so complete… went running through her head and it was with considerable effort that she reminded herself of her new intentions that nothing of the kind should ever happen again, especially since Art was home now, and everything looked as if it was going to be all right. Her dream of a happy home and family was coming true at last. She couldn't spoil it… couldn't let old memories spoil her happiness!

Joe, seeing his mother's pretty feature's gain a faraway look, decided that he would attempt to make renewed contact with her, in the way he most wanted. His hand reached out and slipped teasingly along her thigh, and he was surprised at her immediate reaction. Dorothy jumped up as though she had received an electric shock.

Smoothing down her dress, she reprimanded him in a friendly manner. "Now there'll be none of that, young man!" she said, wagging her finger at him. "I suggest that the two of us go and visit Lee right now… it must be almost time for her medication anyway!"

Joe sheepishly followed his mother up the stairs and down the hall that led to Lee's bedroom. He couldn't help but follow the voluptuous swing of her full, well matured hips as they swayed back and forth in front of him. He longed to reach out and cup them in his hands… to insert his fingers between the soft mounds of her buttocks… to hear her calling his name again.

"Mother…" he groaned inwardly to himself. "Mother!"

Dorothy knocked lightly, and then opened the door. Joe watched from a slight distance behind her, and when he saw his mother freeze, mouth open in a silent scream, he rushed forward to see what was going on. The sight that greeted him was positively breathtaking, and he felt almost like he was going to go right through the floor. Beside him, he heard his mother making odd little squealing sounds of protest, her hands cupped over her mouth in abject horror. Yet, somehow, Joe couldn't help smiling.

Inside the room, Lee was straddling her father as he lay, eyes glazed and face rapt with lust, upon his back on her small bed. Lee's own mouth hung open as her hair hung forward dangling into her face and eyes… The split of her widespread young buttocks was clearly visible, as she held herself poised over the enormous rigid pole of her father's cock.

Motionless and unnoticed in the doorway, both mother and son heard her cry, "I'm gonna do it now, Daddy… Oh make it feel good!" Then with a moan that sent shivers through them, they watched Lee plunge herself down upon her Daddy's thick cock, letting it rise with difficulty at first and then with increasing ease into the soft warm velvet of her tight little cunt. With another cry like that of an animal, she snuggled down onto it further, letting the elastically expanding lips of her young pussy hotly enclose the huge glistening cock, as she began a lewd little dance above him, wriggling and moaning, almost at the verge of tears from the deep satisfaction swirling around in her small cunt from the presence of her fathers desire-hardened cock.

"Oh oh… yeah… yeah… baby…" Out of breath and completely lost to the world, Art bucked his hips upward into his baby girl's miniscule vagina. Her wet lubricating fluids soaked his aching cock with each powerful thrust he arched up into her. Gritting his teeth he reached for her nipples, clutching the vibrant warmth of her young breast while he hammered into her working loins.

Dorothy gaped at the incredible sight, of Lee and her new husband… father and daughter, as Lee's pink lined cunt lips clasped hungrily around Art's glistening staff. It was almost entirely disappearing into the small cuntal lips now… rising further and further, pounding insistently. Wet, lewd sounds filled the room, echoing in Dorothy's ears and she felt hot and flushed, and her whole body began to tremble. She was still motionless… as though powerless to move an inch, or do anything that would interrupt the startling scene. She hardly felt Joe's fingers around her breasts at first, and when she did, it was too late to do anything to stop what was going to happen. The rising tide of excitement in her belly was only echoed by the stirring sensations caused by her son's fingers kneading and tugging at her large already excitedly quivering breasts. Her dress came off easily enough, and as for the rest, it was only a matter of seconds. Then she was nude, pink and white and gold, and Joe hungrily fell upon her waiting body on the shaggy rug of little Lee's bedroom. The rhythmic grunts of father and daughter served as background music for mother and son, as Joe, naked himself now, fit himself between Dorothy's upraised knees. Between, he could see the delicately thin lips of her cunt, spread temptingly between the soft golden cuntal hairs.

"Mother!" he thought once more… Her face was a sight to behold, and in it, Joe read total surrender. She had given up at last! He paused, an instant more, and then joyfully, he heard her call him. "Come, Joe… come darling… I just can't fight it anymore…" He fell down into her, his arms folding under her hips… her hands went down between his thighs and soon he felt the warmth of her fingers wrapping around his young cock, gripping his boyish penis, and guiding him… leading right into paradise!

"OH yes, darling," she whispered, "fuck me… fuck me good! fuck me good and hard, Joe!"

Joe thought he was going crazy… but instead he groaned aloud and ground his virile young cock deep up into the soft heat of his mother's cunt, watching as her face contorted in an agony of desire and pleasure. Her whole body shuddered beneath him, her breasts smashing wonderfully up against his slender chest. She writhed beneath him and he fucked hard into her, his cock ramming lance-like through the tender opening between her legs. He felt her sweet golden pussy accepting his cock and then thirstily pulling at it, almost sucking it like a mouth, massaging it inside… swallowing it up! God, he thought… every day from now on… every day I'm going to fuck her!!!

Art turned his head once at the height of his delirium, and through clouded eyes he spotted his wife… and the newly arrived couple by the door. A flash of heated shame overpowered him, and then rapidly departed, leaving him dizzy. Lee had seen too… Pulling her tight little cunt high up from his prick she grunted and moved down toward a climax.

"Can't you see… Daddy!" she groaned, flexing her thighs hard against his on her down thrust, "it's go to be this way… it's just got to!"

Her little knees were pressing hard against his sides… lewdly, she rubbed her excited groin upwards against his pubic bone. Her small body began to jerk convulsively and she began to wail in complete abandon. Art heard his daughter's cries mingled with his wife's first orgasmic struggle.

"Oh Joe baby… oh your cock… babeeeeee it's wonderful!" The words seemed to ricochet around inside of Art's head, and combined with his young daughter's fierce fucking above him, he began to feel his cock expanding. It was getting huge and ripe and an unbelievably blissful feeling was filling him. Mercilessly, he clasped Lee's small hips, grinding her loins down upon his pistoning prick. She was groaning, "Mmmmmmm… ooooHhhh!" as he forced her tiny cunt harder down onto the thick head of his cock. The sperm started spewing out instantly, in large gushing spurts and he was yelling something he himself didn't even hear.

Their crashing orgasms mingled together exploding within and around their contorted bodies… they rose and fell together and melted into only one body, the large six footer, easily enfolding the small girl down onto his body.

Dorothy's voice rose to a high wail. Every vein in her neck was standing out, as she received the buffering of her son's hard, pounding cock. Her orgasm was so near she could almost reach out and touch it. Her body was free at last, and she was somehow aware of the fact that both Lee and Art were watching her in this, her moment of submissive glory. But God, it felt good to know that they were all together, that soon she would be eagerly assuming another position… that later, Art would fuck her, while she sucked little Joe's cock… that while she swirled his pungent male sperm around in her mouth Lee would offer her small dove-like breasts to be kissed for equal time. That Art would mount his daughter again and again, while she and Joe offered ever gentle assistance.

That her well initiated rectum would be tenderly exploded by both her men, as well as her little girl's fingers! That she would offer her golden cunt anytime and anywhere for any of her darling family…

Deliriously, her climax spun into her lascivious thoughts, and she bet that she could come 25 times… 50 times… maybe a hundred… that very night judging from the way she felt at the moment!

As Joe's cock stabbed brutally in and out of his mother, she gave one final sobbing groan. Her enormous melon-sized breasts jiggled and quivered excitedly, and her legs spread wider, her knees sinking far apart so that they almost touched the floor on either side. His prick pounded heavily into her luscious nakedness, and he began to urge her on with low growling sounds.

"Oh sweet mother… mommy… cum now… cum for my cock… cum… cum!"

In her mind, she was being fucked by all of them, as great white splashes of fiery color exploded behind her eye lids. A steady stream of pressure burst like a watermain in each and every vein. She groaned and let the waves inundate her whole being, then rose again with the tide. The whole of her mind and body accepted every lewd act she had indulged in, both for the past and for the future, as tears of indescribable joy streaked down her face.

Joe's balls rammed tight up against his mother's naked uplifted anal lips, as he began creaming his heated young jism high up into her wildly contracting belly… he felt the older woman respond to the added wetness by starting into a second orgasm.

"Jeez!" he muttered to himself, "Look at her go!"

On the bed, not far away, Lee stroked her father's soft relaxing testicles, noticing with interest that his cock was getting hard again. She lay on her side beside him, enjoying the gentle stroking of his big hand on her still aroused pussy.

They had both been looking at Dorothy and Joe for some time when Lee tilted her face toward her father's and said, "Well, Daddy… I think Aunt Dot is ours at last!"

Art sighed. It was a sound of both satisfaction and resignation, and taking particular note of the word 'ours', before losing himself in his little girl's kiss. "Why not?" he thought, as though it had been the simplest solution all along, "Why not?"

Content

Grace Wilkinson
Aunt Dorothy book II

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT