August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 20
Squirts of Jizum

Jizum and Friends
	The constant whop-whop-whop of the ceiling fan lulled him.  His mind and body (mostly mind) fought with turmoil and confusion.  Mostly confusion.  He tried not to let it get to him, he didn’t like his life so soiled with confusion.  Not that it peppered his outward appearance--he cared less a fuck what other people thought of him.  
	There was more to it than that.
	A lot more.
	He found his mind dwelling on the green tornado phenomenon.
	What was it?
	Why was it?
	Was it the End of Times theorem after all?
	As far as he knew, the green tornadoes were situated in North America, and just a few states centralized at that.  The top scientists of the world were formulating the probability that the green tornado vortexes were openings into a parallel dimension.  Or multiples thereof!
	No one really knew for sure.  It was a curiosity.  
	With so much going on (in his mind) plaguing him--scooting off to a new world wasn’t a far fetched bad idea.  It was a concept worth considering.
	Breezy moved beside him, laying her hand on his bare chest.  She snuggled her head to his shoulder--and farted.  Forrest closed his eyes but wasn’t sleepy, not even tired.  He was bugged.  He had always preferred his life Straight--not sexually speaking, but in the manner of it being foreseen planned.  More to the point, in his control.  He knew tomorrow or the next day what was to happen and how.
	Breezy began fondling his nipples.  First one and the other.  Not tweaking, she felt that he “wasn’t in the mood” for that foolishness.  He wasn’t in the mood for anything ELSE, either.  She tried.  
	She lightly toyed with his pecker then crawled on top of him, nestling her snatch onto his woody.  His hands DID come onto her ass and squeeze, but little else occurred. 
	“Your no fun!” she bitched and slapped his chest playfully.
	Forrest shrugged but remained staunch, staring near mindlessly up to the swirling ceiling fan.  Breezy nestled her body onto him, “Anything I can do to help?” she offered.
	Very lightly he shook his head, No.
	Breezy let it be and returned to sleep.
	Forrest farted.

Meanwhile--
	Rev. Campbell was at his wits end, his cock buried to the hilt in his teenage daughter’s mouth, shooting wad after wad of ejaculate.  Despite how horrible the insane situation--there was no denying the fact that it “felt good!”
	Quickly, though, he chastised himself and DAMNED Ted Langston.
	Ted Langston merely scoffed at the Damnation.  He no longer cared.  He wavered the gun in his hand, Eric stepped back a trembling step, withdrawing his manhood that was softening from his daughter’s mouth.  
	More cum spilled from his manly prong, he went through the motions of a man just after ejaculating; the inner sensations that would not be denied and the extreme feelings running rampant throughout the course of his body, mostly his testicles and asshole and cum squirter.
	Mary--Mary had cum on her chin and on the corners of her mouth.  She had worked her dad’s cock at the last moment, shooting his man juice onto her titties until he was well drained.
	“Get on the desk, sweetheart.” said Ted.  Mary stood on weak legs, swallowing some spunk and timidly complied.  She sat on the desk and waited.  
	“Lay down.” came the order.
	Mary swallowed hard, thought half a moment and then laid down.  She didn’t cover her nudity, her pussy--why bother?  She was tense and stared up to the four-by-four squares that was the ceiling.  She waited.	
	“Take a look, Rev.,” said Ted sneering.  He looked, as well, looking the girl up and down with a most approving gaze.
	Rev. Campbell tried to resist, but DID look upon his naked daughter, he licked his lips and was very sweaty.  But he had just gotten a hummer, too. 
	Mary Elizabeth Campbell had a nice body.  Nice.  Real nice.  Not terrific or outstanding--but when a seventeen year old is naked--hey, that’s nice!  
	Nice titties of average size, just a little more than palmfull.  No blemishes or unsightly moles.  A few scars, she was something of a tomboy and fell out of a few trees in her years--among other rough housing deeds.  The pubes concealing her poon was soft and well trimmed.
	Her father merely glanced.  He shuddered and was once again angered at the vileness the man Ted Langston was facilitating.
	“Get on your knees, Rev.” spoke the vile man.  “You’re gonna do her what she did you!” he snickered and placed the weapon on the desk, the barrel aiming to Mary’s head.  His face changed to one of extreme serious, “Don’t fuck with me, Rev., just don’t.”
	Summoning all his courage he could muster Eric Campbell eased to his knees, then scooted into position whereas his face was between Mary’s nakedness.
	He stared for a moment, taking in the pussy before him.  And as he parted the fur and proceeded to comply with the insane man’s commands, he took it to note that Mary had “petals.”  Pussy petals.  Pussy petals that normally were found on a poon that had received “cock” many times.
	It took a moment for it to sink in.  Mary was NOT a virgin.

	Mary tensed up, gripping the edge of the magnificent desk as she was eaten out.  She pursed her lips hard as she endured being tongued; it wasn’t so much as she was opposed to being tantalized--it was her father who was doing it!
	“Alright!  Alright!” screeched Ted, “That’s enough!” he leaned onto the desk, “Stand up!” he told the Reverend.
	Nervously and very timidly Eric complied.
	His cock was hard.  Rock hard.
	“Fuck her!” commanded Ted.
	Eric shook his head and backed up away from his naked daughter.
	Langston shrugged, “You’re loss.” he placed the barrel of the weapon to the girl’s ear.
	“WAIT!” screamed/begged Eric.  He couldn’t believe it, none of it.  He shook his head in disbelief.  He was back to crying, begging, pleading, the whole bit.
	“It’s okay, Daddy.” cried back Mary.  She massaged the meat of her poon, opened her legs, and was seemingly “inviting” her daddy to stuff her.
	It took the good Reverend a few more moments to gather himself.  He finally stepped back up to his naked-distressed daughter and guided his prong into her--sliding inch by daddy inch into her.
	His eyes rolled back as once more the sensations rivering through his body would not be denied to be recognized.  He spoke in “tongues” and natural incestuous instinct took over and be began to “pump” his daughter.
	Ted watched in earnest.  He fondled his own pud and gazed long and hard as the father and daughter union took place on the desk before him.  He mumbled words incoherent under his breath, Skyler only picked up a few words-- “Oh, yeah, do it--do it.  Yeah, yeah, that’s it.  Fuck her, fuck her, pump her, fucking pump her.” among others.
	Eric kept his eyes closed until the very end.  He wanted to dearly pull out and NOT cum inside his daughter’s teenage pussy--although it was possibly a certainty that some horny amorous boyfriend had.  He pumped and pumped and opened his eyes; looking down to his lovely girl, she smiled back to him-- “it’s okay.” she mouthed.  His hands trembled and for a moment or so it seemed as if though he wanted to fondle her jiggling titties.
	Finally, though, his pumping actions kicked up and he began fuck faster--faster--faster!  He struggled deeply with wanting to pull out--but was warned by gun wielding Ted, “Don’t pull out!  I want you to cum IN her!”
	Eric, though, DID pull out and shoot some cum onto Mary’s quivering cunt.
	“God-fucking-damn you!” cussed Ted, “I’ll stuff her cunt with this gun and blow a bullet out thru her fucking head if you don’t get back in her!”
	Eric re-stuffed his daughter’s pussy and continued pumping.
	Mary pumped back some, too.
	Eric closed his eyes and possibly imagined stuffing his wife.  Her picture was on the desk, a nice looking woman, blondish, middle aged, not a bad dish.  There were other family members on the desk, too.
	Eric was cumming--cumming DEEP-DEEP inside his daughter’s quim.  The look on his face was classic; a cum face, ecstasy, total enjoyment from a fantastic tight pussy fuck.
	He squirted deep into Mary, pumped for several moments until totally drained.  “Goddamn!” he muttered.  Mary’s pussy was better than the wife’s!
	Eric Campbell was drained.  He sat/collapsed on his chair and fondled his squirter.  He still cussed some, cum still spurted from his cock.  He was in great disbelief.
	Mary frigged her cunny--she was in disbelief, too.
	“Turn over, ‘ho.” Ted said.
	Mary rolled over, planting her feet on the floor.  She knew what was coming/cumming nextly.  She rubbed her ass and even pried her cheeks open.  Her daddy still recovery watched.  At first it didn’t come to him.  Then it did.  
	Again he shook his head, ‘No way!’ was his sentiment.  Cunt fucking his daughter was one thing, banging off in her asshole was even more against the laws of decency and morals and religion than anything else!
	Ted climbed onto the desk, his girthy prong rock hard again.  He stuffed Mary’s mouth with the barrel of the gun, his cock up against her head.  “Tongue her hole!” the man said lowly, “Or so fucking help me, Rev., I’ll blast her pretty brains all over this room!”
	Eric was no longer horrified but profoundly pissed.
	“You fucking slime ball!” shouted Eric.
	Ted merely smiled.  Mary patted her ass, ‘it’s alright, daddy!’ the intention conveyed.
	Eric shook his head--but he moved to his knees, nostrils flaring.  ‘somehow I’ll get you for this!’ he tried to convey to Ted.
	His tongue touched Mary’s hole, the girl clenched.  She clutched at her cheeks and the good Reverend began the task of giving his daughter a rim job.

	Ted Langston replaced his weapon with his “gun.”  Eric continued tongue lashing Mary’s rectum and right as Ted began shoot his jisum into Mary’s gullet, he told Eric to stand and “stuff her.”
	Eric had wood.
	He had been tonguing his daughter’s backdoor several minutes, licking her poon and driving his tongue into his wiggling daughter’s ass. After plunging his finger into her anus in prepping it for his “tool”, Eric determined that Mary wasn’t an anal virgin, either.
	Despite that, full anal penetration was a bare--she was tight or had not “received” cock of her daddy’s magnitude.  He slid inch-by-slow fucking inch until fully seated.  Then slowly slid himself back out to the crown of his cock.  By his actions it seemed as he himself was not a virgin in bung hole plunging.
	He pumped and pumped and pumped.
	And pumped and pumped and pumped.
	His emotions went wild, he shook and trembled; Mary shuddered and peed as well as achieved orgasm--she had one hand buried underneath her friggin her snatch box while her backdoor was reamed.
	Finally, a gusher load of hot spunk filled her anal cavity.
	Eric’s knees gave way and he could only pump a little more before collapsing to the floor.  He watched in awe (or horror) as cum (his cum) drizzled out of Mary’s rectum.

*

Ubangy, I bangy-We all bangy!
	The bathroom was the first choice, but then Ted waved the naked father and daughter to the smaller (and darker) closet.  They had to “hold” one another, too.  Ted tied Eric’s hands behind Mary’s back, Mary’s hands behind her Daddy’s back.  He smiled at the two and patted Mary’s ass.
	He then left.
	Skyler and Jake remained in the minister’s office, not knowing what to do exactly--torn between chasing after the gun wielding Ted Langston, or seeing what was to transpire between the father and daughter in the closet.
	The closet wasn’t locked and it only took a brief five minutes before the two managed to get out.  Mary turned her back to her dad, embarrassed (possibly) about her blatant nudity--although that seemed to be a moot point--he had munched her pussy, fucked it, and had a boff off in her ass.
	Eric rushed to the window and peered out, Ted was already gone.
	Reaching for the phone--he paused.
	Strangely, Mary didn’t seem to be in a “rush” to gather her clothes…
	Nor was her cum dripping naked daddy.
	Mary slowly turned and looked upon her father, his face held her attention for a long time.  He mouthed back to her “I’m sorry.” and then they embraced one another for a long enduring “hug.”
	“So what do we do, now?” asked Mary somewhat sobbing.
	Eric shook his head slowly, still clutching his child, “I don’t know, sweetheart.” they remained in a clutch-hold for a few minutes more.  Sirens suddenly broke the sullen silence.  A distinctive cop siren followed by a fire truck w/paramedic ambulance.  
	Eric and Mary stared out the bay window, trees and bushes blocked direct line o’sight viewing, and there was the total lack of ANYONE in the immediate proximity who could see the father and daughter (naked.)
	“Sooooo, what do we do now?” Mary asked (again).
	Her father STILL had no idea.
	“Call the police, I guess.” he said at length.  He bent over by his chair and picked up his clothes.  Mary picked up hers, sliding on her panties.  There was something--something in the air about them.  Mary looked to her Dad, she shrugged and offered a meager smile--she had a special way about her; a manner of illuminating her face in sorrowful times or touchy unhappy times that made others who saw her face--enlightened.
	“We don’t have to.” she said.
	Her father looked to her, ‘What?’ etched on his manly middle aged face.  “Of course we do!” he insisted.
	“Dad, think about it.” she returned, “There’ll be a BIG investigation, counseling and everything.  The family will--well, you know our family.  All our friends will know and everything will be different.”
	She had a point.  Sort of.
	Her daddy, though, was bonkers and in disbelief.
	“Mary, we-we cant let that son-of-a-bitch get away with what he did!”
	“It wasn’t all bad.” Mary said bowing her head.  She had only returned her panties to her body.  She remained topless and basically undressed, save for the panties.
	Eric remained still nude, his clothes in hand concealing his manhood.
	“He raped you!” quipped Eric.
	‘No, not really.’
	Eric blinked his eyes, shook his head trying to clear it.  What was she saying?  What was she implying.  He gulped and got all sweaty again.
	Mary stepped to her daddy, hugged him and whispered, “It wasn’t ALL bad.”
	The look on her daddy’s face was classic shook of horror and dismay.
	When she hugged her daddy, he embraced her, one hand holding his underwear and slacks.  Their naked bodies once more pressed together.  Mary bowed her head.  Her daddy’s penis was partially erect, the tip was soiled with smegma.  She held tight to herself for a moment, then--very slowly lowered her hand to brush against the penis.
	The penis surged and pulsed.
	“Mary.” said Eric.
	Mary said nothing back but gripped her daddy’s prong.  She closed her eyes and felt the massive daddy dong, squeezed it and diddled her thumb about the sensitive crown and piss slit.  She was smiling.  
	Eric was dumbfounded.
	Had he always fantasized about getting a hummer from his daughter?  What about the other one pictured on the desk, she looked to be about twelve or thirteen.  Very nice.
	Eric shook his head No No No as Mary went Yes Yes Yes, leaning down, sliding down to her knees (again) and this time, without being forcibly commanded to do so, wrapped her lips about her father’s cock and sucked it.
	Eric tightened his ass muscles, his hands running thru Mary’s hair as her head bobbed on his knob.  His cock was as stiff as ever.  His eyes fluttered and he DID rock into her mouth.
	Amazingly the girl consumed the whole thang, devouring her daddy’s prick wholly to the base.  She moved her head side to side then raked her teeth across the slick skin of his shaft back up to the head whereas she spent a few seconds teasing the crown and diddling her tongue into the opening.
	Eric plunged his prick into his daughter’s mouth, toes curling inside his dress shoes.  The moment of ecstasy was arising.  Could he cum in his daughter’s mouth again!?  
	The first squirt squirted and splashed into the back of Mary’s throat, more jutted and filled her mouth to the point of where it seeped out the corners of her mouth.  Mary jerked his organ to fully get ALL of his manly fatherly juices.
	His cock popped out and she continued to jerk him, squirting the remainder of his love juice onto her face, chin, and titties.  She avoided looking up to him.  His hands continued to go thru her hair.  There was juices dripping from Mary’s cunt…

Cum Stains, the Next Penetration
	There was a momentary pause.  It wasn’t noticed by Mary, she concentrated on the ceiling above her, her young body shuddering as she was brought to a magnificent climax.  There was the anticipation to come, though--she clung to the desk’s edging and waited.
	The “pause” was brought on by the cunt munching Eric, once more his attention was focused on Mary’s “petals.”  Pussy petals.  That ought not to be!  She was supposed to be a virgin!  Only a slut had pussy petals!
	He did love munching, though--licking the pussy and getting a nose full of pussy aroma and pubes.  Licking the pussy was like licking slick ice cream.  He plunged his finger into her asshole, too.  Mary’s reaction to his doings to her thrilled him--to the point of which his cock once more became highly aroused--if not stiff.
	He didn’t know how much more umph he had left in his loins, he was usually good for a couple of lovemaking bouts with the wife.
	The wife!
	Eric’s brief pause was lingering.
	If not (informing) the police, what about the wife, Kathy?  Should she be told about the Ted Langston incident?  On second thought, Mary was right--it would change them--their relationship--forever.  Already he was willingly eating Mary’s pussy!  Something that wife Kathy didn’t go for.  She was kinda a prude, but did enjoy a good dicking.  But not in the mouth or up the ass.  She DID ride him now and then and they DID shower/bathe together.  And they DID produce five children…
	She wouldn’t be pleased with the NEW relationship between father and daughter.  She was staunch in her belief about morals--when the sexual revolution had taken place earlier she strove hard to keep the morals of her family and church in place.  The sexual depravity issue was a passing fad and the idiots in charge of the country would wise up and re-instill morality.  Eventually.
	No, Kathy wouldn’t be pleased at all about the father/daughter relationship.  Eric closed his eyes and tongued Mary’s cunt a little more.
	Soon, though, he stood.  He was bugged.  His cock was hard.  He looked down onto Mary’s totally nude body.  At first he shook his head--this was wrong.  Really-really wrong.  They were father and daughter.  They were naked.  They were in a CHURCH for God’s sake!
	Mary, though, reached for her daddy’s dong and guided it to her pussy.  “Put it in me!” she mouthed.  Her face was SOOOOO pretty.  She gave him one of her looks, a special look that teemed within him and sent him reeling.
	He reeled more when his cock slid into her cunny.

	“OH GOD!” she screamed, “YESSSSSSSSSSSS!  OH YES!”
	Eric’s cock slammed deeper and deeper, straining to beat all and cum just as much.  All thoughts of how illicit their unionship was vanished when Mary’s cunt tightened about his cock, squeezed it lovingly, and dragged it into her the lovingly snug fitting recesses of her pussy.
	“OH!” cried out Mary, “FUCK ME, DADDY!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!”  ah, one of those good Christian girls…
	During the long enduring fuck fest on the office desk, Eric debated with himself on the morality issue.  True, they had already coupled and broken that moral fiber--but, but that didn’t mean that they had to continue!
	Did it?
	Maybe.  Why not?
	He could feel his cum surging thru his cock.
	The sudden absolute knowing of what he had done (willingly) filled him.  Was he consumed by the Devil?  Mary, though, had drawn his cock into her pussy.  But then again, he should have been more vigil about fending off Ted’s outlandish assault.
	Had he, then, always been yearning do engage immorally with Mary?
	He was drained, that was for sure.  He had no more to give and once more fell to his chair.  Barely there was any cum oozing from his cock now.  It had softened, it tingled beyond belief with incredible sensations (sinsations?) he thought he’d never experience.
	He knew that he had to stop.  It was wrong-wrong-wrong.
	But why was it being so wrong felt so right!?
	It was the Devil’s work for sure.
	But what of it!?

	In the private bathroom shower the father & daddy “engaged” once more.  They firstly cleaned one another--something Eric hadn’t done unto Mary since she was a wee little lass.  Now she wasn’t so “wee”.  She had lovely-lovely titties and he washed them, soaped them up and tweaked the nipples.  As a daddy he was supposed NOT to stare at his daughter(s) as they grew--as their bodies grew.  But he couldn’t help it.
	He was a man.
	And as a man, it WAS the Devil’s whim to fill him with sexual lust--even when seeing a young girl in TIGHT jeans, short-shorts, extreme skimpy bathing suits, or plain simple panties…
	This lust was usually transferred into incredible lovemaking to his significant other.  Eric tried to recover in his mind if he ever had mentioned Mary’s name out loud during the intense lovemaking with his wife?
	He chastised himself--there were “other” occasions--other men’s wives, girlfriends, single girls and even teenagers he sometimes mused about while showering, in bed, or alone in his office.  He regarded those notions of “others” as fantasies.  As a minister he had accreditation not only as a minister, but a counselor.  So he understood the complexities of harmless fantasies.
	It did little to help his current situation…
	His cock was as hard as ever--if not more so.
	With their bodies all soaped up, Mary fondling him repeatedly, the vixen turned about and presented her ass.  Reaching behind her she guided her father’s cock and pressed the head against her “backdoor.”
	Eric stared down, knowing what was going on.
	But HOW was it going on?  Why?  Had Mary had lurid thoughts about HIM?  He had a few questions for her, but it wasn’t the time to ask.  Deftly and reverently he pressed his stiff erection into Mary’s backdoor and being his cock was all nice and soaped up, penetration was easy.

	Mary’s bodacious naked breasts pressed against the diffused glass door of the shower, her nipples were incredibly stiff as she fingered her pussy and her father’s cock slammed her asshole.  Once the “feeling” was with them, there was no stopping--especially for Eric.
	There was a penalty to pay for engaging with Mary.
	As many as six times he had CUM in her body.  His mind was delirious.  His cock was--his cock was--in agony.  A good and bad kind of agony.  There were no real words to describe the feeling seething thru his manhood.  After the showering and subsequent butt fucking of his teenage daughter, Mary, they dried off--Mary drying her father and finding that there was a 7th time!
	No cum, though, a strange clear liquid substance, though!
	Although Eric did enjoy getting his cock sucked (and fucked) he had to put a stop to it--at least for the time being.  He couldn’t take anymore!  The two hugged and Eric found himself suddenly aroused again, but differently.  He couldn’t find words to explain it (again.)
	The two hugged and lightly fondled one another, then Eric and Mary found themselves KISSING!  A deep burning passion erupted between them and they KISSED.
	The kissing led to the two wallowing on the floor arms and legs akimbo.  Heavy handed petting, caressing, and near clawing at one another as yet once more their loins pounded furious together.
	ONE MORE TIME they made love.
	It WAS different.  Somehow.  Their bodies meshed and they made love for nearly half an hour.  Their mouths latched together and it was an incredible bout of lovemaking for sure.  It was not SEX per se, but love.  Illicit love, sure, but love just the same.
	They both knew that they would never be the same again.  Themselves or their relationship.  They cleaned up one more time, dressed, and left the church.
	On their way home--they passed by a cordoned off area by the local constabulary.  Eric stopped and Mary nearly ran into him.  They both got out but were halted by the police.  Eric informed them that he was a minister and offered to help.
	“No help needed, Reverend,” spoke one of the officers, “he offed himself.”
	There was a yellow body bag on the ground of a parking lot at the side of a small mini mall shopping area.  A yellow VW bug was there with blood splatters on the inside.  The VW bug that had been in the church’s parking lot just an hour earlier.
	Ted Langston’s body was in the body bag.  He had capped himself.

**

Cum Stains, the Second Squirt
	It was NOT a good ending to the day.  It coulda been, had it not been for the Ted Langston incident at the parking lot.  Eric was upset and felt extremely responsible.  Ted blamed him for the break up the man and his potential wife.  Eric had seen that the relationship was strained as it was, he saw that Ted’s love interest was NOT really in love with him--so maybe a separation would help.  For Ted, he would see how his life really needed her, for her--if the two were separated for a while--maybe she’d see how much she needed him or missed him.
	Unfortunately, though--the woman had other love interests than Ted.
	Ted just took the loss to the extreme.
	Eric didn’t care for the “assault” in his office, the gun was not necessary.  Other methods there could have been to work out the man’s problem.  And in the end he sought his own method.  Eric felt horrible.  Doubly-triply so for having engaged with his own daughter!
	At home there was the family.
	It was going to be tough.
	He told Kathy about Ted Langston coming to visit him.  But failed to mention the “office” incident in regards to sexualizing Mary--by force and then by “other.”
	Then, he told her of the ending Ted chose.
	He then retired to his private den, closing the door with a small hotel sign hanging on the doorknob--Do Not Disturb.
	Mary had disappeared, too.
	The family was told by the mother to “leave you dad alone.”
	Eric firstly cried privately.  Then prayed.  He searched scriptures, perused some books and sat in quite solitude for a while.  Hours passed with no solid resolution.  He knew that the family, especially Kathy, would freak the fuck out if they knew of the sex between he and Mary.
	But could the two continue on?
	Eric suddenly found himself with another raging boner.
	Oh my God!

	Dinner time wasn’t too easy.  Eric still mulled over the day’s incidences.  The children fought amongst themselves--which was typical and usual.  Mary the only one opting out on the bickering.  Five children, Mary was the second oldest at seventeen.  There was Matthew who was the oldest, he was nineteen and wavering between collage bound or joining the military OR joining an archeological expedition to study the nearby Mystery and Gold Mountains.
	After Mary there was Lucy.  She was extremely pretty and gave good cause for many a boy of various ages to “cream their jeans.”  she was thirteen almost fourteen but looked twelve.
	Simon came along nextly, a very nice looking boy of blond hair with dark roots.  He looked whimsical even when upset.  He was nearly twelve, very outdoorsy and athletic.
	The youngest was Ruthie who was merely nine years.  A sweet frizzled haired young girl, very round face, dazzling blue eyes, sweet and innocent and usually in a good mood.
	Neither Mary or her father was much in the mood for noshing dinner.  Both left and went separately elsewhere in the two-story church owned home.  It was aptly furnished well with lots of furniture--most from extended family members and friends.  Some antiques, some not.  Pictures and portraits adorned the walls--it was homey and well kept.
	Eric made for the sunken living room then meandered to another room that was in between a “family room” and a living room.  A few pieces of furniture here, a great bay window with panes in 3by3 wooden frames.  No television but an old style radio from the 30s.  His grandparents’ radio, given as a wedding gift twenty years earlier.
	Eric sat near brooding, staring out the window.
	He was alone for only a few moments when the youngest Campbell child entered in.  She knew her father was upset about something.  She knew, too, that it wasn’t anything SHE did--she was sweet and innocent, so it musta been one of the other kids!
	She came slowly up to him and leaned against the love seat he sat on.  Eric was vaguely aware of her presence.  When he became fully aware, he looked upon her angelic face, smiled--she always made him smile, and pulled her up onto his lap.  She nestled there and they held hands and stared out the window together.
	At length the young girl began to fidget.
	At first Eric didn’t notice or minded.
	But the little one continued to do so, either adjusting her seating position or something other.  Lightly Eric tried to hold his child still.  But she insisted and finally…
	She farted.
	Eric was used to that--most (all) his children had farted on him--usually, though, when they had been toddlers and not as old as Ruthie.  Ruthie giggled and leaned back into her father, tilting her head up to look up to him.
	Eric looked down to her, holding his smile as best he could.
	“My little fartknocker!” he chided her. Ruthie giggled and wiggled in his lap, her young hand slipping under her butt to pull out her panties from her crack.  Eric suddenly discovered that he had a boner!  (again!)  he was in mild panic as Ruthie’s hand was digging and digging and pressing right up against his schlong!
	The brief image of seeing Ruthie naked filled his mind.
	He had seen all his children nude, they were his children--it was a given natural.  He had seen the girls in their panties and was mildly aware of Mary and Lucy finger banging themselves.
	His cock grew stiffer and stiffer.  Harder and harder and the desire to stuff it into something intensified.  There was the briefest moment of thought of rubbing it against Ruthie.
	The desire was there--but the moral fiber he clung to was there, too.  Surely he couldn’t!  he shouldn’t!  he wouldn’t!  quickly and near desperately, he eased Ruthie off of him and scooted out the small room, down the hall to the bathroom.
	Working his crank didn’t help.  It did little to solve the problem.  He wanted Mary--he wanted Mary to solve his problem!  That thought alone felt like someone had hit him in the chest with a sledgehammer!  He wanted Mary to suck him off, to peel off her clothes and spread her legs!  The entire episode of them in the bathroom of his office filled him.  His cock began to squirt but required an “orifice.”
	Where was Mary?
	After washing his face he eased out of the bathroom silently and sneaked down to the end of the hall where there was a second access to the stairs to the second floor.  It connected mid way to the stairs from the back of the house.  It was late evening and only a few lights were on to help conserve energy.
	The family Campbell was predictable:  after dinner, Kathy did the dishes, usually by herself but she didn’t mind.  Not really.  Sometimes she did, but usually didn’t.  Matt headed for the garage to tinker what time he could on his rebuild efforts on a ‘41 Dodge pickup.  Lucy and Simon would head to the family room to fight over tv watching and/or video gaming.
	Mary usually joined in or headed for room for some peace and quiet while it lasted.  She shared a room with sibling Lucy--Ruthie and Simon actually shared a room together.  By the time the two would get a little older, one of the older ones would be out of the house and a single room would be opened up.
	Eric paused by Mary and Lucy’s room.
	The door was closed.  There was no light peeping under the door space.  Lightly he tried the doorknob and opened it.  “Mary?” he inquired within.  No response.  How upset was she?  He sighed and opened the door a little more.  He saw that the girls needed to do a little “picking up” of their room--clothes (undies) strung all over.
	No Mary, though.
	There were two twin size beds, no one on them.  He thought she might be in the closet, hiding.  But then he heard the toilet flush from the hall bathroom just across from the girls’ room.  Oh.
	Mary opened the door and saw her father.
	“Hi.” she said with a meek smile.
	“Hi.” he said with a boner a mile long.
	“You doing okay?” he asked of her.
	Mary didn’t say aloud but shrugged/rolled her shoulder.  Her intoxicating smile began and enlightened him.  She, like Ruthie, had a way about her to change a person’s mood.
	“I-I’ve been thinking about you.” he began.
	“So I see.” smiled big time Mary, she cast her eyes down to his crotch, Eric looked and saw a well defined boner bulging, and a slight “wet” spot, too.
	He grew immediately red and flush and wanted to bolt.
	Mary came up to him and hugged him.
	Eric returned the hug, patting her back.  Mary’s hand slipped down between them and caressed his bone.
	Eric almost roughly pushed his daughter back, “Mary!” he nearly shouted in anger.  “We cant do this!”
	“Sure we can!” Mary replied, “It’s no big deal.” she insisted.
	“No big deal?” Eric gulped.
	“What’s no big deal?” Kathy asked butting in.  In her arms she carried the day’s laundry to be put away.
	“My lack of enthusiasm in keeping a job.” Mary reported.
	Kathy rolled her eyes.  All summer long it had been one thing after another with the oldest daughter--landing a job, losing a job--landing a job--losing a job.  None of the “losing the job” was Mary’s fault.  So she said.
	Kathy went on to place the done laundry in their proper rooms.
	“Oh, Eric,” she said in passing, “do you know where that painting of the Joseph & Mary is?”
	Eric thought a moment, then nodded and smiled, pointing upward.
	Kathy smiled and gave him the look, conveying “would you be a dear and go fetch?”
	“Sure you don’t want to go--”
	Kathy had already turned and entered into the girls’ room.
	Mary snickered and Eric turned to go to the end of the hall.
	“I’ll come with you, I’m not scared.”
	Eric didn’t stop her, he pulled the ladder down from the ceiling allowing access to the “spooky” attic.

	Minutes were needed to locate the proper painting.  There were scads of “stuff” in the attic, church stuff and stuff left over from previous residents.  No windows but air vents that allowed air flow and sneaking peeks if one angled the vent slats.  Not a lot of illumination in the attic, either.  It was cramped and dusty and mostly cramped--a valid reasoning of which Kathy Campbell cared not for--she was a bit claustrophobic.
	Once the painting had been secured, Mary paused her daddy by tugging him at the elbow. 
	“Dad, are you ashamed of what happened--to us?”
	She had him there.  He didn’t know what to say.
	“I’m not.” she told him.
	‘Oh?’  then, ‘really?’  then ‘why not?’
	“I-I’ve been horny for you for years!” she suddenly blurted out.
	Eric nearly fainted.  He felt his heart once more beating strongly in his chest.  He could scarcely blink or think.  He took a seat on a covered crate and stared at her.  Mary felt uneasy and had lost the “glow” in her face.  She shrugged, “Yeah, well, I have.”
	“You’re not a virgin.” Eric suddenly and boldly stated.
	Mary blushed and grew embarrassed.  She didn’t say, but nodded her head that it was so.
	“Steve?” inquired the daddy.
	“Steve?” returned Mary, then, ‘Oh.’ “No, no dad, not Steve.” a former boyfriend.
	“Raymond?”
	“No.”
	“That Todd character?” Eric didn’t like Todd, Todd had a motorcycle.
	“Not Todd, either, dad.” smirked Mary.
	Eric searched his mind--who else had been her boyfriend?
	“Dad--it’s not any boyfriend.”
	Eric nodded, “oh.” sooooo, then--who?
	He searched his mind again--and again--and again.  Could she have gotten those “petals” from fingering herself, having sex with a cucumber, zucchini, a hot dog?  He suddenly recalled girls in the news being busted for having sexual relations with the family pet (a dog.)  there were girls, too, who had been caught having relations with goats and horses!
	But the family Campbell HAD none of those animals.  Whew!
	Suddenly, it came to him.  He gulped and rubbed the heel of his hand to his still very hard erection.
	“Matt?” it was a guess.
	And a good guess.
	Mary sighed and nodded her head.
	Typical, brother and sister relationships.
	“Are you mad?” Mary asked.  He’d better not be--not after the church incident.  Before the “church” incident, he probably would have been.  But no longer.  He closed his eyes and shook his head that he wasn’t.
	Mary sighed a sigh of relief.
	She came to him, went to her knees and held his hands.  The soft glow of the bare bulb created a strange ambience in the cramped attic.  Mary rested her head on her daddy’s lap, Eric rested his hands on her head, fingering her hair.
	“I love you, daddy.” she said.
	“I love you.” Eric replied.
The Third Squirt
	With the Joseph & Mary painting downstairs, Kathy examined it and nodded approvingly--it would do nicely for the church auction.  She got no rebuttal from husband Eric.  A phone call interrupted them anyways, it was one of Kathy’s parents.  Eric wandered out to the garage to check on the status of his son.
	Lucy and Simon had been scolded by their mother and had been sent to their room to put away their own laundry and clean up their room.  She was a little peeved at them and reluctantly the children obeyed.
	Ruthie was no where to be seen--but assumed to be playing with her “imaginary” friend, Abigail.  Mary had been left on the 2nd floor, back in the bathroom, again.
	Father and son chatted and spent half an hour together--Eric had no knowledge about cars and soon wore his welcome out.  Eric half expected the local police to come by--as soon as it was determined that Ted Langston had been a fellow parishioner of his church.
	But it was getting late and not expected.
	Eric wandered out into the backyard.

	As the moon rose, the air cooled, insects buzzed, Eric found himself at the corner of the backyard--as far as backyards went--the Campbell home had a terrific backyard.  There was the pool--every house in a desert community had a pool.  There were plants and palm trees of various sizes and types.  Eric stood at the corner where mid sized sugar palm swayed gently in the late evening breeze.
	The need to pee was great with him and very seldom (if ever) had he “whipped it out and peed” in the backyard.  But this time he did.  He fished his still somewhat erect boner out and urinated onto the palm tree.
	“Gee, Dad, I thought I was the only one who did that!?”
	Busted.
	Matt.  Matt carried a small plastic bag of garbage.  There was nothing Eric could say, he had been “busted” and that was that.  Matt went on by to the back gate and deposited the trash.  Eric was gone when he returned.

	Kathy bitch/griped about the children and their rooms, the fussings.  She grew a little upset when she didn’t much of a response from hubby, Eric.  Then realized his own turmoil in regards to Ted Langston.  She apologized and hugged him, then snuggled against (in bed) and went off to slumber land.
	“How is your parents?” Eric asked.
	To late, she was asleep.
	Eric stared up to the ceiling and soon eased out of bed, then out of the room entirely.  In the bathroom he struggled to angle his “dangle” in order to pee.  He couldn’t believe he was still so hard!
	He paused by the girls’ room, what thoughts he actually had were unknown to the still two unseen Spies in the midst.  The man sighed, farted, lightly massaged his bone and traipsed down the stairs to the darkened kitchen.
	It didn’t remain dark for very long, Eric fished out of the refrigerator some dinner leftovers and poured himself a glass of wine.  Thoughts again were his own.
	Until interrupted.
	“Hi.” a small meek voice said.  The twin near “French doors” parted and Mary strolled in.  She wore a thin summery powder blue nightgown.  With the dim light of the kitchen, Eric wasn’t sure but--but was Mary wearing nothing else?
	She helped herself to some leftovers, “Everyone else seems sound to sleep.” she made mention.  She helped herself to some milk and then remained a little quiet.
	“I think I’ll take that job offer--”
	“Which one?”
	“The one at the theater.”
	“But I thought you were worried about what your “friends” would think seeing you there?”
	“I was, but then again--they don’t have jobs and I would and I’d have free tickets to any movie, popcorn discounts, and--” she smiled and her dad nodded his head smiling.  ‘nuff said.
	For the remainder of the midnight nosh the two sat and ate in silence.  Thereafter they got up to leave--and was about to just leave the kitchen table as was--but then on reflection and the harping they’d hear in the morning from Kathy, the two gathered the dishes and proceeded to do a quick wash at he sink.
	Mary turned to wipe down the kitchen table, Eric so noted that she did NOT have any panties on.  His cock that had somehow subsided quickly rose back to full strength.  Incredibly he wanted to turn to her, raise her thin nightgown and ‘have his way.’
	Just as quick he chastised himself for such a thought.
	Mary turned and noted the look in his face.  She brought her gaze downward to his bulge.  She broke out into a broad smile--she had such perfectly straight pearl white teeth.  She embraced him, they hugged and ‘got friendly’ once more.
	Mary could feel the presence of her daddy’s dong reverently against her.  Slowly she inched up her nightgown.  Her daddy caressed her backside and then found the bunched up gown and bare skin.  Slowly-ever so slowly he moved his hands down and rested his hands onto her bare ass.
	A minute or two there was with nothing more happening.
	Then, Mary moved her body just so so as to fish out her daddy’s dong.  His pajamas she moved down to free up his manhood, her hand delicately caressed his erection, squeezing it and tightening her hand about the shaft.
	Soon she was inching down to her knees, tugging his pajamas all the way down as she did so.  She eyed the magnificent tool, she placed her nostrils right on the glistening nob and “sniffed”!  seemingly trying to snort his cum into her nose like an addict does cocaine!
	Eric clenched his ass against the tile counter of the sink and watched as his precious offspring engulfed his prong once more.  Her hot breath made his cock even stronger than before.  She was good--really-really good.  She latched onto the cock and inched herself down and the blowjob was in progress.  (again)
	The explosive moment wasn’t long in cumming--he had already been “in the ready” and there was a quick jutting of man juice.  Mary continued sucking him and sucking him; squeezing his cock and balls and nearly “chewing” on his bone!
	Suddenly, Mary pulled out and rubbed the cock all over her face, jerking it to have it squirt some love cream onto her face.  She then stood slowly and pulled off her nightgown.  She backed up to the kitchen table she had just wiped down and seated herself on it.  She parted her legs and laid herself back, she frigged her cunny ‘invitingly.’
	Eric paused half a moment then pressed his bone to Mary’s quim and sank himself into her.  He knew it was a mistake, it was wrong-wrong-wrong.  But…

Nothing else mattered--when his cock was buried to the hilt into his daughter’s pussy.  Nothing else mattered--only the act, only the fuck to achieve that ultimate goal of magnificent orgasm.
	And he did achieve it--Mary achieved it multiple times!
	Thereafter there was the recovery session.  Eric resting against the tile counter, watching Mary fingering furiously her cunny to satiate it.  He saw his cum and his daughter’s juices flowing, pooling beneath her ass.  Again this day he had sunk his bone into her body.
	It was incredulous and he seemed very tormented.
	Mary sat up, her pussy still on fire--but quenched for the moment.
	“Dad, there’s something you should know.” she said.
	“Oh?” he had no idea.
	She paused as she struggled to find the way in which to lambast him.
	Hopping off the table she brought herself to her daddy, hugged him and rested her head against his chest--he still had his pajama top on.
	“Well, it’s not just Matt.”
	Eric seemed curious, ‘not just Matt?’ she had said earlier that it wasn’t any of her boyfriends and that it WAS with Matt she was …
	OH!
	His eyes blinked excessively as he suddenly got a thought.
	“Simon?” he queried.
	“Simon.” Mary replied.
	“Oh my God!”

	It wasn’t just Simon, either--er, more to the point it was the whole family--save for the mommy.  Matt and Simon were stuffing Mary AND Lucy.  And had been doing so for a long time.  Willingly, Mary definitely told her daddy.  They were children of a minister--it was given that such children would act just the opposite of what was expected.
	All the Campbell children were naughty.  
	“All?” Eric asked.
	Mary nodded.  “All.”
	That included young Ruthie.
	Eric’s mind jerked back to just hours earlier when the little fartknocker had been wiggling on his lap.  Would she have freaked out then if he HAD pulled out his cock and rubbed it against her?
	He then reprimanded himself for thinking--for even considering such a thing--she was his nine year old daughter!
	“W-what do you all do?” he asked semi nervously.
	Mary smiled, “Dad, we--we do everything.”
	Eric gulped and felt a little flush.
	“Everything?”
	“Yes.  Everything!”
Every thing
	It never dawned on him or occurred that the family--the children--would be so engaged immorally.  He wasn’t really opposed, he had an older sister and when they had been growing up--they fucked.  But he never really conceived that the children would…
	Mary returned to her room.  Eric was too bugged to go back to bed.  How could he put it to his wife just after putting to their daughter!?  And there was the lingering notion of STILL putting it to their daughter!
	He sighed and thought of the OTHER daughters--Lucy and Ruthie.
	Certainly he couldn’t “put it to” Ruthie--that was just out, unthinkable.  But Lucy?  Could he be just as naughty with her as he had been with Mary?  Lucy was of age--sort of.  She was thirteen, fourteen in four months.  (but she looked twelve!)
	She was sexually involved with her brothers, Matt AND Simon!
	And Ruthie--how was that sweet child involved?  Mary had said she was doing “everything”--just as much as the others were.  Sucking?  Spreading her legs, her cheeks, masturbating the boys?  
	The very thought of Ruthie participating in such endeavors firstly riled him, sickened him--then got him extremely hard!
	A sudden “noise” he heard that distracted him.  Cum jutted from his cock once more, soiling his pajamas.  (again)
	He heard what sounded like a distinctive sound--of a bed being bounced on.  It came from Matt’s room down at the end of the hall by the access to the attic.  Stepping up to the door he listened intently.  The door was not closed all the way and it was one of the few doors in the house that didn’t “squeak” when opened.
	Of course, though, there was the lack of light issue.
	Matt was beyond the age of requiring or needing a nite light.  But there was sufficient light spilling in from the open window provided by the moon to reveal to Daddy Eric, sons Matt and Simon in bed--together.
	And they were “doing it!”

	He was firstly appalled.  Greatly if not deeply.  Very deeply.  He was repulsed--at first.  But then--he didn’t seem so.  Fondly he recalled his best friend, they had been just Simon’s age when they had “discovered” the pleasures of pleasuring themselves AND each other.
	They did everything.  “EVERYTHING!”
	They also had coerced the younger brother of the best friend, basically raping/sodomizing him for their continuing pleasure.  Eric closed his eyes and returned to his bed.  Kathy was asleep so he masturbated, squeezed his balls, and just before soiling the sheets, rolled to his side and ejaculated onto his wife’s ass.

*

	The smell of breakfast was always a good thing.  Usually it was the mother of the Campbell brood who prepared the breakfast fare.  But not this time.  Simon popped down in the wee hours of the morning, finding his dear ole dad serving up waffles.
	“Whoa!” he said, “Mom sick?”
	Eric very seldom made breakfast.  The boy got a “alright wise ass” look from his pop.  The boy scurried to the breakfast table and helped himself to a glass of juice.  Upstairs the others were just beginning to rise.  Simon was an early riser.  Eric usually was not.  Kathy was.  This morning, though, Kathy was gone.  It was two days AFTER the church incident with Ted and Eric (and Mary.)  Kathy’s father was ill and it was a “deathly” ill.  She had fled to Arizona to be by his side--just in case.
	So, the old adage “when the cat’s away…” came to be something of worth.  (what, if anything, had transpired during those two days Skyler and Jake were not present was not known.  Which was a real bummer.  Forrest liked to have neat concise time lines and follow-thrus.  Missing information bugged him.)
	Forrest had joined the spying duo, he found it most intriguing.  It was now deemed safer as he had the mind-tap ability should Skyler’s Contraptions go “awry” again.
	It was very quiet up stairs in the Campbell home.  Eric listened.  He heard no sounds of bickering or bathroom fighting or bathroom flushings.  He guessed that they had “gone back to bed” for a few more winks.  The kids’ mother had a strict regiment of having the kids up by 6:30 and on their way to wherever they needed to be or go by 7:30.  Eric was a little more lenient…
	Simon got up from the table and scooted to fetch some syrup.  As he moved passed his dad, the man stepped back so as young Simon would have to pass between him and the table.  Simon did so and Eric gently caressed the boy’s ass with a soft pat.
	It somewhat startled Simon, he paused and looked to his smiling dad, ‘what up?’
	Simon went on, though, got his syrup and returned to his chair.  There was still “nada” from upstairs.  The father and son chatted briefly and lightly, it was a distraction--from the overhanging dread of losing the grandpa.
	The first batch of waffles was done, Eric had already had some so he served his young son and strained to listen.  Curiously he wondered if the girls were taking the prime opportunity to get it on with their brother Matt, while the “cat” was out of the house.
	Had Mary told them that their dad was cool with their sexual antics?
	It wasn’t known.
	With no one seemingly coming down for breakfast, Eric tredged up the stairs to rouse them.  Matt had to go to work, so did Mary, Lucy had “things” to do, and Ruthie was going to a school project.  (school was out for the summer, but there was still school projects to do.)
	He found in her bed, very-very sleepy.  Gently he shook her at the shoulder.  Slightly she did become aroused (non-sexually speaking), she cracked one eye then rolled back to a sleeping position.
	Eric saw that Lucy wasn’t in her bed, his first thought was she was probably in bed with Matt!  Mary pulled her covers up and sought sleep.  Eric let her be, it was a quarter to seven and she had a job interview at nine, she had time.
	Out in the hall Eric stepped lightly to his oldest son’s room, hoping to “bust” in on a brother and sister romp.  But seeing the hall bathroom door open ajar, he peeked in there first.
	Lucy sat on the toilet, panties at her ankles, nightgown up around her waist, chin in the palm of her hands, eyes closed.  Eric’s cock got his attention.
	Wild outlandish thoughts raced thru his mind--he imagined his cum dripping down her sweet-sweet face.  He imagined his cum oozing out of the corners of her mouth.  He imagined his cock…
	Suddenly he felt faint.  What was he thinking!  What was he imagining!  Lucy was barely fourteen, and looked twelve!  He couldn’t!  He shouldn’t!  He wouldn’t!  (would he?)
	“Gee whiz, Dad!” spoke up a voice from askew of him.
	Mary.
	Eric felt the air in his lungs suddenly sucked out.
	“I-I thought you were asleep?” he decreed as he stuffed his cock back into his pajamas.
	Mary simply smiled at him, shrugged, “I woke up!”
	Mary continued smiling, knowing very well that her Daddy had been at the bathroom door, staring at the sleeping Lucy, masturbating.  Eric stammered and tried to come up with a suitable explanation.
	There was none.
	“Breakfast is downstairs!” he said almost angrily.  
	“Mmmmm, I dunno, I think it’s up here!”
	Eric glared at his smiling daughter, she moved around him and entered the bathroom, shaking the sleeping Lucy still on the toilet.  Eric quickly scurried on.

	Matt was not in his room, Eric wondered where he might be.  The boy’s room was messy, cluttered, and was that a pair of panties on the floor?  Gulping and in awe Eric picked up the undies; yellow with red flowers and buzzing bees.  
	Semi-frantically he searched his mind; Mary? Lucy? Ruthie?
	Examining the undies closely, they weren’t Mary’s.  and he didn’t really think they were Lucy’s either!  That left Ruthie!  He gulped.  He sweated.  Ruthie!  Ruthie was scarcely nine, was Matt such a perv that he would molest Ruthie, a nine year old sibling!?
	Eric didn’t know what to think--if anything.  He dropped the undies and left the room.  He could hear “noise” in the girls’ room, a radio was on downstairs.  Lightly he pecked on the door of the room Ruthie shared with Simon.  Then he opened it.
	Simon and Ruthie had bunk beds with Simon on top.  As they would get older (and now was the time) they would get twin beds.  It was not all that uncommon for siblings of opposite sex to sleep/share the same room, but separate was the norm.
	Simon’s bed was empty, but Ruthie still occupied hers.  The shades were still drawn leaving the room kinda dark, but there was sufficient light just the same.  
	Eric slowly made way to his sleeping daughter’s bed and gently shook her.  She barely stirred.  She farted, but barely stirred otherwise.  Her covers were all a mess, she lay on her side facing the wall.  He didn’t know why, but gently he slid the covers down, just a little.  Ruthie clung to the sheet, though.
	The bedding was all askew, she curled up her little body in a slight fetal position, it exposed her darling little ass.  Her darling little NAKED ass.  Eric gulped and felt flush once more.  His heart pounded in his chest, and there was some spillage from his schlong.
	He found his schlong incredibly stiff and erect.
	He found his eyes staring onto Ruthie’s nakedness.
	Had she been with Matt after all?  What did they do?  Mary claimed that they ALL did EVERYTHING!  Everything!  Did that include sucking, fingering, humping, penetration!?
	Eric wanted to know.
	As a dad and as…
	Hmmm, as what?
	He didn’t want to address that, he let it go.
	A moment elapsed.  He heard birds singing outside the window, Ms. Beasley’s dog was barking--at the paperboy tossing the daily blab.  Mr. Lawrson had flood his car again but continued to crank it until he woke up the entire neighborhood when it finally DID fire up and roar to life.
	Slowly--gingerly he laid his hand on Ruthie’s ass.
	His cock pulsed and demanded he withdraw it.
	At first Eric refused.
	At first.
	His hand on Ruthie’s ass made small circles, the fingers slipping down to the crack.  There was agony on his face, sheer agony.  Mixed emotions, sweat, yearning, and agony.
	Could he, should he, wouldn’t he?
	Ruthie never stirred.  Her father’s hand trembled as it clutched the cleft of the cheek, slowly sneaking in further and further--touching/probing the young girl’s asshole.
	Ruthie never stirred.
	There was no putting it off--he had to unfurl his cock and give it a squeeze.  He had to!  All thoughts of normalcy went out the window.  The desire was strong and growing stronger.  His curiosity was just as strong, were the boys stuffing Ruthie’s pussy AND asshole?
	Lightly Eric probed Ruthie’s hole.  He probed more and more until his cock was beginning to jut cum.  Quickly he angled himself so whereas he could ejaculate his mess onto his daughter’s ass.  Incredibly he wanted to shoot his load IN her ass, but he was satisfied with emptying his load on it.
	Downstairs, elusive Matt spilled his load into and onto his brother Simon’s ass.  Both boys’ pajamas were down at their ankles, no underwear--Simon braced over a breakfast chair, cheeks spread while brother nineteen year old Matthew ploughed his asshole, squirting sibling love juice all over his fresh young ass and balls.
	Neither boy said anything, just panted.
	Matt finished up, humping madly to get his all, straining to get every ounce of enjoyment from the illicit deed.  When he pulled out, a little more of his personal juice squirted out and coated his brother’s ass and dangling ball sac.
	Matt patted his brother’s soiled ass, Simon stood and had a raging one himself.  He stroked it and waited.  Matt obliged him, stepping up to him and reaching down, stroking the boy’s organ.
	“Suck it!” said Simon.
	Matt Campbell smiled and tossed his thick head of hair, then eased to his knees and worked his brother’s erection, running his fingers about the sensitive crown before engulfing it.
	He worked feverishly quick, power sucking--then, just before Simon was to shoot, he turned about, spread his OWN cheeks and Simon stuffed him.
	Simon made quick work of sodomizing his older brother.  All that mattered was to cum.  Achieving the orgasm was all there was.  Simon strove to achieve that wondrous goal and pumped like a rabbit and/or dog.

	Back upstairs…
	“Dad, you okay?”
	Eric was not okay.  Not in the least.  He sat on his bed totally flummoxed.  Deeply was he confused, torn between right and wrong.  What was he to accept and what should he discourage?  
	Mary slowly entered into the room, closing the door with her body and remaining there.  Her father didn’t move or say anything.  Slowly Mary finally moved, sliding her feet across the carpeting; slowly sitting down beside him.  She could see his manhood poking his pajamas like a tent pole.
	Slowly her hands settled between her legs.  Just a light touching of herself thrilled her.  Her nipples perked up and she very muchly wanted her daddy’s big dog dick sliding into her.
	He didn’t know why, but he lay back on his bed, his cock SERIOUSLY stood poking upwards.  Mary grinned sheepishly, and then “hungrily”.  she licked her lips--was her Dad “offering” or other?
	With his hands behind his head, he stared aimlessly to the ceiling, deep-deep in thought.  Suddenly, something was going on--in regards to his pecker.  Mary easily got it to poke thru the opening on the jammies, then, she wrapped her fingers about it and “worked” it.
	Eric raised his head to watch.  He was in awe and not sure if he should stop her, or let her go.
	Mary gripped his stick and soon lowered her head down and began sucking him, making slurping sounds and devouring every inch of his manhood.  
	Eric found himself incredibly aroused (sexually.)  He knew knew (or he had forgotten) just how marvelous a blowjob was.  He griped the bed covers and pumped into Mary’s mouth.

The Final Squirt

	What thoughts could he have?  His hands clamped tenaciously on his teenage daughter’s ass, his cock buried to the hilt in her pussy, her breasts bouncing and jiggling and pressed against his sweaty bare chest?  What thoughts could he have?
	At length he began to cum.  His powerful thrusts fulfilled the teen’s pussy fully, she shuddered and quivered and clenched his cock tightly as they both entered into euphoric orgasmic bliss.
	Eric made several mutterings, which was a typical male thing to do during the course of a dramatic fuck.  Mary’s thighs were on fire, the muscles in her legs and back--not too mention her pussy itself--all on fire and unquenchable.	
	But juices aplenty began to drizzle and then flood down Eric’s manly tool.  He jammed his cock DEEP into his daughter, straining as their illicit love came to an apex.  He continued to pump long after the orgasm jolt, their mouths were together (again) in a deep lingering smooch.
	“Oh, shit, Lucy!” Eric blurted.
	Mary almost let it slip passed.  ‘Lucy?’ she smiled at her sweaty dad, she could still feel his tremendous tool inside her, still pulsing.  She blushed big time and sat up, wiggling a bit on his lap, easing up some so as his cock could finally slip out.
	Her own pussy pulsed and squeezed out some of the goo that had been splashed within her.  Lightly she tweaked a nipple as well as her sensitive clit.  Eric lay in sweat and exhaustion.
	Slowly Mary lay back down on her heaving dad, kissed him and toyed with his hair.
	“That was good.” she said in a near whisper.
	Eric had no comment.  What could he say?
	Mary reached down and lightly took hold of his softening cock,
	“I bet Lucy would like it, too!”
	Eric gulped.
	No way.
	He shook his head.  There was absolutely no way in Hell he was going to have sexual relations with his near fourteen year old daughter (who looked twelve!)
	His mind snapped back to the goo he had spilled on Ruthie’s bare ass.
	His mind recalled how much he wanted to “stuff” his cock into her ass, to lay it against her pussy and hump until she was coated in his love juice.  How much he wanted to stuff himself in her mouth…
	“Damn!” exclaimed Mary, Eric’s cock suddenly surged BACK to life!

	What all continued to transpire downstairs was missed--which was a pisser--Forrest thought of sending his cohorts in spying down into the kitchen, but--they, too, wanted to see what went on in the bedroom.  
	After Mary had once more gotten her daddy’s dong to “arise to the occasion”, she turned about and settled her cum dripping cunt onto her face.  She then herself went down on him, gobbling his masterful cock, sucking him fully and bringing him to another wondrous orgasm.
	Eric nuzzled his daughter’s quim, it was musty and coated in cum, his and hers.  He licked, nipped the “lips” and tongued the gash to his delight--almost not aware of being sucked (again.)  Mary was good.  Real good.
	Finally, having spent himself to the maximum of being “spent”, Eric lay on the bed completely drained.  Mary, too, was drained.  She lay her head on her daddy’s cock and dozed off for a few minutes.

	Downstairs
	Matt had just pulled out--of the garage, off to work.
	Lucy and Simon contemplated their day and seemed nonchalant about it.  They made a mess of the kitchen table, didn’t clean up, then scurried back up to their rooms to change into day clothes.  Ruthie wondered in very sleepy, she scratched at her butt and seemed mildly curious about the drying spunk there.  She still wore no panties.
	Skyler and Jake were hard pressed not to jump her right then and there.  They didn’t, but they were hard pressed…
	Upstairs…
	Hearing the commotion of stomping/racing feet, Mary and Eric awoke quickly in a mild panic.  Mary rushed to the door, Eric struggled to pull up his pajamas.
	Mary waved her hand to her dad nearly having a heart attack, 
	“It’s Lucy and Simon, racing to the bathroom.”
	Lucy won the race, she made a face to her brother and closed the door.  Mary stepped out and spoke to the disgruntled loser, pecked on the bathroom door as the shower started and spoke to the unsportsman winner.
	What was said was not known.  Eric, though, was nervous and fussed about setting out the clothes he would wear for the day.  Mary returned with a “look” on her face.
	Eric stared at her not knowing.
	She closed the door with her body, then paused a moment before stepping towards her dad.  Slowly she pulled off the top of her pajama set, then shucked the bottoms--and was nude.
	Eric stared at her.  This couldn’t be.  It just couldn’t be.
	Mary stepped to her dad and embraced him.  She nuzzled her head to his chest, then her hands slipped behind him and inside his pajama bottoms and worked them down.
	“M-Mary, Lucy--S-Simon, right across--”
	“They’re in the shower.” Mary told him.
	“T-together?” 
	“Of course!”
	Of course!
	And a shower seemed like a good idea, Mary and Eric nakedly made way to the master bath whereupon they once more showered together (and engaged sexually) for over an hour!

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