Beauregard McWayne

Trade-in wife

Introduction

Everyone has heard or read something about the sex clubs. Almost every city in the United States — and possibly abroad — has its intimate club where couples get together and trade mates. It is common to find something about such couples in almost any daily newspaper, or you can buy a good book on the subject at almost any news dealer.

Some of those clubs are informal, and just about anyone who wants can join simply by applying for membership. There are clubs who will accept single men and women; others accept only married couples. There are clubs where anything goes; clubs which cater only to the oralist; clubs designed for those who prefer anal intercourse, and the author came across one club that was unique. It was not a club, really, but a group of ten to twelve people. There were four females in this group and six to seven men. What makes this group unique is that no intercourse is practiced by any of the participants. Those belonging to this group get together once a week… and practice self-stimulation!

That is to say, each participant masturbates only himself or herself as the case may be — and there is no actual physical contact between them. This unusual group of men and women understand the need for voyeuristic stimulation, and the need for solitary masturbation. Therefore, they found each other through the various ads of the swinger's magazines and underground papers and came together. Each, in their own way, are happy with what they do. And what they do in sit around in a room and masturbate before one another. Sometimes the women will use an object to insert into their vaginas, and other times they use only their hands and fingers. The men usually use their hands only. Any type of self-stimulation goes, no matter what it consists of. Strangely, one of the women was found to be a virgin.

But this book is not of that group of swingers. This book is based on another unique group; a group of people who seek out others of the same, like — entire families which consist of mother, father, son and daughter with whom to swap with!

Now, you say that would be strange, for a complete family — parents and all their children — to indulge in sexual antics with another family who have the same ideas. If that is your thoughts, then think of some unusual happening, no matter how far out it is. If you can think of a wild action among any two or more people, then what is so strange for complete families to engage in a sexual romp with other members of a like family?

Many thing are going on around us in this modern society — many things most of us are unaware of. Yet, it is happening now. It could be the sweet, congenial family next door to you. Have you heard the happy sounds coming from their home on a Saturday night with a party in progress? What makes you think the party is simply a Coke and cookie affair for innocent little Alice or that cute freckled junior?

The pretty matron who gossips with you over the fence early in the morning while hubby is at work can be one of the members of family swappers, as well as her husband and the two lovely, well-mannered children.

I have come across some of these families, and from my conversations with them, it is extremely possible the movement — if it can be called such — will spread further afield. It is well known that swingers are in search of more and better sexual thrills. Now that most of the sexual acts performed are becoming stale to them, it is quite understandable that they would eventually turn to their own — and other's — children for more and more erotic stimulation.

Incest, in its true meaning, is not a pretty word. Neither is child sexual relations with an adult a pretty thing. Yet, there are many of us who have the desire to become sexually engaged with a young boy or girl. That seems to be the case of the people you are about to read. I have taken the liberty of telling their stories in as accurate a way as possible, but necessity has made me use a format which makes it easier reading — and for the reader to better understand the participants.

Again, as in my other words, I do not condemn nor condone the actions of these men and women, boys and girls, of whom you will read. They have placed their trust in me, and therefore I have retained their secrecy and identity. The names of the participants, and the locations, have been changed to protect them from not only the authorities, but the outrage of their neighbors.

The Smith Family

Our first case consists of a family of four — parents and two children, a son and daughter. The father, Mace as we will call him, has been losing his hair for the past few years, and it is turning gray around the temples, giving him a somewhat distinguished appearance of a banker or professor. His one big ambition is to retire to a small ranch or farm where his family can run nakedly about the fields and copulate when and where they may be at the time. Mace is tall and muscular, and edging close to forty-five years of age.

Diane, his wife, is a matron of almost forty years of age. She has a tendency to gain weight fast, and it is a constant battle for her to remain on a diet. She has chestnut-colored hair framing a pretty face. Her breasts are quite ample, but her waist is somewhat thick. Although her hips are a little large for her five feet, five inch height, they are firm and round. Her thighs are thick and have a tendency to become flabby whenever she gains extra weight. She dresses modestly in knee length skirts and dresses. Diane is well aware that she is not a raving beauty, but her prettiness comes from the bubbling personality of her naturally friendly nature.

Ellen, the seventeen-year-old daughter is something quite different in appearance. She has the chestnut colored hair of her mother, but she wears it long and it seems to sparkle with tiny lights whenever the sunlight strikes her. She is considered something of a personality at her local high school, and last year she was elected queen of the football season. She is slender and lovely to look at, with long, smooth thighs that are downright obscene in their beauty. She wears the style of her schoolmates; pants and shirt. Her pretty face gives one the impression of total innocence, betraying her inner sensual nature. She, like her mother, is very erotic in thought and deed. There is not a sexual act she will not perform, nor will she stop any sort of deviation from being perpetrated on her lithe body.

Her brother, Alex, two years her junior, is a handsome lad with freckles on his face. Still in junior high school, he is already being sought as a member of the local high school's baseball and football teams when he enters high school. He is somewhat shy and withdrawing around strangers, but from what his mother and father tell me, he becomes quite eager during the sexual romps.

This is their story.

Mace and Diane, growing somewhat tired of the same routine night after night, decided to join with other couples for sexual satisfaction. Like others before them, they purchased the swinger's magazines and bought underground newspapers in search of someone who would be compatible with them. At this time, Ellen was a developing twelve-year-old, and Alex was not interested in sex — or girls for that matter.

After about a month, Mace and Diane contacted a couple who seemed to be what they were seeking. Correspondence flowed between the couples which included photos of the women in bikinis and the men in trunks. Each letter grew more explicit in what the other couple wanted, and Mace and Diane found themselves replying in kind. Soon, the other couple, who lived about fifty miles away, requested photos of Diane in the nude, with her vagina exposed. The woman also wanted a picture of Mace, his penis fully erected to give her an idea of its size. This letter from them was accompanied by two pictures of the man and woman posing obscenely for the camera.

The man, quite handsome according to Diane, was standing with his side to the camera, and his penis was in full erection. She decided then and there that it would be very nice indeed to have that weapon rammed into her body. The wife of this man was posed in the bathtub. She had suds covering part of her body, and she had lifted one slim thigh to rest on the edge of the tub. Her pelvis was arched forward and she was pulling the lips of her vagina apart, smiling wickedly into the camera.

Not having a Polaroid camera, Mace purchased one and he and Diane took photos of each other. He slumped on the couch with his erect penis cleaving the air, one hand cupping his full and hairy testicles. The shot of Diane was of her sitting on the carpet, both legs up with her knees pressed against her ample breasts. She was pulling the lips of her vagina apart with one hand, and inserting a finger into the hair-fringed orifice with the other. Both of them smiled invitingly for the eternal image captured on film.

A week later, a meeting was arranged and Mace and Diane drove the fifty miles to meet with their new friends. Excitement at this first step into trading mates for a sexual thrill became too much for them, and Mace had to stop the car once during the trip. Their copulation was very quick, each unable to hold in the orgasms due to the anticipation.

They arrived half an hour late, but were greeted by Ted and Judy happily.

"Thought you backed out," Ted said, mixing drinks. "It happens sometimes, you know."

"Now, we could never do that," Diane said, staring hungrily at his groin. "Not after those last pictures you sent."

Ted chuckled as he handed her a frosted glass. "I gather this is your first time at swapping, right?"

"Yes," Mace answered, allowing his eyes to move freely over the miniskirted body of Judy. "But that doesn't mean we're not ready."

"Uuummmm…" Judy licked her lips suggestively. "I can see that. If you were any more ready, that thing would be popping out of your pants, darling."

Diane laughed seductively, reaching over and patting the bulging organ of her husband. "I made sure he kept it nice and hard on the drive here."

"Well," Ted said, smiling and standing up, "at least you two aren't bashful about it."

"Why should we be?" Plane said, watching Ted as he began to remove his clothing. "That's what we're here for, isn't it?"

Ted removed his shirt, dropping it to the floor. Next came his pants and shorts, pooling at his feet. He stepped from the garments and Diane saw his organ, though flaccid now, was thick and huge. A thick bush of hair surrounded the base, and his testicles hung heavily between his muscular thighs. "Well, do I have to be the only exhibitionist around here?" he said, looking quizzically at the three. "Come on, Judy show Mace what a cute ass you have."

Judy sat her drink down and rose to her feet. Quickly she stripped herself naked, and Mace saw that despite her age of thirty-five, she had a firm and youthful figure. It showed so much more than the pictures they had seen, and he became eager to plunge his throbbing member deeply into her vagina. Not wanting to appear hesitant, Mace and Diane removed their clothing. At first, Diane was embarrassed by her over-blown figure, but when Ted sat down beside her and began caressing her large breast, her embarrassment melted. Immediately she reached out a hand and grasped his upstanding organ. She started to move her hand up and down the now semi-erection, holding it tightly in her fingers, thrilling to the throbbing power of him as she brought his organ to full bloom.

She saw Judy bend and take hold of the pulsating penis of her husband, and she sighed loudly as Ted dipped his head and began to suck on her left nipple. The two women masturbated the men for a while, but Judy wanted to begin the activities in another way.

Surprised, Diane watched through her growing passion as the woman moved to kneel between her thighs. Judy ran her fingers up the inner smoothness lightly, creating a shivering sensation on Diane's flesh. When the feminine fingers brushed against her lush pubic hair, Diane quivered with anticipation. She had never had another woman touch her before, and now she was eagerly awaiting what ever this pretty woman wanted to do with her. Spreading her thighs, she leaned back as Ted continued to suck and tongue her erect nipple, swiping his tongue back and forth over the sensitive tip.

Mace, also surprised, watched as Judy tenderly caressed the moist and pink ups of his wife's vagina. The lewdness of seeing another woman fondle his wife caused his penis to jerk and throb with excitement. Bending forward to see better, he was amazed at the dexterity of Judy.

"Do you mind?" Judy said, looking up at him. "I would like very much to make love to her."

"Mind? Me?" Mace said stupidly. "Hell, I don't mind. It's up to Diane."

"Oh, yes… yes…" Diane moaned, squirming her buttocks lower on the cushion of the couch. "Please, do do it!" She was gripping the back of Ted's head, holding his mouth tightly to her full breasts, gasping as the sensations of pleasure rippled over her body.

"There's your answer," Mace said. "Go ahead and finger-fuck her."

Judy smiled wickedly, running her tongue over her full lips to moisten them. Pulling the pink lips of Diane's vagina apart, she gently rubbed at the extended clitoris that glistened invitingly between the strands of chestnut-colored pubic hair. Diane's body trembled from the contact, and she involuntarily lifted her pelvis up to meet this unusual caress. That is, unusual for her.

Mace watched intensely as Judy rubbed the pink, pulsating bit of erect flesh, then he saw a slim finger press at the moist orifice. With a quick sliding motion, the finger disappeared deeply into his wife's vagina. Immediately, Diane jerked her hips to meet the invasion, a squeal of delight coming from her throat. "Ooohhh… oooohhh…" she whispered in a thick voice, gyrating her open crotch against the finger. "Oooohhh… yes, yes, yes! Finger-fuck me… finger-fuck my slit…"

"I'll do better than that, darling," Judy whispered huskily. "I'm going to kiss this sweet cunt!"

With those words, she lowered her face to the hairy mound. Mace watched with his eyes almost bugging from their sockets as this woman darted her tongue out to flick it across the pink flesh of his wife's clitoris. Nothing had been mentioned in all the letters about this, he realized, yet he was fascinated by seeing another woman perform orally on his wife. Judy parted the hair-lined lips of Diane's vagina, dipping her tongue into the moisture that oozed from them. She reached up with one hand and gripped the straining organ of Mace, jerking her fist up and down in a slow, teasing way as she slobbered and licked into Diane's willing hole.

Diane, almost out of her mind with the pleasures that flowed to her very nerve-endings, squealed and writhed about under the dual assault of this man and his wife. Her hand beat a swift tattoo on the thick member she held in her hand. Her eyes were closed as lust wrapped its hot fingers around her naked body, but gurgles of happiness bubbled from her tightly clenched lips. Her hips rotated and jerked in a frenzied motion to receive all the oral delights the woman could give her. But the strangeness of having another woman — instead of her husband — lick at her genitals was too much for her inflamed mind and body to accept. She suddenly erupted into a tremendous orgasm of body-shaking force. A small cry of animal-like sound escaped her throat as she dropped her free hand to press Judy's face closer yet into her spasming crotch.

When it was over, Judy lifted her smeared face and sat back on her heels. She smiled up at the three, licking her lips. "Diane has a delicious pussy, darling," she said to her husband. "You'll have to eat it."

Ted pulled his lips from the quivering breasts and said, "I have all intentions of having a taste of her twat, dear. Now, I think you better take care of Mace here. His cock looks ready to blow any second."

"My pleasure!" Judy said, moving to kneel between the spread thighs of Mace. She held the base of his waving organ and began to kiss the swollen head. A bead of fluid had collected at the small slit, and with an eager tongue she lapped it up. Parting her lips wide, she sucked in the tip of his member, sliding her mouth down… down… down until her nose was pressed into his pubic bush. Small, happy gurgles came from her throat as she bounced her face up and down on his organ. Her cheeks sunk inward as she drew up, creating a hot, tight sheath for his penis, billowing outward as she dipped down. Her hands gripped his hairy testicles, caressing and squeezing them gently, pulling on the loaded globes now and then.

"Me, too!" Diane shouted, aroused from her exhausted state. She dropped to her knees and quickly gobbled up the immense length of Ted's weapon. Wet, sucking sounds filled the living room as the women hungrily devoured each other's husband's organs. Diane reached across and began fondling her husband's testicles as she slurped and sucked on Ted's cudgel. Judy, now having her hands replaced by Diane, slipped her fingers between her husband's thighs and cupped his testicles.

Mace and Ted brushed at the silken strands of the women as they greedily feasted on palpitating organs of hard, hot flesh. Deep sighs of contentment mixed with the moist sounds coming from the two females, and Ted and Mace leaned back and enjoyed the hungry attentions. Although Mace was aroused to a high pitch of lust, he fought to maintain his staying power. He, like his wife, had never before enjoyed sexual relations with anyone other than each other. Now, being naked and sucked by a woman he had known less than half an hour while his wife did the same to the woman's husband, he was hard put to keep from blowing the back of Judy's throat out.

"God," Ted moaned, arching his pelvis up and down in rhythm with the clasping lips of Diane, "She's a good cock-sucker… a real pro!"

"Yeah…" Mace groaned, shoving his penis hard into the throat of Judy. "God, I'm… going… to blow…"

"Fill her cock-sucking mouth, man!" Ted shouted. "Just like… I'm going to do… Diane!"

Both men ejaculated simultaneously, flooding the inner cavity of his respective female. Judy and Diane swallowed quickly, preparing themselves for the next squirt of thick semen. Time and again the men spurted copious ejaculations into the devouring mouths of the women, their hips bucking in frenzied attempt to shove their organs deeper yet. With the last dribble of sperm, Judy and Diane sat back on their heels, grinning lewdly at the men. A bit of white fluid hung on the corner of Diane's mouth, and she flicked it away with a delicate, catlike lap of her pointed tongue.

After a few drinks and resting a while, Ted led Diane to a bedroom where they proceeded to enjoy each other in all manner of ways. Judy and Mace utilized the living room, and before midnight, he had penetrated her body with his stiff penis many times, using every orifice she eagerly presented to him.

"God, darling," Diane murmured on the way home, "Ted fucked me up my asshole so much, I'll be ruined for life!"

Mace patted her thigh lovingly, "Well, at least we're on our way to a great time, don't you think?"

Diane and Mace branched out, seeking other couples with whom to trade partners in sex. At times they made overnight trips out of the state, always returning home completely drained of desire for days on end. This swapping of metes continued for six years, and then they met Sally and Brien Powell.

The Powells purchased the house next door to the Smiths at the end of the school year, moving in one hot summer day. A few years younger than Diane and Mace, their two children were twelve and fourteen, the youngest being a lovely girl with sad, huge eyes.

Two weeks after becoming settled, Mace and Diane invited their new neighbors in for coffee. It being a particularly humid day, Sally appeared wearing a pair of revealing shorts and a middy blouse. Immediately Mace was aroused by the beautiful, slender woman. Diane, knowing her husband quite well, was amused at the way he attempted to monopolize her during the evening. She didn't mind because she found the husky Brien quite friendly. After their many experiences of swapping, nothing surprised the Smiths. And when Diane found herself alone in the kitchen, making fresh drinks, with Brien, she did not play coy. Seductively, she giggled at his slightly lewd jokes. Neither was she surprised nor outraged when she felt his palm "accidentally" brush across her buttocks.

"You naughty boy," she said throatily, turning to face him. She found Brien leaning close to her, his face inches from hers. Without hesitation, Diane lifted her lips to meet his, and she probed deeply into his mouth with her tongue. Brien ran his hands around her waist, dropping them lower until he cupped her ample buttocks. Pulling her tight against his body, Diane felt his growing penis press into her stomach. She giggled into his mouth, rolling her pelvis against him. "Ummm," she sighed, pulling her tongue from his mouth. "You have a mighty big prick down there, boy!"

"Just the thing to prong you with," he replied, leering down into her eyes. "That would be fun," Diane said, moving away from him. She reached down — making certain he would not misunderstand her meaning and clasped at his bulging organ. "We might get together sometime… but right now we'd better get these drinks out there before my husband and your wife start something."

"Hell," Brien snorted. "That's their business. I'd rather stay right here and get a piece of your ass."

"I'd love to get fucked with that thing, darling," she smiled at him, moving toward the door. "But right now we better leave well enough alone."

"Then you're willing?" he asked.

"Why not? You seem to have a big cock, old boy and if there's one thing I like, it's a big prick!"

Diane and Brien went through the swinging door to the living room. Mace jerked from the arms of Sally guiltily, and the four stared at each other for a long moment. Suddenly all four burst out laughing. "Well, I'll be go to hell!" Mace said.

"Me too," Brien agreed, sipping at his drink.

"Don't tell me you were copping a feel of Sally, darling?" Diane said, still giggling. "Shame on you and here I was fighting off this sex fiend in the kitchen!"

Understanding dawned quickly among them, and they had a big laugh at what each were trying to do.

"So you're swappers too!" Brien said in surprise. "Christ, Sally and I have been involved for years — before we were married."

They traded stories about the things and people they had met and done, finding one couple they each knew. Now, since there was no longer a reason for secrecy, they paired off. And since each couple had children, it was decided Sally would stay with Mace until morning and Diane would go to Brien's bedroom.

This trading among the Smiths and Powells continued for four weeks, and they were indulging four and five times a week. It was during a time when Mace was with Sally when he was shocked to find the Powells included their two young children in family sex.

He had finished momentarily with Sally and since there was no bathroom in the Powells' bedroom, he peered out the door to make sure it was clear. Since it was almost midnight, he was certain the children were asleep. While Sally watched him in an amused expression, he darted across the hall to the open bathroom. It was when he stepped out into the hallway on his return that he came face to face with the twelve year old girl.

Mace was completely naked, and his penis swung to and fro. Frozen in his tracks, he could only stare down at the nubile young girl. She looked at him with wide, sad eyes. She did not appear startled at all. Suddenly she darted her small hand out and flicked his penis, giggling childishly as she raced past him to the bathroom. Shocked almost senseless, he entered the bedroom to find Sally waiting in a sprawled position. She looked at his expression and started to giggle. "What happened to you?"

"I've got to get out of here," he said, searching for his clothing scattered about on the floor. "Your daughter just saw me coming from the bathroom. Not only did she see me, but she actually made a grab for my cock!"

"Nadine?" Sally said, trying to control her laughter. "You mean Nadine grabbed for your cock?"

"That's right," Mace said, bending to look for his pants beneath the bed. "We've been caught."

"Oh, come on, darling," Sally said, reaching for him. "Don't mind her… She won't say a word, believe me."

"But…" Mace stammered.

"Damn it!" Sally said urgently. "Can't you see I want to get fucked! Forget about Nadine, can't you?"

"Well… if you say so," he said reluctantly.

Getting back into the bed, Mace crawled between Sally's thighs, but she had changed her mind about what she wanted. "Darling," she whispered, squirming her hips around. "Eat my twat for a while, please…"

Mace required no further plea, and he dipped his face down to the hair-lined vagina. Gripping the cheeks of her buttocks, he lifted the succulent genitals to his lips. Sally thrashed nakedly about on the bed, squealing her delight as his tongue probed and flickered about her moist vagina. He bit tenderly into the erect bud of her clitoris, sending sparks of sensation into the writhing body of the lovely woman. She exploded into orgasm as his tongue burrowed deeply into her quivering vaginal lips, arching her body tight against his face. Slowly, she relaxed into sighing happiness.

Mace crawled up beside her, laying his head on her firm breasts, resting from his feast.

"Mace?" Sally said after a while. Her voice was soft, somewhat hesitant.

"About Nadine… isn't she pretty?"

"Yeah, she's a damned cute kid."

"Have you ever… ever fucked a little girl?"

Mace raised his head, looking down at the woman. She stared up at him with questioning eyes.

"Now what kind of question is that?" Wondering what she was getting at, he said, "What makes you think I've done that?"

"Nothing… not a thing," Sally rubbed at the base of his neck tenderly. "But haven't you ever, well wanted to?"

"No, I can't say that I have," Mace said, puzzled. "What possible appeal can a small child have — sexually speaking?"

"You'd be surprised."

"Well, anyway, I've never had the desire to fuck a kid, never!"

"But… you said Nadine was pretty."

"Sure, she's a cute kid… and that's all. That doesn't mean I'd like to stick my cock up her little snatch."

"You've never even thought of doing it… not once you've never looked at a pretty little girl and wanted to fuck her, regardless of her age?"

"Look… jots of little girls are cute, but that doesn't mean a man wants to mess around with them."

"Would you fuck a little girl… if she was willing? I mean… suppose she already knew about sex… everything about sex… and she wanted to get fucked? Just suppose a little girl — nice and sweet smelling with a hot little snatch wanted to suck your cock. What then?"

"Christ, Sally!" Mace said, lighting a cigarette. "What's this about kids all of a sudden?"

"Well… I was just thinking, that's all."

"Like hell! Come on, Sally, are you one of those who likes to hear about some kid getting fucked? Do you get your jollies that way?"

"No!" she said, eyes wide. "I'm not a freak." She sat up on one elbow, watching him blow smoke from his nostrils. "Listen," she made up her mind quickly. "I want to tell you something, but promise me it won't go any further than Diane."

"Good Lord, Sally," Mace said in exasperation.

"After all the things we've done? You, me, Diane and Brien? Christ, girl, I don't go around bragging about what we do."

"I know that, but what I'm going to tell you could get us — Brien and me — into a pile of trouble if anyone ever found out."

"If you can't trust Diane and me by this time," Mace said, snuffing out the butt, "then you better not say anything."

"We trust you, darling," she said reaching out and fondling his penis. "So I'll tell… rather, I'll let Nadine tell you."

"Nadine?" he asked, becoming more puzzled by the second. "What's your daughter got to do with this?"

"Nadine!" Sally called suddenly.

"Hey! Hold on!" Mace said, reaching for the sheet to cover himself. "What the hell…"

His words were choked back as he saw the young girl standing in the doorway. He struggled to pull the sheet over his nakedness, but Sally gripped his penis tightly, keeping the sheet from covering him. "Nadine," she said, "come in here for a moment, please."

Mace watched in horrified amazement as the young girl walked into the room to stop beside the bed. His eyes went from the girl's face to the naked breasts of her mother. He was at a loss as to what to do or say. He choked in embarrassment, attempting to cover his genitals with his wide hands. Sally shoved his hands away, keeping her finger wrapped about his deflated penis.

"What do you want, Mother?" the small child said.

"Tell Mr. Smith," Sally said, taking hold of her daughter's hand and pulling the slim girl forward, "how much you like fucking."

"Oh, I do!" Nadine said happily, clapping her hands in front of her almost flat chest. "I love fucking, Mr. Smith."

While Mace sat in petrified terror, Sally instructed her daughter to remove her thin nightgown. "Show Mr. Smith what a lovely pussy you have, dear. I'm sure he'll be delighted with you."

Nadine eagerly stripped the gown from her slender body, tossing it to the floor and standing proudly in her nakedness. Mace stared at the pretty girl, seeing the very beginnings of her breasts, the almost hairless pink lips of her little girl vagina.

"Turn around, darling," Sally said. "Show Mr. Smith your pretty ass."

Nadine did as her mother instructed, presenting a pair of almost non-existent buttocks to his terrified eyes. "That's fine, dear." Sally said, moving her fist up and down on his penis, trying to work it into a state of hardness. But Mace was shocked almost out of his wits by what was happening, and he doubted very much if Sally could bring on an erection right then.

"Now, Mace," Sally said, smiling up into his popped-eyed fate. "Tell me you wouldn't enjoy fucking such a sweet thing. Why, think of how tight her little cunt would be!"

"Oh, yes sir!" Nadine said eagerly. "I've got a real tight pussy, sir. And I'd love to have you fuck me. Please, sir… please…"

"You see, Mace," Sally said triumphantly, feeling the stirrings of his organ despite the revulsion he felt. "You would enjoy fucking her sweet snatch, wouldn't you? Come on, admit it… don't be shy."

Mace swallowed hard, confusion reeling his brain. "You mean… you mean this little thing has actually, actually…"

"Oh, yes," Nadine danced up and down with excitement. "I've been fucked lots of times. Haven't I, Mother? I like getting fucked, sir."

"Now you know, Mace," Sally said. "That's why I wanted to trust you before I told you. I had to tell you because once you try it — fuck a little girl — you'll find it quite enjoyable."

"Then who…" Mace stuttered, feeling his penis start to throb.

"You mean, who fucks her? Why, Brien… and her brother, Joel, who else?"

"But that's… that's incest!"

"So what? God, you and all those others! Hypocrites, everyone of you! Goddamn it, can't you see it doesn't mean a fucking thing but pleasure? Because she's a member of the family doesn't mean she can't enjoy sex too!"

"Sure, but she's so young… and by her father, at that!"

"Don't forget Joel!" Nadine said, excitement bubbling in her voice. "I like Joel to fuck me."

"Christ!" Mace snorted. "How in the hell did I ever get into this, anyway?"

"You got into it by enjoying sex, darling," Sally whispered. "You like pussy so much, that's how."

"So what am I supposed to do? Fuck this little girl?"

"She would love it, I promise… and believe it or not, Nadine is a very good piece of ass!"

Mace, more confused than surprised now, looked from Sally to Nadine. Although he could not find anything about the twelve year old girl that appealed to him sexually, he found to his astonishment, interest growing inside his mind. It would be unusual strange, to say the least and very much different than making it with a grown woman. Nadine appeared quite eager to join with him in the insane game, and her mother was urging him to take the little girl.

While the ideas whirled about in his mind, Nadine reached out and replaced her mother's hand on his penis. She twisted and pulled at his organ, her young eyes no longer sad, but bright and sparkling now. With her other hand, she lifted his heavy testicles, cupping them in her warm hand. Sally smiled at her daughter, then scooted over on the bed, patting it with her hand. "Come on, dear," she said. "Get in bed with us."

Nadine did not hesitate. Scrambling onto the bed, she quickly lay down beside her mother, spreading her slim legs wide. Mace stared down at the pink lips of her vagina, for the first time noticing she was almost bare of hair on the small, swelling mound. Her tiny clitoris peeked at him from between the folds, and he observed the barely perceptible pulsations of it. Slowly, still unsure of this thing he was caught in, Mace reached his hand forward. Gently he ran a fingertip up and down the moist lips of her orifice. Nadine squealed in delight and lifted her buttocks from the bed, squirming them in small, jerking circles of seductiveness.

"It's such a sweet pussy," Sally said, watching Mace trace his finger about the warm opening of her daughter. "A real honey pot!" Strangely, Mace found he was becoming aroused by the young girl who sprawled so obscenely before him. His fingers moved faster, more erotically, over the warm vaginal lips. With his other hand, he parted the succulent petals and inserted his forefinger into her. Immediately, Nadine moaned in pleasure and arched her hips high to meet the plunging digit. For a few moments, he continued to assault her little girl genitals with his finger, now and then rubbing at her clitoris with his thumb. "Don't torment her, Mace," Sally said, tweaking the small nubs of her daughter's slightly blooming breasts. "Can't you see the darling wants to get fucked?"

"Yes…" Nadine cried out, her small tongue licking over her dry lips, her hips gyrating with urgency.

"Please, sir… fuck me… with your nice big cock!"

With his mind reeling now with obscene desire, Mace lowered his body between the wide spread legs of the little girl. His throbbing penis jutted from the thick bush of pubic hair like a cleaver. Nadine eagerly sought for it with warm hands, grasping it tightly in her fingers, pulling on it until she was able to rub the swollen head up and down her little slit. "Put it in, Mr. Smith! Put your prick in my pussy! Hurry please, hurry!"

Gently, not wanting to hurt the small child, Mace shoved his pelvis forward. Looking down the length of his naked body, he was amazed to see the huge head of his organ slip with ease between the stretching lips. Nadine lifted her boyish hips to meet the invasion, moaning softly. Her hands gripped his naked hips, pulling him down as she raised her slim legs and wrapped them about his buttocks. Now Mace was fully into her, and his mind blazed with the delicious tightness of her. Experimenting with how far he could go, he pulled his organ out, leaving just the tip inside the clasping lips of her vagina. But Nadine would have none of this… she arched her hips upward, sucking the long, thick length of his cudgel deep into her quivering stomach. "Do it! Fuck me now, Mr. Smith! Don't tease don't play with me…"

Mace found she was so small, her nose was pressing against his lower chest, and the hot breath coming from her open mouth fanned the hair of his chest. He was afraid to lower his full weight onto the girl, but she wrapped her arms tightly about his shoulders and pulled him down. Before he could begin to move, Nadine started pumping her hips up and down, sliding her vagina tightly back and forth on his inflamed member.

No longer concerned with her age, Mace swiftly went into action. His naked buttocks lunged down hard, driving deeply into the girl. She groaned from the fierce penetration, but her little girl hips jerked upwards, giving as much as she received.

Sally lifted her lips to Mace, who sucked in her darting tongue with his mouth, tasting the sweetness of her as he plunged his member in and out of her daughter's tight sheath. He felt Sally's hand move down his muscular back, then grip tightly at his buttocks as they kissed. She shoved down on his trembling bottom each time he entered the tight slit of Nadine, her fingers digging against his puckered anus. The total abandonment which Nadine threw her naked body into the copulation; the caressing hand on his buttocks; the sweet tasting tongue buried deep in his mouth, was becoming too much for Mace. The experience of having sexual relations with a girl so young — and her mother not only watching, but actually encouraging, caused his body to explode with unexpected force. His penis jerked and began to spurt the thick, white fluid from his testicles. With each squirt, Nadine would squeal her delight, and Mace could feel the tiny muscles of her vagina clench and unclench around his throbbing penis. He dropped in total exhaustion across the naked body of Nadine, not caring whether his weight was too heavy for her or not. His penis slowly deflated inside her still clasping vagina, he whispered, "God Almighty, Sally! It was great! Wonderful! And so little… My God, she's the tightest ever!"

"I told you, didn't I?" Sally answered happily. "I told you a little girl would be a good fuck!"

"Was I, Mr. Smith?" Nadine said from underneath him, squirming her little body. "Was I a good fuck, sir?"

Mace pulled his dripping and limp penis from her, hearing a moist sucking noise as the head pulled free. He sat back, his legs crossed before him. He looked down at the still sprawled girl, seeing the evidence of his lust run in small rivulets from the pink lips of her vagina. "I have to admit you are, Nadine. You are a very good piece of ass, sweetheart. And what's all this air business… and Mr. Smith?"

"Oh, Nadine and Joel are very polite children, Mace," Sally replied. "Just because we're… different, doesn't mean they should forget their manners."

The next day, after he returned from his shift at police headquarters, Mace told Diane about Nadine. At first Diane was furious at him for being involved with a girl so young, but after Mace explained the circumstances, she became interested. Surprised at herself, she began to wonder out loud: "You know, darling if Nadine is involved as you say, and Brien is actually screwing her, why… just think? Joel, that sweet boy you say he fucks her also?"

"That's right," Mace said, "according to Sally, anyway."

"Umm," Diane frowned in deep thought. "Mace…"

"Yes?"

"I wonder if… well, do you think I could… would you be mad at me if I tried to have Joel fuck me?"

"Why should I get mad? Hell, dear… it would be fun, I believe you'd like it… getting fucked by a young kid. For that matter, why don't you put the make on Alex."

"Mace!" Diane said in alarm. "Not my own son! Surely…"

"Aw, come off it, Diane," Mace said, but his voice was gentle. "Brien's been stuffing his daughter's twat for the past six months, and Sally told me she's allowed Joel to fuck her a few times. Besides, I've been thinking today…"

"All right, Mace," Diane said, her eyes twinkling. "Out with it. You've been thinking what?"

"Well… you know, Ellen is an awfully pretty girl," Mace said, watching for the shock in her eyes. Seeing none, he went on, "She wears these damned mini-skirts all the time, and she's awfully careless about the way she sits or bends over."

"Why, Mace," Diane teased. "You want to fuck your daughter, don't you?"

"And why not? Goddamn it, Diane… she's sexy as hell! That little butt of hers is so tantalizing, I have a hard time keeping my hands off her."

Diane and Mace decided to bring their own children into their lewd games of sex. Since she had been dating from the time she turned fifteen seven months ago, they found the opportunity to put their plans in action the following Friday night. Their daughter had a date, and that was the night Diane and Mace pulled the lovely young girl into the incestuous relationship.

Ellen was expected back from her date by twelve o'clock, and Mace and Diane were ready. Both of them were absolutely naked, sitting on the couch and waiting. At a quarter to twelve, Mace lay on the floor and Diane straddled his face. She leaned over and sucked his penis into her mouth, lowering the wide expanse of her white buttocks to his face. He gripped the smooth cheeks in his hands and while his wife sucked furiously at his extended penis, he buried his mouth into her open vagina and was licking furiously when Ellen entered the living room.

Shocked, she stood frozen as her eyes widened at the scene of her parents performing oral love on the living room carpet. Diane and Mace pretended not to hear her enter, and they continued sucking each other, making wet sounds that seemed to resound through out the room.

"Mother! Father!" Ellen said in shocked horror. "What are you…"

As if startled, Diane quickly pulled herself from her husband, sitting back on the floor as she stared in mock terror at her daughter. Mace lazily sat up, his face smeared with the juices of his wife's vagina.

Ellen stared down at the hard flesh that jutted up from between her father's thick thighs, the shaft still moist with the saliva from her mother's mouth. The shock on her face slowly evaporated, and a sensual smile came to her full lips. "And I thought you two were old-fashioned." Ellen said, moving further into the room. "I never dreamed you two — of all people would do something like that."

"And I suppose you're a virginal prude, young lady," Diane said, not bothering to cover her exposed vagina. "Don't tell me you haven't had something shoved up between your thighs… or sucked a boy, for that matter."

"How did you…" Ellen sat down in a chair across from her parents. "I mean… I…"

"That's what I thought, Ellen," Diane continued. "You've been screwed before, haven't you?"

"Well, I…" the fifteen-year-old girl hesitated, not fully understanding what was going on.

"You don't have to lie, you know," Mace said, looking at his daughter lovingly. "Your mother and I have had our suspicions for a while."

"Ellen, you've been showing your ass around here quite a lot lately," Diane said. "You've been teasing your poor father by the way you sit… the way you walk… and he's getting horny as hell because of it."

"She's right, honey," Mace said. "Why, the way you're sitting now… I can see right up between your legs. I can see your panties from where I'm sitting. You're fifteen years old, honey, and a girl that age doesn't expose herself like that unless she's been getting fucked now and then — and wants more!"

"Father!" Ellen exclaimed, flushing at his words. "I didn't know… I mean I…"

"You're an awfully pretty girl, Ellen," Diane said, squirming her naked buttocks on the carpet. She lifted one hand and began to caress her own breasts suggestively. "And I have a hunch you've been showing yourself off to your father for a reason. Tell the truth now, dear… haven't you been trying to seduce him?"

"I… no, Mother," Ellen said, still blushing, but her eyes moved from the waving penis of her father to the open and hairy slit of her mother. "Well maybe…"

"There isn't any maybe about it," Mace said. "Out with it, honey. Admit you've had sexual ideas about me."

"You… you won't get mail… at me?" Ellen questioned, her voice dropping lower, ashamed of herself. "You won't… beat me?"

Diane laughed, pulling the nipple of her right breasts. "Beat you? Darling, your father would much rather fuck you!"

Ellen looked from one to the other, astonished at the outspokenness of them. She had never heard her parents use such words before; but she also had never seen them naked, either. "Well…" she said hesitantly. "I guess… I have, Father."

"Have what?" he teased. "Tell us about it." With those words, he wrapped his fingers around his penis and slowly massaged the full length, trying to let his daughter know about his desire by action. "Tell us how you feel, honey."

"I… I would… like it, Father," Ellen said, her embarrassment no longer apparent. Her dark eyes gleamed in the light now, and her breasts began to move up and down as her breathing became faster. "Yes, I've wanted to… to have you do it to me for a long time. Every since I was a little girl, even."

"Would you like for me to fuck you now, honey?" Mace said, seeing the excitement grow in his young daughter's eyes. "Would you like for me to shove my prick into your cunt tonight?"

Ellen murmured her answer softly, and her parents watched as she writhed her buttocks on the chair as her passion bubbled up from within her slender body. "Ooooo…" she cooed, her eyes shining brightly. "Yes, yes! Oh, God, yes, Father!"

"Then," Diane said softly, working her hand down her belly to rub gently at her exposed clitoris. "Why don't you take off your clothes, darling. Your father has nice hard prick… and I'm sure you'll like it better than any of those silly kids you've been fucking around with."

Eagerly, Ellen stood up and began stripping her clothing from her body with nervous fingers. Mace's penis throbbed in hungry anticipation as each article fell from her. In seconds, Ellen was standing in her proud beauty before them, her face contorted in lust. Mace stared at his naked daughter, seeing the firm, upstanding breasts with erect, pink nipples at the center of her creamy mounds. Her stomach was flat, and below that a perfectly beautiful triangle of lush, silken pubic hair. Her long, smooth thighs were tanned, as was the rest of her body. Two small strips at breasts and pelvis gleamed whitely where the sun's rays could not penetrate the tiny bikini she wore.

Ellen stood and basked in their appreciation of her lithe beauty, then she became aggressive. Her thighs flashed as she moved toward her father. She knelt before him, her hand out to stroke his penis. She cooed over it as her hands caressed the smooth shaft and her fingers tickling his hairy testicles. Mace leaned back, his shoulders against the cushions of the couch, his penis standing strongly up from his groin. Ellen stroked and fondled her father's genitals, animal-like sounds bubbling from her throat. Her eyes were glazed over with a film of lust. Then, to his amazement, his daughter leaned forward and planted a moist kiss on the tip of his oozing organ.

"Oooohhh, God!" Ellen moaned, looking up at her father's face with passionate eyes. "Father… Father, I…"

"I know, honey," he said in a soft voice, smiling at her. "I know what you want. It's all right, Ellen. You can do it if you want."

"Oh, yes, yes!" Ellen murmured. "I do… I do! I want so much to… taste it… to suck it for you! I want to suck your… your… cock! I want you to come in my mouth, Father! I want to drink your semen!"

"All right, darling," Diane said softly, watching her daughter fondle the enormous member. "Suck it for him. I can wait… for awhile, at least."

A low moan came from deep in Ellen's throat, and she could hold back no longer. She lay flat out on the floor, holding her shoulders up with her elbows. Her father's penis was directly below her pretty face, throbbing and oozing with anxious desire. Ellen ran her long, pink tongue out and lapped delicately at the undersurface, her eyes wide open, her mind reeling with this life-long desire. Now, after wanting this so much, she was realizing her greatest ambition — to suck her father's penis to ejaculation!

From one side to the other of the thick shaft, Ellen flicked her moist tongue, licking and cooing her passion against the hard flesh. With one hand she held the base of it, running her tongue between the strands of his wiry pubic hair. She pressed the weapon down onto his stomach, licking at the huge vein on the undersurface, working her way down until she felt his testicles on the tip of her tongue. Quickly, she sucked one of the orbs into her mouth, chewing gently on the wrinkled flesh. Mace caressed the side of his daughter's head as she paid homage to his penis, encouraging her. But Ellen required no encouragement; she was too hungry for this hairy, hardened feast below her face. She slid her warm tongue up the throbbing length of his member, twirling it about the swollen and smooth head. She licked up the bead of semen that oozed from within, swallowing the slimy fluid with relish. Her wet lips parted and she slipped them over the smooth, bulbous head of her father's organ. Clasping them tightly around the thickness of him, she tickled her tongue about the sensitive slit, trying to probe into it. After a few moments of this, she shoved her face down farther on his weapon, gulping as much of the monstrous organ an — possible deeply into her throat. Slowly, she began to suck on him, her cheeks sinking inward to create a tight, moist, slick sheath for him. Up and down she went sucking and licking, moist sounds coming from her stretched lips. She moaned her delight constantly, her eyes glancing up to see his face now and then. Her eyes sparkled with happiness, seemingly smiling at her father as she mouthed his penis gleefully.

Mace and his wife watched as their daughter sucked greedily at his penis, seeing her slim back ripple with muscles. Her compact and smooth buttocks clenched from time to time as her own passion grew higher and higher. Her slender thighs parted and closed, her hips working up and down in gentle motion, pressing her pubic mound into the soft carpet. Intense sensations of sensual pleasure flowed throughout her young body as she happily sucked on her father's organ. As long as she could remember, this is what she had wanted to do. Now, at last, she was realizing her erotic, incestuous dream.

Diane, her mind inflamed from watching her daughter perform orally upon her husband, suddenly spread out on her stomach, her face above the smooth quivering buttocks of her Ellen. With amazement — delighted amazement — Mace watched as his wife pressed her lips to her daughter's rounded, quivering bottom. Diane kissed the young girl on the right cheek, then moved to the left. Her tongue fluttered out to leave wet traces of saliva as she licked about the luscious buttocks, her hands caressing the fullness of them. Ellen arched her bottom up into her mother's face, eager for the obscene love.

While still sucking on her father's penis, Ellen lifted her lower body from the carpet, pulling her knees below her stomach. Now, with her buttocks in the air, waving enticingly, Diane moved herself around behind the willing girl. She looked at the hair-fringed lips of her daughter's vagina, then rolled onto her back. She shoved her face between the smooth inner thighs of the girl and, gripping the rounded, compact cheeks, pulled the dripping orifice to her mouth. She began to kiss and lick at Ellen's vagina, nibbling delicately on the inflamed clitoris. Her hot tongue wormed its way between the sweet lips and delved deeply into the slippery opening. Ellen began to grind her buttocks down into her mother's face, groaning and sucking with frenzy at the throbbing, jerking organ of her father.

Her happiness overflowed. She gurgled as Mace lifted his hips, shoving his penis deep into her eager throat, feeling her mother's twirling tongue work in and out of her pulsating vagina. She squealed in delicious delight as the spasms of multiple orgasms erupted in her body. She squirmed and writhed her vagina against the insanely sucking mouth of Diane, gyrating her bottom in lewd abandonment. Then she found her bliss complete; her father's penis began spurting into her mouth. Gulping and swallowing wildly, Ellen strived to accept every drop of the thick, frothy sperm as it shot forth. She tasted the slimy liquid before it rolled down her throat, and she continued to climax with tremendous convulsions into the open mouth of Diane.

Totally exhausted, but happier than any other time in her life, Ellen relaxed in the glow that warmed her body. Every muscle — every fiber — seemed to be rubber. A small drop of her father's semen was drying at the corner of her lips, and she sighed up at them. She was on her back, sprawled as her firm breasts heaved up and down.

"Oh…" She said in a thick voice, "I love you both."

It was not revealed how the three went about sexually initiating Alex, the not yet fourteen-year-old son of this strange family. But initiate him they did. Once he was a member of the three in sexual games, he became quite eager to participate. Now, Ellen hardly ever dated, but stayed home and enjoyed her erotic activities with members of her family. When she did date, her sexual relations remained as always. Sometimes she would allow her date sexual freedom, and other times she would not. Although she thoroughly enjoyed any and all forms of sex, her preference was to either fellate her father or brother, or copulate with them.

The family no longer remained separated while indulging in sex, but would copulate orally or genitally before each other. Alex developed a preference for penetrating his sister or mother anally, and each was always willing to oblige him.

It was at a small gathering of the Smiths and Powells one summer night that they decided to make a huge orgy among themselves. Brien and his wife, Sally, were having drinks with Diane and Mace. Brien brought up the subject of wishing he could copulate with Ellen.

"You know, Mace," he said, "how good it is to fuck a tender young pussy. Nadine is quite good, as you well know. I've wondered about sticking the meat to that beautiful daughter of yours. She isn't a virgin, is she?"

Mace laughed. "No, Ellen isn't a virgin. And to tell the truth, since I enjoyed fucking that cute girl of yours, I've gone all the way. I've fucked Ellen quite a few times, myself."

"Is that a fact?" Brien said, studying Mace and Diane. "Say, you don't suppose we could get the kids with us, do you?"

"That's up to them," Diane said. "I believe your two would jump at the chance, but I'm not so sure about ours."

"Let's get them all together," Brien said. "We can sort of feel them out, you might say."

The four adults became excited at the prospect, and Sally called her two children on the phone. Ellen and Alex were in their bedrooms. They came out and sat politely, wondering what was up. Then Joel and Nadine entered the Smith's house. For a moment, nothing was said, then Brien suddenly spoke. "Nadine, you would like to get fucked by Mace again, wouldn't you?"

Alex and Ellen gasped at the statement, staring in wide-eyed shock at the man. Then, slowly, they looked from their mother to their father. Seeing the expression on their faces, understanding dawned on their young faces. Ellen was the first to react. She giggled softly, staring at Brien. "How wonderful!" she exclaimed, then let her eyes drop to his lap, her tongue licking her full lips suggestively.

Nadine, having a considerable amount of experience in such things, smiled shyly and walked directly toward Mace. With total lack of inhibitions, she dropped to her knees before him, her eager fingers fumbling at his pants. She found the zipper and tugged it downward. Once Mace's fly was open, she darted a small hand inside and pulled forth his growing penis. The small girl sighed and cooed over the hardening instrument for a few moments, then lowered her face and began to lick and kiss it as the head became swollen — the shaft hard. The four adults and three youngsters watched, all approving of this oral action on the part of this child.

The fuse was ignited, and the group became animated. Nadine's mother moved to her young daughter and began to remove her clothing as the young girl wrapped her lips about the throbbing penis of Mace. In moments, the slim child was naked. Alex, his own penis throbbing, knelt behind the girl and began to caress and fondle her small buttocks.

Ellen, her inner nature of erotic desires bursting through, reached for the young boy, Joel, her hands seeking his penis hidden inside his pants. The adults watched this sexual activity among their respective children, Mace the only one involved. They smiled their approval as Ellen leaned her head down and started sticking the growing organ of Joel, pulling the full length of the flesh deep into her throat.

Alex, not content with feeling around of the young girl's buttocks, pulled her away from his father. Pressing her to the carpet, he struggled free of his clothing. Nadine, seeing what his intentions were, spread her thighs lewdly, grinding her small bottom into the nap of the rug. Now naked, Alex lowered himself between the little girl's thighs. Nadine reached down and grasped his jerking weapon and guided it into her waiting slit. Moans of pleasure came from the two little ones as Alex drove deeply into her vagina. Nadine lifted her legs and wrapped her heels about his lunging buttocks, her arms holding him tightly down on her breasts.

Ellen was swiftly undressing herself, just as Joel was doing. When the two were naked, Ellen had the younger child lay down, and she straddled his body. Joel looked up between her thighs, seeing the silky bush of her pubic hair framing the pink and glistening lips of her lovely vagina. "That's a real cute cunt you have, Ellen," he said. "Real eating pussy!"

Ellen giggled down at him, her hands spreading the lips of her vagina as she slowly lowered her body downward. With one hand, she held his jerking cudgel motionless as she sat directly down on it. She sighed as the boy's penis slipped smoothly into her. "You can eat my cunt later, Joel," she said with a thick voice, "but right now I want to get fucked!"

The Smiths and Powells watched their children copulate, the smooth rippling muscles of the young people as they strained tightly together. Ellen's teenaged buttocks could be seen quivering in her effort to bounce up and down on the small boy's upright organ, and her lips hung slack as she threw her pretty head back in wanton delight. His weapon was observed by the four adults as she worked up and down it, and they watched it slide in and out of her tightly clasping, vaginal lips. The scene of four teen-aged children copulating eagerly was highly stimulating to the two men and two women. Both fathers had tremendous erections, and the mothers genitals were pulsating with growing desire.

Although the parents of the copulating children were squirming about in sexual heat, they did nothing to relieve themselves at the moment. Their interest — their pleasure — was only in watching their children fornicate in happy abandonment. Being young and strong, the children maintained the high peak of sensation for a long, long time. The younger ones, Alex and Nadine, were the first to groan out their impending orgasm.

"I'm coming!" Nadine whined in a high voice. "I feel like I… I'm going to come!"

"Me too," Alex shouted, his hips pumping in rapid rhythm to her small pelvis. "Faster, Nadine… fuck back faster!"

The little girl tried, but she was experiencing a series of small, explosive orgasms that wracked her small body in convulsive mewls of intense delight. She became uncoordinated, and her body was flopping around on the floor like a fish out of water. She was gasping loudly, her nostrils flaring open. Her sad eyes, no longer sad now, were wide and staring in unseen disbelief at what was happening to her. It was not that she was unaccustomed to having orgasms in this manner, but she still held wonderment in her mind that it could be so pleasurable.

"Aaaahhhh… yeah, yeah, yeah," chanted Alex. "Now… now… I'm coming! I'm going!"

"It feels…" Nadine mumbled throatily, "it feels oooohhh… fuck me, Alex! Me too! I'm coming too! Fuck me, fuck me! Ooohhh…"

"God!" murmured Diane. "I don't know if I can stand it! It's so… so… beautiful! Fuck her, Alex! Fuck the piss out of her little twat!" she screamed at her son. Unable to restrain herself, she lifted her buttocks and bunched her dress about her waist. Her fingers dived beneath the elastic waistband of her panties and she began to masturbate her clitoris furiously. Brien, the nearest male to her, pulled his organ free and immediately Diane gripped it in her fist, beating up and down the hardened piece of flesh in frenzy.

Mace, seeing his daughter bang her naked buttocks up and down wildly on the erect penis of the younger boy, grew so heated he was unable to keep from moving to her, on hands and knees. He shoved his face forward and began to kiss and lick at her bouncing, trembling cheeks as she rode the boy below. Feeling her father's warm, moist lips and tongue on her bare flesh, Ellen reached behind her bottom and pressed the back of his head.

"Do it, Daddy!" she moaned in passion. "Kiss my ass! Kiss it… kiss it… I'm about to… come God… Oh, God… yes… Kiss my ass, Daddy!"

The moisture flowing from her clasping vagina rolled in rivulets down the boy's penis as she jerked up and down it, matting the hair on his testicles. Joel was pulling and smashing her swinging breasts in alternate pressure, and Ellen could no longer hold back her building climax. An animal like howl ripped from her lips, and she rammed her open crotch down hard onto his writhing pelvis. Her vagina convulsed into spasms of muscular distortion as the orgasm struck. Her naked body shook, and she bit hard into her bottom lip at the exquisite sensations she was receiving. She convulsed again as the young boy below shot a thick, sticky load of sperm high into her palpitating orifice, and each time she felt the frothy liquid splash against her cervix, she exploded again. Now unable to move up and down, she settled tightly against his squirting organ, accepting all he had to offer.

Mace gripped his daughter's quivering hips and pressed his face deeply into the tightly clenching crevice of her bottom. He probed his tongue as far as possible, striving to reach the tiny pucker of her anus. Unable to do so, he satisfied himself with gentle lickings of the smooth skin, feeling her young body hotly climaxing.

During all this obscene spectacle, Sally had undressed and was sitting in her chair with heels on the cushion, knees wide. She had two fingers buried deeply into her own vagina, the other hand torturing her throbbing, swelling breasts. Her eyes burned with lust as she looked from one wicked scene to the other. She observed her daughter explode into orgasm while being copulated by the son of her neighbors; the tremendous outpouring of youthful passion as her own son lifted his buttocks high into the open crotch of the teen-aged girl; the masturbating hand of her friend on her husband's throbbing penis. She saw Diane's hand working with insane frenzy beneath the crotch of her panties, and she knew that if someone — anyone — did not relieve the growing lust inside her body, she would be unsatisfied by a simple, childish masturbation.

The children, now satiated for the moment, disconnected themselves from their partners and sighed in happy contentment. Joel was the first to notice the intense way his mother was caressing her open vagina. He moved to her and without hesitation, shoved his face into her parted thighs.

"Yes, darling," Sally murmured happily, caressing the back of his head as she felt his tongue work back and forth over the tip of her sensitive, throbbing clitoris. "Eat me, darling! Suck Mother's pussy… make her come… tongue-fuck Mother's cunt, darling…"

Joel wrapped his hands about his mother's twisting hips, clasping her buttocks as he gurgled into her hairy slit. His tongue worked up and down, tasting each quivering lip, then diving deeply into the warm, moist hole. Moist, sucking sounds came from mother and son, and Sally arched her hips forward, spreading her thighs wide, giving better access to her pulsating and dripping vagina to the wetly licking mouth of Joel.

Alex, seeing Joel perform this lewd act upon his mother, decided he would do the same. He looked up at his mother's parted thighs, seeing the crotch-band of her panties moving swiftly as she fingered herself. He saw the wild and quick movements of her other hand on the massive organ of Brien, and he knew she was burning — boiling — with the need for sexual gratification. On hands and knees, he moved to her. Diane saw her son come forth through lust-filmed eyes, and her slack lips smiled broadly. Pulling her hand from beneath her panties, she shoved her buttocks forward, watching as he pulled aside the white band of her panties. The hairy expanse of her dripping vagina now exposed to him, Alex pressed a loud kiss directly on the pulsating lips. Diane lifted her heavy thighs, placing them about his shoulders, her heels banging against his back. Alex began his feast, lapping as a dog at the furry entrance of the delicious channel. He found her clitoris and nibbled delicately with his teeth, the tip of his tongue fluttering about the sensitive organ. Running his hands about her sides, he gripped her panty-clad bottom, pulling her tightly into his eager face.

Mace, his daughter Ellen, and the younger girl Nadine, watched the incestuous cunnilingus for a long moment. Then Nadine moved to her father, closing her small mouth about the head of his penis. She gripped his testicles tightly in her palms and began to suck in rhythm with Diane's pumping hand.

"Jack, him off," she said after a bit, pulling her lips away to lick tenderly at the oozing slit. "Jack Daddy off in my mouth…"

Diane was too wrapped up in what her son was doing to hear the young girl, but it did not matter in the least. Her hand continued its furious up-and-down movements, as if she would never turn it loose for any reason.

"God," Mace moaned at the debauchery before him. "Christ, Ellen… I've got to do something with this!" He waved his enormous organ at her. "Suck me, honey! Suck me off… quick!"

Ellen was eager to comply, and she dropped her head into his lap. Gurgling deep in her throat, she began to suck in hungry, bobbing motions on her father's penis. Her white, rounded buttocks waved in the air, quivering at the salacious things happening around her. The two fathers, now so worked up by the things they had watched their children do, did not last very long. Almost at the same time, they began to spew forth their thick and foamy sperm into the girls mouths. Both girls swallowed happily, lapping for more of the liquid squirting from their fathers testicles. Joel and Alex brought their mothers to full completion, drinking down what juices they could suck from the pulsating organs.

Now the edge was off the passions of the two families, and they could relax to think about what they had initiated. Shame was not apparent in any of them and they openly discussed the things they were doing — and would do in the future. It was decided that night they would try and seek out others who had a family with the same inclinations as they had. This proved more difficult than thought. Although the Smiths and Powells answered many ads and inserted their own in the underground newspapers, the replies were almost negligible. One family they contacted too far away for convenience sounded interested. For a month they corresponded back and forth, exchanging photos of each other's family in lewd poses of fellatio and anal intercourse. Nothing came of this contact due to the distance involved.

Many answered their ads, expressing interest in them, but had no family of their own to offer. Some flatly stated they would be interested in copulating with a mother and daughter at the same time, or the wife with father and son, yet they would not offer their own children in exchange. These replies were ignored by the Smiths and Powells, because they were not interested in giving access to the young teen-agers unless others were willing.

It did not matter to the children who became their sex partners — willing to accept the exchange with men and their wives regardless whether they had youngsters or not. But the parents maintained their desire to exchange only with full families, and to date they have not contacted anyone else willing to produce their own children in such an exchange.

The Harrison Family

Sean Harrison is a middle-aged man of almost fifty years old. He owns his own company, manufacturing plastic handles for kitchen ware. It is a small company employing only five men and two women. Yet he earns a good deal of money, and of late has been thinking of expanding into the production of toys for preteen children. He is balding with gray streaking the remaining amount of hair.

His wife, Joan, was a pretty woman who never seemed to require a diet. She dresses in the lastest fashions, giving no thought to money spent. Now in her early forties, she has lost her interest in sex. She does not actually deny her husband access to her body, but before their entrance into an incestuous relationship with their daughter, she would have all sorts of excuses to keep him at his distance. Things changed quickly once their daughter, Pamie, was brought into things.

Pamie is a lovely young girl of seventeen. She is quite popular in the high school she attends, and is constantly fighting off the eager hands of her dates. She has been compared in looks to the movie star, Raquel Welch, on many occasions.

The telegram told of the serious illness of Joan's mother, and she had to rush out of town quickly. She dreaded to leave — especially at this time — because her daughter's birthday had been planned, and many preparations were still to be made. Now, the party had been called off. Although Pamie understood the reason her mother had to leave and did not begrudge this, she was extremely disappointed at not having a party for her seventeenth birthday.

"Listen, pet," her father told her after they had seen her mother off at the airport. "You and I will celebrate together, how's that?"

"Oh, would you, Daddy?" Pamie said eagerly, hugging his arm tightly as they drove home. "That would be wonderful."

"Sure thing, pet," he smiled down at the lovely girl. "But I have to go back to the plant for a few hours. Tell you what… you take some money and go buy a nice dress… go to the beauty parlor and get dolled up. I'll be home no later than seven and we'll do the town."

With bubbling anticipation, Pamie made an appointment with the hairdresser and then went shopping. Pamie had always worn her auburn hair straight, but now she decided to have it waved, improving on the resemblance to the movie star.

That evening in her bedroom, she began dressing for her "date" with her father. She was so happy at the prospect of being with him — like a real date with a grown man — she chose her finest and frilliest clothing.

The tiny panties she slipped over her curving hips were almost non-existent, almost like a fog mist that concealed her lush pubic mound. She was unable to halter her swelling breast because the gown she had purchased was cut very low — daringly so. The skirt was full, hanging to her knees. She peered at herself in the full length mirror, and almost decided not to wear the gown because of the amount of cleavage she exposed.

"Honey! I'm home," she heard her father call from the living room. "Ready to go?"

Once more she glanced into the mirror, wondering if her father would be mad at the grown-up way she looked in the dress. No, she thought. Tonight I'm seventeen… and I am grown up! Giggling happily, she went into the living room to greet her father.

"Hey now!" he said softly, looking at his beautiful daughter appreciatively. "I didn't realize you were such a beauty, Pamie."

Flushing from the praise, she lowered her eyes shyly, holding her hands before her as he stared at her. With a drink in his hand, Sean toasted her and took a quick sip. "Turn around, pet, let me get a good look at you."

"Is… is it alright, Daddy?" she asked hesitantly. "The dress… is it alright for me?"

"Baby," he said with a wide smile, "It's the perfect dress for you! Turn around," he repeated. "Let me see you."

No longer worried about the low cleavage, Pamie twirled happily for him. The skirt swirled up, higher and higher as she turned. Sean was granted a better look at her than he had bargained for. His eyes bugged as the skirt flew about her waist, and the wisp of panties did nothing to conceal the dark shadow of her pubic triangle and the firm, rounded buttocks she innocently exposed.

Although Pamie was unaware of her exposure, her father was extremely aware of it. He felt the stirrings of sexual desire in his groin, and he turned from her quickly, gulping the last of his drink.

"I'm ready, Mister Harrison," Pamie said sweetly, still unknowing of the passion she had created in her father.

"Then," he choked down his lust with difficulty, "Let us go, Miss Harrison."

She took his arm and Sean led his daughter to the waiting car. He opened the door for her with a flourish, and giggling, Pamie slid into the seat. As she did so, a wide expanse of her smooth, creamy thigh became exposed as the skirt rode high. Troubled, Sean slammed the door and walked around the car. Settling himself beneath the wheel, he started the engine. "I've made reservations at the best place in town. Nothing is too good for my girl — not on her birthday!"

"Oh, I'm so happy!" she cried, sliding over on the seat to be near him. She was unaware of the tremble in his body as her left thigh pressed against his. "It's like a real date, Daddy! Only with a man, this time."

"You mean your boyfriends aren't men?" he teased, trying to rid himself of the passion that continued to rumble in his groin.

"They're just children!" Pamie said, tossing her auburn hair scornfully. "All they know is a hamburger and Coke, or a drive-in movie."

With car in motion now, Sean chuckled at his daughter's pretended adult ways. He listened to her excited chatter as they drove across town to the expensive restaurant. He listened, but his mind wasn't on what she was saying. The image of her wispy panties below the swirling skirt; the expanse of smooth thigh-flesh, burned in his brain. His penis was semi-erect by the time he pulled the car into the parking area, refusing the attendant permission to park the car. Turning off the motor, he turned toward his chattering daughter.

"I have a bottle in the compartment, pet," he said. "Hand it to me, will you please?"

Obediently, Pamie opened the glove compartment and pulled out a half pint of bourbon. Handing it to him, she said, "I didn't know you kept whiskey in the car, Daddy. Does Mother know about this?"

"Hey now," he said, patting her on the knee, and quickly jerked his hand away. He didn't know if it was simply his imagination or not, but he was certain she had pressed the knee against him harder. "A man's got to have some secrets, doesn't he? Besides, your mother is too occupied with other things to concern herself with what I do."

Pamie watched him twist the cap from the neck of the bottle and take a long pull at the amber liquid. Holding the bottle, he looked quizzically at his daughter for a long moment. Then, making up his mind, he offered the bottle to her. "Here, you might as well celebrate right. Have a drink."

Pamie took the bottle, holding it up and peering doubtfully at the contents. "I don't know, Daddy," she said. "I've never drank this stuff before."

"Oh, go ahead," he urged. "It isn't everyday a lovely girl becomes seventeen, is it? Go on, it won't hurt you."

Slowly Pamie brought the neck of the bottle to her lips. She tilted it and tasted the fiery liquid gush into her mouth. It burned her throat as it rolled past, causing tears to come into her large eyes. Gasping, she handed it back to him. "That's terrible stuff, Daddy!" she wheezed, patting her breasts in an effort to halt the burning sensation. "How can you drink it?"

Sean chuckled and capped the bottle. Pamie replaced it in the glove compartment and they continued toward the restaurant. Before they were half way there, Pamie felt the whiskey explode inside her stomach. Immediately a warm glow enveloped her and she felt better.

Sean had made reservations for a booth in the rear of the restaurant, and Pamie ordered a large steak. "How about a large bottle of champagne," Sean said to the wine waiter. "My daughter is celebrating tonight."

"Of course, sir," the waiter said and moved off.

"Champagne! Oh, Daddy… should we?" Her eyes shined brightly at him in the dim room. "I mean will they serve me? Am I old enough to drink champagne?"

"Tonight, baby," he said expansively, "you're old enough to do anything you want!"

Squealing happily, Pamie hugged his arm tightly to her breasts, and immediately set up the unwanted reaction of intense desire in her father.

The steaks were devoured eagerly and hungrily, then Sean poured champagne for his daughter. He toasted her on becoming seventeen and they drank. Pamie wrinkled her nose cutely as the bubbles tickled her, and again erupted into childish giggles. Four glasses later, she was feeling warm and full of love for this wonderful father of hers who was treating her like a grown-up girl instead of a child.

Sean was drinking heavily — more than he had in a long time — and the more cozy Pamie became with him, the more he lusted for her. He began to wonder if she was aware of the teasing she was doing, and once when she pressed her thigh tight against his, he returned the pressure. This started a game between them of leg movements. First she would press at his leg, then he would do the same with her. She did not seem aware of the intense gazing her father was doing at the milky part of her swelling breasts. She was happy — happier than she could ever remember — and it was all in fun. Father and daughter had never been so close before, and they were making the most of it.

Finally the celebration ended, and they left the dimly lit restaurant. Pamie held her father's arm and skipped childishly as the champagne flowed through her veins. She glowed with youthful vitality, and when they arrived home, Sean parked the car inside the garage. The automatic lights came on soon as the door banged down. He got out of the car and automatically started toward the door leading into the house.

"You forgot me!" Pamie squealed, opening her door and slipping a slender thigh to the garage floor. In her somewhat intoxicated state, she was unaware of the exposure she presented to her father, who turned and stared at her. The wispy band of her panty-crotch was fully exposed to him, and for a long moment he stared at it, his penis growing into stiff erection. Pamie waited, looking at him, and suddenly she noticed the bulging object inside his pants. Her eyes widened as she looked back at him; father looking at her open crotch, she staring at the throbbing erection. Electrical sparks seemed to flicker from one to the other, and Pamie was the first to recover. A flush tinged her smooth cheeks as she realized at last what was causing his erection. Quickly she slid her other leg from the car and father and daughter walked into the house without speaking.

Sean went directly to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a stiff drink. Pamie watched him gulp it down swiftly, then pour another. "Can…" she said in a stilted voice, "May I have one… Daddy?"

With a strained voice, Sean turned to his daughter. He saw the loveliness of her face, the rounded, swelling contours of her slender body. "Why not, baby?"

Pamie sipped the drink he mixed for her, then flopped down onto the couch. "I didn't want it to end," she said sadly.

"What?" he turned to face his daughter. "What was that, baby?"

"I hate for it to end, Daddy," she said, enjoying the soft glow that filled her body.

"Okay," he said, moving to the stereo, "it won't end yet. You and I will have a dance or two, how's that?"

The sadness left her pretty face, and she quickly stood up. The soft music filled the room as she drifted into her father's arms. Pressing tightly against him, they moved about the room in a dreamy waltz. "A little different from what you kids call dancing today, isn't it?"

Pamie sighed and lifted her head from his wide chest to look up at his face. "Yes… but this is nice, Daddy." Then she snuggled up against him again, feeling his thigh work between hers as they slowly moved around the room. She was aware of the pressure of his groin of the throbbing coming from his genitals. She was also aware now that it was her that caused this erection. She did not dwell on the moral aspects of this she simply relaxed and enjoyed the dance and the pressure of his body against hers. She began to feel the warming tremors of her own sensual being come into play, and almost of its own volition, her hips pressed back to him. The huge organ of her father shoved tight against her stomach, and Pamie felt a shiver of delicious sensation race up and down her spine.

Finally Sean pulled from his daughter. Holding her about the waist, he leaned his upper torso from hers, looking down into her eyes. She stared back at him, and he could see the questioning expression in her face. "Time to go to bed, baby," he said huskily.

Pamie dropped her hands from his waist and turned reluctantly toward the hallway. At the door, she paused and looked over her shoulder at him, an expectant look on her face. She saw him turn from her and go to the bar once more. Sighing, Pamie went to her bedroom. There, she removed her new gown with care, draping it over a chair for the night. The tiny panties fell to the floor, discarded by the trembling girl. She pulled a nylon gown from her dresser and slipped it over her head. The gown was sheer, and fell to the bottom of her sensuous hips. Flicking off her night lamp, Pamie crawled into her bed, pulling the sheet over her. She stared up at the dim shadows on the ceiling, sighing for something she knew was wrong.

For a long time she lay there, eyes wide open and sleep eluding her as the thoughts flowed in her mind. She knew what was wrong, but she dared not put it in voice. Her naked buttocks writhed on the bed, and she found she wanted something more than any of her boyfriends had ever been permitted to do. Her nipples swelled and brushed across the nylon fabric of her short gown harshly. She could feel her vagina pulsating and becoming moist with desire, and the more the lewd thoughts flamed inside her brain, the more she squirmed her buttocks against the bed sheets. Oh God, her mind moaned. I can't… not that! It's wrong… so wrong…

Pamie did not know how long she lay there before she heard the noise. It wasn't a loud sound — hardly a whisper. She turned to face her bedroom door and peered into the dimness, her eyes widening a little as the tall form took shape as the door opened. Without a word of greeting — or explanation, Sean moved into his daughter's room. The man stopped at the edge of the bed, looking down at the sheet outlining the lithe form of his daughter.

She felt the bed sag as his body sat down next to her. She started trembling when he leaned down, his face close to hers. Her breasts rose and fell with anticipation, and as his lips pressed down against the moist petals she puckered for him, a tremendous tremor shocked her. Knowing what he wanted — why he was there in her room — Pamie's arms lifted of their own volition to wrap around his neck. Hugging him tightly, she returned the kiss. She was not surprised to feel his wet tongue lick along her lips, then pressure into her mouth. She began to suck on the oral appendage, playfully teasing it with her own tongue as the kiss became more intense.

"D-da… Daddy…" she whimpered.

"Shhhh, baby," Sean caressed the auburn hair fanned out around her head. "It's all right… everything's going to be all right…"

Pamie closed her eyes, waiting, ready…

Sean quickly stripped his pajamas away and lay down next to her. He cupped a swiftly heaving breast in one hand, gently rolling the nipple about in his warm palm. Pamie sighed and lay still. Sean was now kissing the smooth cheek of her face, tenderly licking at the delicate flesh; her eyes, her nose, her lips and chin. He sucked gently at her neck as his hand moved from one firm, swelling breast to the other, tweaking the erect and throbbing nipples with forefinger and thumb. As his hands moved about her body, Pamie felt her father press against her hip and thigh. She knew he was again erect because she could easily feel the heat and pulsations coming from the immense organ jutting from between his thighs. The closeness thrilled her, caused her body to flare with heat.

Sean moved his hand down the flat plane of her stomach, feeling the small muscles quiver beneath the nylon gown. Lower… lower… and then — and then she caught her breath as his fingers lay lightly on her pubic mound. Wanting to move — to respond to the gentle pressure he was now applying to her mound, she was afraid to do anything that would stop this incestuous caress.

She could hear his breathing coming in short, quick gasps as he caressed her, his fingers moving delicately over the slightly rounded hump of her genitals. With feminine intuition, Pamie knew that no matter what she did now, nothing would stop her father… unless it was outright refusal, and then she wasn't very sure that would work. His incessant lips were still tracing a hungry line about her shell-like ear, and she was shivering now as the sensation of passion flowed like boiling lava throughout her body. Pamie began to squirm beneath his hand, her tight buttocks moving in small circular motions on the bed. She was half moaning, half sighing as his fingers slipped up and, down the sensitive lips of her vagina. Then she felt his fingers lifting the gown, raising it above the fringe of pubic hair. The warm contact of his forefinger against the naked flesh of her vaginal lips sent an electrical impulse to her brain. It was as if a master switch had been thrown, setting into motion all her sensual being.

"Ooooohhhh… ooooohhhh…" she moaned, writhing her hips under his feeling fingers. She twisted sideways toward him, her arms going about his neck as she pulled her body tightly against him, molding her smaller frame to his larger one. Her pelvis pressed hard against the thick, rock-hard organ that swelled up toward his stomach. "Daddy… Oh, God, Daddy! Daddy… Daddy…"

"Hush, baby," he whispered hoarsely, his hand moving over her hip, lifting the gown further until it was bunched at her waist. "Don't talk. Don't say anything…"

"Aaaahhh…" she sighed as his hand slid over the swell of one luscious buttock, then pulling her groin tighter yet against his throbbing member. He cupped the delicious swell of her naked bottom and moved his palm up and down it, feeling the heated tremors as she shook in sensuous delight.

"Such a beautiful bottom," he whispered, his fingers tracing up and down the deep crevice from top to bottom. "Such a beautiful ass… so smooth… so lovely… so round…"

"Ooohhh, Daddy…"

"Shhhh, baby. Lie still. Let me…"

"Yes… Oh, God, yes!" she murmured, unable to obey him. She writhed against his body, her hot breath fanning his neck as she buried her face into his chest.

For a long time he caressed Pamie's bottom, feeling first one cheek then the other, tracing his fingers up and down the crack… even digging deeply into it to probe tenderly at the puckered opening of her anus. Pamie assisted him by lifting one slim thigh and placing it over his hip. Now she was fully exposed to his exploring digits, and Sean worked his fingers below her bottom and tugged gently at the tufts of hair he found framing her moist vaginal lips. Pamie was working her pelvis back and forth slowly, now and then jerking her hips in tiny gyrations of growing lust.

"Oh!" she said quickly, feeling one of his fingers slip between the moist lips of her vagina. "Oh! It… hurts, Daddy!"

Sean quickly removed his finger and pulled from her. He stared down at her face, the dim light casting shadows over her loveliness. Pamie stared back at him with wide, wondering eyes. "Baby," he said in surprise. "I didn't know… I thought…"

"It doesn't matter, Daddy," she whispered up at him.

"But it does, baby," he insisted. "It does! I'm sorry I didn't know you were still… a virgin!"

Pamie began to sob softly now, ashamed of her virginal state. She wanted so much to please her father, and now… now he was hurt by what? A thin membrane that meant nothing at all to her. "It's all right, Daddy!" She whimpered against his chest. "Please don't be mad at me."

"Mad? Oh, baby!" he hugged his sobbing daughter against his chest. "I'm not mad, baby! I'm… happy. I'm just happy you've saved yourself so long."

"But… but…" she blubbered. "You're disappointed. You wanted to… to… do something, didn't you?"

"Well, sure," he admitted. "I guess I did want to, baby. But now… well, it's best if you remain virgin."

"But I don't want to!" Pamie suddenly struggled out of his arms. She sat up and stared down at him, her eyes blazing with a fire he had never seen before. Quickly, Pamie jerked the nylon gown from her body, her swelling breasts quivering and shaking from the violent movement. "Look at me, Daddy! Am I not beautiful? Don't you desire me? Wouldn't you like to… to fuck me?" she blurted out.

Sean looked at his naked daughter, and he most certainly did desire her — and as evidence of his lust, his penis was jerking in a wild dance against his stomach. His testicles ached with need now — the need to empty into this lovely young teen-aged daughter of his.

"Well, Daddy?" Pamie said, stretching her arms behind her head, arching her pointed breasts out suggestively. She lifted her knees and tucked her heels against her buttocks, and the pose was one of delightful girl-flesh to his covetous eyes. He saw the dark strands of her pubic hair hiding the moist slit of her pink and willing vaginal canal, and his tongue licked out over dry lips. "Don't you find me desirable? You want me, don't you? I can tell you do… the way that your co… cock, is jerking around! You want to put it inside me; to fuck me! Come on, Daddy, admit! You want to fuck me!"

Sean was not shocked to hear his daughter talk to him in this manner. Instead he found it highly stimulating as he looked at her naked body. He knew she was right, yet he didn't want to deprive her of her virginity. That was a gift he wanted her to take to her husband someday, now that he found she still retained the thin barrier.

As he looked at her. Pamie reached down suddenly and wrapped her fingers about his long, thick organ. She gripped it tightly and slowly worked her fist up and down the full length. "I want you to do it, Daddy!" she hissed at him. "I want you to stick this beautiful prick inside me… inside my pussy! You hear that, Daddy? I want you to fuck me with this wonderful prick of yours! In my cunt, damn it!"

"Baby, baby…" Sean said, unable to control his emotions now. He wanted to do exactly as she so lewdly said. Yet a semblance of sanity seemed to remain deep in his burning brain. He reached for her and pulled her down on top of him, but Pamie did not relinquish her hold on the throbbing hardness of his penis. He kissed her hard, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. Her breasts flattened against his hairy chest as she groaned her lust into his mouth. With both hands he gripped the cheeks of her bottom, squeezing tight.

The kiss ended and Sean began to explain to Pamie the importance — as he thought of it — of remaining a fresh virgin for her wedding night in the future. All her arguments fell on deaf ears. Sean would not, hear of it… he refused to take away the precious thing she would give on her happiest day. "But, there's other ways, baby," he said, finding a way to break through her arguments. "We can do other things… things just as much fun… and you'll like them, too."

"All right, Daddy," she sighed, giving in to him. She knew how obstinate he was once his mind was made up. "But I so want you to fuck me!" Lifting herself from his body, she lay back, staring up at the ceiling once more. She was not as innocent as her father thought. Although her body was pure as ever, her mind was not. She had been dating for two years now, and in that length of time she had fought off many boys who wanted to take her virginity. Not a few times she had masturbated them to ejaculation, and she found her dates could be kept at bay in that manner. She allowed them freedom of her breasts, but if they ever wandered below her waist, she was quick to chastise them. It wasn't that Pamie valued her virginity all that much… she simply wanted to wait until the right time came along… and the rear seat of a car in some drive-in movie was not her idea of the right time. Now was the right time, she thought. In a comfortable bed where she could be totally naked and really throw herself into the action. Once she and a boy had attempted to rent a motel room. Unfortunately, the motel was operated by somewhat of a puritan and he had become suspicious of the young boy an… Pamie was also aware of oral relations, but had not indulged with the eager young boys who attempted persuade her. Only once had a boy ever came close to pressing his mouth against her genitals. He had become so frustrated in his desire — even after she had masturbated him — that they wound up in a wrestling match which she almost lost. Fortunately for Pamie, the boy had worked himself into such a position he was vulnerable to her counterattack. His face had been inches from her crotch, his hands tugging at her panty-band to free the orifice for his tongue. His hips were twisted toward her head, and Pamie had painfully dug her fingers, into his testicles and squeezed. The boy experienced the most severe pain possible and that was the last time he ever dated her.

Now Pamie had no desire to cause injury to the male who was slowly kissing his way clown her quivering belly. She wanted him to continue, and her husky voice encouraged him. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered thickly, "kiss me there! Kiss me between my legs… on my pussy…"

Sean's lips and tongue moved around her cute navel, probing wetly into the indentation. His hot breath burned on her flesh as his lips moved lower… lower and then she felt them at the top line of her pubic hair. Her hands moved down to caress his head, urging him lower yet. She parted her slim thighs, opening her crotch to his furious kisses. Her hips lifted, arching up the sensitive genitals that burned with hungry desire.

He was there!

She trembled and moaned loudly as she felt his lips make contact with the moist lips of her vagina. Sean parted the silky hairs with his fingers, exposing the pink flesh that pulsated so close to his face. A sweet fragrance of her young body drifted up to assault his nostrils. He breathed deeply, then with an involuntary groan, he shoved his face between her smooth inner thighs. With tongue and lips working furiously, he began to kiss and lick at the petal-like flesh, tasting the juices that she was giving forth. His hands worked past her hips to clutch at the quivering mounds of her buttocks, lifting the tender genitals to his ever-slobbering mouth. Pamie raised her legs and placed them about his head, closing them tightly about his ears. She held the back of his head in both hands, gyrating her bottom in lewd movements of insane lust.

Grinding her hair-fringed vagina into his face, she moaned, twisting her head from side to side with eyes closed, her white teeth biting into the full bottom lip painfully. "Suck me… suck me…" she crooned. "Suck my pussy, Daddy! Eat me… lick my cunt. Lick it good… kiss my snatch… make me come! God, make me come off!"

Sean's tongue probed between the sweet lips, licking with all the loving tenderness he could manage for his beautiful daughter. First one vaginal lip came under the moist caressings, then the other. Finally he clamped the glistening bud of her throbbing clitoris between his teeth and chewed lightly, his tongue fluttering across the inflamed tip of the sensitive piece of flesh.

Pamie bucked her hips wildly, grinding her vagina into his willing face with the strength of a lioness… The exquisite sensations of pleasure reached into her every fiber, and her nerves seemed raw from the need to explode into the dark abyss of lust. Her whole body seemed to scream with luscious delight. The pink nipples jutting up from the swelling mounds of her breasts seemed ready to explode, and she was certain her insides were about to be sucked from her body by the powerful suction being applied to her dripping vagina. The salacious lickings of her father were driving the young girl out of her skull. Goose bumps appeared on the smooth flesh, only to disappear and reappear as the delicious feelings of intense passion whipped throughout her naked frame.

Parting the lips with his mouth and cheek, Sean delved his tongue as far into the eager, clasping orifice as he could. He licked at the sleek sides of her vagina, striving to reach the hard knot of her cervix. He was aware of the storm of sensations he was creating in his daughter, and he wanted this mouthing to be the most sensational happening of her entire life. His tongue moved like a piston, in and out of her, now and then flickering up to taste the sweetness of her clitoris that throbbed on the tip of his nose. Wet gurgles came from his tightly pressed mouth, an obscene mixture that mingled with her loud sighs and moans.

He found himself hard put to keep his face glued between her thighs. She was gyrating and bucking her pelvis so wildly as the orgasm grew inside her lower body, he missed with his diving tongue a few times. Once, just as he was about to press the tip inside her vagina, she heaved mightily upwards, causing his tongue to dip at the puckered flesh of her clamped anus. At the unexpected contact on this portion of her body, Pamie almost went insane with explosive delight. Her vaginal lips convulsed immediately into a series of ever increasing orgasms.

"Oooohhh… aaaahhh… yeeessss…" she screamed, unable to hold in the bubbling joy that his tongue brought to her. "God… Christ, Daddy! I'm coming… coming… coming! Again oooohhh… I'm coming… again… don't stop stop… lick me… lick my pussy! Oh, God! Again again… It's… it's heaven!"

Sean brought his squirming daughter to climax after climax with his agile tongue and sucking lips. His hands gripped tightly at her writhing buttocks as he swallowed and swallowed the dripping lubrications that seeped from her vagina. Finally he lifted his head, face smeared with the moisture she had poured forth. Pamie sprawled in lewd abandon, exhausted more than any other time in her young life. She smiled laxly at him, her breasts heaving up and down in uncontrollable breathing. Small gasping sounds came from her as she tried to suck in needed air. His fingers caressed her trembling thighs as she rested.

"So beautiful, baby," he said, gazing down at the naked loveliness, the moistened hair circling her palpitating genitals. "You're so beautiful, my little baby."

Slowly, Pamie returned to normal, then said, "I'm not a baby, Daddy. Didn't I just prove that to you?"

"You'll always be my baby," he answered, fondling the smooth inner surface of her thigh near the soft pubic hair.

"But…" Pamie sat up, her breasts swaying delightfully with her movement. "But what about you, Daddy? You didn't come, did you?"

"That's all right, baby," he replied.

"No, it isn't all right," Pamie said. "Look at you. Your prick is about to burst… about to shoot off, any minute."

"Don't worry about me, darling," he said, but his voice gave the lie to his desires. "It's you that needed that."

"And you," she insisted, reaching for the weapon that cleaved the air with powerful jerks. Her fingers wrapped about the throbbing member and she began to jerk up and down on it. The head was swollen smooth, almost purple in color. "I'll do it to you, Daddy," she whispered softly. "I'll make you come off like you did me."

"I can't… ask… you to suck me, baby," he said.

"You don't have to ask me, Daddy," she smiled lewdly at him, her other hand cupping his hairy testicles as she masturbated his thick organ slowly. "I'm going to do it anyway."

Pamie squirmed her body around until she was flat on the bed, her face between his crossed thighs. She stared down at the small slit that oozed a thick, sticky fluid. Sean uncrossed his thighs and spread them out on either side of his naked daughter, leaning back on his hands. Holding the base of his hairy penis, Pamie lowered her face and kissed, the wet tip. She felt the heat of him and realized that if she didn't get on with it, she could easily wind up with a face full of his semen.

Parting her lips, she slipped them over the smooth, swollen head of his penis. The hot throb of the male member thrilled her as she accepted more of the hard shaft into her mouth. To her surprise, she found the unusual taste of his penis to her liking. She wasn't sure of her ability to take it into her mouth before, but now she gulped more of it into her oral cavity, feeling the smooth head slide over the roof of her mouth, the undersurface slipping wetly over her tongue. The head touched the rear of her mouth, at the entrance to her throat. Pamie gagged for a moment, and nausea threatened to erupt from her stomach. She choked the sensation down, determined to suck as much of his penis down into her throat as she possibly could. After all, had he not licked her almost to the point of insanity? It was the least she could do for him.

With her lips stretched tightly about the pulsating member, she began to suck up and down on it. Her tongue rode the undersurface, pressing it hard against the roof of her mouth. Every time the huge head slipped down her throat, she constricted it to make a tight sheath for him. No longer did she gag or choke but now strived to devour the full length. Slowly, she moved her face downward, experimenting with the amount she could swallow. Finally she was able to accept the total length of his penis without a strangling sensation. Pressing her face down into the wiry hairs of his pelvis, she felt his testicles on her chin. Holding there momentarily, she lifted his hairy orbs and rolled them about her chin lovingly, her mouth and throat filled to capacity with the monstrous organ. Her cheeks sunk inward as she pulled up. Then, holding just the swollen tip between her lips, she sucked hard as her tongue swirled and fluttered like a butterfly around the very end.

She could hear the sighs of contentment coming from her father as she sucked and licked at the jerking penis. And with those sounds, she renewed her moist efforts to bring forth his ejaculation with her mouth, tongue and lips. A small squirt of his semen shot forth into her mouth. Stopping her sucking momentarily, she rolled the glob of thick stuff about in her mouth, tasting it, trying to analyze her feelings. She found it was not distasteful, and then swallowed it. Once more she slowly bobbed her mouth up and down on the palpitating organ, taking all of it into the warm cavern of her oral cavity before coming up. Then as she found the swollen head again, she sucked at it like a fish, opening and closing her lips on it, her tongue in constant motion, swirling around and around the smooth head. She crooned from deep in her body as she sucked and licked, her head turning now and then to find better ways to give him happiness. Another spurt of semen flew from his penis, and Pamie quickly swallowed the glob. Now, realizing he was about to come off, she began to bob her head up and down swiftly, licking her tongue in frenzied effort, sucking hard. She twisted her head about on the hard flesh as a dog playing with a bone. Her reward came fast. Sean suddenly arched his hips up high, driving his penis down her throat as he began to ejaculate. Pamie's throat worked to swallow the fluid as it came boiling out like a spewing fountain. Time and again she gulped, gurgling her own pleasure as he filled her mouth to the overflow point. Dribbles of thick, white liquid escaped the tightly stretched corners of her lips, running down the shaft of his penis to coat her hand in slimy globs of semen. His testicles became slippery with the fluid, and she had trouble hanging onto the orbs. Pamie thought the juice would never stop spurting from his penis, but she retained her lip hold on him until the last dribble of sperm oozed forth. Still, she kept her lips clamped about the slowly deflating member, her tongue swiping tenderly across the tip, not wanting to lose any more of the precious stuff.

"Okay, baby," Sean mumbled with exhaustion. "You can stop now. There's no more in me."

Pamie removed her lips and patted his flaccid penis fondly, then sat up. She lifted her smeared hand to her lips and licked the fluid from her fingers. Sean watched this unusual action, wondering about his daughter now. "Have you ever sucked a boy's cock, Pamie? I mean… the way you did it, you must have experience."

"No, silly," she giggled. "You're the first one. All I've ever done in the past was jack them off."

For some reason, Sean was relieved to hear this from his daughter. He knew he was no longer in a position to criticize what she did with her boyfriends, whether she gave them blow jobs or even let them fuck her. In a single night, his relationship had taken a turn he wasn't certain he liked. His conscience bothered him for the rest of the night and he was unable to concentrate on his work at the factory.

It was two-thirty when he decided he was useless at his office. He knew Pamie would be home from school in half an hour, and he decided to meet her at home and thrash this new relationship out with her. He was afraid of the mental anguish his young daughter might be going through from the incestuous oral relations, and that was the thing he did not want to happen. His own guilt was enough of a burden for him at the present time.

"Hi, Daddy," Pamie said, surprised to see her father enter the door of their home. "Not working today?"

Silently, Sean mixed himself a drink at the bar, Sean turned to look at his lovely daughter sprawled across the couch. She stared back at him, understanding coming to her as she read the guilt in his eyes. She got to her feet and walked to him, her bare thighs flashing beneath the miniskirt. Stopping close in front of him, she smiled up into his worried face. "Are you ashamed, Daddy?" she questioned. "Don't be, please. I'm not. I liked what we did."

"Oh, Christ," Sean said, slamming his glass down on the bar. "We can't go on with it, you know?"

"Why not?" she said, frowning slightly. "You liked the way I sucked your cock, didn't you? Didn't I do it right, Daddy?"

Sean stared at his daughter with a pained expression. "That's not it, Pamie," he said. "That's not it at all."

"Daddy!" she stamped a small foot angrily, her fist on her rounded hips. She looked scornfully into his face. "Daddy! Aren't I your baby anymore?"

His face softened as he saw her anger. He loved her more than anything in the world… there was nothing he would not do for her, but this… this…

"Well, either I am or I'm not! Which is it?" she demanded.

"You are, baby," he said. "You'll always be my baby, just as I said last night."

Suddenly Pamie smiled, then giggled childishly. "I know why you came home, Daddy," she said gleefully. "You wanted me to suck your prick again… and you couldn't wait for tonight. Isn't that right?" She reached out a hand and cupped his penis and testicles beneath his pants. "Okay, Daddy. I'm sort of hungry for it again myself. Here, let's take it out."

Pamie dropped to her knees before him, her fingers fumbling eagerly at the zipper of his fly. She pulled it down, her hand darting inside the opened clothing to clutch the semi erect member. Pulling it free, she kissed the flesh of him, then rolled the warm skin about her face as she stared up at him. "I love your cock, Daddy! I love it so much!" She began smothering the growing organ with little kisses, now and then licking at the sides and lifting it up to whip her tongue along the huge vein underneath. She held it out and stuck her tongue outward, fucking into the little hole. She placed the head on the flat surface of her tongue and bounced the organ up and down childishly.

Despite his guilt feelings, Sean could not bring himself to make her stop. He gazed down at her lovely face as she played and fondled his organ, watching her eyes light up happily. He patted the top of her head with fatherly love as Pamie parted her lips and sucked his penis deeply into her mouth. She felt it grow to full hardness inside her oral cavity, then she removed it. Quickly getting to her feet, she began to remove her clothing.

"Hurry, Daddy," she urged him, letting her skirt and blouse pool at her feet. She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra straps. This article fell to the floor, and she ran her hands into the elastic waistband of her panties. Sean watched his daughter lift a slim thigh, then the other. The wisp of nylon puddled onto the top of her other clothing, and she stood in naked proudness for his hungry eyes.

Sean was lost in a fog of passion, and his trembling fingers began to work at his own clothing. Soon, he too was naked, his enormous penis waving about obscenely in the air before his hairy groin. Pamie reached for him and began to masturbate his penis with tender, loving strokes. Sean ran his arms about the naked girl and cupped her buttocks in both hands. He squeezed and kneaded the firm, resilient flesh of her bottom, thrilling to the way she worked at his organ.

"I've been thinking, Daddy," Pamie whispered against his hairy chest. "You won't fuck me, will you?"

"You know I won't, baby," he replied, digging his fingers between the cheeks of her buttocks. "But you'd like to, right?"

"Yes, I would."

"If I let a boy fuck me first, then would you do it?"

"That's not it, baby. I'd rather you didn't let some kid put his prick up your pussy… hang onto your virginity like I said."

Pamie thought about this. Her idea was shot now. There was only one other possibility left to her, and she wasn't entirely certain she would enjoy that at all.

"Well…" she said hesitantly. "We could…"

"I know." Sean understood what his daughter was about to say.

"There's two ways we can look at this, Daddy," she said, her voice low. "We can continue eating each other — me sucking you and you licking my cunt — or we can…"

"You want me to fuck you in your ass? Is that it, baby?"

"Y-Yes," her voice quivered. "I've thought about that. I know you want so much to fuck me — someplace but I'm afraid it will hurt."

"Then we won't do it, baby. I'd certainly hurt you that way."

"Would…" she stammered. "Would you be gentle with me?"

"You know I would!"

"Then," Pamie pulled her hand from his thick organ and ran toward the couch, "let's try it. If you are gentle and take it slow with me, I know I can do it, Daddy."

He watched her firm, compact buttocks as she ran toward the couch, and his senses reeled with the desire to penetrate her sweet bottom. As he watched, Pamie lay down on the cushions, pressing her breasts into the softness, her rounded buttocks swelling up deliciously in readiness. Sean walked toward his willing daughter, his penis swaying heavily from side to side. He dropped to his knees at her side, his hands moved for the smooth flesh of the deliciously enticing mound lowered his face to them and kissed each in turn, forcing her quiver in anticipation of what was going to happen. He ran his tongue out and licked at the smooth skin, tasting the sweetness of her buttocks and inhaling the exotic perfume she wore.

"You have a lovely ass, baby," he said huskily. "So smooth… so round… so firm… so beautiful…"

"For you, Daddy," she answered, squirming her bottom against his lips. "For you to kiss and fuck, if you want."

"God yes!" he exclaimed, caressing her inner thighs and probing delicately at the hair-fringed lips of her vagina. "I want to fuck you here, baby! I want to fuck you in your asshole!"

"Please, Daddy!" Pamie was squirming in lust now, arching her buttocks up in open invitation. "Fuck me fuck me in my… asshole! Hurry and do it!"

Pamie parted her thighs, letting one leg hang over the couch cushions. Sean stood up, gazing down at the ready, young teen-aged girl. "We've got to use something… oil or…"

"No!" Pamie almost shouted. "Nothing! Don't use anything, Daddy! I want you to hurt me… a little at least. I want to feel your cock go into my ass without anything on it! I can take it… you'll see! Fuck me, Daddy… fuck me in my ass!"

To emphasize her eagerness, Pamie slipped both hands behind her and gripped the smooth cheeks of her buttocks. She pulled them apart to expose the pink pucker of her rectum. Sean could swear the tiny opening was winking lewdly at him, and his penis jerked in anticipation of penetrating this never-before used hole. Eager now to accomplish sodomy upon his daughter's willing body, Sean crawled onto the couch between her parted thighs. Holding his hard penis in one hand, he lowered himself down until the swollen tip was aimed directly at the extremely small hole. He rubbed the head of his weapon up and down the crack of her buttocks, pressuring it at the portals of her bowels.

Feeling this unusual delight, Pamie arched her bottom up, trying to accomplish the entry. But Sean, not wanting to hurt his daughter any more than necessary, took his time. Slowly, he pressed against her, watching for the first sign of pain from her. As he pressed down, Pamie pressed upwards.

"Ooohhh… Oooohhh…" she groaned as the pressure built into a slight pain. "Hurry… hurry…"

"Does it hurt, baby?" he asked anxiously.

"No… no…"

Pamie relaxed the sphincter muscles of her rectum as much as possible, and to Sean's surprise, the huge head of his penis popped into the tight opening. Feeling the entrance of his penis into her rectum, Pamie cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure, closing her rectum about the invading object. "More, more…" she moaned through the pain that wavered inside her body. "Give me more! Shove more cock into me, Daddy! Oh, God, it's… it's… good! Your prick in my ass feels so good!"

Sean slipped another inch into his daughter's rectum, feeling the tight hotness of her inner bowels wrap about his organ. The sensation was so exquisite he wasn't at all sure he could continue without ejaculating prematurely. As he hesitated momentarily, thrilling to the delicious sensations, Pamie arched her lovely buttocks upwards, causing a couple more inches to drive deeply into her bowels. She squealed as the fullness of him cleaved her body. She felt as if a hot knife had suddenly sliced her in two, yet it was such an intense pleasure-pain, she could only gurgle her joy. She felt the wiry hairs on his groin tickle the smooth cheeks of her buttocks and she shivered gently. As her father held himself rigid above her, Pamie squirmed her buttocks up until she found herself filled with the immense size of his organ. The pain was gone, replaced now with the delicious sensation of having his organ buried deeply into her body. For a moment she rested, then began to wriggle her buttocks to and fro, her rectal muscles holding him tightly.

Sean, holding his upper body away from hers, looked down in amazement as his daughter worked her buttocks back and forth, screwing him with total lack of shame. Her hands still held the smooth cheeks wide apart, but now and then she would close them about the stiff cudgel invading her rectum. Although she was perfectly still from her waist up, her lower body was in constant, furious motion. Loud moans rippled from her throat as she gyrated her buttocks up and down. Then he started cooperating with her. Laying flat on her back, he ran his hands around to cup her breasts, holding them tightly as his naked buttocks began to bounce up and down, his penis lunging with powerful strokes in and out of her rectum as she sawed in matched rhythm with him.

"Oooooo… ooooooaaaahhhh…" she crooned, her tongue licking about her lips as pleasure rippled throughout her inflamed mind and lust-contorting body. "God, it's good, Daddy… getting fucked up my ass is… is… wonderful… great… fuck me, fuck my asshole…"

"Yeah, baby," he groaned as he plunged time and again into the tightness of her rear opening. "Wonderful is right! So tight… so hot… so fucking hot! God, what a sweet ass!"

Her rounded bottom slapped resoundingly against his groin as she strived to take more and more of his weapon into her rectum. His testicles banged moistly at the hair-lined crack of her vagina, and she knew her orgasm would soon strike with the frenzy of a typhoon. Her buttocks were a blur of action now, and she whipped them up and down with all the power she could muster.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted insanely. "Fuck my asshole… fuck my asshole… fuck me fuck me, Daddy…"

"Yes… yes…" he whispered in a thick, lust-filled voice. "Fuck my baby… fuck my baby in the ass fuck you up the asshole…"

Both were lunging at each other like wild animals, each for the climax they sought. Pamie was learning to relax her sphincter muscle as he plunged down with the swiftness of a striking snake, clenching it tightly as he withdrew. Excitement bubbled high in their naked bodies, and suddenly Pamie felt the explosion rip through her genitals. She tightened her rectum, her body going rigid as the force of the climax struck like a jackhammer. She screamed loudly as her body convulsed and tossed in a sea of intense pleasure. Her joy, her extreme happiness brought forth the boiling orgasm of Sean, and he began to spew forth the semen from the long tube of his penis. Time and again he splashed her inner bowels with the stuff, feeling her rectum milk at the squirting organ.

"Fill me…" Pamie shouted lustfully. "Fill my ass with your come… come in my asshole, Daddy!"

Sean collapsed on top of his daughter's back, so exhausted from the fierce climax, he was unable to move. Pamie, crushed beneath his weight, sighed with complete happiness, satisfied with at last being copulated by him, even if it was sodomy.

For a long time they lay in that position, finally breathing in a normal rhythm. Sean pulled his limp penis from her tightly clasping rectum with a tiny, muffled plop, sitting back on the couch. He looked at her spread buttocks and noticed her rectum appeared inflamed. He stroked it tenderly with his fingertip, then Pamie lifted herself to sit beside him. She began to smother his face and neck with moist, happy kisses. "That was wonderful, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "Now we have something else to do with each other."

"Are you sure it didn't hurt too much, baby?" he questioned in a concerned voice.

"Oh no!" she cried out happily. "Only at first — just a little — but then it became so good… felt so good with that darling cock inside me! Oh, Daddy, it was absolute heaven!"

For two weeks, Sean and his seventeen-year-old daughter performed anal intercourse regularly. Usually he would leave his office early and arrive home about the same time she did from school. Pamie would begin their sexual activities by fellating him sometimes to ejaculation — or he would perform cunnilingus on her to orgasm. But they always ended with anal intercourse. Sean could not see taking the last barrier of the young girl's innocence, and he scrupulously avoided penetrating her vagina.

Joan Harrison's mother became well, and she returned home to her family. Sean and Pamie avoided any intimate contact with each other for almost a week, fearing discovery by Joan. But the abstinence from accustomed sex began to take its toll on the father and his daughter. They began to fondle and caress each other beneath the dining table, keeping a wary eye on Joan. Pamie would secretly reach her hand below the table and cup his organ, squeezing it tenderly until her eager hand created a throbbing erection. Or Sean would run his fingers up her smooth inner thigh Pamie opening her legs for his hand — and tickle her panty-covered clitoris. On a few occasions, Pamie would enter her bedroom and remove the nylon garment before dinner. On these occasions, her father would glance at her quizzically when his fingers found the soft hair-lined slit without covering. She would smile suggestively at him and slump in her chair, her buttocks arched forward as he titillated the pink bud of her clitoris.

Finally the two felt they had to chance discovery. Their passions were at an intense peak and each would soon be climbing the walls if they did not get together somehow. With a meaningful look at her father, Pamie stood up one night, saying, "I don't want to watch television anymore. I think I'll go to bed. But a hot shower would feel lovely." She left the room, stopping for a second at the hallway door. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing her father watching her. She ran her tongue out and licked it seductively over her lips, then with an inviting switch of her curving bottom, she continued to her room.

Choosing her nightgown for the night, Pamie stripped naked and threw a robe over her shoulders. Crossing the hall to the bathroom, she closed the door, carefully making sure it did not lock. Then, turning the shower on full force, she removed her robe and sat down on the edge of the tub, waiting. She did not have to wait long, because her father had seen her meaningful glance just as she left the living room. "We're taking a hell of a chance, baby," he said in a low voice as he slipped into the bathroom.

"I don't care, Daddy," Pamie said, getting to her feet and reaching quickly for him. "I can't wait another second! I've got to have it… I've got to get fucked!"

"I know, baby… I know," Sean unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. Pamie eagerly grabbed his penis and jerked it into full erection quickly. An animal like moan escaped her throat as she dropped to her knees before him, her lips and tongue working up and down the thick shaft. She lapped delicately at the small slit on the swollen head, taking the organ into her mouth. She sucked on him for a few moments, then stood up.

"Now, Daddy! Now!" She turned and presented her swelling buttocks to him, leaning on the commode, her breasts swaying below. Her bottom wriggled at him in white lewdness. Sean quickly reached out and pulled the resilient cheeks apart, peering at the wiggling rectum she eagerly arched upwards. "Fuck me in my asshole… I've got to get fucked… now!"

Without hesitation, Sean grasped his swinging penis and shoved his hips forward, pressuring the swollen knob of his member tightly against the resisting pucker of her tender anus. As she felt the warm, moist contact on her bottom, Pamie squealed delightedly and shoved her buttocks back to meet the assault she wanted so terribly much. She groaned as the instrument penetrated her rectum slowly, her mind burning with the boiling, swirling mist of lust-fog that reeled inside. Squealing again, she rammed her rounded buttocks back hard, thrilling to the thick insertion of that wonderful cudgel. She slammed her bottom into his groin, her hand reaching between her widespread thighs to grip at the swinging, hairy testicles that slapped at her moist vaginal lips.

In rapid thrusts, Sean began to plunge his member in and out of her tightly clenching rectum, his hands holding the full moons of her quivering bottom. He stared down at the hard flesh as it lunged in and out of the tight orifice, seeing the flesh hold him as he withdrew, then sinking inward as he wildly drove farther and farther into the dark recesses of her bowels. Each time he pounded against her greedy rectum, Pamie would squeal like a trapped animal, her eyes dulled by the lust flowing throughout her young, naked body.

So involved in what they were doing — what was happening to their bodies — they did not notice the door swing open.

Joan stood there, her eyes wide in shock. She clutched at her neck in the total degradation she was witnessing, her breath caught in her throat. For a long time she stared at the twisting, writhing bodies of her husband and daughter, frozen to the floor, unable to flee this horrible scene before her eyes.

"Sean! Pamie!" she finally gasped, her voice loud in the steam filled room.

Sean and Pamie looked up quickly, still deeply connected together. For a long moment they, too, were unable to move. Staring at her mother who stood looking back at her, Pamie was rooted to the floor, her hands on the commode and breasts still jiggling from the efforts she had been applying seconds before. Then her face flushed in shame.

Sean, frightened out of his wits, still gripped the quivering buttocks of his daughter, his penis pressed tightly into her clenching, unclenching rectum. All three stared at one another for what seemed an eternity. Sean recovered first, quickly pulling his inflated organ from the clasping anus of his daughter. Feeling the emptiness of her rectum now, Pamie sank to the cool floor and lay her head on the commode, tears of humiliation flowing from her eyes. She no longer looked at her mother, too ashamed to see the shocked expression that glared in terror at her.

"Joan," Sean said, his voice quaking with fear. "Joan…"

His wife turned and left the bathroom without a word. Sean quickly pulled his pants on and hurried after her, his mind trying to find some excuse… some reason… to explain his incestuous conduct. Pamie, sobbing in absolute shame, fled to her bedroom, locking the door behind her.

Joan, horrified beyond comprehension at what she had seen, refused to listen to the pleas of her husband. She pulled her luggage from the closet and began packing.

"Please, Joan…" he started, pacing nervously up and down the room. "I… Pamie and I… we… well, Goddamn it! We couldn't help it. It just happened. Can't you understand?"

Joan ignored his words, keeping her back toward him.

"Goddamn you!" Sean shouted, staring at her back. "You frigid bitch! You keep your fucking legs closed to me and still expect me to stay a man? I have to get sex somehow, don't I? A man can't simply wither away because his wife decides she don't want anything more to do with him, can he?"

Joan turned to face her husband, her eyes blazing in anger, "Don't you curse at me, you… you sodomist! Your own daughter! How could you, Sean? If you needed sex so terribly much, why didn't you get one of those saucy little girls that work for you? Why Pamie?"

"I told you," Sean growled. "It just happened. We couldn't… help ourselves."

"Animals! That's what you are… the both of you!"

The argument continued throughout the night, with Joan finally agreeing not to leave immediately — provided Sean would not attempt to copulate with his own daughter again… ever.

Pamie refused to face her mother and father the next morning. She stayed in her room until long after her father had gone to work. She did not answer the hesitant rap on her still locked door. Her usually white, bright eyes were streaked with red from lack of sleep and the considerable amount of tears she had shed.

Around noon her mother tried again to get the tortured girl to answer her knocking. "Pamie, please…" she pleaded through the door. "Sean… your father has explained what happened. I'm sorry, darling. I'm sorry it had to happen to you… I don't understand any of it, but I realize you couldn't help it. Please, darling, open the door and let me talk to you."

"Go away, Mother," Pamie sobbed into her pillow. "Please… leave me alone!"

"Darling," Joan said, leaning against the door. "I understand… I understand why you did it. I understand why your father did… what he did. I've been a fool, darling, a terrible fool. Please, let me in."

Realizing she could not remain locked inside her bedroom forever, Pamie sat up on the bed. Sniffling, she walked toward her door, ready to face the accusing face of her mother. She snapped open the latch and returned to her bed. She lay face down, her face again buried into the pillows.

Joan shoved the door open and stepped into the room. She looked at the smooth back of her sobbing daughter, seeing how slender and defenseless she appeared. Her heart went out to the young girl, and she moved on quick feet to the bed. Sitting down, she reached and lovingly caressed the smooth, bare back. "I love you, darling," Joan said in a soft voice, her eyes misting with tears of her own. "I realize how much you mean to me… and your father. I admit I was horrified… last night. Who… what mother wouldn't be? After all, a man certainly doesn't do those things to his very own daughter every day!"

She rubbed at the small of Pamie's back tenderly, tracing her finger up and down the spine. She began to explain how she had stopped enjoying the sex act years ago… and the frustration her husband must have gone through. She related every detail of their life together for the past few years; the arguments and pleadings Sean had put forth in an effort to convince his wife of his need for sexual relations. She told her daughter of her own reason for stopping such activity, of how she failed to achieve a climax and therefore felt it was unimportant, even to her husband.

As her voice droned on, Pamie thought of the secrets being revealed to her, and her humiliation turned to sorrow for her mother. In her young mind, she began to understand her mother, and she rolled onto her back to look up at the tears rolling down Joan's cheeks.

"I… I'm sorry, too, Mother," she whispered, wiping her own tears away with the back of her hand like a small child. "But Daddy's right… it just happened."

"I know, darling… I know," Joan said, forcing a smile to her lips. "Don't talk about it, don't say any more. It's over with… and I forgive you and your father."

Mother and daughter looked at each other, understanding in both pairs of eyes. Pamie lay still, her arms at her sides now, no longer crying. Her pert breasts rose softly as she breathed, the rosy nipples in their constant state of erectness. Unable to help herself, Joan let her eyes wander from the pretty face of her daughter, down the slim neck. She saw the wide-spaced breasts with cherry-tipped peaks, the soft curving of them. She saw the narrow waist with the flat abdomen. Her eyes traced the rounded hips, down over the smoothness of Pamie's long, slender thighs. Then, of their own volition, the eyes moved to the soft triangle of curling, shining pubic hair. For a long time Joan stared at this lovely, swelling sensuous mound of her daughter. Suddenly she became aware of the appeal Pamie held for her husband. For the first time she realized how seductive — how sensual — her daughter was.

A low moan rumbled up from Joan's chest, and she could not understand the thoughts that rippled inside her brain. They were alien thoughts… horrible thoughts, and she tried to erase them from her mind. Her body seemed to become heated, and for the first time in her life she felt the stirrings of desire in her lower body.

"No… no…" she whispered, her eyes filming over with the intense sensations that erupted in her body. "God, no! No! No!"

"What, Mother?" Pamie said, her eyes questioning the strange expression that now covered her mother's face. "What's wrong? What's…"

Pamie did not finish her question.

To Joan's horror, she watched her own hand lift up move out toward her daughter. She was amazed at her lack of control as the hand gently cupped one of the swelling breasts of the young girl. While her mind rebelled at what she was doing, her hand began to knead the resilient flesh, squeezing it with delicate pressure.

Pamie stared at her mother, then lowered her eyes to the hand that was caressing the jutting mound. Unable to understand the thing that had taken control of her mother, Pamie lay unmoving, afraid to resist for long moments, Joan fondled the breasts of her daughter, her eyes blazing with the growing passion she had not felt in many, many years. Suddenly she groaned loudly, her face dropping swiftly until she was kissing and sucking at an erect nipple. Uncontrollably, Joan sucked as much of the smooth flesh as possible into her mouth, her tongue fluttering across the sensitive nipple. Her lips nibbled in moist lewdness, her hand working the other breasts.

Not understanding what was happening to her mother, Pamie lay in frightened stillness, unable to stop this incestuous lesbian act. The more her mother sucked and licked at her breasts, the hotter Pamie became. It was not long before she was squirming and wriggling beneath the oral assault, and she gripped her mother's head in both hands, holding the face down tight against her trembling breasts. She began to moan her lust softly, her eyes closed.

Finally, Joan lifted her face and stared down at the writhing, naked body of her daughter. Pamie's passion was out of control now, and she parted her smooth thighs as her hips began to arch up and down in simulated fornication. Her groans came deep and lustful as she twisted her head about, her body tossing in heat.

"I didn't… realize," Joan whispered in wonderment, looking at her writhing daughter, "you were so so… sensual!" Unable to keep from doing so, not understanding what was happening to herself, Joan's eyes lowered to the pumping and tossing hips of her daughter. The hair-lined pinkness of the moist vaginal lips seemed to quiver visibly and beads of moisture formed on the sleek flesh. "God, what is happening to us? What's wrong with us? Are we all insane?"

Pamie's eyes gazed up at her mother as she squeezed her own breasts painfully, no longer ashamed of her passion… of what had happened between her father and her. The only thing she knew at the moment was the intense flame that roared out of control in the pit of her lower stomach.

Joan, to her horror, felt her own vagina become wet with the oozing of her fluids. The band of her panty crotch grew sticky with the seeping liquid, and she was unconsciously squirming her own buttocks on the bed as she watched her daughter writhe in passion. Her eyes feasted on the hair-fringed slit, and the tip of her tongue smoothed over her dry lips. Her chest felt ready to burst, and she was breathing with difficulty. A cry of despair bubbled from her mouth, and she fell atop her daughter's squirming body. Immediately, Pamie grasped the sides of her mother's face and moved the kissing and licking tongue where she wanted it. Lower and lower she shoved the sucking mouth, her belly quivering at the moist contact.

Joan felt the silken hairs of Pamie's pubic mound brush across her chin, then her cheeks… and her lips were pressing against the exposed bud of Pamie's throbbing clitoris. Not understanding — indeed, not caring — Joan began to slobber and mouth at the delicious bit of flesh Pamie offered up to her with jutting pelvis. She sucked the clitoris into her mouth and chewed with delicate care as her tongue flickered instinctively over the sensitive tip. She dropped to the floor, on her knees now, and gripped the tossing hips of Pamie with both hands. Her tongue sought the slippery lips of the hair-lined orifice, licking and tasting the moisture that seeped continuously from the hot opening. A high pitched wail came from her as she dipped her tongue deep inside the pulsating passage, working in and out with swift strokes. Her fingers slid around the warm hips to clutch in lewd abandon the trembling buttocks of the young girl.

Time and again she lapped into the open lips, drawing more nectar from her daughter's vagina, swallowing and going for more. Her tongue flickered up and down the hot lips, then fluttered about the inflamed and extended little clitoris that almost screamed for attention. Pamie gripped the top of her mother's head and held her face tightly to the now exploding genitals, gyrating her buttocks up and down, round and round. The series of small orgasms grew in power, and soon Pamie was climaxing with every nerve of her being.

"God, oh God! Lick me… lick my twat… suck my snatch… eat my cunt… Oooohhh… Oooohhh Moootthhheerrrrr!" Pamie screamed, unable to hold the sound in. She jerked her crotch upward, her vaginal muscles working like a milking machine at the plunging tongue. Dropping her hands from her mother's head, she fingered her palpitating slit open, wanting more and more of the intense pleasure that wonderful tongue was giving her. From head to toe, Pamie was going through a series of the most exquisite orgasm ever. Her body shook so violently, the bed springs were protesting in high squeaks.

Finally she was drained — there was not another climax in her lithe body.

Even then Joan kept her mouth glued to the no longer dripping vagina, not wanting to lose the newfound excitement. Her eyes stared up the length of the exhausted body of Pamie, and Pamie stared back down between her wide-spaced breasts at her mother's eyes. A slow smile spread over her lips as she fell in limp heaviness across the bed.

"Mmmmmmm…" Joan's voice came in muffled sound. "God… Oh, Jesus! Darling… darling… I don't know what… came over me. I've… I've never done anything like… that… before!"

"Oh, Mother… Mother…" Pamie moaned, happy beyond all her dreams. She had never desired another woman before — nor had she desired her father until that first night — but now she found herself wanting the experience again… and again.

That afternoon, Pamie and her mother argued the thing that had happened. Pamie pointed out that it had been the same with her and her father — it was something that had just happened. Joan saw how it could have been that way, since she had been unable to control her own emotions and actions. She was fearful of being a lesbian, but Pamie, in her instinctive wisdom, convinced her mother she was not one of those tortured souls. Giving in to the argument so forcefully put, Joan sighed her agreement. Now that she understood, at least some of it, she and Pamie began to make plans for the evening. Joan was ashamed of the way she had treated her husband these past few years, and now that she had become "awakened" to the pleasures of sex, she agreed to try an experiment with her daughter.

Sean came home late from his factory, not knowing what sort of reception he would receive in his own home. Joan and Pamie were in the living room, sitting on the couch and chattering like a couple of school girls. He took one glance at them, and finding himself ignored, mixed a drink and sat down at the small bar with his back to them.

"But do you think we should, Pamie?" Joan asked her daughter, knowing her husband was listening.

"I know we should, Mother," Pamie answered. "You'll see, Daddy will love it!"

Sean, hearing them speak with each other as if nothing had ever happened to create a crisis in his family, turned and watched them. Mother and daughter pretended he was not there in the same room, and continued their conversation, making certain he could hear every word.

"I don't know, Pamie," Joan said. "I've never done anything like that before. It might make me sick."

"No it won't, Mother," Pamie said. "I thought so too, at first. But now I want to all the time! It's delicious absolutely delicious!"

"But… to put that thing in my mouth!" Joan shuddered with distaste. "It wouldn't be the same as… as…"

Pamie giggled, glancing from the corner of her eye to see how her father was taking this conversation. He sat and stared wide-eyed at them, not fully comprehending what was going on. What he didn't know, was Joan and Pamie had discussed exactly what they would say and do… and they wanted it to be a total surprise for the man they both loved very dearly.

"Didn't it feel strange?" Joan asked.

"Sure… at first," Pamie said. "But after the initial taste, it was wonderful! And when he squirted. Aaaaahhhhh!"

"I'm not sure I can… suck it," Joan said, peeking from the corners of her eyes at her amazed husband. "After all, a… a… cock… isn't the same as… as…"

"Cocksucking is great!" Pamie said, almost laughing now at the way her father stared at them. "It's the greatest thing ever… except getting fucked up the asshole!"

"Well…" Joan said, frowning slightly, but glancing now and them at Sean to see how he was taking this. "I've never tried eating a man's prick, darling, nor have I ever been fucked in my ass, but…"

Sean sat his glass down on the bar top and stood up. "What's going on, Joan?" he said. "I've never heard you use such language… such words…"

"Oh, shut up, Sean," Joan said, finally pretending to recognize him. "Pamie and I have something very important to discuss."

"Ready, Mother?" Pamie asked.

"Ready," Joan answered, smiling broadly.

Both females stood up as one, turning toward the bewildered man. They began to advance on him slowly. Sean, completely confused by what was happening, drew back. This was certainly not the household he had left that morning. His angry wife was no longer angry, and the expression on her face was one he had never seen before. Both females looked like hungry cats, ready to pounce on an unwary creature. Holding his hands up in front of him as if to ward off a danger he did not understand, he backed himself into the bar.

"Now!" Pamie shouted, and both mother and daughter pounced on the helpless man. Eager hands began to fumble at his clothing, dropping each article to the floor as it was removed.

As each garment was taken from him, one or the other females would kiss and lick at the exposed flesh. Sean, still bewildered by his wife's strange actions, stood motionless as he became naked. He didn't know if their minds had suddenly snapped or not, but he wasn't taking any chances on making them angry.

Now two pairs of hands were pulling at his belt, then his zipper, and his pants puddled at his feet. Four hands eagerly stripped him of his shorts, and mother and daughter, now on their knees before him, stared at his exposed genitals.

"You want to do it first, Mother?" Pamie asked, her hand cuddling his hairy testicles in her palm.

"Why not?" Joan said, her hand gripping his flaccid organ and stretching it out painfully. "Your father's poked this thing in me enough times… now I can have things my way for a change."

Sean, believing his wife had went over the deep end, watched as she leaned forward and began to kiss the limp, dangling penis. He could not believe it was Joan doing this… a woman who denied him even the so called "normal" aspects of sex. He knew the passion of his daughter, but this was a new woman now who was licking a long, pink tongue up and down his slowly erecting organ.

"I don't understand what's happening," he said, "but I like it!"

"Ummmm…" Joan murmured, stroking her tongue up and down the smooth head of his member. Pamie squeezed his testicles lovingly, watching her mother work her lips and tongue around the circumference of her father's penis. "Let's do the rest of it now, Mother."

Immediately, Joan stopped mouthing the now erect organ, and both stood up to face the naked man. They began to undress, letting their clothing fall to mingle with his. Soon, Sean found himself facing two naked, lovely females — his wife and daughter. Both stood proudly, hands on hips, breasts swaying in gentle rhythm as they arched their triangled pelvis outward, rotating their buttocks in open invitation.

"Lie down, darling," Joan said as seductively as she could, taking his hand and pulling him to the center of the floor. "Lie down and enjoy it. You are about to witness the most thrilling experience of your life!"

"Witness?"

"Participate would be a better word, Daddy," Pamie said, pulling at his other hand. "Come on… do what Mother said. Lie down on the floor."

Mother and daughter shoved him down, and Sean sprawled on his back, his monstrous penis jutting high in the air. He looked up at his two girls, seeing the twin triangles at the apex of white, slim thighs.

Dropping to her knees at his side, Joan said, "Now, my darling husband… you asshole-fucking prick… you are going to get sucked off by me for the first time. You've wanted me to do this for years, so you just lay there and enjoy it. Pamie and I are going to thrill the hell out of you!"

Sean watched down his naked body as his wife lowered her face to his upstanding organ. She held it at the base and kissed the wet tip with a loud smacking sound. She grinned obscenely at him as Pamie crawled between his open thighs and began to caress his testicles in both hands.

"Let's get on with it, Mother," Pamie said, lowering her face to the hairy orbs. "There's no sense in teasing him. He might go off before you get to blow him."

Joan agreed and quickly wrapped her lips about the swollen head. She fluttered her tongue across the sensitive tip as her daughter had told her to do, then she began to suck more and more of his thick length into her mouth. She gagged slightly as it entered the rear of her mouth, but recovered quickly. Unable to take as much of his organ into her mouth as Pamie, she began to suck up and down on half of it, working her tongue in swirling motions as her cheeks sunk inward.

Pamie, watching her mother suck hard on the immense penis, began to lick her tongue through the wiry strands that covered his testicles. She licked at the wrinkled sac until her saliva covered it in shining wetness. Opening her lips, she sucked first one ball into her mouth and chewed tenderly. As her mother moaned her pleasure at this new sensation of having a male member in her mouth, Pamie went from one testicle to the other, sucking and licking at the quivering orbs. From her position between the spread thighs of Sean, she stared up at her mother's working lips, seeing her saliva run in rivulets down the throbbing shaft.

Sean was in the most pleasurable state of his life. Having two women suck and lick at his genitals was the most exquisite torture he had ever experienced, and the happiest thing of all was his wife doing it for the first time — and not only doing it, but wanting to fellate him!

His penis began to jerk insanely inside the warm cavern of Joan's mouth, and he knew it would be soon. Pamie, after only her two weeks, experience, also recognized the signs of his building ejaculation. She opened her mouth wide and sucked in both testicles. Her tongue flickered about the sensitive sac, her lips and cheeks sucking furiously. Joan was bobbing her head up and down, aware of the spewing fountain she held tightly between her lips. It was enough to cause her body to tremble as her own dormant passion began to rumble deep inside her body. As the rumbling in creased, so did her sucking motions. Her head moving faster now, she was moaning insanely as she strived mightily to pull forth the alien fluids from her husband's testicles. Her hips, off the floor now, were waving and gyrating as if she had suddenly been perpetrated by some unknown and unseen lover.

Suddenly, she tasted the first spurt of the ejaculating semen that flowed in thick, sticky globs from the tip of her husband's penis. As the milky juice rolled around in her mouth before slipping down her throat, Joan's lust bubbled over. A muffled moan came from her as she worked to swallow time and again the jetting sperm from the jerking hose. Her vagina convulsed and the explosion struck. She felt the eruption of the volcano inside her body, knowing she was climaxing simply from sucking on this delightful, hard, squirting thing inside her hungry mouth. Wailing with glee, she sucked harder than ever and swallowed each eruption that came to her. Her rounded bottom was jerking in wanton spasms of a thrilling orgasm, her own juices spilling from the hair-fringed lips of her vagina and running hotly down the smooth inner surface of her thighs.

Pamie tried hard to make this dual sucking the best ever for her father. She sucked and licked and chewed on his testicles as she watched her mother accept happily the offering from her father's penis. His genitals became coated with saliva and his flowing liquid, but neither of the females cared. They were too hungry too greedy — for whatever they could get.

"No more!" Sean cried out, trying to pull his abused organs from the still-sucking mouths of his wife and daughter. "Please… stop… no more… I can't come… anymore! That's enough… please…"

Joan reluctantly allowed his deflated penis to slip from her mouth. She watched it plop in exhaustion across his stomach, then she sat back on her heels and smiled happily as Pamie lifted up from the empty testicles. "You were right, Pamie," she said, licking her lips in feline satisfaction. "Sucking cock is the most… most delicious ever!"

Pamie flipped her father's penis with her hand, kissed it once and sat up. "Now," she said. "You two are not angry with each other anymore. We are a happy family again."

Throughout that night — dinner forgotten — the three continued with their incestuous relationship. Sean penetrated his daughter's rectum twice during the night, and Joan fellated him once more. That was the most sex Sean had ever enjoyed in one night during his entire life, and he became so exhausted he was unable to erect for a fourth time. Yet, that did not stop Joan and Pamie from continuing. He was not shocked when he witnessed his wife perform cunnilingus on his willing daughter, nor was he shocked when Pamie sucked and licked her mother's breasts. What amazed him most was to understand that his wife was extremely enthusiastic about oral relations. A discussion among the three brought to light Joan was an orally oriented person who had denied this portion of her nature for so long, but now that it had been brought out and she was experiencing orgasms, Joan readily agreed to any and all proposals placed before her.

The three-way incestuous relationship continued for a few weeks, each happy in their own way. Joan and Pamie were content to let things remain as they were, but Sean, now that his period of dormant sexual frustration was over, began to look around him. What he saw was a covey of young and beautiful girls who seemed quite willing to indulge their sensuality with others.

In his own office he found a pretty young thing who seemed willing to play sexual games with him. And not only was she willing to play, but her husky boy friend also wanted in on the action. Once this information was brought to Sean, he began to think of the possibilities of pagan orgies — orgies whereby the participants would be doing weird and wonderful things with each other.

Inviting the girl to lunch with him, he questioned her in subtle ways about her sexual habits. The girl, amused by his means of conversation, immediately saw what he was getting at.

"Why, Mr. Harrison," she said coyly. "I do believe you are trying to seduce me!"

"Ah, no… no," he stammered. "It's just that I… well, I'm interested in my employees, that's all."

"Yeah, you sure are," she leaned close to him. "Interested in getting in my panties!"

"Well… uh…"

"That's good, Mr. Harrison," she smiled seductively at him. "Because I have the type of panties that are easy to get into. When and where?"

"But, you don't understand, my dear," he said, becoming bold now. "It's not just me, but…"

"Oh, I get it," she said, leering at him in open lewdness. "You have this wife who loves to watch you make it, right?"

"No. Joan likes to make it, too."

"Well, that's just fine, Mr. Harrison," she grinned widely, becoming interested now. "I didn't know didn't dream, you were swappers."

"We aren't," he admitted. "This would be the first time for us."

"You'll love it, darling," the girl said, sliding her palm down over his thigh beneath the concealment of the table. "You and your wife will simply love it."

He jumped as her hand cupped his genitals, glancing around the small restaurant guiltily. Her hand cupped him and began a slow massage on his penis and testicles. "Well, there's someone else, too…"

"Oh? Anyone I know, darling," the girl was becoming aggressive with her hand now, gently rubbing up and down on his swelling member.

"Well, it's… it's… my daughter."

The girl's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean… no, you can't mean that luscious little thing I've seen around her now and then?"

"Yes, that's Pamie."

"Uuummmm…" the girl licked her lips. "That cute piece of ass is real eating pussy, Mr. Harrison."

"Uh… yes, she is," he removed her hand and, afraid his erection would be apparent, paid the bill.

That evening, Sean explained what he wanted to do to Joan and Pamie. Once he outlined his desires, mother and daughter became excited with the prospect of being involved with others, Joan stipulating that she would participate only if she were allowed full freedom of oral intercourse. Sean arranged a time and spoke to his employee.

Saturday night, the night of the Harrison's initiation into sexual swapping, found the family nervous as they waited for the arrival of the girl and her boyfriend. When the doorbell rang, they all jumped as if startled. Sean answered the door, and brought the husky man and the lovely female into the living room to meet his family. Although Joan and Pamie were nervous about this encounter, the young employee was not. She had been introduced as Marsha, and immediately she took things into her own hands, her boyfriend, Bob, was the silent type, not uttering twenty words during the entire evening.

As the group sat around, Joan and Pamie fussing with their hands, trying not to appear like blushing virgins, Marsha simply started playing with Bob's penis. Joan and Pamie stared at this action, each moistening dry lips with pointed, pink tongues.

"I know this is your first time," Marsha said to the other girls, "but you shouldn't be nervous about it. Sex is simply too enjoyable to worry about other things. Bob has a nice cock, and he loves to have it sucked off especially by a beautiful teen-aged girl like you, Pamie. Oh, but he loves older women, Joan. He says they're so much more experienced at sucking cock. Are you very good at it?"

"Well, I… I…" Joan stammered.

"Don't be bashful. Here…" she unzipped the fly of Bob's pants and hauled out a huge, throbbing length of penis. "See. Bob's got a very nice prick." Marsha stroked it lovingly for a moment, then glanced up at Sean. "Oh, I mustn't forget you, darling." She stood up and moved to where he was standing near the bar. Dropping to her knees before him, she pulled his swelling organ free and immediately began to suck on it.

Suddenly, as if someone had pressed the correct button, clothing began to fly helter-skelter. The five people became naked in a matter of seconds, and although she was the most hesitant, Joan knelt between the thighs of Bob and began to suck on his huge penis furiously. Pamie, unable to find a male partner for herself, stared at the naked, shining buttocks of her mother. She found an uncontrollable desire come over her, and rising to her feet, she advanced to kneel behind Joan as she bobbed her head up and down in frenzied attempts to bring forth the bubbling, boiling sperm the young man had stored in his hairy testicles. Slowly at first, Pamie began to caress and feel her mother's bottom, thrilling to the smoothness of the flesh, the small dimples on each side of her spine, the under curving surface where they met slim thighs. Her fingers traced a hot line up the crevice, moving between the inner smoothness of her mother's legs to caress gently the silken hair that framed the moist lips of her vagina. Pamie inserted her forefinger into the wet, slippery orifice and began to work it in and out. Joan responded by arching her buttocks back, parting her thighs to give greater freedom to the pleasure-giving hand of her daughter.

Pamie, feeling of her mother's vagina, them warm drippings of her secretions running over her hand, became excited with what she was about to do. Her own lovely hair-fringed vagina began to ooze its sticky substance and she began to fondle the extended clitoris that peeked wantonly from the hidden folds of heated flesh. Her lips pressed against Joan's back, tracing a wet line down… down… until she was kissing at the apex of the swelling buttocks. Her tongue darted out to taste the delicious skin, running up one quivering buttock and then the other. Lowering herself to the floor further yet, she shoved her face close to the arching bottom and dug her tongue between the hot cheeks. Unable to reach her target, she removed her hand from the boiling opening of her mother's vagina and tugged apart the cheeks. Peering between them, she saw the tiny brownish pucker of Joan's rectum. A low moan of intense desire escaped her throat, and she shoved her face between the parted butt-cheeks. Her tongue darted out and pressed at the rear opening. Immediately her action was answered by the backward shove by her mother. Pamie flicked her tongue up and down the anus, pressuring it against the structure. Sean, standing near the bar with Marsha on her knees before him, sucking wantonly at his jutting organ, watched as his wife mouthed and mewled over the huge penis of Bob. He was delighted to see his daughter now lingually caressing her mother's buttocks. The very image of obscene sensuality caused him to suddenly shoot out his scalding sperm into the willing mouth of the lovely girl. She drank it down greedily, then pulled her face from the deflating organ, wiping the back of her hand across her lips.

She turned and saw the three-way action going on nearby, giggling childishly. "Oooooooh…" she cooed. "Look at that! Cock sucking and asshole licking! That's tremendous!"

"Want to try it?" Sean asked.

"Oh, let's!" she squealed.

Marsha lay on her back, arching her body like a bow, legs in the air. "Come on! Both of us can do it this way."

Sean unhesitatingly sat across her face, gripping her buttocks in both hands. Marsha darted her tongue out and began a frenzied licking around his buttocks. He felt her tongue-tip press at his tightly constricted anus and he relaxed the muscles. Her tongue darted hotly into the dark cavity, reaching far into his rectum. Squatting as he was, holding her buttocks up, he was staring down at her wet vaginal lips and the tiny winking hole of her anus. Positioned in such a way so he could still observe the lewd action of his wife and daughter, Sean licked about the smooth flesh of Marsha's buttocks, circling the pink anus in teasing lapping motions.

Marsha, eager to have him start, cried out in a muffled voice, "Hurry up! Lick my ass… suck on my asshole… eat me out… tongue my asshole… all the way inside…"

As her words trailed away into a muffled moan of passion, Marsha dived her own tongue deeply into his rectum, lapping with furious strokes at the sensitive inner membranes. Sean, his excitement growing by the second, stopped teasing the eager girl and shoved his tongue down hard against her quivering anus. Marsha, being experienced in the ways of sex, immediately relaxed the small muscles of her rectum, and Sean found his tongue buried deeply into the warm cavern of her butt. His chin pressed into the folds of her wet vagina, the soft hair creating a moist beard. He worked his tongue in and out like a miniature phallus, tasting the exotic aroma that came from Marsha's bottom. His senses reeled with what he was doing… what he was seeing… and what was being performed on his own rectum. His penis, although he had ejaculated moments before, was throbbing into full erection again, thumping up and down on the girl's jutting breasts. His eyes wide open, he watched his wife's lips stretch tightly about the thick member of Bob, her head moving up and down in swift hunger. His daughter's face could not be seen, buried between the trembling buttocks of her mother, but he knew she was tonguing the small rectum hidden there just as he was doing the one below his own face. He was not repelled by seeing his daughter masturbate herself while performing analingus on her mother — he was overjoyed by the lewd sight.

Joan was moaning loudly now, her head twirling about as she sucked on the hard penis. Her tongue delved around the small slit on the swollen head, striving to reach inside and bring forth the frothy liquid she knew was there. Her hands gripped the large, hairy testicles that dangled between the young man's thighs, pulling and rolling them about in her hand. She squirmed her buttocks into the face of her daughter, feeling a finger searching inside her dripping channel of lust. She felt the throbbing jerk of the man's penis, and her mouth became filled with the thick, sticky liquid that spewed forth. Her tongue danced up and down on the flowing slit, tasting the sperm as it flew into her mouth in a never-ending stream. Her throat worked to swallow every drop, and that which she was unable to swallow was stored between her white teeth and inner cheeks for later ingestion. Her own climax struck like a thunder-clap, and her buttocks gyrated like a whirlwind of lust into her daughter's sucking face.

Pamie, hearing the satisfied moans of her mother, knew she had sucked the young man dry of his fluids. Also, if the warm rivers of juice running down her hand was any indication, she knew her mother had climaxed again from performing orally on someone. She pulled her face from the distended rectum and leaned back. Her hair-lined vagina spread apart, showing evidence of her passion.

"God… oh, God…" she moaned, her fingers working furiously at the pink folds of her vagina. "Mother do something! Do something to me… make me come… before I go mad…"

Joan turned and saw her daughter, the contorted face and wickedly masturbating hand; "I will, darling," she said, leaning to suck one rosy nipple into her mouth. Her hand replaced her daughter's on the heated genitals, a finger twisting and rubbing the inflamed clitoris.

Bob watched this incestuous act as his chest heaved up and down in exhaustion. "Great! Way out, man!" he exclaimed. "Mommy and baby girl… getting with it!"

Joan paid no attention to him, continuing her efforts to give release to her daughter. But not Pamie. She was too excited, too passionate for a single act. "Fuck me!" she cried out. "Anyone… Daddy… Bob… fuck me, please! Somebody… please, fuck me up my asshole!"

"That's for me!" Bob said. "But you've got to make my cock hard, first."

"I will… oh, God… I will, I will!"

Bob moved to stand at the trembling, naked girl's side. Pamie immediately engulfed the flaccid organ. She tasted the remaining semen and her mother's saliva, greedily sucking the limp penis. She became frenzied in her efforts to cause an erection in the young man, and her delighted mind reeled with lust as she felt the stirrings of new lust in him. The penis grew and grew until Pamie could no longer keep her lips stretched about it. Now that it was hard, she removed herself from her mother's sucking lips and shoved the young man onto his back. She straddled him, her buttocks toward his feet. She grasped his waving penis and lowered herself until she was squatting over the swollen head.

"Up my ass," she whispered hoarsely. "Right up my shit hole…"

"Yeah, doll," the man answered. "Anyplace you want my cock… you just enjoy yourself."

Pamie rubbed the swollen head across her eager anus, then pressured her body down until she felt the thick head pop into her rectum. Sighing happily, she sat directly down on his pelvis, squirming her buttocks round and round in obscene delight. Her pert breasts bobbed up and down, swaying as she began to bounce her bottom on him.

Joan, feeling left out now, watched her daughter wriggle her buttocks on the man's hardened shaft. She saw the glistening wet lips of Pamie's vagina wide open, and with a lustful groan, fell across the man's stomach to bury her face into the hairy feast. She made slobbering sounds as her tongue flew up and down the hot orifice, fluttering over the sweet clitoris that was exposed for her hungry mouth.

Bob, his senses thrilled by this mother eating her daughter's genitals, reached out and tugged at Joan's buttocks. Eagerly, Joan threw a leg across his face and shoved her dripping vagina down. Bob's tongue flew out to lick at the flowing fluids, then he gripped her wide expanse of bottom and pulled her tightly to him. His finger sought the tiny opening of her rectum, and Joan squealed as it was inserted into her, Bob worked it in and out of her tight hole, his tongue delving deep into the recesses of her flowing vagina.

Pamie wriggled her lower body like a belly dancer, the sensations of extreme pleasure causing her body to tremble from the tonguing and sodomy she was receiving.

Sean, seeing this debauchery as he tongued Marsha's rectum, became overwhelmed and suddenly ejaculated all over the quivering breasts of the girl. He pulled his tongue from her clenching anus and sat beside her. The girl lifted her hands and began smearing the globs of thick, white stuff about her body, mewling and writhing insanely.

The dual attentions being paid her lower body were causing Pamie to convulse with repeated orgasms. Starting out small, they grew with whirling intensity until she was shaking violently. Her mother was licking up every drop of sexual juices that flowed copiously from the hairy opening, and the pounding cudgel up her rectum seemed ready to explode with the force of an atomic bomb.

"Come…" she screamed loudly, tossing her head back and squeezing her breasts painfully. "Come up my ass… shoot your sperm up my asshole… fill me with it…"

As if in answer, the plunging organ began to spurt out the hot liquids in a torrent of lust. Feeling the semen splash around in her rectum, Pamie almost went out of her skull with the blissful ecstasy. Her buttocks rotated in a blur of speed, and her mother had difficulties trying to retain her lips on the spasming genitals. After the violent punishment Pamie's body had been put through, she dropped to the carpet, so exhausted she fell asleep and missed the further indulgences of the adults.

Although it is not known for certain, it is a safe bet that the Harrison family, like the Smiths, are now seeking others who are willing to participate in incestuous exchanges. What harm has been caused to the mental emotions of the young girl cannot be analyzed if any has been done.

The Caldwell Family

Marge and Owen Caldwell are prominent in the large city where they live. He is the senior partner of a lucrative law firm, and Marge is active in charitable drives and the upper strata of society.

She is somewhat stout and matronly, with graying hair, but very attractive. Her husband is quite distinguished-looking and seems to grow more handsome each year. What is unknown to their intimate friends, is the Caldwells are active mate-swappers. And if their friends would not be shocked by such — the swapping thing, many would be shocked if they were aware also that they are committing incest with their eighteen-year-old daughter.

Incest by the Caldwells was not intentional. It came about by an accidental meeting at a party of swinging couples.

Debbie lived alone in her own apartment. From her birth she had been given everything she desired, but when she requested to live separately from her parents, it caused quite an argument.

"But darling," her mother said, "you have everything you could possibly want right here at home. You know we never question what you do — where you go."

"I know, Mother," Debbie replied. "But all my friends have their own place and I feel left out of things."

"I don't understand that," Marge said. "You can have your friends here anytime you want."

"But Mother," Debbie argued. "There's some things a girl just has to do… like be by herself now and then. After all, you don't have to know everything I'm doing, do you?"

"Well, if you want an apartment by yourself so you can sleep all night with some boy, that I can understand," Marge said. "I know how the young kids today believe in all that sexual freedom and such… but why can't you bring your young men here?"

"You still don't understand, do you, Mother?"

The question was put to her father when he came home, and he agreed that a young person should get out into the world early. Later that night he told his wife that it would give them more freedom, also, if their daughter was out of the way. They could hold their parties at home without fear of discovery by Debbie. This cinched the argument for Debbie, although she did not know why they gave in so readily.

What Marge and Owen did not know was that Debbie had inherited the sensual natures of two. She wanted her own apartment not only to have complete privacy to indulge her sexual desires, but to have as many of the young boys and girls with her whenever she wanted.

The very first night in her new apartment, Debbie invited two of her better male friends for and evening of delight. She had been with both young men before, singly and together.

"How do we do it tonight, fellows?" she asked, greeting them at the door in a sheer gown. "Who get's sucked and who does the fucking?"

"Why not do both?" one of the men said, patting her firm buttocks. "Hell, Debbie, we'll take turns on you."

"Groovy!" she exclaimed. "The more cock I get, the better I like it. Come on in… let's get with it!" She stripped the gown from her body and arched her bushy pubic mound out sexily. "My cunt's boiling already, boys! Come and get it!"

The two men stripped in eager anticipation, both of them erected by the sensual way Debbie was posing for their hot eyes. Once they were all nude, Debbie quickly dropped to her hands and knees, she reached for the hardened penis cleaving the air in front of her and hungrily gobbled it into her mouth. The other man, watching with burning intensity, dropped behind her waving buttocks and began to kiss at the smooth flesh. Gurgling with pleasure, Debbie wriggled her white bottom in open invitation. The man lifted his face and grasped his organ, plunging it into her moist vagina without further hesitation.

"Uh… uh… uh…" she moaned as her naked body was buffeted between the double penetration. "Mmmmm… Yuuuummmm…"

"She really get's turned on," the man standing before her said hoarsely, driving his penis deeply down her throat. "I've never seen a broad that loved fucking and sucking as much as Debbie."

"Yeah, man," grunted the man as he plunged his penis in and out of her clasping vaginal canal. "And she's got the tightest little twat I've ever had!"

"Fuck the shit out of her! Ram your cock way up her snatch!"

Debbie's body trembled violently at the lewd words, enjoying them so much she banged her buttocks backward fiercely, her cheeks billowing out as the man plunged his weapon down her throat. Her tongue fluttered about the swollen penis, striving to bring the gush of semen from his hairy testicles.

"Goddamn, Debbie!" shouted the man before her sweating face. "Suck… suck my fucking prick… eat my come…"

Debbie, devouring his thick penis, tried to do just that. Her head twisted and tossed, her body in uncontrolled contortions of pure lust that burned deeply inside her naked body. Her hips churned furiously, moving back and forth, round and round as she gobbled at the jutting organ imbedded in her throat. Her body was a bundle of raw, erotic energy as she accepted happily the dual puncturing. Her efforts were not wasted. The penis stabbing into her vagina from the back erupted into a lava like flow of boiling semen, filling her clenching vagina with sticky sweetness. Her mouth came under the fierce assault of flooding semen, and she worked mightily to consume his squirting liquid.

Later, sitting about the carpet in sprawled exhaustion, one of the boys asked Debbie, "You'd be great at a party, sweet thing."

"Party?" she said, stretching like a lazy cat after a bowl of milk. "What kind of party?"

"The only kind, doll. The kind where everybody get's with it. You know… a bunch of naked broads and studs. A party where everyone get's fucked and sucked by everybody else."

"Oh, an orgy, right?"

"Right?"

"Show me the way, big dick," she grinned lewdly. "Cock is the most!"

"I know one scheduled for tomorrow night," the boy said. "Think your pussy will be in shape for it?"

"Don't you worry about my pussy, big boy," Debbie replied, opening her thighs wide. "I've got a little hairy cunt here that's always in shape for a good fuck."

"You're right, baby," the other boy said. "It's hairy and it's little. But the best of all… the fucking thing stays hot all the Goddamn time!"

Debbie exhausted the two men early, and she showed then out before midnight.

She waited eagerly for the appointed time to arrive, dressed in her sexiest miniskirt and blouse. She wore panty hose and white, knee-length boots. She knew how sensual, her appearance was, and she wanted so much to make a good impression on the swinging people she would meet. The men assured her they would all be strangers at the party, and all the men would welcome her with open arms and hard organs.

The two young men escorted her to the waiting car, and Debbie, in the middle of them, wasted no time. She unzipped both flies and manipulated their organs as they drove across town.

"She'll be the best fuck there," the driver said. "Shit, I bet Debbie could take on all of them… including the broads!"

"Ever eat any cunt, Debbie?" the man on her right said, stroking her thigh as her fist beat up and down his swollen organ. "Ever suck pussy, doll?"

"No… not yet, anyway," she replied, licking her lips. "But it's an idea. A girl can come more than a man, you know. It would last longer."

"You should get the chance tonight," the driver said. "Some of those breads go for cunt licking. Either getting ate or eating someone else."

"Good!" Debbie said breathlessly. "I just might try it."

They arrived at an expensive home set far from the road. The drive was lined with tall elm trees on spacious grounds. In the dimness, Debbie thought the place looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't be sure. A line of cars was parked to one side of the drive, and they stopped at the end.

"This is it, hot pants," the driver said. "This is where you can get all the cock you want."

Eagerly, Debbie stepped from the car, unmindful of the way her short skirt rose high on her smooth thighs. She walked between the two men, holding their hands tightly. "Hey, aren't you two going to put those delicious cocks inside your pants?" she giggled, seeing the organs sway back and forth.

"No reason to," one of them said. "Soon as we get inside someone will be grabbing."

They did not use the doorbell, but simply pushed the door open and entered a large room. Men and women were sprawled about in various states of undress. All ages seemed to be represented and Debbie saw one woman in her sixties being copulated by a man not much older than twenty. A bald-head, pot-bellied man was performing cunnilingus on a young wife as she fellated another man. Here and there were couples and threesomes doing obscene things with each other.

Debbie was disappointed that no one paid attention to her at all. The two men left her soon as they entered, and she found herself alone among the wild orgy. Squirming flesh was everywhere… masses of naked bodies contorted in various stages of excited copulation. She moved into the room. Looking about at the naked men and women. Someone brushed a hand up her leg, beneath her skirt and the inner surface of her thigh. She stopped and looked down to see the burning eyes of a young girl not much older than herself. She was sprawled with open thighs and a gray-headed woman was munching noisily into her fur-lined crotch. Groans and moans of intense sexual pleasure floated up from the girl as she stared passionately beneath Debbie's skirt.

"Later, honey," Debbie said, moving off. The question had been plain on the girl's face, she thought. The girl wanted to use her mouth on me… she wanted to lick my snatch… eat me out…

She found herself standing before a woman in her thirties, on hands and knees while a man pumped his throbbing penis in and out of her stretched rectum. She bent over and observed the skin of the woman's anus as it seemed to suck at the lunging cudgel… The man, seeing her interest, reached out and ran his hand up her thighs, cupping the covered mound of her quivering vagina. "Want it, beautiful?" he questioned. "Want it up the ass… Want me to fuck you in your asshole, beautiful?"

"No… just looking," Debbie said, enjoying the way his fingers moved about her moist lips. "Maybe later."

Already very sensual, Debbie's mind reeled with the debauchery she was seeing, never dreaming there were so many people in the world who enjoyed group sex. She stood for a moment, counting the people. Twenty-nine in all. Her excitement grew by leaps and bounds, and her fingers began to fumble at the buttons and zippers of her clothing. She dropped the garments to the floor, uncaring if they became lost among the other clothing scattered about. Slipping her panty hose from her hips and legs, she stepped from them and stood completely naked, ready and willing to accept anyone who wanted her burning body. She did not have to wait long.

"Let's fuck," a man said from somewhere.

She turned and gazed at a man in his forties, his huge penis jutting up from a thick bush of pubic hair. His hand was stroking it slowly as he looked at her loveliness. "You bet, lover!" she replied, reaching for him.

The man lay back and Debbie straddled him, her vaginal lips pulsating with the need that prowled inside her lower belly. She quickly squatted over him, grasping the erect weapon and stuffing it into her orifice without foreplay. Holding herself by placing hands flat on the floor, she began to bounce and gyrate her buttocks gleefully. The man reached up and cupped her swaying breasts, squeezing them painfully. Debbie did not mind the pain he caused — she thrilled to it! "Aaaahhh… fuck me," she wailed loudly. "Fuck the shit out my cunt… God, it's good…"

The man grinned at her outburst and dug his fingers cruelly into her swelling breasts. "You like it, baby?" he hissed up at her. "You like my prick?"

"God, yes!" Debbie shouted, working faster and faster, her climax strong inside the rippling muscles of her fiat stomach. "I love it… I love your big cock… I love prick… all prick… fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

The man bucked up at her, meeting the insane assault of her open crotch with brutal hammering. Debbie felt his penis jerk wildly inside her stretched vagina and she answered his ejaculation with her own climax. "Come… come… come…" she chanted huskily. "Come in me… come in my cunt… my fucking… fucking, fucking, fucking pussy!"

When she felt his organ begin to deflate, she lifted her body from him, the mixed juices of their mutual climax rolling down her inner thighs. Paying no attention to the mess, she moved about the room, watching the still squirming bodies, searching for another hard organ to penetrate her body… anywhere on her body… any orifice… her mouth, her vagina, her rectum.

"Debbie!"

She turned, hearing the shout — and came face to face with her mother!

"Mother!" Debbie's eyes flew open in shock. "What are… I… mean…"

Horror swept over her face as she tried to cover her naked body with her hands. It was useless… there was just too much ground to cover, and besides, what was the use?

"What are you… you doing here?" Marge stared at her daughter, also trying to cover her nakedness.

For a long time mother and daughter looked at one another, neither knowing what to say, both shocked senseless to finding themselves among the mass of naked flesh. Debbie watched her mother shove a man's head from her dripping crotch, trying to cover herself, as she moved him. Recovering from her shock first, Marge stood up and took her daughter by the hand, leading her from the huge room and entering an empty bedroom.

"God!" she said, sinking to the bed. "How did you ever get…"

"Mixed up with this?" Debbie finished for her mother. "I was going to ask you the same thing, Mother."

"It's a long story," Marge said. "What I want to know is you. How long have you been doing this!"

"It's my first time," Debbie said. She no longer felt ashamed at being here and finding her mother involved. In fact, it amused her. "Does Daddy know about this you?"

"Yes, he knows, dear," Marge answered, realizing her daughter was not embarrassed at all. "He's here someplace… out there mixed up with the naked bodies."

"You've done this before, haven't you, Mother?"

"Well, I don't suppose there's any reason to hide it now, is there?" Marge said, "We've been at it many years. Now… I suppose you'll hate your mother and father."

"Oh, no, Mother," Debbie said, sitting beside the older woman. "I think it's groovy! What the hell you and Daddy aren't any different from anyone else, are you? I mean… you like to fuck as much as anyone, don't you?"

"You know," Marge said, looking into her daughter's face. "If I heard you use such language a couple of days ago, I would have washed your mouth out with soap."

"Come off it, Mother," Debbie said. "You don't seem to have the right to say such things now, do you? Not after being here… that man between your legs and eating your cunt like it was ice cream!"

"You're right, dear," Marge agreed. "I don't have the right any longer. You've grown up… and I suppose you enjoy sex… fucking… the same as your father and I do."

"You bet your sweet ass I do!" Debbie grinned lewdly. "Maybe more."

"You are a pretty thing," Marge said, her eyes lowering to the pointed breasts of her daughter. "Such nice, round titties… I bet you don't have to wait in line for a bit of cock, do you?"

"Not this girl, Mother!" Debbie laughed. "It's the men who wait in line for a crack at me… crack!"

"Hot little thing, huh?"

"The hottest," Debbie said. "I must have been born with a hot pussy, Mother. Think maybe I take after you?"

"Possibly, dear," Marge grinned back.

"I started fucking at eight years old, Mother," Debbie confessed. "And ever since then, I can't get enough cock."

"Yes, you do take after me," Marge replied. "Hey," she exclaimed suddenly. "Let's surprise your father! I bet the old goat will love this… you being here with us. Would you be willing to…"

"To fuck dear old Daddy?" Debbie said, finishing the question for her mother. "Why the fuck not? A cock is a cock… I don't have any sex hang-ups. That is, if you don't care."

"Care? He's shoved his prick into dozens of girls already… some of them your age. Maybe a little incest will be interesting."

"You're lewd, Mother," Debbie giggled.

"Obscene is more like it," Marge giggled also. "Downright cock-sucking, mother-fucking — no, father-fucking — obscene!"

"Yeah, isn't it delicious?" Debbie shivered, hugging herself tightly. "A little old incestuous bit of fucking would be great! Let's go find Daddy!"

Together, mother and daughter left the bedroom in search of Owen. They found him entangled with two naked females — one sucking eagerly and noisily on his huge penis; the other squatting across his face as he delved deeply into her squirming vagina. "Owen?" Marge called, leaning down to peer into his eyes. "Owen, take your mouth away from that cunt for a minute. I've got a surprise for you!"

Owen looked up at his wife, mumbling unintelligible sounds from around the hair that covered his mouth. Then he saw his daughter peering with wide-eyed interest at him. Suddenly he shoved the naked girl from his head, jerking his penis from the sucking mouth with a loud pop. "What the hell…"

Marge laughed at his shocked face. "Debbie is here, dear," she said. "And guess what?"

"Oh, Lord!" he groaned. "How… when…"

"Oh, shut up, Owen," Marge said, taking him by the hand and leading his naked body from the writhing girls who clutched hungrily at his body. "Come here and I'll tell you something."

She led him to the same bedroom where she shoved him down onto the bed, standing wide-legged before him. Debbie had followed, entering the room and closing the door behind her. She flicked the light switch, flooding the room in brightness. She stood beside her mother, amused at the way her father's shocked eyes moved up and down her naked body.

"Debbie, oh God!" he moaned, humiliation showing on his face.

"Oh, don't be a baby," Debbie said. "I know all about you now, Daddy. I promise not to tell anyone."

"Listen, Owen," Marge said. "Debbie's ready… I've told her all of it. She's told me a few things, too. She's no innocent child, you know."

"Why, Daddy!" Debbie said, her eyes moving down his body to glance at the still-throbbing and saliva coated penis that jutted up from a thick bush of dark, wiry pubic hair. "I didn't know you had such a big prick! If I had known it was so beautiful… I'd have been after you a long time ago!"

"Debbie!" he stared in horror at her. "You don't know what you're saying! Why, that's… that's…"

"Incest, darling?" Marge said, "You damned well know it is! But look at her… isn't she just about the juiciest, most luscious piece of ass in this house?"

"God… it's wrong… wrong…" he moaned, yet unable to take his eyes from the naked loveliness of his daughter. The jutting breasts, the narrow waist that flowed into ripe, round hips and strong, slim thighs. The misty triangle on her mounded vagina seemed to barely conceal the pink moistness of her split.

Debbie, knowing he was hooked from the expression on his face, arched her pelvis forward, spreading her thighs and using her fingers to pull the lips of her wet genitals open. "Look at it, Daddy," she said throatily. "Look at my cunt… isn't it pretty? Wouldn't you simply love to suck my pussy, Daddy? It tastes so much sweeter than that broad you were licking. Here, Daddy… kiss my pussy!"

He drew back from the hairy mound as Debbie arched it toward his face. He stared for a long time at the moist, palpitating slit of his daughter, then lifted his face to stare into the eyes of his wife and daughter. "No no," he murmured. "I can't… We can't do that no… I won't…"

"Goddamn it!" Debbie shouted. "What's so different about my cunt hole? It's just like arty other twat, isn't it? I get hot like those girls out there! I enjoy having my pussy licked, too! I like to get fucked as well as any other cunt!"

Marge reached out and fingered her daughters extended clitoris, urging her husband to lap at the pink bud. Still, Owen cringed from the incestuous act. His organ, slowly deflating, drew inward. Debbie, seeing this, became angry. "What the fuck, Daddy," she hissed.

"Your Goddamn cock is soft! Does that mean you don't like me? Does it mean you don't find my body as pretty as those others? Isn't my pussy as juicy?"

"God, Debbie…" he moaned miserably, still cringing from her. "We can't…"

"Fuck that, Daddy," she snarled. "I'll show you! I'll make your cock sit up and beg to get into my slit you'll cream your drawers, just wanting to… begging me to let you fuck me!" Quickly she dropped to her knees before the terrified man, her hands massaging his limp penis.

"Suck him, Debbie," Marge urged. "Suck your father's cock! Make it hard and then he'll fuck you with, it!"

Debbie required no encouragement. She dropped her face to the limp organ, her lips parting. She sucked the weapon into her mouth and started running her tongue in circling swirls around it. Her hands gripped his testicles, pulling at the wrinkled sac, mewling from deep in her throat at the incestuous fellatio she eagerly performed on the unwilling man.

Despite his horror, Owen's penis began to swell and throb beneath the wet ministrations of his daughter's greedy lips and tongue. It soon erected into a powerful, rock-hard instrument, the swollen head sliding deeply into her throat. For a tong time, Debbie sucked on the immense penis, her mind and body becoming heated beyond all control. Her long hair fanned out as she tossed and bobbed her head up and down, moist sounds coming from her tightly stretched lips. Up and down round and round… Debbie sucked hard, her tongue flickering about the small slit and twisting about the smooth, bulging head. Her passion increased beyond anything she had ever known or experienced.

Marge stood and watched, her eyes gleaming with her own growing lust. She began to massage her genitals, rocking her hips back and forth. She, too, found the incestuous oral connection extremely exciting. "Suck his cock, Debbie," she whispered, her breath coming in short gasps. "Suck your father's fucking prick… make him come off… suck his semen out… swallow it…"

Owen, no longer struggling, allowed his daughter to suck him. He looked down his body, to see her sparkling eyes gleam back at him, the happiness shining brightly from them. He looked at his passionate wife, seeing her masturbate in open desire. Then he went off.

Debbie tasted the semen spurt into her mouth and she renewed her efforts to make this the best of all possible suckings her father had ever before enjoyed. She swallowed, preparing for the next thick load. Time and again he shot into her mouth. Debbie could not contain the copious flow, and the white substance dribbled from the corner of her mouth, sliding down the shaft of his penis to mat the thick, wiry hair of his groin. Owen was arching up now, driving his spewing cudgel deep as she struggled for breath and at the same time to create the powerful suction of her jaws and lips. He soon stopped squirting, and his daughter licked the few remaining drops of his sperm from the sensitive slit on the head of his softening penis. Lifting her face, she grinned at him.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it, Daddy?"

Owen could only groan his agreement.

"Now," Marge said, taking her wet fingers from her quivering vagina. "Do you think it's wrong, Owen? Didn't Debbie just give you the best blow job ever? Can she or can't she suck a cock?"

"Christ, yes!"

"Then," Marge said, sitting down next to him and cupping his empty testicles in one hand. "Don't you think she deserves a royal fucking… by you?"

"I might as well… now," he replied. "The damage has been done."

"Oh, Daddy," Debbie said teasingly. "There hasn't been any damage. You have the best tasting prick I've ever sucked… and I intend to suck you off again and again… and again…"

This new relationship found new meaning in the lives of the Caldwells. They decided to leave the party for the night, to go home together and enjoy the fruits of their incestuous desires. It was something special, this new thing between them, and they wanted to be alone while they explored it further.

It took a long time for Owen and Marge to find their clothing, but Debbie's was still where she had left them. Dressing quickly, they left the house unnoticed. During the drive, the three discussed what had happened, and much to all three's surprise, they found much in common, sexually speaking.

Owen, now that his initial shock was over, became quite excited at the prospect of copulating with his daughter. It was a new kick for him… the same as it was for his wife, Marge. Mother, father and daughter chattered gayly during the drive, confessing the things they enjoyed, the things they had done with each other and with others. Marge and Owen laughed when Debbie admitted to seeing them copulate when she was a young girl. She stated she had watched them to the completion, and then gone to her room and masturbated herself to an orgasm. She told them of her attempts to spy on either of them when they were bathing, wanting to see their sex organs desperately.

Arriving home, the small family wasted no time in undressing for the second time that night. Owen found himself in a high state of erection — more powerful then ever before. His penis jutted out in throbbing hardness, the smooth head so swollen it looked ready to burst. A bit of semen beaded at the small slit. His wife eagerly licked it away with an agile flick of her tongue as Debbie massaged his low-hanging testicles in an attempt to bring forth more fluid.

"Let's get this sweet pussy ready," Owen said, fingering his daughter's pulsating vagina. "I'm beginning to like the idea of fucking my daughter." He worked his digit in and out of her widespread crotch as she stood trembling in the center of the floor. "Both of us, Owen," Marge exclaimed, her hand working at the smooth swelling of Debbie's buttocks. "Let's both of us give her the fuck of her life!"

"Wonderful!" Debbie sighed, rotating her pelvis with the feeling fingers. "I love two… any two doing things to me!"

"I'll eat her twat," Marge said, eagerly gripping her daughter's buttocks and squeezing hard. "I'll eat the plea right out of that delicious cunt!"

Debbie, seeing her mother flop to the floor, straddled her face and squatted down until the hairy slit was above the already kissing lips. She planted her firm buttocks across her mother's face, twisting and sliding the fur-lined slit over the sucking mouth, her puckered anus brushing across Marge's nose. Facing her mother's feet, she looked down at the thick triangle of pubic hair concealing the palpitating lips of her mother's vagina. A pink tongue flicked over her moist lips as she lowered her body, gripping the squirming hips of Marge. "I've thought about it before," she said huskily, "and now I'm going to do it! Mother… I'm going to eat your cunt!"

"Mmmmm…" came the muffled response. Marge lifted her pelvis up, and Debbie quickly slid her hands beneath to cup the swelling buttocks. She stared for a long moment into the wetness presented to her, seeing the heavy thighs of her mother spread wide. Squealing delightedly, Debbie dipped her face down into the thick hair, her tongue swiping up and down, crossing the tip of the gleaming clitoris that peeked wantonly at her from the moist folds of flesh. Gurgling happily, Debbie licked and lapped at the flowing juices her mother poured forth, the tongue darting up and down the delicious flesh, first tasting one quivering vaginal lip, then the other. A loud moan of animal intensity erupted from Debbie's throat. Her open crotch banged tightly against the slavering mouth of Marge, and her body shook as the oral appendage ravished the inner membranes of her sensitive and highly excited slit. Her own tongue became a separate thing, working as if it had a mind of its own. Deeper and deeper it delved, moist groans of glee coming from the hair-framed lips.

Owen, standing with his penis cleaving the air like a mighty cudgel of some primitive beasts, growled his lust. Watching his wife mouth and kiss and suck and lick at their daughter's dripping vagina, seeing her tiny anus wink in brown invitation, he roared, "Goddamn! I've got to… Debbie, do you hear me? I've got to stick my cock up that pretty ass! Right up that cute asshole of your's!"

"Uh… uh…" Debbie answered as well possible. Although she could not voice her desire, she arched her buttocks upward, rotating them in wide demented lust. She pulled one hand from beneath her mother's buttocks and reached behind to clasp tightly one of her own. She pulled the smooth cheek apart, although the lovely globes were spread to extreme already. She tapped her forefinger against the pulsating hole, indicating to her father she was more than ready for his incestual anal penetration.

Owen dropped to his knees behind his daughter's waving bottom, his hand grasping the base of his tremendous organ, aiming the throbbing, semen-dripping head toward the small hole. Marge stared at his swinging testicles with wide eyes, her tongue in constant motion as she bucked her own hips up and down in growing passion. She gripped her daughters buttocks, a hand on each cheek, trying to pull them further apart for the assault of her husband's weapon on the defenseless rectum of Debbie. Owen introduced the tip of his swollen penis to the opening, brushing it up and down, coating the brownish pucker with the semen that oozed from the thick tube. After lubricating Debbie's anus, he pressured the swollen knob against her tight hole. Feeling this, Debbie groaned long and low, shoving backward to meet the invasion. She rotated her buttocks, smashing her mother's face into her quivering vagina as the immense penis popped into her resisting rectum.

"God Almighty!" Owen yelled. "It's tight… so fucking tight! Marge… she's got the tightest asshole I've ever fucked! Christ… is it ever good!"

Marge looked up from her feast, seeing the thick cudgel burrow deeper and deeper into the stretching elasticity of her daughter's rectum. Slowly, her father entered the burning channel, further and further until she felt the wiry hairs of his groin tickle the smoothness of her butt-cheeks. "Ooooommmm mmmmmmm…" she gurgled, working her bottom in small circles, trying to keep her vagina on her mother's sucking mouth and at the same time receive as much pleasure-pain as possible from the penis of her father sticking far into the dark, moist recesses of her bowels.

Her buttocks were pummeled by his ramming rod as he plunged in and out, holding her smooth hips in his strong fingers. Her crotch was burning from the stabbing tongue of her mother, her clitoris tingling with building sensations of threatened orgasm. Her lips opened wide, and she sucked in the pulsating vaginal lips of her mother, her tongue pressed between them like a sandwich. She ran it in and out like a saber, feeling the sleek walls of her mother's genital orifice contract and then loosen. She sucked on strands of silky pubic hair, chewing and moaning as she twisted her tongue about the pulsating clitoris, attempting to swallow the bud of sensation. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced in her young life… this dual assault on her sensitive body by both parents.

Debbie was no longer a part of herself. Her mind reeled in insane passion, her body quivering and trembling and shaking in violent lust. She became as a demented woman, every nerve-end seemingly roaring for release. Time and again, she came close to the coveted explosion, yet it evaded her. She grew to the peak, al most went over, then screamed her disappointment as it receded. Furiously she lapped and sucked on her mother's clitoris and dug her tongue deeply into the writhing, hairy crotch. It appeared that Debbie, if she could achieve the climax she desired so much with her genitals and rectum, she would try and bring it to her mouth.

The room was filled with the moist sounds of sucking mouths, the banging of hairy groin on smooth buttocks. Moans and groans of maddeningly increasing lust bubbled from three mouths, grunts became louder as their efforts to bring forth the orgasm grew in intensity. Nothing mattered now… it did not matter to any one; mother, father and daughter were aware of only one thing… the delightful, insane and incestuous coupling each had longed for so many years.

"God… God…" Owen grunted, jamming his penis far into the tightly clasping rectum of his daughter. "I'm… I'm coming… coming…"

"Uh… uh… me toooo!" Marge pulled her lips away from the hairy feast to scream. Her crotch bucked up against the devouring mouth of her daughter, grinding in circular motions of such wild lust, Debbie had trouble keeping her lips glued to the pulsating lips.

"Come, then!" she panted, struggling to achieve her own orgasm that boiled someplace deep in her lower belly. Her sweet buttocks were a blur of motion as she gyrated them obscenely, the penis rammed into her rectum, the dipping tongue far into her vaginal canal, created such a storm of pleasure she was certain her life was no more if she did not come off. "Come… up my asshole, Daddy! Come in my mouth, Mother!"

Debbie's desires became real as the scalding sperm from her father's penis shot like rapid-fire globs into her rectum. And with the first splash of his juices, her mouth became flooded with the delicious taste of her mother's boiling secretions. The double orgasm triggered her body into the most intense, body shaking climax Debbie had ever experienced. She went into convulsions as the storm whipped her young body into unbelievable contortions. Time and again she let loose a copious flood of liquid that cascaded down over her mother's sucking mouth and cheeks, dripping over her face and, getting in the almost gray hair. She hammered her crotch painfully into Marge's continuously sucking mouth as she shuddered to a finish.

"Ooooohhh…" she moaned in total exhaustion, slumping nakedly across her mother's heaving body, her cheeks resting on the softly haired mound. She was aware of her father pulling his deflated penis from her now sore anus, and she rolled tiredly from her mother to lay on her back, sprawled in obscene gratification. Her eyes were closed, but her wet lips smiled happily.

All through the night, mother, father and daughter assaulted one another, bringing climax after climax until they could no longer move, and slept where they fell — the living room floor.

Slight remorse was evident on mother and father the next morning, but Debbie showed no indications of guilt. She was too happy about what had happened. She explained to her parents that she had desired copulation with her father for years, but never had the nerve to attempt a seduction of him. She had been surprised to find them at a swinging party — an orgy, to be exact — but she was very happy the way things turned out. Marge, after her slight guilt was gone, told her daughter about the many parties she and Owen attended, the activities they participated in. She also mentioned her happiness that Debbie was bisexual also, along with being an extremely passionate girl.

"This way," Marge said. "When we get hot and Owen isn't around… you and I can have a little pussy eating time together, dear."

"Yummy!" Debbie exclaimed. "That was my first time, Mother, but it certainly won't be my last! It isn't as good as sucking a big prick, but it will do until one comes along."

The following week, it was decided to take Debbie along with them to a party. It was going to be a small party — five or six men and women — but Debbie didn't care about the number of participants. Her concern was getting enough… and Marge and Owen assured her she would. If not, they said, then they would provide her with all she desired later.

At the party, Debbie was introduced as their daughter. Amazement showed on faces as they stared at the lovely girl, then excitement at an incestuous family joining them brought forth a ripple of conversation.

"Fuck his own daughter?"

"God… really turns you on, doesn't it?"

"I wonder if she eats pussy? Fucks in the ass?"

The Caldwells listened to the buzz of conversation, smiling, then Owen held up his hands. "Listen… all of you! My daughter will do all of those things — and gladly. Just give her a chance to get naked and you'll see."

Debbie began stripping quickly. She was eager to get involved with new men and women, and by the time she was totally naked, her hips were jerking in copulatory motions. Loud sighs expressed appreciation of her beauty, and the men and women suddenly started tearing at their clothing. It did not matter to Debbie that the couples were all in their forties and fifties. She stood in the center of the room, gazing out at the group as they became naked, caressing her own breasts in growing anticipation. A man reached out for her and fondled her vagina momentarily, then a woman. Every person in the room had to touch her smooth body as if making sure she was real. Debbie glowed under the thrill of being the center of attraction. She spread her legs and stood there, allowing any and all to caress what ever portion of her naked skin they desired. A woman behind her spread her firm buttocks and peered between them, her finger brushing across the pink-brown anus: Debbie felt a quick darting of a tongue as the woman licked into the quivering rectal door.

As if in silent agreement, the group of naked people decided to give Debbie the works — a sort of initiation. She was lifted and carried to a dining room table and placed on her back. She lay there, arms at her sides, smiling up at the hungry faces that surrounded her. She saw her parents standing off to one side, fondling each other's genitals as they observed their daughter being prepared for sexual sacrifice. Goose pimples raced up and down her naked flesh as she waited, holding her breath with anticipation of what was about to happen to her.

A man leaned over and sucked in one of her breasts, chewing at the erect nipple. Her other swelling mound came under the oral attentions of a woman. Someone was spreading the cheeks of her bottom, and she felt the swollen organ of some unknown man pressuring against her tightly constricted rectum. Relaxing the sphincter, she felt the delicious warmth spread over her as the man penetrated deeply into her bowels. Her legs spread wide, wrapping around his hips as he began pumping in and out. Debbie automatically returned his movements with her own, smooth muscles rippling across her fiat stomach. A woman leaned over and began licking and sucking at her extended clitoris peeking from the soft mat of pubic hair and pink folds of vaginal flesh. Her nerves began to tingle from the multiple attentions she was receiving as she writhed in delight on the table.

She felt nothing more could happen to bring such intense pleasure, but a man leaned over her rippling belly and began tracing his tongue over every inch, every pore, of her skin. A woman leaned over her face and Debbie eagerly accepted the tongue that dived into her mouth. Her hands, clenching into the table cloth, began seeking something better to hang onto. Her right hand brushed across a swaying penis, and she immediately gripped it in her fist, working back and forth. Her left, reaching for another male organ, contacted the furry bush of a woman's vagina. Uncaring whether it was male or female genitals, Debbie stabbed two fingers into the pulsating orifice and began to pump in and out. She felt more alive than at any time in her life at this moment. Saliva was smeared over her breasts as the man and woman sucked and licked at the bursting flesh of her mounds. Sharp teeth nipped painfully at her erect nipples, but Debbie did not mind — indeed, she thrilled to the electric jolts of pain that shot through her naked, writhing body. The tongue on her stomach was tracing a moist line about her indented navel, tapping in and out with a wet rhythm. Her tiny, palpitating clitoris was silently screaming into the mouth of the woman who nibbled and sucked and licked at it. Her rectum was afire with sensation as she buffeted her buttocks up and down, clamping her cheeks around the stiff rod as it pumped time and again into her. She beat back and forth on the throbbing penis in her right hand, the fingers of her left digging furiously into the willing vagina of some woman. She sucked and chewed on the tongue that was striving to enter her very throat. Moans of demented sexuality erupted from her mouth as the sensations of lust flowed warmly over her. Her mind exploded and she was unable to think of anything but the numerous things that were happening to her — to her mind and body. Debbie was coming off — climaxing with small spasms that seemed to be in every fiber of her being. She felt as if her very toes and fingers were in the throes of a tremendous climax as she groaned and tossed her body about. No sooner would one orgasm recede into nothing, than another would suddenly build and explode into heavenly seas of passion. She became a tide of orgasms, like the waves of the ocean. The climax would roll up into a huge swell, rushing toward the sandy beach, then break over the shore in a warm, foaming spray. Then the orgasm would recede back out to the sea, only to return seconds later with a more powerful force. Blackness rolled over her like a misty fog at first, then she screamed out as the unconsciousness overtook her convulsing body.

Debbie was out of the party for the rest of the night. Although she was a very sensual girl, thrilling to sexual activity in any form, the invasion of her young body was too much for her. She was overwhelmed with what had happened to her, so she was carried to a bedroom and placed on the bed, where she remained in exhausted slumber until her parents woke her.

Marge and Owen felt their daughter had been put through too much of a strain that particular night and decided it — would not happen again. Debbie argued, saying she loved it — every minute of it — but her parents were obstinate in their desire to protect her from lustful excesses. They took her to other parties with them, but would not allow her to become the focal point of a mass sexual connection.

Debbie returned to her home, no longer having an excuse to live alone. She had no desire to live alone now, and she indulged in every form of sexual activity her young mind could develop… with not only her parents, but with other young people she brought home with her. Some of the young ones were surprised to find her parents in the house, but it did not take a strong argument from Debbie to set them at ease. Many times her mother and father joined her and whatever partner she had at the time — man or girl.

The Ward Family

The Ward family consists of father, mother and one son. They are not as well off financially as the Caldwells — in fact, they are borderline poverty. George, the father, is a long-distance truck driver out of work at the moment. He is not a large man, but has strong and muscular arms from wrestling his heavy rig for many years.

His wife, Peggy, is a light woman. She has just passed her thirtieth birthday, but has the looks of one still in her teens. She is willowy almost to the point of being skinny, but her breasts swell out in firm, resilient mounds. Her hips and buttocks are boyish, and her thighs and legs are somewhat bony. A sprinkle of freckles covers her upturned nose, creating a youthful appearance below her copper-colored hair.

George and Peggy married quite young, she being hardly sixteen and he not much more than twenty. Their son, Larry, was born in the first year of marriage and now is a miniature of his father at thirteen years old. He is a shy, withdrawn young man, preferring books to the strenuous activity of sports. He has a brilliant mind, and someday wants to become a doctor of medicine.

Peggy, afraid of the incestuous desires she has found herself with since her son grew into puberty, has tried to hide the fact from her husband, fearful of his condemnation. George, a latent homosexual, also has tried to hide his incestuous desires from his wife. Although never having a homosexual contact in his life, he found himself with the unbearable urge to perform fellatio on his own son — and to have the favor returned. Strange as it may seem, their son, Larry, would have been more than willing to cooperate in his parent's strange desires. He has made many attempts to observe his mother in the bath, or when she utilizes the toilet. At night he visualizes what their organs would look like, how it would feel if he could touch his mother's genitals, or manipulate his father's penis. Larry became a habitual masturbator with his first ejaculation at the age of eleven.

Larry was sitting in the bathroom, a portfolio of pictures laid out on the floor before him. He was squatting, leaning back against the bathtub as he peered at the photos on the floor. He was proud of his collection of pornographic pictures, having acquired them in exchange for masturbating a teen-aged boy one day in a weed-covered field.

Now, squatting on the bathroom floor and jerking his fist up and down his erected penis, he stared at the men and women who were indulging in every known form of sexual connection. His breath came in loud pants as he strived to bring forth an ejaculation.

Totally absorbed in his self-abuse, he was unaware of his mother who stood at the door, watching him. The house they lived in was run-down and in need of repair, the bathroom door being one item. It never closed tight, and the latch had long ago been broken. Peggy had been watching her son masturbate for many months now, having discovered Larry spending long minutes in the bathroom. At first she was ashamed of her incestuous desire to rush into the room and grasp his penis and masturbate him herself. But the longer she stood there, the less shame she felt. Now, whenever she knew her son was entering the bathroom, she would go to the door and watch him in secrecy. Her greatest thrill was to see the white globs of his semen spurt out the little hole at the end of his hard organ.

Standing there now, her breath coming in hot gasps of excitement, Peggy squeezed her fingers into her overly large breasts as she watched. Her son, naked and squatting as he was, knees spread wide, gave her the view she enjoyed most; his testicles and penis fully exposed to her hot eyes. It was this day Peggy made up her mind to throw caution out the window and attempt a sexual intimacy with her son.

Quickly she left the door and went to her bedroom. Removing her panties, she sat down at the battered dressing table, brushing her copper-colored hair. "Larry!" she called loudly, "Larry… come here a moment!"

Hearing his mother's voice, Larry stopped pumping his penis and listened. He did not want to leave now, his orgasm was close and his penis was throbbing for the release.

"Larry! Come here… now!"

"Just a minute, Mother!" he called out.

"Right now, Larry!" Peggy insisted, not wanting him to ejaculate, afraid it would take the edge off his passion… and she needed his passion to be at a high peak for her purpose. "Come here right now!"

Sighing, Larry quickly pulled his pants on, his organ still bulging with hardness. Leaving his shirt off, he stood at his parent's bedroom, looking in at his mother. She looked up at him from the mirror. "Sit on the bed a moment, dear," she said, her eyes seeing the bulge at his groin. "I've got something to show you."

Reluctantly, Larry moved into the room, trying to shield his erection from her. He sat down on the bed and looked questioningly at his mother's back. The dress she wore was old and faded, a garment she had worn as a child in school. Peggy turned, making certain that she swung one leg over the stool and the hem of her skirt slid high on her skinny thigh. Sitting on the stool with her legs straddling it, she watched her son's eyes widen, and knew he was seeing what she wanted him to see.

Larry stared beneath the skirt of his mother. Her bush of copperish-colored pubic hair was almost fully exposed to him, and he could see the faint outline of her vaginal lips. He grew weak from what he found himself looking at, finally realizing his desire to see his mother's genitals. He gasped loudly, then lifted his eyes. His young face flushed pinkly as his mother stared back at him. "What's wrong, Larry?" she said softly. "Are you sick?"

"N-no… Gosh!"

"What is it, dear?" she insisted, watching him intently as his eyes lowered once more to peek under her dress.

"Mother…" he said in a low voice. "You're… you're showing… you don't have any panties on."

"What am I showing, Larry?" she asked, looking down and about as if she could not find anything wrong.

"You're… you're…" he stammered in confusion. He was unable to tear his eyes from the exposure, although he knew he was blushing furiously and some-what ashamed of himself.

"I can't help it, Larry," Peggy said. "We don't have any money for me to buy new panties… and the ones I have are torn up."

For a long moment, Peggy continued to sit and expose her genitals to her young son, her passion growing more fierce by the moment. She was happy to see he did not lose his erection, and she made a point of looking at it. "Larry," she said in a gentle voice, trying to keep it from quivering. "Do you like… I mean… is it alright?"

"What? Is what… alright?" he asked in return.

Her courage left her. Peggy could not go through with it. She brought her other leg around and closed her thighs tightly, feeling her clitoris throb between the concealment of her thighs. She pressed her hands down into her lap, no longer looking at her son. She was ashamed of herself now, but Larry's confusion was gone. One of his desires had been accomplished finally, and he wanted to rush to the bathroom and continue his self-abuse with the image of his mother's hair-lined vagina still fresh in his young mind.

"What did you want, Mother?" he asked, squirming on the bed.

"Oh…" Peggy looked up, her cheeks tinged with pink, and her eyes immediately fell on his bulging groin. "Nothing, Larry…"

He started to get up, anxious to grasp his penis, feeling he would ejaculate at any second if he did not leave now. Peggy jumped to her feet, rushing to the boy before he could get to his feet and leave. Forcing a laugh, she sat down beside him and started tickling the boy. Soon they were rolling around on the bed, wrestling happily and tickling each other. During the scuffle, her dress slid up, higher and higher until she was almost exposed again. She was aware of it, but the more she wrestled with her young son, the more her courage returned. She felt his hardness press against her hip and thighs now and then as they rolled about on the bed.

Getting him down on his back, Peggy straddled her son and sat squarely down on his erection. Her warm buttocks almost caused Larry to climax, but he somehow kept from it. Suddenly he lay still, looking up at his mother who held his arms pinned to his sides with her knees. Peggy could feel his penis jerk and throb against the naked flesh of her crotch, and she pressed down harder than normal. She stared into his eyes, and at once understood the lust behind them, realizing her son desired her.

Watching him, wanting him now with more intensity than ever, Peggy placed her hands on her thighs, settling down heavily on his throbbing penis. "I know what… what that… is," she whispered in a thick voice.

Unable to answer, Larry stared back into his mother's lust filmed eyes. He squirmed his buttocks, pressing his covered penis hard against her naked flesh. "I can't… can't help it, Mother," he finally managed to say.

"I know, dear," Peggy replied, answering his pressure with her own. "I've seen you… doing that to yourself. You use those pictures, don't you, Larry?"

Her son blushed at her confession, but he was unable to take his eyes from hers. Slowly, he nodded his head. She gazed at him for another long moment, moving her buttocks gently on his swelling organ, then she said, "Why, Larry? Why do you use those pictures? Do they excite you?"

"Y-yes…" he stammered.

"Did you… enjoy… seeing me," she whispered almost inaudibly, her tongue thick in her mouth. "I mean I know you saw… down there. Did you like it?"

"Y-yes, Mother…"

"Did it excite you… seeing my… me?"

"Oh, yes…"

"It's better than pictures, isn't it?" she said, growing bold now, getting the correct answers to her questions. She wriggled her buttocks on his swollen member suggestively, no longer ashamed of her desire, not caring if he was repulsed by her actions. "Isn't the real thing better, Larry?"

"Yes, yes… it is!" he gasped, working his hips up to meet the slowly rotating buttocks.

"Would you like to see more of me, dear," she said. "Would you like to see your mother… naked?"

"Uh… I think so," he replied, his mind blazing with the desire to see her fully undressed. The image of what he had seen earlier burned in his young cock like a blast furnace, and he felt as if he was about to ejaculate any second now. "Yes… I would, Mother!"

"What would you do, Larry?" she teased. "Would you jack off? If you saw me naked… was able to look at me the way you do those pictures… would you jack off?"

"I don't… know," he said truthfully. "I don't think I… could. Not with you watching me."

"Say you will," Peggy pressured her buttocks against his straining member until she felt it in the crevice of her cheeks. "Say you'll jack off, dear… and I'll let you look at me… naked!"

"Well…" Larry hesitated bashfully.

"I'll pose for you, Larry," Peggy offered. "I'll take my dress off and pose any way you want — just like those pictures — if you'll jack your cock off."

Larry agreed to manipulate his penis in exchange for his mother to expose herself in various positions. Giggling lewdly, Peggy pulled herself free from atop his small body and sat on the bed. She lifted her knees, spreading them out wide, her dress bunched about her waist. "See," she said in growing excitement. "I'll do it, Larry… I'll show you everything you want to see. Do you like looking at it? Doesn't it make you get hard… don't it make you want to jack off, Larry?"

The young boy stared at the open crotch of his mother, his fingers fumbling at the zipper of his faded jeans. He pulled his throbbing penis free and wrapped his hands about the shaft. Staring between her thighs at the bushy, moist vaginal lips, he slowly rubbed both his hands up and down his penis.

"Take off those pants, dear," Peggy said, her eyed glued to the swollen head of his member. "Take off all your clothes. I like to see you naked, also."

No longer bashful, Larry removed his pants and sat on the bed with legs wide. His penis jutted out before him, his testicles swollen tightly into his groin. He did not have much pubic hair yet, and his mother's breath caught in her throat as she stared at him. She lifted the worn dress from her body, tossing it aside and sat there, completely naked as her son's eyes roamed hotly about the trembling flesh. He saw the huge nipples set in the center of her large breasts, and her belly quivered as his eyes moved down to stare into the spread lips of her hairy vagina.

"Isn't this much better than using pictures, Larry?" she said, watching as his fist began to pump up and down his organ. "Isn't your mother… I mean, wouldn't you rather look at me and jack off?"

"Yes," Larry panted, thrilling to the lewd exposure as he masturbated himself. He leaned back on one hand, his other moving faster and faster as he gazed from trembling breasts to hairy crotch. "Better much better."

"That's it, darling," Peggy said soothingly with passion, her eyes flaming in bright lust as she observed his every movement. "Jack off… jack your lovely prick off for Mother… make it shoot out that… stuff, come make yourself come, darling… look at Mother's pussy and come off…"

"Uh… uh… uh…" Larry grunted in a strained voice. He could feel the juices bubbling inside his testicles as he stared at his mother's moist and quivering vaginal lips, seeing the tiny clitoris peek obscene at him from the pink folds. "Now… I'll come… now!"

Quickly, Peggy reached out a hand and caught the first squirt of his sperm. Holding her hand at the tip of his penis, she watched intensely as his young semen spurted forth and pooled in glistening whiteness in her palm. Larry jerked harder and harder until he finally dribbled to an ooze. With her thumb, his mother wiped the last drop of his fluid from the small hole, then taking a cloth from the bed-side table, she wiped her hand clean.

"Next time," she said, slipping her dress over her head, "when you want to jack off, dear, you just let me know. You can throw those pictures away now, can't you? It's so much better to have the real thing to look at, isn't it?"

Larry happily agreed.

"You better get your pants on, darling," she said lovingly. "Your father will be home soon, and we can't let him know about this."

George came home about two hours after the incestuous masturbation between mother and son, grumbling that there were no jobs available. He was grumpy the rest of the day, mumbling aloud where their next meal was coming from. As the evening wore on, he became aware of the different relationship between his son and wife. He noticed that Peggy was always finding some excuse to brush against Larry, and once she bent over and kissed his forehead, something she had not done in years.

Larry, being young and somewhat innocent, lay on the floor attempting to peek up his mother's dress occasionally. When Peggy realized what he was trying to do, she slumped on the chair and parted her thighs slightly, keeping a wary eye on her husband. George knew something strange was going on, but what it was he wasn't sure. Then he understood that his wife was deliberately trying to give their son a glance at her genitals. Pretending to read the want ads of the evening paper, he watched from the corner of his eyes. He saw his son's groin swell, realizing the boy was getting an erection. Looking at his wife, the strange behavior of the two finally dawned on him. He didn't know how far they had gone, but he knew one thing his wife was teasing their son by exposing herself deliberately.

Instead of being horrified, he began to formulate a plan in his mind. He wanted to know how far they had gone in this little game of theirs. And along with his plan, he found himself with the strongest urge ever to take his son's penis into his mouth and fellate him to completion.

When George first became aware of his homosexual attraction to his young son, he was tormented almost out of his mind. He had never been exposed to a homosexual relationship in his life — indeed he had never felt attracted to another male in any form. He fought the growing desire as much as possible, finally giving in to fantasies whereby he could do as he pleased with the young boy without fear of accusations and repercussions.

The next afternoon, he announced he was going out to look for a job again, saying he would not be back until late that evening — he wanted to give them plenty of time. He got into the battered sedan and drove a few blocks from the house. There, he parked the car and entered the alley at the rear of his home. Silently moving to the back of the house, he peered into windows until he found them.

There, before his eyes, on his own bed, he saw his wife and young son. Peggy was absolutely naked, as was Larry. His son was sprawled on the bed, his head leaning on the foot-board, staring at his mother. His small fist was moving up and down his stiff penis. George looked at his wife, who was facing the headboard, her head down on a pillow, but peering back at her son as he masturbated.

She had her knees up under her stomach, and Larry was gazing in lustful hunger at her hair-fringed vagina and spread buttocks. From his position, George saw his wife's anus constrict as her vaginal lips pulsed with a life of their own. He could see the beads of moisture forming on the copper-colored pubic hairs that rimmed the pink lips, then he turned his eyes back to his son. His tongue wiped across his lips as he observed the small fist move up and down the swollen rod. Immediately, his own organ jerked into a tremendous, throbbing hardness unlike any he had ever experienced. His homosexual desires burst into a full, roaring flame as he watched the lewd scene on his bed.

Then his wife's voice came to him through the open window.

"Tell me when you're ready, darling," she said with excitement, wagging her upraised buttocks toward her son. "Tell Mother when you're ready to come. I'll catch it again! We can't make a mess on the bed your father might see it and begin to wonder."

"Now, Mother!" Larry shouted, his fist jerking faster and faster. "Now… I'm coming now!"

Quickly, Peggy twisted around and cupped her hands at the end of his penis, her breath heaving with excitement as the hot liquid gushed out to collect in a thick pool. "Wonderful, darling…" she moaned, her eyes gleaming with insane lust as spurt after spurt flew into her hands. "Come… come off for Mother… shoot it out… jack your cock off, darling…"

George was not repulsed by what he had seen… just the opposite. Silently creeping from the window, he went to a bar and used the last remaining dollars in his pocket for beer. He sat at the end of the bar, away from the other men. He had much to think about and what he was going to do.

It was late evening when he returned home, pretending not to have found a job again. He tried to keep his eyes off his young son, but he found himself time and again looking down at the boy's crotch. Peggy had washing to do and was in another part of the house, otherwise George was certain he would have seen their little games again.

When Peggy went to bed, she immediately dropped off into an exhausted sleep. She had been neglecting her housework until evening since she had become sexually involved with her son. George stayed awake, waiting until he was certain his wife was sound asleep. Once her breasts were falling and rising in even rhythm, he tossed the sheet from his body. Wearing only his shorts, he crept into his son's bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. Moonlight streamed in the open window, and his son looked so very young as he slept. George reached out and brushed a lock of hair from the smooth forehead, causing Larry to stir in his sleep.

Being summer — and an extremely hot one — Larry was covered with only a thin sheet, and his small body was outlined in the pale light. As George looked down on his sleeping son, he felt the passion stirring in his groin. Reaching into the fly of his shorts, he pulled forth his semi-erect organ. Wrapping his fingers about the penis, he began to slowly masturbate. For a long time he looked at the boy, working his penis until it was now a hard, swollen instrument of hot desire.

Reaching out a hand, George slipped the sheet from his son's body, exposing the naked lad fully. His eyes found the limp organ laying across one smooth thigh, with the small testicles cupped between. Unable to control himself now that he was so close to his object, George reached out and cupped the flaccid penis. He lifted the wrinkled organ and wrapped his hand about it. He started to move his hand up and down in rhythm with his masturbating hand on his own organ. Larry sighed and moaned in his sleep, tossing about until his thighs were spread wide. The small organ began to stiffen up, growing in the warm palm of George.

Bending over the slumbering boy, George peered down at the now throbbing member. His passion had become so great, he was unconcerned about his son waking up and finding him there. He wanted him to wake up… to understand what he, his father, wanted to do with him. "Larry?" George whispered urgently, working his hand up and down the smooth, stretched flesh. "Larry, wake up! Wake up, boy!"

"Wha…" Larry mumbled sleepily, his eyes coming open and seeing his father bending over his lower body. "Daddy? What do you want?"

"This, Son," George whispered. "This is what I want! I want to play with your prick!"

Surprised, but not ashamed, Larry looked down at his father's hand that cupped his penis so hotly, then he turned and saw his father masturbating the thick, huge organ between his hairy thighs. "You like to to jack off, Daddy?" he asked in a low voice. "I like to make myself come…"

"Not often, Son," George said. "But I'd like to jack you off… you're not afraid?"

"No," Larry whispered back. "I like you doing this. Are you going to jack me off?"

"Maybe," George replied. "Maybe I'll do something else, instead."

"Like the pictures, huh, Dad?"

"What do you mean, Son?"

"I had some pictures," Larry whispered. "They showed naked men and women doing things to each other. Some of the women were using their mouths on the men."

George chucked. "Yes, something like that. Would you like it if I used my mouth on you? I mean would you enjoy having me suck your cock?"

"Oh, yes!" Larry said louder, then whispering again, "I'd like that very much, Dad. I've never had that done to me before."

"I bet you've been diddling that little girl next door, haven't you?" George laughed.

"No… not me," Larry confessed. "I wanted to but she said I was too little."

"I wouldn't say that, Son," George pulled on the hard penis of his son. "You have a mighty fine prick here. Why don't you show it to her… then she'll change her mind, I bet."

"Do it, Dad," Larry urged. "Do it to me… use your mouth on my cock!"

In answer, George dropped his head down and opened his lips. He sucked in the swollen, smooth head of his son's penis and began to suck it as if he had experience. His intense desires guided him, and he swirled his tongue around the shaft and head as his lips moved up and down in swift hunger. He tickled Larry's testicles with his fingers as he sucked, wanting to bring forth the young semen of his son into his devouring mouth and throat. Moist sucking sounds came from his tightly clasping lips as his head bobbed up and down, his hand continuing the rapid up and down movement on his own throbbing member. Then, to his happy surprise, he felt his son's hand shove between his thighs and cup his hairy testicles. George spread his legs apart, removing his hand when he felt the fingers of his son travel up to take over the masturbating motions.

Holding his father's penis tightly, Larry jerked up and down on it, and his mind boiled over with his second desire. Now, after having seen his mother totally naked and masturbated while watching her, he was realizing his last desire of manipulating his father's organ. His joy was complete with being fellated by George at the same time.

"I'm going to… come, Dad!" Larry squealed in a high pitched voice, unmindful of waking his mother. "You want me to… come in your… mouth? I can't hold it back any longer!"

For an answer, George began to twist his tongue around the jerking penis in a frenzy. He swallowed the head of his son's penis deeply into his throat and then sucked up the length of the shaft quickly. He was rewarded by a flood of thick, steaming semen that spewed forth into his mouth. Swallowing greedily and noisily, be gulped the fluids down, going back for more. Larry beat up and down his father's penis in a tight vise made by his eager fingers. He felt his father's organ jerk and knew from his own experience that it was going to erupt. "You too, Dad!" he squealed in delight. "You're coming… too!"

The thick, white liquid spurted out, falling back to coat Larry's pumping hand with sticky substance. Larry jerked furiously, wanted his father to have a nice orgasm, then maybe he would suck him again.

Taking his mouth from his son's deflated penis, George looked into his son's eyes and found his answer. No longer would he have to live in a fantasy world of homosexual desire for his son. Now it had been done… he had sucked the boy off! "Did you like that, Son?" he smiled tenderly, patting the soft and unless organ. "Did you like me sucking you off?"

"Yeah, Dad," Larry said, wiping his hand on the sheet. "How about you? Did I jack you off okay?"

"Fine, Son… just fine," George stood up, replacing his penis inside his shorts. "Maybe tomorrow we'll do it again, huh?"

"Okay!" Larry said happily, pulling the sheet back over his naked body. "Good night, Dad."

George left his son's bedroom and entered his own bed. Peggy was still sound asleep, and George wondered where they were headed. He knew their respective secrets would eventually come out… and when that happened, he wasn't sure how things would go.

He should not have worried. Not with his son around.

Larry was not as concerned about what had happened to him as his parents. Just the opposite, in fact. He was happy now, and he was not as shy as he had been. He no longer studied constantly, but hung around his parents whenever they were both home. If only one was in the house at any given time, he was quick to initiate a sexual relationship. He took to teasing one or the other when the family was together, trying to make them blush in shame as each attempted to hide their conduct from the other. Mother and father did not want to discipline the young boy, each afraid it would injure the incestuous relations they had established.

Peggy was now the only one unaware of the homosexual doings of her husband and son, but Larry was developing ideas about bringing everything into the open. About two weeks after his father's homosexual initiation, Larry was sprawled on the floor, thumbing through dog-eared comic books. Peggy and her husband were sitting on the couch, watching reruns on television. With a wicked smile, Larry rolled onto his back and looked up at his parents. "Say, Dad…" he said, a wicked smile on his face.

"Yes, Son?" George said, not looking at his son, interested in what was happening on the flickering screen of the television set.

"Let me watch you fuck Mom?" Larry said loudly.

"Wha…" Peggy's breath caught in her throat, her face turning red with shock. "Larry! Shame on on you!"

"Gosh, Mom," Larry pouted. "You made me throw my pictures away… how else can I jack off?"

"Larry!" Peggy's voice rose as she glanced guiltily at her husband. "What's come over you? Where did you ever…"

"I've got a hard on, Mom," Larry said, pulling the zipper of his pants and working his hand inside. He pulled forth his erect penis and wrapped his fingers about it. "Gosh, you can't expect a fellow to go around with this thing, can you?"

George was amused at his wife's shock, and he smiled knowingly at her. "He's right, Peg," he said. "The boy can't walk around with a swollen cock. Why don't you get naked and pose for him?"

"George!" Peggy's embarrassment was deep as she realized her husband was aware of her activities with Larry. "What a thing to say!"

"Come off it, Peg," George said. "I've known about you two for a couple of weeks now. Don't act so fucking shocked!"

Peggy looked from her husband to her son, comprehension flooding her mind. "You knew… then why didn't…?"

"I say something?" George finished for her. "Why the hell should I? Larry enjoyed himself… and you, too!"

"You aren't mad…"

"Shit, no! I don't care what you do," George said. "As long as you keep it in the family."

Larry, amused at the way he had brought things to a head, was slowly working his fist up and down his jutting penis. "You going to fuck her, Dad?" he said. "You going to let me watch you fuck her?"

"You want to see, then you can see," George replied, turning to his wife. "Let's show Larry, honey. After all, it won't be anything new he'd be seeing, right?"

"Well…" Peggy hesitated, then smiled. "You're right, George. He's seen all of me, already… why not let him watch us fuck?"

They began to strip and Larry watched avidly. Once his mother and father were naked, he removed his own clothes. Peggy sprawled out on the couch, her right leg dangling to the floor, the left arched over the rear of the cushions. Her hair-lined vagina was moist already as her passion grew at the prospect of their son observing them copulate. She reached for the immense length of her husband's penis and pulled it to her. With ease, George slid his member into her pulsating vagina. Larry moved behind them, getting on his knees and watching with intensity as his father's penis entered his mother's orifice.

"All the way, Dad!" he shouted gleefully. "Fuck her all the way! Give her some cock up that cunt! Fuck the pies out of her! Make her come, make her shit…"

Peggy giggled at the lewd words her son was shouting, arching her crotch up to meet the thrusting penetration of her husband's penis. She felt his hairy testicles slap at her clenching buttocks as she slipped her hands around his hips to grip him firmly by the cheeks. "Do it, darling!" she giggled again. "Do what he said fuck the shit out of me… fuck my cunt hole…"

"Tell him, Mom!" Larry laughed, watching his father's buttocks heave up and down, seeing the long length slide in and out of the tightly clasping lips of his mother's vagina. "Tell him to fuck you…"

Larry reached out with one hand and cupped his father's testicles, bouncing them in his hand. The other hand snaked out to fondle his mother's bouncing and tossing buttocks. His excitement became overwhelming. Eagerly, he dropped his father's testicles and spread the cheeks of his mother's buttocks, peering at the brown pucker of her anus. He shoved a finger against the resisting flesh and pressing hard, entered the tight hole. "Hey, Mom!" Larry shouted, his lust flowing over at this first actual contact with her genitals. "You want me to finger-fuck your asshole?"

Peggy squealed as the finger penetrated her rectum, arching her hips high into the air to savor the deep thrusts of her husband's organ. "Yes! Yes!" she cried, tossing her head back and forth below her husband's face. "Do it to me, Larry! Finger-fuck my asshole good… God, it's… goooddd!"

"Fuck that shit!" George bellowed. He twisted suddenly, falling to the floor on his back. "Come here, Peg! You get on top and fuck…"

Peggy moved swiftly, straddling her husband and dropping down onto his jutting penis. She groaned as it filled her vagina with its heat. Laying across his chest, she began smothering his face with kisses. Larry watched wide-eyed as his mother's buttocks bounced and gyrated in a wild dance of copulating fury. Her tiny anus seemed to wink at him. Before the idea could be formed in his mind, his father shouted. "Come on, Larry boy! You might as well get into her, too! Fuck her asshole, boy!"

"Yes! Yes!" Peggy shouted agreement enthusiastically, her bottom pumping swiftly. "You, too, Larry! Fuck me… fuck my asshole… it won't hurt… it's good… Daddy does it to me… at times… come on, fuck your mother's asshole… Daddy will fuck her cunt… her boiling pussy!"

Willing and eager, the thirteen-year-old boy dropped behind his mother's spread buttocks. Grasping his penis in one hand, he shoved his pelvis forward and pressed against the small opening. Peggy relaxed her sphincter muscles and sighed contentedly as her son rammed far into her rectum. "Good… so Goddamn good… so Goddamn fucking good… two cocks… two lovely pricks fucking me… together… fuck me, fuck me… ream my asshole, Larry… fuck my cunt, George… God, oooohhh God! Heaven… absolute heaven… uh… uh… aaaahhhh ooooooo…"

Being buffeted like a rag doll between her husband and son created such exquisite torture for her, she almost swooned from the delicious sensations that enveloped her naked body. She tried to gyrate her hips in rhythm with the double insertion of her body, but she found it impossible. All she could do was lay there across her husband's chest, giving free rein to the thrills they were giving her. She moaned and murmured incoherently, unable to even give voice to her lust. She became a mass of quivering flesh, unable to respond to the intense pleasure that tingled throughout her body. All she knew was the double copulation of her son and husband. She was in a world of her own a world where nothing existed except twin male organs that battered her body brutally. The swirling fog of passion blinded her eyes until she could no longer see the contorted face of her husband below her.

George arched high, driving deeply into her pulsating vagina, feeling his son's penis rub against his through the thin membrane that separated them. This friction — this knowledge of his son's organ so close to his own — set up the smoking volcano of his fires until they became a roaring blaze.

Larry, indulging in his first intercourse, was too thrilled to notice any one but himself. The tightness of his mother's rectum wrapped about his swiftly moving penis, the hardness of his father's organ rubbing at him, caused his mind to go blank, leaving only the intense sensations of young, innocent passion to grow and grow in his body. Plunging deep and hard into his mother's willing rectum, he bruised her white, round buttocks with his pelvis, unmindful of any pain she may feel.

"Oooohhh… aaaaahhhh…"

Peggy groaned, feeling her climax near. "Fuck… fuck… fuck… meeee! Come in me… fill my pussy fill my asshole… fill all of me! Fuck me with those wonderful cocks! God… oooooo… aaaahhh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…" she chanted mindlessly, spittle drooling from her lips.

A sudden jerking spasm inside her burning vagina told her George was ready, and the first powerful spurt of his semen flew forth to wash over her cervix.

"You too, Larry!" she shouted. "You come, too come in my asshole… come in Mother's asshole…"

For an answer, her son exploded in a violent torrent of youthful semen, filling her rectum with the sticky liquid. Her vagina convulsed into uncontrollable spasms at the duet of spewing fountains, and she erupted into a tremendous, body-shaking orgasm. The streams of semen pouring into her seemed to never end, just as her own climax continued for a long time. But end it did, and she felt empty — lost — as her son and husband pulled the now limp organs from her abused openings.

All three lay sprawled, chests heaving in exhaustion as they strived to bring themselves under control.

Finally, after what seemed hours, Peggy sat up, looking at her tired family. She smiled tenderly at them, then went to the bathroom to clean herself. She felt as if not another ounce of semen could be spurted into her, but she was completely gratified and happy.

Returning to the living room, she was amazed to see her son sitting at the side of her husband, caressing the limp organ. Larry looked up at his still naked mother and grinned. "Dad likes for me to play with his cock," he explained.

Knowing she should be shocked, Peggy was surprised to find herself instead amused. She sat down on the couch and watched as her son brought George's penis into a full erection again. "You going to jack him off?" she said, "Are you going to jack your father off, the way you always do? George, do you want me to pose for you, too?" she teased.

"No need, Peg," George replied. "Larry enjoys that not me."

"Hey, Dad," Larry said, rubbing his hand up and down the erect member. "You want me to suck your cock… I will, if you want me to."

Peggy stared at her son, seeing his small fist beat up and down his father's penis, the other caressing and squeezing with gentle pressure at his hairy testicles hanging between his thighs. "Why, Larry!"

"Gosh, Mom," Larry looked at her with bright eyes. "Dad likes it! I mean, he likes to suck me off… so I thought I'd do it for him."

"Is that right, George?"

Her husband grinned sheepishly. "Well, Peg what the hell! You have your sex quirks, don't you? I'm not a homo… I just like to do that to Larry. I don't go for boys, you know that."

"Well," Peggy replied. "I suppose it's alright… if you don't turn Larry into a fag, George — or start chasing men yourself. Yes, I think it would be fun seeing Larry blow you."

Assuming things had been settled, Larry leaned over and gulped the swollen head of his father's organ into his mouth. His lips stretched tightly around the thick shaft, and no matter how much he tried, the young boy was unable to accept over half the lull, throbbing length. What Larry lacked in quantity, he made up in quality. His tongue swirled like a wind storm around the smooth flesh, sucking hard with his lips. He pulled his lips up the shaft, then slid them downward, tasting the member of his father with great glee.

Peggy, watching the homosexual act of her son and husband, became agitated as the heat boiled around between her thighs. She was unable to sit still, her naked buttocks squirming on the cushions of her chair. Parting the skinny thighs, she gave a cry of passion as her fingers sought and entered the once again dripping vaginal passage. One hand rubbed and pulled, on a large breasts, tweaking the inflamed nipple until tears came in her eyes. Her legs began to close and open… close and open… and her fingers drove insanely in and out of her wet orifice. Her body was rolling about in demented desire, moans of sexual madness rolling from her chest to erupt from her gasping mouth.

George began to hump his pelvis up and down in rhythm with his son's sucking mouth, aiding him as best he could without ramming the enormous organ down the boy's throat and choking him. A stifled moan came from his lips as his boiling semen suddenly shot forth, filling the billowing cheeks of his son with the copious volume of his ejaculation. Larry struggled to swallow, to retain his father's liquids that jetted forth, his tongue in constant motion around the sensitive spewing slit at the tip of the jerking penis. He gurgled as the never-ending stream of thick male juices ran down his throat, his lips clamping tightly about the hard, throbbing member. With the last spurt from his father's organ, Larry licked it up and leaned back, grinning at his parents.

"Well, Son," George said tiredly. "How was it? Think you like sucking cock now?"

"I didn't care for it, Dad," Larry admitted. "But I don't mind, either. It's okay once in a while, I suppose."

"That's my boy! Hey…" George said, turning to see his tossing, naked wife. "Your mother's having a fit, Son!"

"I'll do it, Dad," Larry exclaimed. "I'll eat her snatch… the way I saw the men do it in the pictures."

With the energy of youth, Larry quickly moved between his mother's widely spread thighs. He had to pull her finger's from the hungry slit, and as she tossed and rolled her buttocks about in lust, he gripped her tightly by the hips and dove his face into the hairy, quivering crotch. Holding her down as best he could, Larry worked his tongue into the palpitating lips of her vagina, screwing it in and out like a small penis. Peggy gripped the sides of his head and pulled his face tighter yet into her steaming vagina. His lips found the sensitive extension of her clitoris, and sucking the bit of hard flesh into his mouth, he fluttered his tongue about the tip. Peggy reared her hips up high, screaming loudly as she gyrated her crotch into her son's eager face.

Larry wasn't sure who was assaulting whom, but he was enjoying himself tremendously. It was the first time he had brought mother and father together — the way he had dreamed of doing during his many nights of solitary masturbation, and he wasn't about to lose the new excitement in his young life.

Gripping his mother's squirming hips, he flickered his tongue up and down the slit, parting the moist hairs to taste the secretions she constantly flowed; the tip of her trembling clitoris, the pink, smooth lips of her vagina. He dug deeply into the dark cavern of her womanhood, reaching as far as he could with his oral appendage. He could feel the lips clasping like a sucking mouth on his tongue as he worked furiously to draw out her orgasm.

"Suck… suck…" Peggy screamed, wrapping her thighs around his head, her heels banging against his small back. "Suck me! Do it, Larry… suck my twat… eat my pussy… Oooohhh, God! Lick Mother's cunt, my baby…"

Larry almost giggled at the lewd things she was saying. To his young mind, hearing his mother and father speak in those gutter terms was almost the best of all. He was aware of the words, but knew they were not spoken in public — at least by polite and considerate people. Now, he could hear his own parents use them without shame, realizing he was in a position now to say and do whatever he so desired.

Bringing his mother to a climax, Larry wiped his mouth and cheeks with the back of his hand, patting her buttocks tenderly as if he were a grown lover.

Although shy and withdrawn at school and at home, Larry's new relationship brought about a change in him — at least when he was at home. He still stayed by himself at school, and maintained his usual high grades, but at home he was like a different person altogether. He became aggressive with his parents, seeing how far he could go with them before they became angry at his teasing and sometimes frustrating ways. Realizing he had something they both wanted — his young body — he used it as a club over their heads. Not that Larry threatened to expose the strange happenings in his home — on the contrary, he had no intentions of doing so. He was enjoying himself for the first time in his young years, and making the most of his sensual nature. Being young… and with an erotic, imaginative mind, he saw to it that some type of sexual activity was going on constantly inside the closed doors of his home.

Peggy and George were not afraid of their young son, but their lust for his body caused them to do whatever he wished. Many times he would have them strip naked for dinner, and he would ask them to masturbate as they ate. He would sit on the floor in the evening and masturbate them both at the same time, denying his body to them in a teasing way.

It was a few months after the initial sexual contact with his parents that Larry started looking at the little girl next door. As he had told his father, the young girl had said he was too "young" for her. The incident came about almost a year ago when Larry, gathering his courage, had attempted to seduce the girl into the game of "show and tell". She was not "little" in the sense of size, but of age. The girl was hardly ten years old, yet her sexual experience was well known among the neighborhood boys. She was quite promiscuous and took pride in her activities, although her mother was unaware of her doings.

Larry attempted to initiate the young girl into a sexual relationship again — and for the second time was rebuffed. He could not understand why she allowed other boys to enjoy her body and not him. She was bigger than Larry, physically, but he did not see where that mattered. Finding himself turned down once more, Larry began to devise a devious plan to get the girl.

Any other thirteen-year-old boy would have certainly hesitated to put into action such a plan, but not Larry.

He decided to seduce the girl's mother!

Sue, the mother, was not all that attractive to the boy. She was a mousy woman who cared nothing about her surroundings, but intensely in love with her husband, a man who was gone most of the time as a road salesman. She had one special quirk that made her susceptible to young Larry; Sue was extremely passionate and bordered closely to nymphomania. This poor soul had enough trouble controlling her lusting desires as it was while her husband was away without the added trouble Larry brought to her.

Wise beyond his years, Larry realized there was more to the woman than her appearance. Her eyes burned to hotly, and she looked upon the males of the neighborhood with intense hunger. Larry began to wonder about her, and decided to find out more.

At night, he began to roam around his own yard, prowling about the house next door in the event of catching the woman in a compromising situation.

For almost a week he peered into the darkened windows of the house without seeing anything unusual. Then he found what he wanted.

Apparently the woman had become too aroused to worry about her night light on the bedside stand of her bedroom. She had struggled against her desires for too long, and now as the boy peered in at her, Sue was masturbating furiously with a homemade dildoe. Larry watched the woman complete her self-abuse and observed where she put the obscene instrument away. Grinning to himself, he returned to his own home to copulate his mother.

The following day, Larry put his plan into being.

Making certain the young girl was out someplace, Larry approached the back door and sneaked quietly into the house. Sue, in the living room watching a soap opera serial on her television, did not hear him. Moving into the woman's bedroom, Larry found the dildoe the woman had used the previous night. Holding it tightly, he entered the living room. "Hi," he said calmly.

Startled, Sue turned to stare at the boy. "Why, Larry! I didn't hear you knock."

"I didn't knock," Larry said, then he held out the wicked instrument.

Sue gasped, her eyes popping wide. "Where… Larry! Give that to me!"

"Oh, no!" Larry laughed, withdrawing the object as Sue reached for it. "I saw you! I saw you fuck yourself with it… last night!"

Shock registered on the woman's face. Becoming flustered with shame and humiliation, she stared at him.

"Yes, I saw you work this thing in your cunt, Sue," he said boldly. "Was it nice? You get a good come with it?"

Unable to speak, the poor woman started to sob with sorrow, looking down into her lap where she wrung her hands nervously. "Please…" she whispered softly. "Please, Larry…"

"I'm going to tell!" he shouted gleefully, knowing he had her now. "I'm going to tell everyone what you do at night!"

"No… Oh, God, Larry, you…"

"Yes, I would," he said, moving closer to her. "That is, maybe you can change my mind… if you wanted to."

Sue lifted her eyes, looking at his evil grinning face through the film of tears that streamed down her face. "You know I don't have any money."

"I don't want money," he said, throwing the dildoe into a corner. "I want a blow job!"

Sue's eyes widened in horror at the young boy's lewd statement. "Larry! You're… you're insane!"

"No, just hot! I've got a hard cock, Sue… you suck it off and I won't tell anyone about you fucking yourself with that wooden prick." He fumbled at the zipper of his jeans, then hauled out his penis. He stroked the organ as the woman's eyes stared in misery at him.

"Oh, God, God…" she moaned, unable to control the fires that roared into blazing heat as she saw his penis. It was what she had been afraid of… someone discovering her affliction. Now it had happened… and she gazed longingly at the jutting organ.

"You like my cock, Sue?" he questioned, moving closer to her until his penis was inches from her face. "You want to suck my cock… come on, lick it… use your mouth on my prick… suck me off, and I won't tell anyone."

"Ooohh… God! Yes!" Sue moaned as her uncontrollable lust roared higher and higher. "Yes… I've got to… I must suck it… Please, Larry… you're so young… but I can't help myself… come… come in my mouth!"

With an animal like cry of tormented passion, the woman swiftly grasped his organ and began to devour the full length. Her hands gripped his small buttocks in an effort to pull more and more of his throbbing erection down her throat. She was lost now… lost in a world of passion she could not control.

Larry looked down at the top of her flat, mousy colored hair, grinning to himself as she mouthed and moaned and licked at his bulging penis. It had been so easy, he thought. Now, all he had to do was make her convince that hot-pants daughter of hers to give with a piece of tail.

After his ejaculation, Sue lay back, unable to look into the grinning face of the kid. He assured her he would not say anything to his parents or others about what she had done… provided she sucked him off now and then. Sue had to agree, knowing the boy would tell everyone about her if she fought his desires.

Larry continued to force the woman into sexual acts for a week. To his surprise, he realized the woman was looking forward to his daily visits. He discovered she could never seem to get enough sex, and he made her tell all the intimate details of her sexual relations with her husband. Then he sprang his desire to be intimate with her daughter. Larry told the woman of the girl — how she was known as the best lay in the area, how she would take on a number of boys at the same time, Sue was stunned with this information, and at first she refused to believe the boy. Still, he had planted the seed of doubt in her mind. Larry then informed the tormented woman that he did not care how she did it, but she would make her ten-year-old daughter cooperate in a sexual act with him… or be exposed as a child molester and sexual, deviant. He gave Sue the ultimatum of two days in which to accomplish her arguments.

During those two days, Larry did not visit Sue. Then, when her time was up, he asked how she had made out. Reluctantly, Sue informed Larry that her daughter was waiting for him in her bedroom. He did not ask Sue how she convinced her daughter, not even caring. He went to the girl's bedroom and saw her sprawled out, naked and ready. She glared angrily at him as he removed his clothing.

"You are a bastard, Larry," she said.

"Maybe so, Gail," Larry agreed with her, getting onto the bed. "But you don't think that snatch is lined with gold, do you? I may be little, but I've got a pretty good sized cock."

The girl, although tender in years, was wise in the ways of sex. She sighed heavily, saying, "All right. Let's get it over with. Fuck me and then get out of here."

Larry accomplished his mission, ejaculating into the girl's hairless vagina quickly.

"You've got me into a lot of trouble, Larry," the girl said, watching him dress. "Mom almost beat my ass off! I've been restricted for two months… and all because you've got a big mouth!"

"You should have let me fuck you when I asked, Gail. It isn't my fault I had to do it this way."

"Oh, go away!" She turned her back to him, presenting a pair of small, tight little-girl buttocks to his eyes.

Larry told his parents that night about what he had done. He did not mention the fact it was blackmail, but emphasized his own powers with females. Peggy was horrified that her son had sexual relations with a grown woman, forgetting at the moment her own actions with her son. She was also surprised to find her neighbor was so passionate. Both she and George were amused at the copulation of the young girl, though. Larry explained to his parents that he felt the girl could be convinced to join them if they wanted. Although Peggy was reluctant at first, George became excited at the prospect of having sex with a girl so young. Both George and Larry convinced Peggy that the girl would not mention the incestuous relationship, and she finally agreed to having the girl in that evening.

Although it had been easy for him to talk his parents into the orgy, it was something else to convince Gail. Sue reminded Larry that her daughter was restricted to her house. Then he informed mother and daughter that it was sex he wanted the girl for… sex with his own father and mother. Sue was horrified at this admission from the young boy, flatly refusing to become involved in such a thing.

"You don't let Gail come over and fuck my father," he said with a threatening voice, "and I'll tell the police what you did to me."

Sue glanced at her daughter quickly, then at the belligerent boy. "Larry… I've never said anything to Gail, please…"

"No, you do it or else…" then Larry grinned evilly. "Come to think of it… Dad would probably like a piece of your ass, Sue. Both of you come over."

"Why, you… you… pervert!" Sue snapped. "I will do no such thing! It's bad enough I had to give my daughter to you… but to your father also… and me! You're out of your mind!"

"Okay," Larry said, walking toward the door. "I'll just have to go down to the police station."

"Walt…" Sue cried out. "Wait, Larry, I…"

"I don't know what he has on you, Mom," Gail said. "But it looks like he has us. We'll have to do what he says."

Reluctantly, mother and daughter followed the strutting boy across the front yard to his home.

"Hey," he said proudly to his waiting parents. "I brought both of them. Sue and Gail want to get in on the action with us."

Peggy and George looked at the two blushing females, then at their son. They weren't sure the two were willing at all. "What did you tell them, Larry?" Peggy asked, watching Sue and Gail nervously.

"Everything, Mom," the boy said. "They know everything about us… and they want in. Don't you, Sue?"

The woman looked at the boy angrily, then lowered her head in shame. "Y-yes… Peggy. My daughter and I… we want to… to…"

"There's no reason to be embarrassed about it," George said. "We enjoy what we do… and I suppose you and Gail are the same. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here. Come on, let's get out of our clothes. That will make things easier for you."

He began to remove his clothing, gesturing for his wife to do the same. Still hesitant, Peggy went along, finding herself beginning to grow interested in what was to take place. Larry also stripped, and the Ward family stood naked, waiting for the mother and daughter to remove there clothing. With the exposure of the males, Sue found her lust once more bubbling into uncontrollable heights. Her breathing became quick and heavy, her breast rising and falling as her nostrils flared in passion. She gazed with burning, hungry eyes at the jutting organs of father and son. Her fingers moved of their own volition, tugging eagerly at the buttons of her dress. Gail watched in astonishment as her mother became naked. It was a different woman she was looking at, one she did not know existed. Understanding came to her as she saw her mother reach out with unhesitating and eager hands to grasp the throbbing organs of George and his son.

"Well, what do you know about that!" she exclaimed. "And you whipped my butt for the same thing!"

"I'm sorry, Gail," Sue whispered hoarsely to her daughter. "I… I can't help myself! I just can't!"

"You won't whip me again, Mom!" Gail said, her fingers working at her dress. "Not for fucking around, anyway! You do and I'll tell Daddy…"

Sue did not hear her daughter's threats. Her mind was blank to all except the two pulsating organs in her hands. She pumped both of them with demented frenzy, her vagina quivering in boiling desire. Peggy looked on, astonished at the greedy way her neighbor went after her husband and son. She was no longer fearful that this woman was here with her daughter under protest… she couldn't be… not the way she was now!

"God!" George moaned. "Look at that little cunt! Not a hair on it… I'm going to eat that! Right now!" He dropped to his knees before the little girl, gripping her tight buttocks in his palms and pulling her pelvis toward his mouth. He flicked his tongue up and down the small slit, tasting the fresh youth of her. Gail arched out against his mouth, spreading her thighs until she was almost squatting over his upturned face.

"I like this!" she shouted, rubbing her vagina over the licking tongue. "I like being licked!"

Larry lay down on the floor, bellowing for his mother to straddle his upstanding penis. Peggy rushed to him, throwing a leg across his body and squatting down. Taking hold of his throbbing organ, she guided her son's penis towards the hungry lips of her hair-fringed vagina. Biting her lips as she felt the fullness inside her belly, she began to writhe and gyrate with maddening circles on his weapon. Sue, watching the incestuous copulation, screamed loudly and squatted directly over Larry's face. He eagerly cupped her spread buttocks and dived his tongue into the sleek folds of her dripping orifice. His nose almost rammed into the puckered skin of her anus, cutting his breath off momentarily. He shoved upwards with his hands on her buttocks until he was able to breath again, and ran his tongue in and out of her hairy crotch as she rubbed back and forth across his face. Unknown to him, Sue was beyond herself now with lust, and she reached forth and began to cup and pull at the large breasts of his mother. Lowering her head, Sue engulfed an erect nipple and began to suck furiously on Peggy's breasts.

Gail, straddling the sucking face of George, watched the debauchery of her mother, her, small buttocks squirming back and forth. "I want to get fucked!" she screamed suddenly, jerking her crotch from the licking tongue. "I want a prick up my cunt… fuck me!"

George allowed the little girl to lay down, then he spread her thighs and crawled between them. He looked at the tiny, pink lips of her hairless vagina and wasn't at all sure she could take his monstrous size. But Gail reached for him with greedy hands, pulling his organ down toward her uplifted genitals. To his surprise, he watched the swollen head of his organ slip with ease into her tiny opening. Gail screamed with pain as he lowered himself down, but she clutched at his buttocks tightly, "Shove… hard! It'll go in… push your ass! I can take it… all of it… I can fuck… push down…"

The exquisite tightness of the ten-year-old vagina around his throbbing penis was sending messages of lust to his inflamed brain. Unmindful of hurting the little girl, he pressed down and his penis penetrated her completely.

"Iiiiieeeee…" Gail screamed, tossing her body about like a fish out of water. "It hurts… God… Oooohhh, it hurts! No… no… don't move! Don't take it out!" she yelled as George pulled from her slightly: "I can take it… all of your cock…"

And to his amazement, the little girl began to work her buttocks up and down. He held himself on hands and knees, and Gail wrapped her legs about his body, pumping with frenzy, her back arching as she strained to slip her vaginal lips back and forth over the hard cudgel. From the position they were in, George could watch the activity of his son, who was pumping his buttocks up and down against the rotating cheeks of his mother's buttocks, and the way he was mouthing Sue's writhing vagina. His senses reeled as he watched Sue suck furiously at his wife's breasts, and he realized the woman was demented with passion, knowing there would be no problem — ever — of getting her further involved.

Screaming lewd words, Peggy convulsed into spasms of orgasm, holding, the woman's head tightly to her breasts as she worked her hips in a blur of speed on her son's spewing penis. The groans of fulfillment gurgled from Sue as she released the flow of secretions from her vagina into the sucking mouth of the young boy. George, bringing the little ten-year-old girl to climax after climax, began to spurt out his own semen into her tight, hairless opening.

Throughout the night, the five continued their lustful connections, sperm flowing over naked bodies with total abandonment, vaginal secretions coating the man and boy from head to toe. Everything and anything was attempted. Incestual lesbian cunnilingus was performed by Sue and her daughter; homosexual fellatio by George and Larry; incestual copulation by Peggy and her son; anal intercourse perpetrated on Peggy, Sue and the little girl.

It is not known whether Sue's husband ever became aware of his wife and daughter's involvement. What is known though, is the two families are still continuing sexual relations on a regular basis. Only time can tell if any harm has been done to the youngsters… but once it seems to be Larry, at thirteen years old, who began the whole thing, one wonders who the damage an be done against.

The Mitchell Family

Gloria Mitchell isn't a swapper — at least she doesn't indulge in sexual intercourse personally.

Gloria is an attractive woman in her mid-thirties, divorced with two young children. The girl, thirteen, is a lovely blonde girl with flirting manners and a flashing, mischievous smile. Sharon, even at that tender age, is quite aware of her seductiveness and will go out of her way to tempt a male, young and old. Her huge blue eyes look out at the world in a confusion of innocence and worldly womanliness.

Her brother, Stan, is two years older. His main interest is in baseball, and at the present time is captain of his team in the local school he attends. The Mitchell family is typical of the next door neighbors in the way they live and play. A small inheritance enables them to live comfortably with financial problems. From the outside, mother and children do not give the impression of being erotically motivated, but each have a sensual nature buried deeply their individual personalities which keeps them in a constant state of sexual arousal. As mentioned, Gloria Mitchell does not indulge in sexual activities personally — she is a voyeur!

Sharon and Stan, becoming aware of the sensual blood that boiled in their young veins, seemed to come together naturally. Unknown to Gloria, her two lovely children had been playing "house" for many years before she discovered them.

"I can, too!" shouted Sharon.

"You can not!" replied her brother.

Gloria, finishing up the dinner dishes, heard the two youngsters arguing in the large yard at the rear of the house. Glancing out the window, she saw her children standing near the garage, almost nose to nose. She smiled fondly, knowing they were always arguing about something.

It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was getting ready to retire its great red ball of heat for the night. Still, there was light enough for her to see her daughter — dressed in skin tight jeans and an old shirt — take a roundhouse swing of her small fist at Stan.

"You missed!" Stan taunted his sister, stepping back from her as she glared at him with angry eyes. She stood with her fists on hips, legs spread defiantly. Gloria, watching them, realized the thirteen year old girl was becoming quite the young lady — and pretty, too. She had long, ever so long legs, and her hips were beginning to swell outward in womanly curves. She had not noticed it before, but now she saw the pert points of the young girl's breasts straining against the thin fabric of the old shirt.

"I can still do it!" Sharon screamed at him. "I can I can… lean!"

"Okay," Stan said, sneering at her. "But you have to show me."

"All right, smarty! I will!"

Gloria, wondering what the argument was about this time, saw her two children enter the garage through the side door. Curious, she dried her hands and stepped out into the cooling evening. She saw a light come on in the garage and her curiosity became stronger. Walking to the side of the separated building, Gloria stopped at the window. Peering into the cluttered garage, she saw Stan and Sharon standing in the center of the cement floor. A chalk line had been drawn on the floor in front of them, and Gloria found herself facing the children. If the argument they were having had not been so intense, or if either one of them looked up, they would have seen their mother staring at them with questioning eyes.

"Okay, Sis," Stan said. "There's the line. Now remember, you don't get the dollar if I can piss farther than you."

"I'll get it, Stan," Sharon said. "Don't you worry about that."

"And no fair laying down," Stan grinned. "You have to do it standing up… like me."

"Okay," Sharon agreed. "You go first."

Gloria's ears burned with what she had heard. She had not realized her children used words like that. She watched her son pull the zipper of his pants down and pull out a long and limp penis. Her breath caught in her throat, and her first instinct was to rush into the garage and severely punish the two. But, to her surprise, she could not move. She was frozen to the spot, her eyes wide and staring at the penis of her son as he held it in his fingers. A rippling sensation bubbled inside her body, seeming to settle in her lower stomach, near her pelvis. Gloria had felt this almost identical feeling only during intercourse, and now she was ashamed of it. Not because it was there, but because of the cause — seeing her son's penis!

"Well," Sharon said, watching her brother finger the long organ. "What are you waiting for? Go ahead start pissing!"

As if on command, Stan began to urinate. The yellow stream of fluid shot out over the cement floor, spurting a few inches across the chalk line. He arched his hips forward in an attempt to make the stream reach further out, his face screwing up as he tried to apply more pressure on his emptying bladder. As his mother watched, the yellow stream diminished and dripped a few times. Stan shook the organ, then replaced it inside his pants. "Okay, smart-ass," he said. "See if you can do better than that."

To her horror, Gloria saw her young daughter unhesitatingly unbutton the fly of her tight jeans, then slip them down her smooth thighs. Sharon's fingers slid into the waist band of her, panties and those rolled down to her half-masted jeans. A slight triangle of shadowy pubic hair concealed her pink vaginal lips, and as she stared, still frozen to the spot, yet tingling with growing excitement, Gloria watched her little daughter spread the hair-lined lips of her orifice with one hand. The other came down to sandwich the fingers between the pink folds of flesh. Jutting her hips forward the way her brother had done, Sharon suddenly let fly a stream of yellow-white urine. The trickle grew in force until it was arching toward the chalk line, her pretty face contorted as she strained to force the liquid out with great pressure on her bladder.

The stream of urine splattered on the chalk line for a few moments, then with a grunt of effort, Sharon shot it twelve inches past the line. She shouted in glee. "See! I told you! I told you!" she turned her head triumphantly toward her brother, who was watching the yellow stream cascade past his own mark. "I can piss farther than you… I can… I can…"

Gloria's senses returned as Sharon replaced her panties and jeans. Shaking in uncontrollable emotions, she rushed back to the house, all thoughts of punishing the two children gone from her mind. She could not understand the erotic thrill she had received from watching a childish game, yet she could not deny she was sexually aroused.

An hour later, Sharon and Stan came inside, punching and wrestling at each other. Gloria watched them for a moment, love in her eyes for the healthy beauty of her energetic off-spring. Then, she found herself gazing intently at the clothed groins of her daughter and son as they rough-housed about the room. Under normal circumstances, she would have called a halt to their antics, but not now. Dismissing her earlier feelings of horror, she now gazed intently as they wrestled about on the floor, laughing and squealing in delighted happiness of youth.

With flailing arms and legs, the sister and brother became entangled with Sharon on top of him, her head facing his feet. Stan raised his legs and clasped her head between them, her face very close to his buttocks. In retaliation, Sharon slapped her crotch down hard against his face and wrapped her own thighs tightly around his head. Stan's face was buried against the jeans-covered junction of her slender thighs, and he was struggling for breath.

Gloria's own breath came in swift gasps as she watched the position the two had gotten themselves into. From the dark recesses of her mind, remembrance of times past floated into consciousness. She had been in that very same position a number of times with her husband — only she had been sucking on his penis while he licked and nibbled at her genitals. Once more the tingling of sensual pleasure boiled deep inside her belly, flowing in lava-like particles of sexcharged emotions toward her vagina. She felt herself becoming moist down there, and involuntarily her thighs pressed tightly together. A groan came from deep in her throat as the pressure caused her clitoris to throb deliciously. Unknown to her, she was writhing her buttocks on the cushions of the couch as she watched the two teenagers.

Suddenly a howl of pain erupted from Sharon. Stan relaxed his thighs around her head and she pulled herself free, sitting on the floor with legs spread wide. She ran a small hand across the inner surface of her thigh and looked accusingly at her brother. "That's no fair, Stan. You bit me!"

"I couldn't breath," he answered, grinning. "Besides, I didn't hurt you all that bad."

"You did!" she pouted, rubbing her thigh high up near her crotch. "I'm not going to wrestle with you any more."

Gloria became aware of herself now, and fighting down the intense feeling of impending orgasm in her genitals, she said, "That's enough, you two," she realized her voice was trembling and tried to control it. "Time for bed."

"Bed?" Sharon said, her eyes blazing with anger. "It is not, Mother. It's only eight o'clock."

"By the time you get your bath over, it will be time for bed." Gloria insisted firmly. "Besides, you two have been terribly rowdy tonight."

"Aw, gee whiz," Sharon pouted, getting to her feet, still rubbing at the spot where her brother had bitten her.

"That's enough, Sharon," Gloria said, her eyes moving down the slim body of the youthful girl to watch her rub. "Did Stan bite you very hard?"

"Yes," Sharon replied, glaring at her brother. "He bit me so hard, it still hurts."

"You should be ashamed of yourself, Stan," Gloria chided her son. "Now, both of you… git!"

Still pouting, Sharon entered the hall bathroom and started the water for her bath. As it ran into the tub, she removed her clothing. Naked now, she sat on the commode, waiting for her bath to fill and examined the teeth imprints on her inner thigh. A light knock on the door came to her as she rubbed the spot tenderly. "Yes?" She called out.

"It's Mother, dear," Gloria said softly. "I want to see where Stan bit you. It could be serious."

"Aw, it's not so bad, Mother," Sharon said, but she unlocked the door and allowed her mother to enter the steam-filled bathroom. "He didn't bite me very hard."

Gloria stared at her naked daughter, and immediately her knees grew weak as the intense feeling of impending orgasm swept over her once again. The pert breasts swelled out in a slope, erect pink nipples standing in firm invitation, then tucked under lusciously. The narrow, flat waist and stomach flared out into the beginning roundness of full womanhood and Sharon's long thighs appeared so creamy smooth, they were downright obscene. Two small strips of white skin gave evidence of her golden tan. A thickening bush of pubic hair curled in soft ringlets about the pink lips of her little girl vagina. The image of this beautiful girl arching her pelvis forward and urinating burned into Gloria's mind like a branding iron. She stifled a moan of growing lust and pressed her hand hard into her stomach.

"Are you sick, Mother?" Sharon asked, concern in her voice. She had never seen the weird expression on her mother's face before, and not understanding it, she reached out to hold her mother's arm.

"No… no…" Gloria said, trying hard to control the tremor in her voice. "I'm all right. Now, let me see where Stan bit you."

Sharon twisted her right thigh outward, bending the knee and jutting her pubic mound forward. She pointed to the faint teeth marks on the smooth inner surface of her thigh.

Gloria knelt down and peered at the marks, seeing they were only an inch from her daughter's genitals. She looked at the teeth marks only for a very short moment. What she wanted to see was the delightful moistness of the luscious vagina hidden between her daughter's thighs. And this she gazed at for a very long time as Sharon stood in the awkward position.

Finally she stood up, knowing that if she didn't leave — and soon — she would experience a climax simply from looking at this lovely hair-lined feast. "It isn't bad at that, is it?" she said in a quaking tone. "Still, he shouldn't have bitten you." She stared down at her daughter, then without realizing she was saying it, she blurted, "Sharon, you just march right in there and bite him back!"

"You mean…?"

"Yes," Gloria said, knowing she could not back out now without making it sound stupid. "Do just what he did to you."

Forgetting her bath, Sharon threw on her terry cloth robe and smiling happily, went directly to her brother's room. Without knocking on his door, she threw it open and rushed in.

"Hey!" Stan shouted in surprise. He had been stripped almost naked, standing in his shorts. He looked up to see his sister glaring at him. "What do you want, Sharon? You better get to your room before Mother finds you in here."

"She told me to come here, smarty," Sharon taunted. "And she told me to bite you the way you did me."

"Oh no, you aren't going to bite me!" He threw up his hands in an exaggerated motion, backing away with mock fear in his face.

Sharon stalked him, cornering her brother between a chest of drawers and the wall. Laughing gayly, she reached for him and grabbed his arm. Pulling it toward her, she attempted to sink her teeth into the flesh. Stan squirmed away, dancing about the room like a shadow boxer. "Come on," he teased, jabbing with his fist in her direction. "Come on, chicken!"

Sharon rushed him, and the two children fell areola, the bed in a mass of tangled legs and arms. Hearing the gleeful antics, Gloria went to the still open doorway of her son's bedroom and looked in at them. Sharon and Stan were tossing each other about the bed, laughing and giggling as they tickled each other. The terry cloth robe Sharon was wearing twisted high about her hips, and Gloria saw the open crotch of her daughter as she fell toward the foot of the bed. Unconcerned as to her exposure, Sharon quickly jumped across her brother's body and straddled him with her thighs. She pinioned his arms and giggled down into his face. "Holler uncle!" she said.

Sharon's buttocks were planted firmly on his heaving stomach, and Gloria was amazed to see her son's penis jutting up from the wide open fly of his shorts. The organ was swollen into full hardness, the head smooth and pink-red in color. Immediate thrills of passion shot through her, causing her body to tremble violently as she stood in the doorway. Reaching out to catch herself before she fell, she stared with hot, hungry eyes at the throbbing instrument obscenely cleaving the air.

Apparently aware of his erection, Sharon reached a hand back and grasped it tightly in her fingers. She twisted it cruelly, demanding he holler uncle again.

"Screw you, Sis!" Stan hissed up into her face.

"Now that's better than uncle," Sharon said gleefully, hunching her buttocks back and forth on his stomach. "Let's do it, Stan. Let's fuck."

"You're crazy!" he snapped. "With Mother still up?"

"She told me to come in here."

"Maybe so… but she sure didn't tell you to fuck me, did she?"

Sharon giggled cutely. "No, not that. But since I'm here… well, I'm sort of hot, Stan."

"Then go jerk off," he snorted, arching his body in an attempt to throw her from him. "I'm not about to fuck you… not until Mother's asleep, anyway."

The lewd words seemed to grow in her mind as she stood there, and feeling as if they were a call to her boiling passions, Gloria stepped into the room and walked dazedly toward the bed where her two children struggled. She looked down at them for a moment, then she reached out to touch her daughter's arm. She seethed detached from her body, as if her mind was outside it, controlling her actions by remote buttons.

Sharon's head twisted about in fright, and she found herself staring up into the strange eyes of her mother. Quickly, she pulled her hand from the still erect organ of her brother, jumping from him in shame. Her robe parted momentarily, exposing her curly pubic hair. Her fingers fumbled to cover herself as she flushed with embarrassment.

Stan's eyes filled with fear as he found his mother looking down at him. Nervously he tried to replace his hard penis into the folds of his white boxer shorts. "Moth…" he stammered, unable to continue.

Without speaking — afraid to utter a sound — Gloria sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at her son and daughter. The two teen-age children cringed from her, fear registering on the young faces. For a long time they stared at each other, not speaking.

After what seemed hours, Gloria's voice came out in a hoarse, thick sound. "What… how… I mean," she stammered, her own face flushing with a pink color. "What were you two… doing?"

"N-nothing, Mother," Sharon stuttered, twisting her hands in the folds of her robe nervously. "We… we weren't doing… anything."

The intense sensation of fire roaring out of control deep in her genitals seemed to give Gloria courage. The embarrassment left her face, and she lifted her head proudly, staring at the children. "You weren't? Then why were you saying to wait for me to go to bed? And, Sharon, why were you holding onto Stan's… uh thing?"

Brother and sister glanced guiltily at each other, neither about to answer the question.

"How long have you two been doing these things?" Gloria demanded.

"We haven't been…" Stan started.

"Please, Stan," Gloria looked at her blushing son. "Don't lie to me… not now! It's… it's… important."

"Important?" Sharon said stupidly. "How can it be important, Mother?"

"Something has happened… to me…" Gloria said, feeling the tingling build higher and higher. She was painfully aware of the dampness in the crotch of her panties and of the quivering throb of her clitoris.

"What's happened?" Sharon was looking concerned now, no longer afraid of punishment from her mother. "In the bathroom… you looked like you were sick then, and now…"

"Now… no, I'm not sick, darling," Gloria said, looking at her daughter with pleading eyes, her hands pressing tightly into her groin. "I'm… Oh, I can't tell you… you'll think I'm… terrible!"

"No, we won't," Stan said, sitting up to look quizzically at the expression on his pretty mother's face. "Tell us, Mother. Can we do something about it?"

"Yes… yes, you could," Hot tears fell from her tormented eyes as her brain whirled in a mass of confused emotions. She knew it was wrong, yet she could not control the things that were happening to her. "But if I told you both… you'd… you'd be ashamed of me! You would think I was insane… a… a pervert!" she blurted.

As young as he was, Stan seemed to suddenly understand the tortured thoughts and desires of his mother. He looked at her long and hard, then glanced at his sister. Sharon's blue eyes were huge with questions.

"Was it because of…" Stan turned back to his mother, who was now looking longingly at his concealed penis, "… seeing me. I mean, of seeing my dong?"

"Oh, God!" Gloria moaned, rocking back and forth. "Yes! Oh God, yes!" she shouted.

"And when you looked at me, Mother?" Sharon asked in a low voice.

"Yes… you too," Gloria moaned in her misery. "Now you know… and you think I'm terrible… an insane pervert… a sex fiend…"

For some time, Sharon and Stan stared at their mother as she sobbed in silence, yet her tear-filmed eyes continued to stare hotly from one young person to the other. Becoming bold, Stan reached into the fly of his shorts and hauled out his now deflated organ. He let it hang, exposed between his thighs and watched the expression on his mother's face. Gloria moaned with intense desire as she stared with wide eyes at the limp organ.

"You can look at me, Mother," Stan said, leaning back on the headboard of his bed. "I don't mind… if you like it."

"Ooohhh…" Gloria moaned, unable to take her eyes from the boy's penis. Her hands pressed hard into her lap and she felt as if her climax was ready to explode inside the burning genitals, yet it would reach the peak, then flow back again, leaving her in frustrated emotional turmoil. "You… you," she whispered thickly to her daughter. "You, too! Let me see your…"

Sharon parted her thighs, unhesitatingly pulling at the belt of her robe. She pulled the garment from her body and exposed her slender young body to her mother's eyes. Again Gloria groaned and swayed back and forth as her eyes moved from her daughter to her son. "Are you going to come, Mother?" Sharon asked, enjoying this lewd display of bodies and emotions. "Does looking at Stan and me make you come? Is that it?"

"God, oh God, darling…" Gloria moaned as her orgasm roared and roared, yet never igniting. "I can't seem to… reach it!"

For a long time the two watched their mother as her climax came close, yet evaded the absolute peak of ecstasy. Stan removed his shorts and lay nakedly with his penis now erected. He looked from his mother to his sister, and the more of her body he saw, the more passionate he became. Sharon parted her slim, tanned thighs, the moist lips of her vagina peeking moistly from the silken strands of her blonde pubic hair.

"Please…" Gloria moaned as she watched her two children lay in obscene posture for her. "Would you… God, I can't ask… that!"

"You can, Mother," Sharon said, growing with heated lust as her brother's penis waved enticingly in the air. "You can ask."

"It's so close…" Gloria whispered. "So close maybe if… if… you two would… fuck… yes, that's it… let me watch you… please, Stan, God please, let me watch you fuck your sister!" The last came out in a high pitched wail of despair.

Staring in amazement at the mother they had never seen before — this new woman — Stan looked at his sister. "Should we, Sister?" he questioned.

"She said to, didn't she?" Sharon eagerly crawled toward her brother, her hands reaching for his throbbing penis. "Mother told us to fuck."

"Yes… yes, fuck…" Gloria groaned, watching her daughter work her small fist up and down her brother's penis. "Please, Stan… fuck Sharon… let me watch you do it! I want to see you stick that lovely cock in her cunt!"

Hearing the lewd words come from her — words she had never spoken before — Stan raised up as Sharon lay back on the bed, spreading her thighs wide to give him access to her now hungry vagina. As he moved between her legs, Sharon eagerly grabbed his waving organ and pulled it down to meet her arching crotch.

Gloria observed the swollen head enter the tender lips of her daughter's vagina, and immediately was rewarded with a small orgasm. As her eyes stared in lustful desire, she observed her son's penis plunge hotly and effortlessly into the young girl's clasping passage. "Now, do it!" she screamed like a demented animal. "Fuck her pussy, Stan! Fuck Sharon's little snatch… give her some cock… fuck… fuck fuck…"

Stan's buttocks lifted and plunged, driving his hard weapon deeply into the tight channel as his sister reared up to meet his lunging cudgel with glee. She squealed in delight with every pistonlike thrust, her hands wrapped around his smooth, naked back to hold him tightly to her crushed breasts.

"Wrap your legs around his ass, Sharon," Gloria murmured, feeling the waves of ecstasy wash into her veins with lapping tongues of fire. "Fuck his cock fuck your brother's Goddamn hard prick…"

"I am… I am," Sharon squealed, arching her buttocks from the bed in quick thrusts to accept the full length of Stan's ramrodding staff. Her hands moved down his back to clutch at his heaving buttocks. Digging her fingers into the crevice between the muscular, tight cheeks, she urged him to greater efforts. Gasps of straining bodies filled the room, as did the moist slap of the teenage bellies as brother and sister strived to fulfill each other with a climax. Stan's heavy testicles bounced against his sister's buttock cheeks, and Gloria leaned down to observe the incestuous act she had initiated. "I am fucking him, Mother! I'm fucking Stan's prick…"

Suddenly, Gloria felt the intense eruption of her orgasm began. She squealed through her clamped teeth as it struck with the force of a tornado. Her thighs pressed tightly together as the sensitive bud of her clitoris seemed to throb as a separate part of her body.

"I'm coming… I'm coming…" she shouted loudly.

"Me, too!" Sharon answered with a wild, shrill scream. "I'm coming, too…"

Stan's plunging organ suddenly jerked deeply inside his sister's tight vagina, then began to spew forth his semen in scalding spurts. The two teen-age bodies writhed and squirmed about on the bed in delicious ecstasy, bellowing out their completion.

Pulling his limp and slimy member from his sister's clasping, dripping orifice, Stan rolled onto his back, his chest heaving with exhausted breathing. Sharon, still sprawled in lewd abandon, gasped like a fish out of water. Gloria, now laying across the bed, was trembling as the last sparks of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced left her body, looked with loving concern at her children. After a long time, the three began to stir.

"I'll get a cloth," Gloria said, standing up and going to the bathroom. She returned with a moist towel in her hands. Smiling down at the tired children, she said, "Here… let me clean you up."

Leaning over her son, she wiped the evidence of his incestuous copulation from his penis, making certain to clean below his now empty testicles. Finished with her son, she ran the towel between her thirteen-year-old daughter's still quivering thighs, letting the towel soak up the deposit of sperm he had shot into her body.

"Then you like to watch, is that it, Mother?" Stan asked an hour later as they sat in the living room once more. "Is that what turns you on?"

"It seems to be that way," Gloria replied. All shame and embarrassment had gone, leaving only excited discovery. "Only… I didn't know it until now."

She questioned the boy and girl about how long they had been doing things of this nature with each other, and was amazed to find out it had been going on for a number of years without her finding out.

"At least you don't have to sneak around, not now," Gloria told them. "Just as long as you let me watch!"

"Groovy!" Sharon giggled. "It's fun for someone to watch me. It was better tonight than, ever before."

"Have either of you two ever fucked anyone else?" Gloria asked. The language was now a part of their conversation, each in his own way thrilling to the use of the vulgar words.

"I haven't," Stan said. "Only Sis so far."

"Me neither," Sharon admitted. "I've had one boy try it, but I told Stan and he ran him off."

"Have you ever…" Gloria hesitated, wondering if she might be going too far with the youngsters. "I mean… have you ever used you're… mouths?"

Sharon and Stan laughed. "You mean have we, ever sucked each other off?" Sharon said. "You bet we have! I think sucking is real groovy!"

Excitement bubbled up in Gloria, her eyes shining once more with lust. "Could you do… I mean, do you think I could watch you do that?"

"Oh, Mother," Stan said. "Why hold back? There's nothing to hide now. You want to watch us suck each other off?"

"Yes…" Gloria admitted, flushing a little. "I'd like to watch you suck each other. All the way…"

"Don't be ashamed, Mother," Sharon said. "Watching is your bag. We aren't ashamed of it, are we, Stan?"

"Fuck, no!" her brother replied, enjoying his new freedom. "I'll eat Sharon's pussy… and she'll suck my prick. Just like you say… all the way!"

Sitting on the couch, Gloria watched her children crawl to the floor. They were still naked, and Stan lay on his back, but Gloria wanted him to be on top of his sister. "I can see better that way," she explained.

"I know, Mother," Sharon said, looking up from the floor. "Why don't you take off your clothes while you, watch. It might be even better if you're naked, too."

"Sure, Mom," Stan agreed. "I've always wondered what your pussy looked like. Come on… show us your cunt!"

Giggling like a school girl, Gloria removed her clothing. Her breasts were large and firm, waving before her without sagging. The dark circles around her erect nipples were almost brown in color, and the thick bush of pubic hair was a perfect triangle concealing her quivering vaginal lips. She blushed as her children examined her naked body, as if it were she who was the innocent young girl.

"You've got a cute cunt, Mom," Stan said, reaching out to run his fingers over the moist, pulsating lips. "You don't mind if I feel of it, do you?"

"All right, dear," Gloria agreed, spreading her thighs to allow her son to finger the palpitating entrance of her vagina. Stan spread the hair, and sitting on the floor below, he peered up between her thighs at the wet lips. His finger probed between them, slipping with ease into the hotness of her body. Gloria trembled as her son caressed her vagina, working his finger in arid out of her opening. It had been so long since something like this had happened to her, yet she did not feel the excitement that should be there.

Sharon crept up to look at her mother's vagina as Stan fingered it. "How does it feel, Mother? You like finger-fucking?"

Gloria looked down at her children, feeling her son's finger work in and out of her spread thighs. "No… I mean, I don't mind being finger-fucked, but it doesn't do much for me."

"I guess you can't come unless you watch someone fucking, huh?" Sharon said. "Well, if that's your thing, it's none of our business."

"Go ahead now, darling," Gloria said, sitting back down on the couch. "Suck each other. Take his cock in your mouth, Sharon, and suck him off. Eat her twat, Stan! Let me see you tongue your sister's cute little cunt!"

Sharon, remembering her mother's instructions, lay back and watched her brother throw his leg across her face. She stared up at the once more thick and hard member, seeing a bead of his fluid drip from the small slit. Taking hold of the base, she steadied the jerking penis and wiped her pointed tongue over it. Opening her lips, she engulfed the swollen head into her mouth and began sucking as Stan worked his hips up and down, driving his penis down into her constricting throat. She gurgled with happiness, her eyes staring up at her mother, seeing the widespread thighs with the furry mound at the junction. Gloria gazed intently back at her daughter, her senses thrilled as her son's penis disappeared only to reappear from the tightly clasping lips of Sharon. She moved her eyes down the naked bodies, to see her daughter spread her thighs widely, exposing the moist lips of her hair-lined vagina to the fate of her brother who was eagerly darting his tongue out to dip into the fluids that oozed from her. She stared in intense delight as her son slapped with delicate strokes at the tiny clitoris that peeked up from the pink folds of flesh. Sharon quivered and writhed her hips in a rotating motion as her brother began to lick and suck furiously at her genitals. Gurgling and sighing, she sucked hard on his thrusting penis, her eyes watching her mother's pulsating vaginal lips between the thick bush of pubic hair. She wanted to see her climax, if possible, to see the effect of the lewd oral connection she and her brother were I performing for her benefit.

Gloria lifted her legs, bending them at the knee and pressing them tightly against her chest, crushing the large breasts. Opening them slightly, Sharon could now look directly up at her mother's pouching genitals surrounded by soft, curling pubic hair. She saw the tiny, wrinkle of her mother's anus clench and unclench as the passion boiled and grew inside her body. Their mother was in an emotional frenzy of indecision.

She wanted to see her daughter swallow her son's penis, yet she wanted to watch Stan lick and suck at Sharon's young genitals. Her eyes were in constant motion, unable to decide which was the most exciting for her. She was panting hard now, and she gripped her knees, pulling them painfully back into her breasts. Her stomach muscles rippled as the pleasure flowed in delicious sensation throughout her body. Through her lust-filmed eyes, she saw her daughter's body tremble in violent spasms, and realized Stan had licked her to orgasm. With this knowledge came her climax, a small convulsive climax, one that grew and grew into a series of stronger orgasms.

"Let me see!" she shouted suddenly, leaning down to peer with hot eyes the penis of her son that was now bucking up and down into Sharon's mouth. "Let me see him come, Sharon! Let me see Stan come off in your mouth!"

With her eyes glued to the pulsating and convulsing lips of her mother's vagina, Sharon applied stronger suction to her brother's penis, her tongue flutter in maddening swirls of delightful flickering fire about the swollen head. She felt the penis jerk in her mouth and she clamped her lips tightly around it, then understanding came to her. Her mother wanted to see Stan shoot off into her mouth! Letting the jerking organ go, she pressed her hands up against his groin, lifting her brother's hips from her face. Quickly she grasped the wildly jerking penis at the base, aiming it down into her widely open mouth. Her tongue lolled out to catch the hot dripping semen that began to boil out of him. Without swallowing, Sharon continued to collect every squirt of his semen as it flew forth. Holding the spurting organ an inch from her open mouth, she stared into the hairy crotch of her mother, seeing for the first time a female in the throes of orgasm. Her mother's vagina quivered in visible tremors, and she was oozing copious amounts of thick, white juice that coated her inner thighs stickily. Finally Stan ceased the spewing fountain, and then Sharon swallowed the thick substance she had collected. Her tongue flicked up to clean off the remaining drop of sperm that hung on the end of his penis, then Stan pulled himself from his naked sister's body.

The two young children looked up at their mother as she finished her climax, her face softening from the contortions. Sighing in total ecstasy, Gloria leaned back on the couch, her thighs spread in obscene abandon.

"You've got a messy cunt, Mother," Sharon said, reaching out a finger to wipe up some of the moisture on a smooth inner thigh. She tasted the sticky liquid with her tongue, then ran her finger into her mouth and sucked on it. "It tastes nice, too."

"Let's clean her up," Stan said. "Only not with a fucking towel. Let's clean Mom's cunt with our tongues!"

Gloria smiled as her two children crawled between her wide-spread thighs, enjoying the hot strokes as they swiped their tongues up her inner surfaces to lap up the spilled moisture from her vagina. She placed her hands on their heads and watched them as Sharon and Stan licked higher and higher. Now their heads pressed together as each worked an eager tongue around the soft hair of her still palpitating genitals. One tongue twisted about her clitoris, the other licking delicately at the sensitive lips. After licking her clean, the two teen-agers laughed gayly and began to wrestle nakedly over the floor.

Gloria was amazed at their energy, herself feeling as if she could never move a muscle again.

The following night after dinner, Stan started rough-housing with his sister again. Only now it was more of a sexual play. He would grab her breasts, or at her crotch and buttocks. Sharon, giggling like the child she was, would return his grasping hands by tugging at his penis and testicles. Gloria, no longer trying to halt this fun, encouraged them and smiled as she watched the handsome teen-agers.

Pretending fear of Stan, Sharon raced to her mother and tried to hide behind her. Stan lunged and missed, his hands coming into contact with his mother's large breasts. Instead of removing them, he squeezed and the two children began wrestling their mother. Since the two females had on dresses, there was plenty of display of smooth thighs and pantied crotches. Stan started trying to undress them, while they fought to remain clothed. Then, somehow, it was Sharon and Stan trying to undress their mother. Laughing and rolling about on the floor, Gloria found herself tremendously enjoying the play. Her skirt was hiked about her hips, being pulled even higher by Stan as his sister tugged at her mother's nylon panties. Struggling to keep them on, Gloria giggled as they were pulled to her knees, then down over her feet. Her naked buttocks waggled in the air, and giggling happily, Sharon darted a finger deeply into her mother's vagina.

"Pussy, pussy," she shouted. "Who's got the pussy?"

"Take your finger out of there!" Gloria squealed, wiggling her bottom back into the hand. "You know you aren't supposed to finger-fuck your mother!"

"Okay," Stan said, wrapping his thighs around his mother's head and leaning across her naked back. "You finger-fuck her cunt, Sharon… I'll finger-fuck her in the ass!"

Feeling the digit probe into her rectum, Gloria gyrated her buttocks against the two invading fingers of her children. For a long time Sharon and Stan worked their mother over digitally, and she screamed and laughed at the efforts they made to bring a climax on. Moist kisses on her buttocks told her they were kissing and licking her flesh as they probed into the dual orifices of her body. Finally they tired of trying to make her come off.

"Guess we'll have to fuck, Sis," Stan said.

"Or suck each other," Sharon agreed.

Gloria lay down, her naked hips spreading on the carpet. "You two little devils… you made my ass sore!"

"You mean you've never had it up the ass, Mother?" Sharon said.

"No, I haven't… I've never been fucked any other way but in my pussy."

"You ever suck a prick, Mom?" Stan asked.

"No… that's missing, too."

"How about licking twats," Sharon wanted to know. "Would you like to lick a girl's cunt, Mother?"

"Sorry, darling," Gloria said. "I don't care for none of that crap. Just watch… that's all."

"Okay," Stan said, shoving his sister onto her hands and knees. "Watch me prong Sis up the butt!"

"You wouldn't dare!" Sharon squealed, trying to pull away from his clutching hands.

"Oh, yes I would!" Stan began arching his stiff organ toward her naked buttocks, holding her skirt about her waist. "I'm going to fuck you up the ass, Sis!"

"Mother!" Sharon bellowed. "Don't let him do that! I've never had it up my ass before!"

Gloria, watching her son's penis probe at the shapely, beautiful buttocks of her daughter, did not want to stop him. She wanted to see this unusual thing happen. "No, I won't stop him, darling," she said, moving to stand on her knees at her daughter's side. She stared down at the jutting penis of her son as he attempted to place the swollen tip against the puckered flesh of the young girl's anus. "I want to see you get it up the ass! Go ahead, Stan… fuck her asshole! Drive your cock so far into her asshole, she'll shit all over the house!"

Placing her hands on her daughter's quivering buttocks, Gloria pulled them further apart as Sharon whimpered in fear. She did not want this thing to happen, knowing it would hurt her terribly, yet she was powerless to resist. She felt the hard stab of her brother's penis press against her tiny rectum. A groan of despair erupted from her lips as she hung her head in submission. The long blonde hair fanned around her head, hanging to the floor as she felt the hot poker suddenly enter her rectum. She howled in pain, struggling to free herself from this impalement.

"Be still, darling," Gloria said in a thick voice, holding the luscious cheeks apart, her eyes staring at the thick length of her son's penis as it shoved deeper into the stretched hole. "Let Stan fuck you in the ass. Who knows, you just might like it! Maybe you'll want to take a cock up the ass all the time from now on!"

Howling in pain, Sharon could do nothing except tremble in fear as her brother penetrated fully into her bowels. Tears flowed from her eyes at this humiliating experience, especially since her mother was assisting Stan. The pain was almost unbearable now, feeling like her flesh had been ripped apart by clawing animals, Sharon whimpered. Stan began to work his hips back and forth now, plunging in and out of her stretched anus.

"Fuck her, Stan!" shouted Gloria, feeling the now familiar thrills rush to her crotch. "Fuck your sister's asshole! Shoot your come up her fucking ass!"

"Please…" Sharon whimpered. "Please, don't do this to me…"

"It'll feel good soon, darling," Gloria assured her tortured child. "Here, I'll play with your cunt… that will help." Running one hand beneath the quivering stomach of Sharon, Gloria rubbed her fingers over the extended clitoris with eager caress. Taking the tiny bud between forefinger and thumb, she squeezed and twisted it until to Sharon's delight, the pain in her rectum was replaced with a most exquisite sensation of pleasure. "Yes… yes… it's better! Fuck me, Stan fuck your cock up my asshole!"

Lunging back and forth, Stan reached around his mother's hips and began to fondle her buttocks. "Okay, Mom?" he asked, not sure she wanted to be touched while watching the sexual act.

"I don't care, honey," Gloria panted, staring intensely at the huge organ of her son as he rammed it time and again into her daughter's now willing and eager rectum. "Do what you want with me… feel my cunt… play with my clitoris… rub my ass… finger-fuck my asshole… I don't care! Only let me watch you fuck your sister!"

Digging his hands between her soft cheeks, Stan probed a finger into his mother's tight rectum and began working it in and out as he was doing with his penis on his sister. Groans of wanton passion and lust filled the room. Hot breath hissed from flaring nostrils as the three strived to bring forth their incestuous copulation to a total and exhausting finish. Laying her head down on the carpet, Sharon reached a hand back and ran it up the smooth inner surfaces of her mother's thighs, feeling through the strands of soft hair that covered the wet lips of her vagina. Spreading her legs, Gloria allowed her two children to poke and probe and pull at her rectum and vagina as she masturbated Sharon, staring into the spread crack of her cheeks and watching the sodomy she had assisted.

"I'm coming!" the sound erupted almost simultaneously from the three mouths, and harsh breathing gave evidence to the tremendous orgasm mother, daughter and son felt wrack their bodies.

The Mitchell family continued with their incestuous ways for many months, and during the summer, Gloria came across an underground newspaper someplace that interested her. She read the ads of other people — people who were in search of sexual thrills. To her disappointment, none of the ads offered to perform before an observer, although every conceivable act was desired. She brought this paper home and let her children read it. Sharon and Stan thought it was funny that so many people wanted to join with others in sexual acts. They were quite contented with each other and their mother. But Gloria's emotions were spreading out, growing with the desire for more and better intense orgasms.

They discussed answering some of the more appealing ads, wondering if they could interest a couple in trading partners with two young children. Deciding that most would be afraid to become involved with underage boys and girls, Gloria decided to place her own ad and see what happened.

"Mother and two children," she worded the ad, using examples from the paper. "Thirteen-year-old girl and fifteen-year-old boy. Mother will not participate, but prefers to observe. Children enjoy all activities and will perform before groups."

She sent the ad off and waited breathlessly for any answers. It didn't matter one way or another to Sharon and Stan: they would do it if their mother wanted them to, or they would be just as happy to continue as they had been.

To Gloria's happy surprise, she did not have to wait long for replies to began pouring in. She was amazed at the number of people who were willing to enjoy the naked and passionate bodies of her two willing children. They all three read the replies and sorted out the ones they didn't care to answer. A few of the letters were accompanied by photographs of the most lewd poses and sexual connections possible. These letters were the ones Gloria was most interested in.

"Look at this one," Gloria said, handing a glossy print to her children. A man and woman were posed in oral connection, the man's penis all they way into the woman's mouth until her chin was pressed into his pubic hair and her nose at his testicles. Her thighs were wide about his face and his tongue could be seen between the lips of her vagina. The man was also shoving a huge dildoe into the woman's rectum as he performed cunnilingus. The couple were young, in their twenties without children of their own. The accompanying letter stated explicitly and graphically what they would enjoy doing with the teen-age children.

Agreeing to arrange a meeting with the erotic couple, Gloria wrote a reply and had her children put in a note also.

They met with the attractive couple and Gloria was delighted beyond her wildest dreams at watching a strange man and woman copulate with her eager children. Genital, oral and anal intercourse was performed, and Gloria received one voyeuristic orgasm after another. She had undressed at the request of the man and wife, uncaring about anything except watching the activity. She declined the man's offer to copulate with him, and the request of the young woman to lick at her — Gloria's — vagina.

This initial meeting with swappers led Gloria and her two children into a club, and the members, ranging in age from nineteen to mid-forties, utilized the young boy and his sister into wicked delights as their mother watched. Gloria, her senses reeling with happy lust, would lay back and watch as the fleshy orgies unfolded before her eyes. She saw her daughter fellate many, many men as her son licked one hairy crotch after another. She allowed her children to be used in any manner of sexual connections, and Sharon and Stan were more than willing. The tightness of Sharon's young vagina appealed to the men and the young firm strong organ of Stan caused excitement among the women because he could become erect swiftly after each ejaculation.

Not a few times, this club of swinging men and women wanted to see Stan copulate with his mother, Gloria did not mind in the least — after all, she decided, why not allow her son to enter her body with his organ? She was receiving the pleasure of watching these couples, therefore she returned the favor. If it turned them on to watch a son fuck his mother, she was willing.

Strange as it may seem, Gloria flatly refused to allow Sharon to perform cunnilingus on her as others watched. Strange in the sense that she happily allowed Sharon to do so when she was alone with her son and daughter in the privacy of their home. She did not mind if Sharon did this oral bit on the other women, but she drew the line concerning herself.

Content

Beauregard McWayne
Trade-in wife

Introduction

The Smith Family

The Harrison Family

The Caldwell Family

The Ward Family

The Mitchell Family