SE-1034 Hot Bed Family by David Ingram


Chapter 1


Linda Palmer twisted free and pushed herself away from Tom Henderson's 
broad chest. Her lipstick was badly smeared, and a lot of it was on 
Tom's face. She pushed his hand out from under her skirt, holding him 
tightly by the wrist.

"Tommy, this is insane; we've got to stop. I never should have let you 
bring me home. I just knew something like this would happen," Linda 
cried.

"I knew it, too. I wanted it to happen," Tom said.

"But ... but Bill is your best friend. You're going to be the best man 
at our wedding."

"Friendship goes out the window where you're concerned, Linda. I hated 
him the first time he took you out."

"We'd better cool it for a few minutes," she said, sliding over against 
the car door. "We've both had too much to drink."

"Bill should have better sense than to get bombed," Tom said, slamming 
his palm against the steering wheel.

Linda had gone with Tom Henderson first, only a few times, and nothing 
had happened between them. It was through Tom that she had met William 
Temple. She was a freshman at State and Bill was a senior; it was 
almost love at first sight. Bill was only twenty-one, but very bright, 
an intellectual. He turned twenty-two the day before he graduated. He 
asked her to marry him that night. Tom was three years older than Bill, 
and their engagement hadn't seemed to bother him at all, at least then.

They had gone to a party arranged by Linda's friends, and Bill had too 
much to drink and passed out. Linda and Tom took him to the motel where 
the two young men were staying and put him to bed. Tom drove her home 
and they had been sitting in front of the house talking. Both had been 
drinking and one thing led to another.

"Are you mad?" Linda said.

"Damn right, I'm mad. You get a guy all worked up and then just shove 
him away."

"I didn't mean to get you all worked up, Tommy," she said, sliding back 
to the middle of the seat and carelessly putting her hand on his thigh. 
"Besides, I was a little worked up myself. It was the booze."

"It wasn't the booze with me," Tom said.

"What was it then?" Linda said, squeezing his leg. Her vanity made her 
foolish. She wanted him to say flattering things.

"Shit! It was you, and you know it."

He turned in the seat to face her and put his arm around her. She let 
him kiss her again, and in the process her hand somehow slid up his leg 
until it lay on his cock. It stiffened inside his pants leg, stretching 
out under her palm.

When Linda realized what she was doing, a thrill raced up her spine. 
She pulled her hand back for an instant, and then put it back with more 
pressure than before.

Tom kissed her harder. He had his arms around her inside her tight coat 
now, and put his hands under her sweater. He found the clasp on her 
bra.

Linda felt the catch come free as her tongue glided into his mouth. It 
felt so good to be Frenching with him, and his hands felt so good on 
her bare skin, and his cock felt so good throbbing under her hand. Her 
mind was all fuzzy with excitement.

One of Tom's hands slid around her body and pushed up under her loose 
bra. The nipple felt very large and came up hard quickly. Her tits were 
firm, and bigger than he had thought. It was the biggest nipple he'd 
ever felt.

"Jesus, Linda," he said, moving his hand to her other breast.

Linda gasped, unable to speak. Her nipples were supersensitive to any 
stimulation. It was especially true during her good time of the month, 
which started a few days after her Period and lasted for a week, 
sometimes two. She was in the middle of her good time.

"Oh God, Tom, I like that," she rasped, her voice husky.

She kissed him wildly, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. She 
turned her hips to make it easier for him when she felt his other hand 
under her skirt. Her thighs opened and she squeezed hard at his prick 
when she felt his cool fingertips on the excitable flesh at the top of 
her leg.

Bill hadn't discovered her sexual weaknesses, and she was glad, 
otherwise they'd have been fucking regularly, and she didn't want that, 
not before they were married. She had held his amorous advances at bay 
and he thought of her as a sweet, innocent young lady.

Tom realized immediately how sensitive her nipples were; she had lit up 
like a roman candle the minute he started playing with them. He pulled 
up her sweater with one hand, keeping the other between her legs, and 
bent his head to the swollen nipple. He sucked on the big, ripe berry, 
grazing it gently with his teeth.

"Yes, Tommy, yes, I love that," she moaned.

She reached down and pressed his hand against the crotch of her 
panties. The thin material was wet. Her other hand fought with his 
zipper, and then it crept stealthily inside, searched for the opening 
in his shorts, and just as stealthily wrapped tightly around his prick.

Tom pushed aside her panty crotchband, then pressed two fingers into 
the warm cleft of her cuntlips. Her cunt seemed to open in 
anticipation. Linda moaned softly, and slowly eased his cock out of his 
pants.

"Lift up a little, honey, so I can get your pants off," he said.

Linda was stroking his cock. She lifted up, and her panties were 
quickly on the floor. She continued stroking his prick, squeezing each 
time her hand rolled up over his glans. She could feel the wetness from 
his seepage on her palm.

Tom had his finger all the way in her pussy. He slowly finger-fucked 
her, his mouth back on her distended nipple. He knew she was ready to 
fuck and would offer no resistance, but he wanted her at an absolute 
peak. He wanted her to get even more aggressive and do the fucking 
herself. It would be a bonus for his ego.

"Shit, honey, I want you so bad," he said.

"Oh, Tommy, I want you, too!" Linda cried.

"Say it, honey, say what you want."

"You know what I want, Tom."

"Say it."

"I want you to fuck me," she hissed, "you bastard!" She was 
masturbating him rapidly.

"Oh, shit baby!! I want you to fuck me!" Tom released the seat all the 
way back. "Straddle my lap, Linda! Straddle my lap and fuck me!"

Linda didn't care any more; she wanted it. She let him slide out from 
under the wheel and stretch out, then threw a knee over his lap. She 
felt around until she found his prick and pressed the thick head into 
her open pussy. She sighed with pleasure when the head of his cock 
popped inside.

She was about to push herself down on the wonderful thing when the 
porch light went on. It was quite dark outside, and the light seemed to 
flood the entire area. She gasped and pulled herself free of his prick.

"Oh, my God! Jesus Christ ... Daddy has seen us!" she wailed, 
scrambling to get out of the car.

She slammed the door closed behind her, then jerked it back open and 
grabbed her underwear off the floor. She quickly pulled her panties 
back on and dashed for the house. It happened so quickly that Tom 
didn't have time to utter a word.

She stepped into the house, snapped off the porch light, and leaned 
heavily against the door.

"Damn! Damn! Goddamn!" she muttered softly, completely ashamed. She was 
so hot; she wanted so badly to be fucked. Yet she loved William too, 
and felt terribly ashamed. She stood in the dark hall and hooked her 
bra.



Chapter 2


"Is that you, kitten?" Dan Palmer called.

Linda jerked her sweater down and smoothed the front of her skirt. 
"Yes, Daddy," she answered. She went down the hall and stepped into the 
living room. "Did you hear us drive up?"

"No. I just turned the light on so you could see when you got here. Did 
Bill bring you home?"

"Uh ... yeah. It was a good party," she said.

"Gee, Dad, you ready for bed already?"

Dan was in his pajamas and robe. He looked at his watch. "It's almost 
one, time for bed. I'll be glad tomorrow when your mother and brother 
get home."

"Yeah, it's lonely around here without them," Linda said.

In the midst of wedding preparations, Linda's aunt had had a heart 
attack, and her mother had had to rush to her side. She took Linda's 
brother Peter along. They were on their way back, due in the next 
evening.

Linda looked at her father, her dark eyes sparkling. "I've kind of 
liked it with just you and me here," she said, pouting.

Dan stepped over and hugged his daughter, quickly aware of the fullness 
of her young breasts against his chest. "I like it that way, too, 
Linda, but you're never here, always out somewhere."

"I can change that if you want me to," Linda said softly, kissing her 
father on the lips.

Linda felt very strongly about her father, beyond the normal limits of 
a daughter for her father. He was an attractive man, tall and handsome. 
He still had a full head of hair at forty-three.

Dan gently pushed his daughter away, blushing slightly, fearful that 
she would feel his cock against her leg. He had certainly been aware 
that it pressed against her leg.

"When little girls grow up, they aren't supposed to kiss their daddies 
like that," he said.

"I like to kiss my daddy like that," Linda answered.

"I guess I have to admit that I liked it, too." He held her at arm's 
length. "Have you been drinking, kitten?"

Linda blushed. "Yes, we had a few drinks. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not. You were with your fiance; you were safe."

Linda whirled away to hide her blush and plopped heavily on the couch, 
pulling her legs up under her.

"Let's have a drink together, Daddy. We never have."

Dan stared at his daughter. Her skirt was halfway up her thighs. God, 
she's beautiful, he thought, no girl of nineteen has a right to be so 
well filled out; it's against all laws of nature. "Okay, but just one, 
then it's to bed with you."

Linda smiled at him, aware that he was staring at her thighs.

He went to the buffet and got two glasses. "Scotch or bourbon?" he 
asked.

"Scotch. A little water and no ice," she said.

When he returned with the drinks, he darted a glance at her legs. Her 
skirt was higher, and he could see the edge of her panties. Dark hair 
protruded from the edges, showing in sharp contrast against her white 
legs. He wanted to slip his hand in the pocket of his robe and push his 
cock down, which was hardening against his will, but he was afraid she 
would notice.

"How is Bill standing up under all this?" he said, sitting beside her.

"William? Just fine. He did get a little drunk tonight, though." She 
giggled. "A bunch of the guys I went to high school with are having a 
bachelor party for him tomorrow night; giving him a last fling." Her 
legs parted a bit wider. "Why don't they have bachelor parties for 
girls, Daddy? Do they think it's only men that want to sow a few wild 
oats before they take the fatal plunge? Girls have sexual urges, too, 
you know."

Yes, Daddy knew. At least some girls had sexual urges, others he wasn't 
sure about. His wife, Helen, didn't seem to, not any more, anyway. He 
wondered if she had ever cheated on him, almost hoping that she had. He 
was sure that a lot of wives had no sexual urges at all, that they 
spent more time thinking of ways to avoid sex than they spent cooking 
and caring for their homes. Most of his friends' wives seemed like 
that. He wished that Helen still liked to fuck.

"It's tradition, pet. Men seem to think it one of their inalienable 
rights to have a bachelor party." He chuckled and got to his feet. 
"We'd better think about turning in."

"Daddy," Linda said, holding her hand out to him. "Help me up. I'd like 
to talk to you real confidential about getting married ... now that 
we're alone. You could come up to my bedroom while I got ready for bed 
and we could talk."

"Certainly, pet," He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. "If 
there is anything I can do, I'll be more than pleased.

She stepped close to him, her face inches from his. "Do you really mean 
that?" she asked seriously.

"You know I do, sweetheart," he told her, hugging her until she was 
breathless. "Because I love you so much." He kissed her lightly on the 
mouth. She surprised him by frenching him. It had been a long time 
since he had had a good french kiss. She molded her body against his, 
her tongue deep in his mouth Dan was sure she could feel his cock, 
which hung in a half-hard state.

Finally they pulled apart, and she sighed. "I love you, too, Daddy, 
more than you can guess."

With his arm around her waist, they went up the stairs to her bedroom, 
where Dan sat down on the edge of her bed. To his surprise, Linda 
pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor. He 
thought she would change in the closet, or at least behind his back. 
Her tits completely filled the bra. She stood provocatively for a 
minute and let him gawk, then she pulled the zipper down on the side of 
her skirt and let it float to the floor. She stepped from the crumpled 
skirt and did a pirouette in front of her flabbergasted father.

"I need to know if I have a sexy figure, Daddy. It's important, you 
know, if a girl is to keep her husband happy," she said nonchalantly.

"Sexy is an understatement," he said, swallowing hard.

He could see her heavy bush bulging out the front of her panties and 
creeping out around the legbands. There was a stain in the crotch, too, 
like she had wet herself a little.

Linda smiled knowingly at the admiration in her father's eyes. She knew 
lust when she saw it. Her hand went behind her back and unsnapped the 
catch on her bra. She hunched her shoulders forward, the straps 
slipping off her shoulders, and let the garment fall free. Her big tits 
were large and round and smooth, the oversized red nipples already 
standing erect.

"Well, are they all right?" she asked.

"Wow!"

"Do you really mean it, Daddy? Are they really that nice?" she asked 
excitedly, dropping onto his lap, her arms going around his neck. "The 
girls always said they were super; you know, in gym and things, but 
they were just other girls. I wanted a man's opinion."

"Yes, honey, they're super. They're not quite as large as your mother's 
were at twenty, but they're better shaped, and hers were rather 
special. But you didn't need to go to this extreme for me to tell you 
that."

Linda moved her rump enough to be sure she was having the desired 
affect on her daddy. She took the waistband of her panties in her 
fingers. "I want you to see everything I've got, Daddy ... so you can 
give me a complete answer." She pushed the flimsy garment over her 
hips, past the thick fur on her mound, and on down her thighs.

Dan bit savagely at his tongue. He knew it was wrong, but his cock was 
jerking convulsively inside his pajamas. He wanted to grab her and 
fondle her, feel all of her intimate parts, and ... God, he squeezed 
his eyes shut with shame ... he wanted to fuck her.

"Open your eyes, Daddy, and look at me," she ordered sternly. "I want 
you to look at me with lust and desire--I've always wanted you to." 
With this, she sat on his lap again, her arms draped around his neck.

When Dan opened his eyes, her breasts were inches from his mouth. Her 
nipples were so large, so dark; he wanted to suck one of them into his 
mouth.

She clung to his neck, staring directly into his eyes. "I wonder about 
sex, too, Daddy; wonder how I'll react to it. I wonder if I'll like 
it."

"Oooh, Linda, I think you know you'll like it," he groaned. "Don't do 
this to me, baby."

"Don't do what, Daddy?" she asked innocently.

She opened her legs and took his hand, which was dangling helplessly at 
his side, and put it between her legs. "Feel it, Daddy, feel it all 
over, and tell me if it feels good like a ... like a good girl's cunt 
should." She giggled, hunching her shoulders.

Dan groaned with fear and frustration. He knew they shouldn't be doing 
this, knew it was outrageous; yet, he started to massage the lips of 
her cunt. It was wet and gooey and opened hungrily to his touch.

She wiggled her bare ass against his imprisoned cock. It felt very 
hard--hard like a man's cock should be.

"Oh. Daddy that feels wonderful!" she moaned, pushing up against his 
hand. "Yes, yes, I know I'll like it. Kiss me, Daddy" She put her mouth 
to his, her tongue sinking deep inside. The next thing he was aware of 
was her hand sliding inside his pajamas. She found his prick and 
circled it tightly.

"Oooooh, Daddy! It's so big and feels so nice." Linda cooed. "I just 
had to feel a man's thing to see how big they are before I let one be 
pushed up inside me and I could tell you had it big from rubbing my 
butt against it."

Dan groaned. She was so bold; it was something beyond his wildest 
dream. His baby girl was holding onto his erected prick.

"You look so surprised, Daddy. Do you really mind? You said you would 
do anything. Remember?" She gently moved her hand back and forth on his 
shaft.

"Yes, baby, I know what I said," he answered with resignation, "but 
you're pushing me too far. I am human, you know; there's a point beyond 
which I'm not responsible. You're taking an awful chance."

Linda pushed her father backward on the bed. "That has to do with my 
next problem, Daddy. I wonder if I will like it inside me, and if I'll 
be satisfying to William. Won't you put it in me? Just a little as an 
experiment? I've been taking birth-control pills for quite a while, so 
I won't get pregnant."

Dan felt as if all his willpower were gone. If he just lay there and 
let her have her way with him, it wouldn't be his fault, not really.

She opened his robe and undid the tie on his pajamas, pushing the flaps 
back to completely expose his cock. She worked it in her hand, slowly 
peeling the foreskin down until the glans was exposed all red and 
tight, like it wanted to burst out of its smooth skin. The piss-hole 
was shining with wetness.

"Oh, Daddy! It's so big ... your cock is so big and hard, and it's 
beautiful," she squealed.

She crawled on top of him, her luscious tits dangling before his eyes. 
She was holding his cock and he could feel her pubic hair tickling the 
head of his cock, and her legs, those beautiful long legs, were 
straddling him for one purpose--to fuck him.

"We really shouldn't," he said weakly, knowing there was no stopping it 
now. He was but a man, she a horny young woman; it would be a delicious 
fuck, a fuck he had yearned to have for a long, long time.

He felt her hand guide his knob into the wet, sucking furrow of her 
cunt. He grunted and pushed up with his hips, forcing his cock in. It 
moved in easily, well past the point where her hymen should have 
stopped him.

Linda let her weight down against him until she had his cock engulfed 
to the hilt.

"Oooooh, Daddy darling, I like it already, I really do," she moaned.

"Linda, baby, we ... we really shouldn't do this thing," he stammered.

"Why, Daddy? It's a beautiful thing, and I love it," she said, lying 
forward against him. Her hips were lifting and falling in a slow, even 
rhythm, sliding his cock smoothly inside her cunt.

"Because ... because ... Oh, Linda, it feels so good!"

"And that's reason enough, Daddy. Just lie there and let me fuck you."

Dan Palmer was a smug son-of-a-bitch, quick to criticize others, yet he 
had sexually desired his daughter since she was six years old. He would 
have deflowered her ten years ago but for his fear of society 
retaliating. He was moving against her, lunging his prick into his 
daughter's warm cunt.

"Linda, baby, I've wanted to do this for such a long time, ever since 
you were a tiny tot," he said, losing all control.

"I wish you had, Daddy ... fucked me when I was a tiny tot." She 
groaned and threw her head back. "Oh, Daddy, fuck me now; make up for 
all the lost time."

Her arms were tightly around him, pressing her tits against his hairy 
chest. Her fingernails dug into his back, but he felt no pain. Her 
movements became jerky, faster and faster, harder and harder. She was 
nearing her orgasm, the one Tom Henderson would have given her in the 
car if she hadn't panicked.

Dan caressed her buttocks and felt perspiration. Her face was damp, 
too, where it pressed against his cheek, and she uttered little sighs 
and cries of pleasure as she humped toward completion. He fought to 
control his spending, determined to outlast her.

She is a wanton, a whore, he thought, and he took great satisfaction in 
the pleasure he was granting his beautiful young daughter. He should 
have fucked her long ago, given her the benefit of his talented prick.

For Linda it came soon and lasted long. She had her eyes closed and her 
face buried in his shoulder. Her legs jerked with tremors as she 
hunched frantically against him, her ass bobbing like a rubber ball. 
She cried softly and bit at his neck and shoulder. Orgasm was a delight 
to Linda, something she needed regularly. Tonight, unknown to him, her 
daddy was a substitute; she had really wanted Tom Henderson's prick 
inside her, but once inside the house and reconciled to not getting it, 
she had decided that her daddy was a man and his prick would do just as 
well.

Dan could feel her pussy tighten with each orgasm and he had to fight 
to keep control of himself. He knew that a girl who reacted this 
violently would need more before the night was over, and when he 
spilled inside her, he wanted to be on top.

Linda finally went limp, sobbing softly. She was covered with sweat and 
panting for breath, yet she continued to move gently on his prick.

"Daddy, daddy, that was wonderful," she sighed. "I'll never get enough 
fucking; it feels too good. Did you come, too?"

"No, pet," he said, lifting her gently and pushing her onto the bed 
beside him. "I was close, but I like to hold off sometimes. I can't 
always." He put his hand lightly on her thighs; they came open and he 
moved between them, lightly caressing her. "I have no doubt that you'll 
be happy with sex," he said.

"Ummmmm Daddy, that feels good. I hope Bill is as expert and thoughtful 
as you are, and I hope he's big, too, like you." She took his sticky 
cock in her hand. "Can we just lay here like this and play with each 
other and talk for a while?"

"Certainly, princess," he said, wallowing in her flattery. "What do you 
want to talk about?"

"About sex, mostly. Why shouldn't dads screw their daughters? I've 
wanted you to do it to me for the longest time. I'd dream about it and 
tried to imagine how good it would feel. I never dreamed it was as good 
as this." She squirmed a little to get his fingers more in her cunt, 
her hand slowly massaging his cock. "But really, Daddy, you don't mind 
fucking me, do you? As long as I want you to."

"I have to admit that I like it, too, but society takes a dim view of 
father-daughter relationships and they call it incest."

"I know what they call it, Daddy."

"You got me so worked up that I lost control or it wouldn't have 
happened."

"That's the way I planned it," she said. She had known for some time 
that her father would fuck her if she initiated it. She had seen the 
lust in his eyes. "When I came home tonight, I had made up my mind that 
I was going to get you in bed with me."

"I suspected as much the minute you started undressing in front of me," 
Dan replied.

"Aren't my tittles as big as Mom's?" Linda asked, brushing them against 
his chest.

"Not quite, but their perfect shape makes up for it."

"Mom still has a luscious body, doesn't she?"

"Yes, she really does. This will come as a surprise, but Helen and I 
don't have much sex any more."

"Why, Dad?" Linda asked.

"I don't know. I guess I just don't turn her on any more," he answered, 
fishing for a compliment.

Linda squeezed heir father's hard cock. "Daddy, that can't be true."

Linda had always been jealous of her mother, and it pleased her that 
her father didn't fuck her any more.

"I'll bet you don't know what my oldest memory of sex is. I was only 
six or seven. I stood in the door to your bedroom and watched Mom take 
your cock in her mouth. This is the first time I've thought of it in 
years. I somehow suspected, even then, that you were having fun. Do you 
like having it sucked?"

"Yes, Christ yes. God, your mother could really suck cock," Dan said, 
enjoying the stroking of his daughter's hand. "She was good at what 
you're doing, too. She would jack me off anywhere I wanted her to. Once 
she did it in a grocery store and I came all over a box of oatmeal. We 
sure took some chances," he chuckled. "Mother and I were both virgins 
when we got married. It was a beautiful experience learning to make 
love together. I'm sure she has as many fond memories as I do."

It annoyed Linda for her father to talk about her mother while he was 
caressing her.

"There's one thing that I'd like to ask you about, Daddy. Do you 
remember the time when I was about nine and Mom caught me naked in the 
back yard showing off for the two neighbor boys and she ran me in the 
house and had you spank me--while I was still naked?"

"I sure do, baby, but I didn't think you'd still remember."

"Well, I ran upstairs and wouldn't put on any clothes because it gave 
me such a tingly feeling to be naked while my bottom stung so much. I 
liked being naked when my ass hurt so much. It was definitely sexual, 
even then. Push your finger a little deeper in my cunt, Daddy; it feels 
so good."

Linda snuggled against her father, letting his finger go in to the 
knuckle.

"I was only nine that first time, but it was thrilling showing off my 
naked body to those boys, and I even let them touch me between the 
legs, and then when you spanked my bare bottom; well, instead of 
hurting, it was the best feeling I'd ever had. Later, I discovered that 
if I pushed my finger in my cunt and daydreamed that you were spanking 
me, I could come. I did that a lot. But it was so much better when you 
really did spank me, that I'd be bad, and after my spanking I'd run up 
to my room and masturbate, sometimes imagining you were fucking me. 
God, would I ever come then."

Dan could hardly believe his ears; he'd never suspected. If he had only 
known. All those years wasted, and now she was getting married and 
leaving him.

"Remember the last time you spanked me, Daddy? I was twelve. Mother 
told you I was too big for spankings and I know why; she knew I was 
getting turned on, and maybe she was a little jealous." Linda hoped so. 
"I would feel for your hard prick--you always got a hard-on, you know--
and I would purposely wiggle so I could run my tummy against it, and 
Mother knew it. I was so hot that last time that I wanted you to come 
up and fuck me, but I didn't have the nerve to ask. I have been 
frigging myself with that fantasy ever since, Daddy."

Dan smiled. "It's a good thing you didn't come down and ask, because I 
surely would have fucked you. Your mother got properly fucked that 
night. Linda, I've wanted you for a long time; I had fantasies of 
breaking your little cherry well before you were ten years old."

"Ooooh, I love you so much, Daddy, and to think we could have been 
fucking each other all these years. Since it's confession night, I'll 
make another; I lied when I said I wanted to see if I would like it--I 
wasn't a virgin."

"You weren't fooling anyone, kitten. I was sure you weren't even before 
we started, and I knew your weren't after we did. I went in too easy 
for the first time. My cock is a lot bigger than your finger, you 
know."

"And so much better," Linda cooed.

"When was your first time, honey?"

"When I was thirteen. You wouldn't let me date yet, but I went for a 
ride with this guy after school and we parked. I let him kiss me and 
feel me inside my panties until he was so hot that he said I had to 
take care of him. I took his prick out and played with it, but he 
wanted me to suck it. I didn't want to put it in my mouth because I 
thought it was so dirty so I just masturbated him and finally agreed to 
lick his cock until he came. The bastard squirted all over my face and 
then laughed about it. I could have become a man-hater right there, but 
I didn't.

"The same guy picked me up the next night and we parked again. We ended 
up in the same position as before, only he had my pants off, and he 
wanted to stick it in me. I was afraid it would hurt and finally 
consented to suck it. I sucked his cock until he came and even 
swallowed the stuff. I discovered that I liked it much better in my 
mouth than on my face. I should be ashamed, Daddy, but I've sucked 
quite a few pricks. I wonder, did Mother ever ... ?"

"No, not before we were married. I was her first man, and I had to beg 
her to suck me even after we were married. She got damn good at it, but 
I don't think she ever liked it."

"I like it," Linda said sullenly. She was jealous of her mother again, 
and she felt that he was unfavorably comparing them. "You don't mind 
that I like it, do you?"

"Of course not," Dan said impatiently. "But when was the first time you 
let a guy go all the way with you?"

"I held off on that until I was fifteen because I was afraid it would 
hurt. It happened on the first date you let me have. Remember the 
Preston boy, how shy and awkward he was? Well, he wasn't shy in the 
car. After the movie, we parked and he got my pants off, and I couldn't 
keep him away; he stuck it to me, but good. My reputation wasn't very 
good after that. He had a big mouth and the boys started taking me out 
because they knew I would fuck. Don't look so damned shocked, Daddy, so 
I was a pincushion; shit-fire, I liked it and it made me feel good. I 
still like it."

Linda looked defiantly at her father.

"Has Bill fucked you?" Dan asked, removing his finger from her pussy.

"Of course not! A girl has to save something for her wedding night. Put 
your finger back in there, Daddy, unless of course, you have something 
else to put in."

"I have something else in mind," he said, sitting up and pulling her 
roughly across his lap--face down.

"Daddy, what are you doing!" Linda screamed.

"I'm going to spank you. You shouldn't lie to your father."

"No, Daddy. I don't want you to spank me. I'm too old for that."

"Do as I say," he ordered gruffly.

He picked up her hairbrush.

"Please don't!" she sobbed.

She screamed when the back of the brush hit her bottom. He hit her 
again and again. She cried aloud, kicking wildly. The tears ran down 
her cheeks as her ass turned pink, then red.

"You're killing me, you bastard! Oh, Oh, Daddy, that hurts ... you 
fucking bastard!" she wailed, as a new sensation swelled inside her 
belly.

She groped frantically under her belly until she found his hard cock. 
Sliding up a little, she spread her legs and pressed his cock against 
her cunt. It was an awkward angle, still she got the hot head inside 
her pussy.

"It hurts, Daddy, it hurts ... please stop ... stop! No, don't stop! 
Oooh, Daddy, it's feeling good ... I'm going to come, I'm going to 
come! Hit me harder ... don't stop now!"

Dan gave her several very hard smacks.

Linda stiffened on his lap and jerked violently, experiencing a strange 
erotic sensation. She was coming hard.

"Stop spanking me now, Daddy!" she cried. "Stop spanking me now and 
fuck me! Turn me over and fuck me ... Oooooh, Daddy, I want to be 
fucked, fucked hard! Please fuck me hard!"

She jerked away from his grip and shoved him backwards. Quickly she 
pounced, burying her face in his lap. Before sucking him in, she 
screamed, "It still does things to me, Daddy! You asked for it; I hope 
you can take it, because I'm going to suck your nuts right out through 
your prick."

His cock went into her mouth.

Dan stared at his daughter with astonishment. His excitement was almost 
unbearable, partly because it was his beautiful young daughter sucking 
his cock, but mostly because of the intensity and fervor of her hot 
mouth.

She gripped the base of his prick and masturbated him furiously at the 
same time jamming his glans in and out of her mouth as fast as her head 
would bob.

Dan couldn't withstand this onslaught. With a loud groan he let go, his 
heavy load squirting into her mouth. She squeezed tight at the base of 
his cock, shutting off his spend, then let out a spurt and clamped 
tight again. Dan felt faint. He had never before felt such an intense 
sensation. It felt as if she was indeed going to suck his nuts out 
through his prick.

When his head cleared, Linda was lying on top of him, his limp cock 
held tightly between her thighs. "Are you all right, Daddy? You scared 
me."

"I'm fine," he said, "but how are you?"

"I'm in need, Daddy. I just had a delicious meal, and I swallowed every 
last drop of your jism, but my cunt is hot and itchy. I wish your cock 
would get good and hard again so you could fuck me. Do you think it 
will ... real soon? I have to have a come, Daddy; I just have to make 
it again."

"Maybe I can help you another way," he said, rolling her off his body. 
"Lie on your back."

Linda lay back, opening her legs wide, her hungry cunt yawning open in 
invitation. Dan kissed her hard, his tongue probing, tasting his come 
in her mouth. He kissed her cheeks and her eyes and her chin. He went 
to her breasts, wetly loving her nipples before moving on down her 
smooth belly. Linda lifted up to press her belly button against his 
tongue. She was breathing hard, knowing he was going to suck her pussy.

"I love you, Daddy," she cooed.

His tongue skirted her pubic hair, skipping to the insides of her 
thighs. He licked them wetly, his tongue playing at the ridge of her 
fat cunt-lips.

"Ooooooh, I like that!" she hissed.

"I knew you would, Linda," he mumbled.

"Linda's not prudish, Daddy," she moaned. "Kiss Linda's pussy. Eat 
Linda's pussy. Put your tongue in Linda's pussy."

"You hot bitch!" he snorted. "You're loose, and you're too goddamn 
beautiful. You'll never get enough sex."

He plunged his face between her thighs, his mouth open. Linda grunted 
and clutched at his hair.

Her hips were soon undulating, pushing frantically against his mouth. 
With one hand he played with her tits, with the other he caressed her 
butt, sliding his fingers into the deep crack.  His wet tongue lashed 
at her cunt. Linda came quickly, and then she came again, and then 
again. He kept his mouth at her cunt until his jaws hurt and she 
finally screamed her satisfaction.

Her face was pale when he crawled up beside her. She looked contented 
and happy, her eyes closed, but Dan was horny again; he wanted more of 
his daughter.

Her arms went languidly around his neck when he moved on top of her. 
She opened her legs wide at the feel of his hard cock, and let her hand 
slide down to grasp his throbbing prick.

"Yes, honey, Linda will help you find the spot," she said sleepily. 
"I'll let you fuck me; you knew I would all along. I just can't say no. 
Ung, yeah! Push it in, honey ... yeah, yeah, that feels good ... Good!"

Dan realized she was in a state of sexual stupor. She moved jerkily 
beneath him and he came quickly. She came, too; hard, even this time, 
lifting and grunting with fuck lust.

When their fuck had subsided, he reached over and turned out the light, 
his cock still imbedded in her pussy.



Chapter 3


Dan awakened the next morning aware that he was in a strange bed. 
Slowly he remembered where he was and what had happened the night 
before. He started to get up, but heard footsteps, so he lay back down 
and feigned sleep.

Linda came to the door and peeked in to see if he was still sleeping. 
When she was satisfied that he was, she entered the room. She was 
wearing bikini panties and fluffy slippers.

The girl stood before the mirror on her dressing table and admired 
herself, arching her shoulders to accentuate her bust-line. Obviously 
pleased, she smiled as she wiggled her ass and pushed out her stomach, 
raking her fingers between her legs.

Linda glanced at her father, then pushed her panties down her legs to 
the floor. She picked up a hairbrush and put the handle in her mouth, 
sucking it noisily. Then, with a grimace of newfound lust, she pulled 
the curved handle from her mouth and pushed it slowly into her cunt.

The depraved girl started the brush in motion with one hand while 
massaging her clit with the other. It was only a matter of minutes 
before she started moaning. She had to brace herself with one hand 
against the dressing table while she had her orgasm.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, but I love that feeling!"

Linda glanced over at her father, wondering if her outcry had awakened 
him. He still pretended to be asleep. She pulled the hairbrush from her 
cunt and put it in her mouth. She sucked for several seconds before 
throwing it onto the dressing table. She left the room.

Dan heard water running in the bathtub. Linda soon returned and came to 
the bedside. She bent and kissed him on the forehead, then grabbed the 
cover and jerked it back. His cock was hard and sprang upward. Dan 
heard a soft hiss escape his daughters lips.

"Time to get up, Daddy. Your bath is ready," she said, her hand 
wrapping around his pecker.

Dan feebly pulled up on the sheet.

"Naughty, naughty, Daddy. You don't need to cover up. I like you the 
way you are, especially the way you are now," she said, slowly stroking 
his prick. "It's Saturday so you don't have to work, and Mother and 
Peter won't be home until tonight, and my guy isn't picking me up until 
this afternoon, so we are alone ... just you and me." She continued 
stroking his prick and then bent over and sucked the bared knob. 
"Mmmmmm, that's good. Come on, I'll wash your back."

Linda was a completely different girl from the night before. Her eager 
desire of yesterday now seemed to change to a feminine seductiveness. 
She was available for anything he might want, and obviously enjoyed the 
effect she was having on him.

It was a bath such as he had never had. The water was perfumed and hot.

She stood close and caressed his chest with her erect nipples. She 
still held his cock tightly, and she giggled and talked to it as if it 
were a giddy young boy that couldn't wait.

"You're so much nicer than a cold hairbrush handle," she cooed, "but 
you must wait until you get in your bath, then Mama will reward you for 
being so nice and hard." She twitched it with her fingers, mocking it, 
scolding it, telling it how beautiful it was.

They got in the tub together, and she washed her father with loving 
care, saving his beautiful hard cock for the last. She lifted it out of 
the water and lathered it generously, then bent and drew the suds-
covered shaft into her mouth.

Dan leaned back in the hot, soothing water and groaned. Before last 
night he had never dared dream that his beautiful daughter would suck 
his cock, and now she had its entire length down her throat. Her 
expertise still startled him; she was no novice to cock sucking. When 
she drew upwards on the shaft, her tongue did the most amazing things 
to the underside of his glans, and her lips rolled back and forth over 
the ridge in a most fantastic manner. He leaned back even farther, 
thrusting into her lips, and stiffened. With a grunt, he poured his 
milky load into her mouth.

"Daddy, you've spoiled my breakfast!" she cried, after she had 
swallowed his entire load.

Then they ate breakfast in the nude. She sat on his lap and he caressed 
and fondled her while they ate.

"Do you think I'll have breakfast like this with William?" Linda asked.

"Do you enjoy it this way?"

"I love it," she sighed, rotating her ass against his cock.

"Then do it. He'd have to be crazy not to enjoy it."

She reached between his legs and grasped his prick. "The thing that 
worries me now is that I like it too much."

"It worries me, too," Dan said.

"Oh, not the way you must think, Daddy. Once I'm married, I intend to 
be a good wife. No other man will touch me once I become Mrs. William 
Temple."

"I hope not, Linda, I certainly hope not." He said this knowing without 
a doubt that his daughter would be intimate with other men after she 
was married. He relished the thought of fucking her after she belonged 
to another.

"I just hope he likes to fuck," she whispered, masturbating his half-
aroused cock.

Linda turned on his lap to face him, her legs straddling his. With 
expert guidance, his cock was quickly inside her cunt. She nuzzled down 
against him, pushing him all the way in. She hooked her heels behind 
the legs of the chair.

"Don't come, Dad. Make it last a long time like last night. I like it 
in there and want it for a long time. We can fuck like this for a while 
and then go up to bed and do it some more."

His cock was as deeply imbedded as was possible. It felt so good to her 
that she closed her eyes and put her head on his shoulder and humped 
with abandon. The twitching started in her cunt, but she couldn't stop; 
she had to have that climax once it started.

"Oh, Daddy, I'm coming already!" she squealed.

The oversexed girl quivered and jerked on his lap, a wave of pleasure 
filling her heaving belly. She finally calmed down to a steady rocking, 
sobbing against his shoulder.

"Let's go up to your bedroom. I want you to come inside me on Mom's 
bed. I want you to fuck me like you would Mom, and try to make me a 
baby. I didn't take my pill today. Bill would never suspect that it's 
not his--he'll be fucking me too, very soon."

Dan liked the idea, and he hoped that he could knock up his daughter. 
He led her to the bedroom, then turned down the covers. She reminded 
him of her mother lying there with her eyes so wide and such a deep 
brown. She was prettier than her mother, and she had a better body than 
Helen had at the same age, though not as full and sensuous. Her nipples 
were bigger and darker, but she had the same copious mat of hair on her 
lower belly and cunt.

"Oh, Daddy darling, this is so exciting!" Linda said. "I've wanted to 
lay on this bed and get fucked for a long time. I used to stand outside 
the door and listen to you and Mom fucking and giggling and having so 
much fun; I always wished it was me you were sticking your prick into, 
even before I knew how good it felt to have a prick."

"Linda, you're shameless," Dan said, pushing her legs apart. His cock 
stood out from his crotch, hard and ready. He was going to fuck his 
daughter again, leave his male spew inside her belly, and if possible, 
make her a baby.

Dan lay down on top of her and pushed his cock into her cunt again. She 
was tighter than Helen and more responsive, her cunt clasping around 
his prick and sucking it in. He had no more than started stroking when 
she began to moan.

"Oh, Daddeeee! It feels so good. I think I'm going to come again!"

Linda hunched eagerly beneath her father, the friction from his sawing 
cock drawing groans from her mouth, wet squishes from her pussy. Faster 
and faster they went. She seemed to be on the verge of coming, but 
didn't quite make it.

"What's the matter, Daddy?" she sobbed. "I've never been so hot in my 
life, and I can't come. Last night felt so good that I wanted to keep 
from coming and couldn't, and now it feels so good and I'm so close 
that I'm miserable to come and can't. What's the matter, Daddy?"

"It's probably because you've had so much, darling. Perhaps we'll have 
to stimulate you more."

"Well do it, do it! I have to come!" she screamed.

Dan pulled out and got up from the bed. "Roll over on your stomach," he 
ordered. Looking around the room, he spotted a narrow leather belt. He 
picked up the belt and lashed across her butt.

"Ouch! That hurt!" she screamed.

Dan lashed across her wrist. "Get your hand out of the way, you little 
whore. You need a good whipping for the things you've done, you 
incestuous little bitch!"

Long, red welts rose up quickly as the leather belt came down again and 
again.

"You're doing it too hard, Daddy! It hurts terrible!" Her cheeks were 
wet with tears.

"Open your legs wide!" Dan shouted.

Linda obeyed. Her senses were numbed, her cunt on fire. The tip of the 
belt curled between her legs and bit at the puffy, ruby-red lips of her 
cunt. She jerked and screamed. The belt snapped between her legs again, 
and she started to come.

"I'm coming, Daddy! I'm finally coming ... please get on me and come 
inside me ... hurry, hurry!"

Dan threw the belt down and pushed into her from behind, jamming his 
cock in with one cruel lunge. He had no trouble bringing himself off 
inside her cunt, since he was unusually stimulated from lashing his 
daughter's ass and pussy.

"I'm coming, cunt! I hope you get pregnant, you filthy bitch!" he 
screamed.

"I do, too!" Linda wailed, her orgasm still strong and hot.

When he gasped and rolled off, she pushed him onto his back and took 
his wilting prick into her mouth. Her nose was buried in his hair for a 
long time as she gently sucked at his spent cock. They both dozed off 
with her head still in his hairy lap.

An hour later, Linda sat up and looked at the clock beside the bed. 
With a cry, she leaped to her feet.

"Daddy, Bill is supposed to pick me up in half an hour. Where did the 
time go? I've got to get ready."

She looked at her father rubbing his eyes and once again the itch 
seized her. It was one of those days when she just couldn't seem to get 
enough, and she knew she wasn't going to let Bill have any. Not yet.

"Do you think we could fuck one more time before he gets here?"

"Not a chance, Linda, your old daddy is shot. If you have such hot nuts 
that you can't wait, you'll just have to use the hairbrush again," he 
said with disgust.

"You sneak!" she cried. "You were watching this morning."

"Yes, I'm afraid I was playing possum."

She picked up a hairbrush from her mother's dressing table. It had a 
larger handle than hers.

"I ought to use it on you," she said.

"No way, baby," Dan said, sitting up.

"Okay, then I'll use it on me. It'll be more fun knowing you're 
watching, and it looks like a much better handle for bringing a girl 
off."

Dan watched as his perverted daughter lay on the floor in front of him 
and spread her legs apart. The lips of her cunt were already wet and 
glistening. Linda gripped the hairbrush around the bristles, moved her 
hand between her legs, and put the cold plastic to her pussy, her cunt-
lips opening in anticipation.

The fat, knobby handle disappeared from sight inside her pussy and she 
started to fuck herself. Soft moans were soon coming from her.



Chapter 4


Helen Palmer drew deeply on her cigarette and squinted at her son 
across the breakfast table. He wasn't paying attention to his food like 
he usually did, and she suspected why. It was that damn waitress 
showing herself off like a common whore. She could see her son 
squirming in his chair, even reaching under the table to stealthily 
rearrange himself.

Helen Palmer was still very attractive and well preserved, not turned 
to fat like so many middle-aged women, though a trifle plump. She had 
always been chesty, but her tits didn't hang down to her belly button; 
they were still firm and proud.

"What's the matter, Peter?" she asked. "You're acting strange this 
morning. Don't you feel well?"

"I'm okay, Mom, just sleepy. We started awful early."

"You're right, honey, but I want to get home tonight if we can. You can 
crawl in the back seat and take a nap and I'll drive. I feel good this 
morning."

The waitress returned.

She was young, about eighteen or nineteen, and she was built. Her skirt 
was tight and short, clinging to her round ass and showing off most of 
her smooth, bare legs. Her blouse was even tighter, and low cut, 
revealing a deep cleavage between heavy, braless tits. Her dark nipples 
could be seen through the thin, white material. A tiny apron tied 
tightly around her waist gave her an hourglass shape. The girl was cute 
and she knew it. She knew she was turning Peter on, too.

The girl bent over farther than necessary to refill their coffee cups. 
She smiled at Peter. "Is there anything else you'd like?" she asked 
sweetly, knowing full well what else the young man would like.

"Just the check," Helen said testily.

She could see that her sixteen-year-old son was really turned on, and 
she wondered what his little cock looked like all swollen with blood 
and desire. It had been years since she had seen him naked. She 
realized what she was thinking and blushed, and then again she wondered 
what his cock looked like. Had it grown? Of course it had grown. Was it 
hard? She looked away from her son and pushed back her chair.

Helen paid the check and they walked out to the car. "You get in the 
back and sleep; I'll drive. You can drive this afternoon after you've 
rested." Peter crawled into the back seat and stretched out on his 
back, trying to imagine what the waitress' big tits looked like without 
the blouse. They were big and soft and round, and the nipple was dark 
and hard. In his mind, he sucked on one of her ripe nipples and slid 
his hand under her skirt; of course, she wasn't wearing panties, and he 
immediately felt the thick hair on her pussy; it was wet and sticky. 
His hand slid into his pocket and squeezed his hard prick. He 
masturbated as best he could through the cloth of his pocket.

In the front seat, Helen adjusted the mirror until she could see her 
son. She could see he was playing with himself, and she almost gasped 
aloud when he removed his hand from his pocket, unzipped his pants, and 
reached inside. It was obvious he was masturbating. She had never 
thought of Peter jacking off, and it excited her. Her boy was a male 
animal; he had a prick, and it would get hard, and if he pulled on it 
enough it would squirt that nice milky stuff. Her throat was dry.

She felt the wetness in her panties and she put her hand between her 
legs. But it wasn't enough to massage her pussy, it never had been. 
Helen was one of those women who needed penetration, preferably deep 
penetration. A cock going in and out was what she needed. Helen didn't 
masturbate much, only when she felt the need strongly, only when she 
was unusually stimulated, and her own son was stimulating her 
unusually.

Helen Palmer no longer enjoyed sex with her husband. Perhaps it was 
because of the daily routine of marriage, or the dulling effect of 
familiarity, or maybe Dan was just a lousy lover. At any rate, the 
thrill was gone. She certainly didn't want it this way, but the thought 
of the same man, the same technique, and yes, the same prick in her 
cunt left her cold.

Peter's prick was a new prick. She fought against the ugly thoughts 
forming in her mind. She looked into the mirror and saw her son's hand 
inside his fly; he was pulling at his cock faster; the ugly thoughts 
came back, stronger than before.

She saw a huge service-station sign and swerved off the road.

"Go ahead and sleep, son: I'm going to get some gas. And I need to go 
potty," she said. "I forgot at the cafe."

Peter pulled his hand from his fly and quickly zipped up. "Okay, Mom," 
he said, trying to sound half asleep.

Helen got out of the car and told the attendant to fill it up. She went 
into the ladies' room, pissed frantically, wiped her pussy with care, 
and put her panties into her purse.

She glanced at the dirty, streaked mirror, looking for signs of 
perverted lust in her face. She saw none and sighed with relief.

When she returned to the car, she was startled to see Peter sitting 
behind the wheel. "I thought you were napping," she said, opening the 
door.

"I couldn't sleep, Mom. You crawl in on the other side and I'll drive," 
he said.

He knew he couldn't bring himself off with his mother in the front 
seat, and he had even thought of going into the men's room and jerking 
off, but gave the whole thing up as a bad deal. He was soft now, 
anyway.

Helen was disappointed, very disappointed. She had been counting on 
watching her son fondle himself while she masturbated. Her need for a 
deep, satisfying orgasm was strong. Reluctantly, she got in the seat 
beside him.

"Are you sure you feel like it, Peter?" she asked.

"I feel fine, Mom," he answered.

Peter's cock was soft when he pulled from the gas station, but it 
didn't stay that way for long. The wing on Helen's side was open and 
the wind lifted her light skirt halfway up her thighs. A quick look 
told him that her eyes were closed, so he stared brazenly at his 
mother's exposed legs. He fought off the urge to reach over and lift 
her hem higher. Helen moaned softly, opened her legs, and the wind did 
the job for him, her skirt blowing several inches higher.

"It's awfully warm in here," Helen mumbled. Her hand tugged at her 
bodice, pulling several buttons open.

Peter's eyes widened at the sight of his mother's cleavage, which was 
much deeper than the girl's at the cafe. He could see that her tits 
were even bigger than he had thought. His hand dropped to his leg and 
he started to rub himself again. His cock was hard as a rock. He looked 
at her legs which were bare well above mid-thigh. He was soon jacking 
off through his trouser leg, untroubled that he might come inside his 
pants.

Helen watched him for several minutes, her passion a mixture of doubt 
and lust. She sat up abruptly and opened her eyes wide. "What on earth 
are you doing, Peter?" she cried.

The startled boy jerked his hand back to the wheel, his face reddening. 
"Nothing, Mom, honest."

"Don't lie to me, Peter. You were playing with yourself, weren't you?"

"Yes," he answered weakly.

"Why would you do such a thing?"

Peter was unaccustomed to lying to his mother and blurted out, "I was 
looking at your legs."

"Pull the car over to the side," she snapped.

Peter didn't know what to think. He slowed the car and eased onto the 
shoulder. His heart was pounding when he finally brought the vehicle to 
a stop. His cock had wilted to nothing.

"Push the seat back all the way," she said.

Peter did as he was told, confused now at his mother's actions.

"Don't you know it's not good for a young boy to get sexually excited 
and not get any relief. It could make you impotent later on in life," 
she said.

Peter trembled as his mother's hand reached over and boldly unzipped 
his fly. His mind reeled with amazement, unable to grasp what was 
happening, when her warm fingers slipped inside and circled his cock.

"Oh, you've gone soft already!" she cried, hauling his cock out.

With fascination she watched his smooth, young prick swell in her hand, 
first matching in size, and then surpassing his father's.

"My God, it's so big," she said. "I had no idea ..."

With slow, deliberate strokes, she slid her hand up and down his cock, 
squeezing firmly each time her palm came up over his cherry knob. Her 
nostrils flared.

"Oh, Mama, that feels so good!" he cried.

"Just relax and enjoy it, honey. Mother will take care of you." She 
glanced quickly into his eyes. "You must have relief, you know."

Her glance returned to her moving hand and she stared as though 
hypnotized at his magnificent cock-head. It was so proud, and so smooth 
and hard and red, and so goddamned big, much bigger than his father's. 
His whole cock was bigger than his father's. She gripped it in the 
middle and there was leftovers above and below. It was the cock of a 
stallion, not a sixteen-year-old boy.

The urge to bend over and take it in her mouth was so strong that it 
terrified her. She didn't dare. Never, ever would she want him to know 
that his own mother would do such a thing.

Helen had once had a wild passion for cock-sucking, a passion long 
since cooled. She had the mistaken impression that her husband thought 
it was dirty and degrading. Dan and Helen did not communicate very 
well.

Helen developed her taste for cock-sucking while still in high school. 
She was unusually well developed by the time she was fifteen, and since 
she looked like a sexpot, boys expected her to act like one. And she 
didn't disappoint them.

She was only fifteen when the first male hand slipped inside her 
panties, and not many minutes older when she discovered the thrill of a 
hot, pulsing prick in her hand. She was young and afraid to fuck, so 
she sucked him off. From then on, every boy she dated deposited his 
slime in her mouth at least once.

She had wanted to go to her marriage bed a virgin, but it just wasn't 
in the cards. Her uncle took her cherry while she was staying with them 
to care for his infant son while his wife was in the hospital having 
another. They slept together every night she was in the hospital. And 
of course there were several others after that.

Helen continuing jacking off her son. Unlike his daddy's cock, Peter's 
was circumcised, making the head look so huge and smooth. She realized 
she wanted it down between her legs, to feel the swollen bulb push 
slowly up into her cunt. The thought of intercourse with her son 
revolted her, yet she still wanted it.

"Does that feel good, honey?" she said.

"It feels wonderful, Mother. It feels wonderful. Please don't stop."

"I won't, baby, not until you come. Are you getting close?"

"Yes, yes! Go faster, Mama, I'm almost there!"

It made her tingle to think of her son's semen gushing out over her 
hand. She knew she could never come herself without touching between 
her legs, but it was thrilling just to be holding his hard cock in her 
hand, knowing she was going to bring him off.

When he popped, she was unprepared for the explosion, having forgotten 
how much farther young boys squirt their stuff. He grunted and hunched, 
spurting out onto the steering wheel, onto his pants, onto her hand. 
Still she pumped on, refusing to stop until he was dry.

"Was it good, darling?" she asked, still holding his gooey cock in her 
hand.

"Oh, Mom! It was wonderful! Better than it's ever been."

"Do you do it often?"

"Pretty often." He blushed. "I wish you could do it for me all the 
time."

I wish I could too, Helen thought. She was blushing, too.

Helen turned away from him to get her purse and quickly sucked his cum 
from her hand. She took out several tissues and cleaned up the mess.

*   *   *

About five o'clock Helen hunched her shoulders in a gesture of fatigue 
and said, "I'm too tired to drive any more. I think we'll get a motel 
and drive on in the morning."

At the next town Helen pulled into a big motel with a restaurant and 
lounge.

"Let's stop over to the restaurant and eat, honey," she said to Peter 
after they had registered.

"I need a drink to relax before we eat. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, go ahead," he answered.

The one drink before dinner turned into an even dozen. After the 
fourth, she ordered one for Peter every other round. Peter was feeling 
quite good and Helen was drunk by the time dinner arrived.

The liquor stimulated Peter's appetite and he ate ravenously. She had 
two more drinks after dinner. Peter had never seen his mother tight 
before.

On the way back to their room, she stumbled and almost fell Peter put 
his arm around his voluptuous mother, his hand snugged against the 
underside of one breast. She leaned heavily against him.

Peter helped her inside. "Gosh, Mom, there's only one bed," he said.

"Well, never mind about that, just get ready for bed and crawl in. 
We're so tired I don't think we'll keep each other awake, anyway. I'm 
going to take a hot shower."

After Helen had gone into the bathroom. Peter took off all his 
clothing. The cool, crisp sheets felt good against his bare skin, 
especially his cock, which was half hard.

When Helen stepped from the bathroom, he pretended to be asleep, but he 
almost gasped out loud. His mother was wearing her robe, but she hadn't 
pulled it closed. He could see half of each tit and all of her hair-
covered mound.

"That felt wonderful," she said. "Are you asleep yet?"

"Mmmmmffff," Peter mumbled, rolling onto his side so he could see her 
better. He kept his eyes half closed.

Peter's prick was at full attention.

She lit a cigarette and sat down in a chair facing the bed, her robe 
falling completely open. Peter could see both her tits, the nipples big 
and dark, and her soft belly tapered down to a thick nest of hair.

She crossed her legs for a minute, then uncrossed them. They came 
apart, a little at first, then widely. Peter's eyes came open at the 
sight of her pink, pouting cunt; Helen pretended not to notice. She sat 
like this until she was sure he was good and hot, then she got up, 
snuffed out the cigarette, and turned off the lights. Her robe 
slithered to the floor before she crawled into bed with him.

Peter rolled onto his back and lay rigid.

Helen's hand slid across his bare chest. "Are you asleep." she asked 
softly.

"Not completely," he answered, trying to sound drowsy.

"Would you like to kiss Mother goodnight?" She didn't wait for his 
answer, but moved close and pressed her mouth over his. Her hand moved 
in a circular motion on his chest while they kissed, going lower and 
lower until she touched his pubic hair.

"You're not wearing any underwear!" she cried.

"No. I always sleep naked, Mom."

Her fingertips slid down into his hair until they brushed against his 
cock. "Son, you're hard again!" she cried.

"I know it, Mom. I couldn't help it."

"Why?" Her fingers slowly closed around his hard prick. "Why do you 
have a hard-on again?"

"You know why. I wasn't really asleep and I was looking at you. You're 
so sexy and beautiful Mom. Will you masturbate me again? Please?"

"I might have to. You certainly feel like you need it," she said, 
already pulling gently on his cock. "Oh, Peter, it makes me blush, even 
in the dark, but holding you like this makes me so ... hot."

She moved closer to him, her hand moving steadily. "Have you ever gone 
all the way with a girl?" she whispered.

"No, Mom, never."

"Have you ever felt a girl up, under her clothing, I mean?"

"No," he answered again.

"I'm not wearing anything, Peter," she said, and put his hand on her 
bare belly. "Move your hand down between my legs, honey." She closed 
her eyes and hissed softly while his hand moved down into her pubic 
bush.

"It isn't good for a sixteen-year-old boy to be completely innocent. 
Later, when you marry, you should know what to do. Your father didn't 
know what to do on our wedding night. He was scared and clumsy and it 
took a great deal of adjusting to get over it. He hurt me and I think I 
sometimes still resent it. Put your finger up inside me."

Her cunt was wet and his finger went in smoothly.

"Easy, baby, not too rough. Move it in and out, Peter. Yes, like that! 
Ooooooh, honey! It feels as good to me as it did to you when I played 
with you this afternoon."

Helen moved so one of her large tits was near his face.

"I nursed you when you were a baby, Peter; suck me now like you did 
then. My nipples are very excitable. I shouldn't tell you this, but it 
used to excite me when I nursed you, and sometimes I would masturbate 
while you nursed and have the most glorious orgasms; not always, but 
pretty often. I liked to play with your tiny cock, too. I even ..." 
Helen knew she was saying too much, but she felt drunk and hot "... 
even took it in my mouth. You don't remember, but it would get hard 
when I played with it even then, and especially when I sucked it." She 
held his face against her big tit so he couldn't see her blush. "Oh 
honey, it excited your Mommy so to suck your cock when you were a 
baby."

"Would you suck it now, Mother? Please!" he asked excitedly.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes! Anything you want. But only a little, because I 
think ... I want you to ... to ..." Her voice was a hoarse whisper. 
"I'm going to say it, Peter. I want you to fuck me. Do you want to?"

"Oh, God, Mama, yes!" he cried.

She rolled onto her back, pulling his hand from between her legs. "Come 
on top of me, son, now! I want to feel you inside me. I'll suck you all 
you want later, or even in the morning, but fuck me now!"

She let him settle comfortably on top of her and reached between their 
bodies and found his prick. It was as large as a grown man's, larger 
than Dan's. She nuzzled the thick knob against the length of her slit 
before she pushed it slowly inside the puffy lips. It popped into her 
cunt.

"Ooooooh, Son! My baby darling!" she moaned. "What have I been 
missing?"

He pushed in, his shaft going deeper. Helen spread her legs and lifted 
her knees to make penetration easier. He continued pushing until he was 
all the way in.

"Now just lie still for a few minutes," his mother said. "We'll call 
this your first lesson in how to please your future wife. I don't want 
her going through what I went through. Now start thrusting gently. Yes, 
yesssss ... like that, in and out, in and out. Ohhh, honey, that's 
good. Not quite so fast, I don't want you to come too quickly. Let your 
new bride get there, too. She deserves a good come that first time."

They fucked deliciously for several minutes, Helen guiding him all the 
way. She stopped him each time she thought he was getting too close. 
The good tingles were already starting in her own belly.

"Is it good for you, Peter? Are you enjoying it as much as I am?" she 
asked.

"Oh yes, Mother, yes! It feels wonderful!"

"Did you want to fuck that waitress this morning?" Helen asked, trying 
to hold her orgasm off for a few more minutes.

"Yes, Mom. It was all I could think of."

"I thought you did. It made me a little jealous. That's why you started 
playing with your prick in the back seat, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Have you ever wished you could fuck me before?"

"So many times I can't count them. I've peeked at you when you were 
dressing and then went to my room and jacked off."

His last remark did it. She started coming.

"Peter, oh Peter, I'm coming! Your mother's coming!" she cried. "Pull 
almost out and fuck with just the knob. Fuck fast, fast! Mmmmmm, 
darling! You have such a wonderful knob, so fat and hard! It feels so 
good!"

Her body was rigid as she jerked wildly. Her pussy gripped the head of 
his cock, squeezing and sucking.

Peter grunted deep in his throat when he felt his balls tighten and the 
fluid start. His juice slammed into her pussy in quick, thick spurts.

"Oh, Peter! Peter! Peter!" she moaned. "Come inside me! Fill my belly 
up with your stuff."

Later, Peter went to sleep in her arms. She cuddled him to her breast 
and held his slimy prick in her hand. It was such a large prick for a 
young boy; if it grew any more, he would be a real stud. His balls were 
big, too; the bag felt silky and was covered with soft hair.

Helen didn't go to sleep for a long while. She imagined her son fucking 
the stacked waitress in the back seat of the car while she drove down 
the road. Her fantasy spread to his fucking other girls. When she 
finally dropped off to sleep, her body tingled with a newborn sexual 
excitement.

Peter awakened first the next morning. He slowly recalled what had 
happened the night before and he put his hand between his mother's 
legs. They slowly moved open until he had complete access to her cunt. 
It was a very hairy cunt, and felt wet and slippery when he pushed two 
fingers up into her hole. It was warm and nice in there, too. She 
started moaning softly, her hips lifting up to meet his hand as he 
finger-fucked her.

His gentle fucking soon lulled her from her sleep. As her eyes opened 
and she realized what was happening, her fist closed around his hard 
cock. She moved it back and forth on his length, keeping time with his 
fingers in her cunt.

"You have such a nice hard-on, honey," she said sleepily. "Let's take a 
shower together and I'll suck you like I promised. We'll call it lesson 
number two."

She held his cock while he urinated and then he stood back and watched 
while she squatted over the bowl and pissed. She even spread the lips 
of her cunt so he could see.

In the shower, she soaped him all over, working up a thick lather 
around his prick and balls. She kneeled quickly and took the soapy 
shaft into her mouth. It went from half hard to very hard quickly. She 
sucked ravenously, taking him from head to deep throat and then back 
again. When she thought he was on the verge of spending, she let his 
cock fall free.

"Let's go in on the bed," she said.

They went into the bedroom. They were both wet and slippery. Peter 
pushed his mother onto the bed, her hair spreading wetly over the 
pillow, her legs falling open in invitation.

"I'm going to fuck you again, mother," he said.

"Yes, Peter, yes! I want you to!"

He fell on top of her and put his cock to the mouth of her cunt. He 
pushed in and easily went to the hilt with one easy motion. Helen 
grunted with pleasure and held him tightly, her hips urging him to fuck 
faster.

"Yesss, Peter, fuck your mother, fuck her good!" she hissed. "Make me 
feel good again, make me come again. Oooooh, honey, that feels so good! 
Don't hold off, keep going, faster ... I'm almost there already ... 
fuck me, come inside my cunt again. OH, Jesus, it feels good! I've 
needed this for so long. I ... I ... oh, yes, yes, I'm ... Goddamn, 
fuck me faster ... I'm there!"

Helen came first. She locked her legs around his back, humping with him 
thrust for thrust. It was so different than it was with Dan; it was the 
way fucking was supposed to be, hot and exciting. She didn't really 
feel it when he came, but he poured another load of sticky liquid 
inside her pussy.

It was a quick, hard fuck, but a very satisfying one for both. They 
felt drained and good.

They had breakfast at the motel restaurant and then started out. Peter 
drove for the first three hours while Helen pretended to doze. Her deed 
had finally sunk in, and she felt horrible about what she had done. She 
swore that it would never happen again, no matter how much she had 
enjoyed it, and she had enjoyed copiously.

They stopped for lunch and then Helen took the wheel. They were within 
twenty miles of home when Peter unzipped his pants and took his cock 
out. It was already bone hard from thinking about his lovely mother.

Helen stiffened. "No, Peter, we mustn't! Not ever again!"

Peter took his mother's hand from the wheel and placed it on his hard 
cock.

"Play with it for about a mile, Mother, then pull off to the side of 
the road and suck me off. All the way. You promised."

"No, Peter, no! What we did was wrong. I don't know what came over me. 
It was incest, and incest is wrong."

"No, Mom, it was good."

Helen held back a sob and pulled onto the shoulder. His cock was 
completely hard inside her hand. She pulled on the hand brake, the 
motor still running, and with a moan of frustration fell face down in 
his lap. Her mouth was open to receive the head of his cock.

Sucking in the fat head, she loved the male taste of her son, the sweat 
from the morning's drive, the natural pungent cock taste, and the salty 
clear fluid that oozed out to clear a path for the hot jism. She sucked 
urgently, rubbing the long shaft with her fist. It had been a long time 
since she had tasted male jizz, and she wanted it now. She had enjoyed 
sucking cocks, and she realized she enjoyed it now. Helen liked cock 
sucking.

Peter stiffened. "God, Mom, that feels so fucking good! Suck hard! I'm 
going to come! Take me in your mouth; swallow it!"

Helen felt the slimy gobs of goo squirting into her mouth. They were 
almost tasteless on her palate, yet they burned a fiery trail down her 
gullet. Men tasted different; some much better than others. Peter's 
tasted good, very good, and she swallowed with relish. She wished now 
that she hadn't been so faithful to Dan; there were quite a few men who 
would gladly fuck her, and who would just as gladly let her suck their 
cocks.

Peter fell back limp. "Jesus, Mother, that was wonderful. I just can't 
get enough. I want to know how you taste. I want to kiss your pussy."

Helen let him lift her dress and remove her panties; she wanted his 
mouth on her cunt. She spread her legs wide and held her breath.

Peter put his lips to his mother's thighs, kissing first one and then 
the other. He kissed the soft flesh, slowly working up until his nose 
caressed her cunt. He drew in the strong aroma of woman in heat. She 
was wet, the hair matted and sticky, and he licked at the wet hair 
before spreading the lips with his fingers and pushing his tongue 
inside. Helen gasped with pleasure.

He licked and sucked for a long time, holding her in a suspended state 
of orgasm. She didn't know when one spend stopped and the next started; 
they all felt good. When he finally lifted his youthful head from 
between her thighs, his cock was hard again.

"One more time, Mother," Peter said, "I want to fuck you one more time 
before we get home."

"In the back seat," Helen said. She wanted him to fuck her ... one more 
time before they got home.

The affair had already gone too far. The point of no return was passed 
yesterday when she jacked him off. She knew it was wrong, but lust for 
his supple young body was too strong; his mouth had whetted her 
appetite and she wanted more. Peter was no longer her son, but just a 
boy, a male, someone to fuck her and make her feel good.

They got in the back seat and Peter once again filled his mother's 
cunt. He fucked her masterfully, confident and self-assured, bringing 
her off almost immediately. In fact, she had never really stopped 
coming from the moment that he slipped his tongue into her pussy.

"Is it good, Mom? Are you enjoying it?" Peter asked.

"I love it, love it ... it feels so good!"

Helen had her legs up in the air, holding Peter's slim hips tightly in 
the "vee" of her crotch. His cock was so big, so hard, it almost hurt 
now. He would do a lot of fucking from now on. She knew she had started 
something that she couldn't control.

Peter jerked faster and spewed what goo he had left in his balls into 
her slimy cunt. He lay on top of her, gasping for breath.

"You'll know what to do on your wedding night now, son," she mumbled in 
desperation.

"I sure will, Mom. I'll fuck the shit out of her, thanks to you," he 
said.

Thirty minutes later, they pulled into their driveway.



Chapter 5


Linda drove the car slowly; Helen sat next to the window looking out at 
the lengthening shadows of evening.

"What are you thinking about, Mom?" Linda asked.

"Oh, nothing, really," she said, without looking at her daughter.

Linda shrugged. There had been very little communication between them 
since Helen got back from her sister's, and her wedding was two days 
away. Linda pulled into the church parking lot and stopped the car.

"We're really early tonight," Linda said.

They went into the church and sat in a back pew. No one had turned the 
church lights on, and it was gray and mysterious inside. They hadn't 
been sitting five minutes when they heard someone come in.

"Hey, where is everybody?" It was Bill's voice.

"Over here, honey," Linda called.

Tom stepped in behind Bill, and the two young men walked to the pew 
where Linda and Helen sat.

"Hello, Mother Palmer," Bill said. "I don't think you've met Tom. This 
is Tom Henderson, my best man."

Helen stood up and put out her hand. She was wearing slacks and a 
blouse that buttoned down the front. Her tits looked big and loose. 
They were loose; she wasn't wearing a bra. She felt giddy with her tits 
naked like this. It was something she'd never done before, but she 
seemed to have these strange impulses ever since she had seduced her 
son.

"Call me Helen, Tom," she said.

Tom was impressed. He hadn't expected such a young-looking woman, or 
one as attractive. He especially liked her big jugs. He had a weakness 
for robust women. He found her prettier than Linda, also.

"I think we'll go for a ride, Mom; it's still a long time before 
practice. Want to come along?"

"No, you kids go ahead."

"I'll stay with you," Tom said.

Helen laughed, obviously pleased. "Don't worry about the old lady, 
Tom."

"What do you mean, old lady? I want to stay," he said, sliding in 
beside her. "You two go ahead."

Linda felt a twinge of jealousy. "We'll be back in about an hour. Come 
on, Bill," she said, going out the door.

"That was sweet, Tom," Helen said.

"I didn't do it to be sweet; I want to stay with you."

Helen picked up her purse. "I want a cigarette."

"Should you smoke in church?"

"I want to smoke, and I don't want to go outside."

"Okay, let's smoke mine," Tom said, and took two cigarettes and lit 
them.

They smoked silently for a couple of minutes before Helen leaned close 
to Tom, her face inches from his. "Now I need a drink," she said.

"There's a bottle in Bill's car," Tom said. Tom grinned and felt a 
tickle in his loins. She's in need of something, he thought.

"Go and get it," Helen said.

"Okay." He got to his feet "Hell, I bet Bill took the car."

"If he did, there's a pint in the glove of my car."

A myriad of thoughts had been swirling through Helen's head since she 
got back from her sister's: many of them concerned sex. She hadn't let 
Dan touch her since she got back, either. She felt a warmth for this 
attractive young man, a warmth that she knew was not motherly.

Tom returned and slid in beside her. "It's on you this time; Bill took 
his car," he said, unscrewing the cap.

Helen took a drink from the bottle. While Tom took a pull, she slid 
over until their hips touched.

"Put your arm around me; it's cool in here," she said, tipping the 
bottle to her lips again. She felt his arm on her neck and his palm on 
her breast. "I can feel it already," she said, "I had a couple before 
we came."

"Yes, I could tell," Tom said, and kissed her.

Her lips were moist and came open quickly. When she felt him squeeze 
her tit, she crowded her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on her tongue 
for a long time.

"I'm glad I didn't wear a bra tonight. I usually do," she said, and 
unbuttoned her blouse all the way down. Her tits looked big and 
inviting when she spread her blouse open. "Feel them, and kiss me 
again," she said.

He felt the hard nipples while he kissed her. He couldn't believe his 
good luck. He'd barely missed fucking Linda; he wasn't going to miss 
with Mama. She was just like her daughter, a tramp. Her nipples were 
sensitive like Linda's, too.

Helen held his face and slid her tongue in and out of his mouth. She 
made no effort to stop him when his hand slid down her belly and 
squeezed inside her slacks. She raised up and pushed her slacks down 
over her butt. Tom moved back a little and watched her remove her 
slacks and then her panties. She lay down in the pew, one leg stretched 
out on the seat, the other with her foot on the floor.

Tom stood up and started to unbuckle his pants.

"Just unzip and take it out," she hissed. "And put it in me ... Quick."

Tom grinned, pulling down his zipper. He liked a woman who was hot and 
ready, and Mama Palmer was hot and ready. His cock came out stiff and 
long. He stroked it several times while she stared, and then came down 
on top of her.

Helen grabbed his prick and pushed it immediately into her cunt. She 
lifted with her hips, forcing her cunt around his cock. When it was all 
the way in, she wrapped her legs over his back.

"It feels good, Tom ... make it feel better," she said. He started 
pumping. "If someone comes in, sing a hymn or something," she grunted, 
feasting on the pleasure of his cock.

She was enjoying it too much to worry about where she was, or that she 
had just met him, or that someone might come in; she was living for the 
fuck. If she could fuck her own son, she could fuck anyone, and she 
didn't feel any guilt; it felt too good.

Tom stroked rapidly, feeling the pressure of getting caught. He knew he 
wouldn't last long; her cunt was too snug. It surprised him that she 
was so tight, especially as wet as she was. She was all but dripping.

"Not too fast, honey. I'll make it if you hold out a bit longer ... I'm 
getting close." She let her legs fall free, snugging her pussy around 
his prick. It was enough; she started to come.

"Uung ... yes ... good! Come inside me; I'm there!"

Tom didn't need to be persuaded. The stuff came out into her cunt in 
globs. He had a load and she got it all. He stroked into her several 
more times and then pulled out. He laid the head of his cock into the 
thick nest of hair and let it drain slowly. He finally wiped what was 
left onto her belly and sat up.

Helen got to her feet and slipped on her panties without cleaning up. 
When she had her slacks in place and her blouse buttoned up, she sat 
down and lit a cigarette.

"That was a good fuck, Tom. I liked it," she said. "Is Linda a good 
fuck?"

"I've never fucked her," he said.

"That surprises me. I think we got done just in time; I hear a car. 
Kiss me one more time."

He kissed her hard. She responded eagerly, her hand clutching his prick 
through his pants. She opened the bottle and took a long drink, offered 
it to Tom, and when he refused, capped it and stuffed it in her purse.

Bill and Linda came in, followed by Dan.

"We stopped and picked up Daddy," Linda said.

Others in the wedding party started arriving for rehearsal. The 
preacher came in and turned on the lights. Helen wanted another drink 
instead of a wedding rehearsal, and she wanted another fuck, too. The 
quickie with Tom whetted her appetite. The insides of her thighs felt 
sticky, and her cunt wet.

After talking to Dan for a few minutes, she started counting heads to 
see if everyone was there. Her count stopped at Joan Wagner, and she 
wondered why Linda had chosen such a brazen snip for her matron of 
honor. Joan sat on a folding chair talking to one of the ushers and she 
had one foot pulled up into the chair, and was clasping her knee in her 
hands.

Helen's throat went dry, and a perverse thrill sent a chill racing up 
her spine. Joan's skirt was all the way up to her crotch, and she 
wasn't wearing panties. She could see Joan's cunt spread open from her 
awkward position, and the froth of cushiony blonde hair delicately 
embroidering her pussy.

Helen wanted a cigarette, and then as her hand went to her throat, she 
wanted a drink, and worst of all, she wanted to be fucked again, and 
she didn't care who did the honors. She thought of Peter and his man-
sized pecker, and of Tom, and then the tall, slim youth talking to 
Joan. She wondered if his prick was larger than her husband's. She was 
sure that it was, even though she knew she would probably never find 
out.

She glanced around and saw that Peter was ogling Joan's pussy. Even the 
preacher, the pious man of the cloth, was standing so he could get a 
good view of the maid of honor's snatch. The maid of honor indeed--the 
girl was a slut, a whore. Helen wanted to push down her slacks and show 
the man of God that she had a cunt, too. A damn fine cunt.

After the practice was over, Helen left with her husband. She had 
already decided that when she got home she was going to get drunk, good 
and drunk, and maybe, just maybe, let Dan fuck her. She needed a cock, 
even if she had to resort to her husband. In the car, she resisted the 
urge to take his prick out and suck it, suck it until it squirted in 
her mouth.

When they got home, Helen made two strong drinks and sat on the couch. 
She got drunk very quickly. She usually ignored Dan when he got 
amorous, but not this time; she opened her blouse and invited him to 
suck. She even played with his cock while he sucked her tits. When his 
prick was good and hard, she stood up and did a slow strip, and then 
had him chase her around the couch several times before she lay down on 
the floor and let him fuck her.

Dan almost remarked how slick and wet her pussy was. She felt so damn 
good all naked and vibrant under his pounding hips.

Peter came in and watched his mother and father fuck. He could really 
appreciate it now that she was his fuck, too.

Helen came hard, jerking and grunting. "Oooh, Dan, that's good," she 
moaned. "I'm coming, hon! Fuck hard and fast!"

Dan couldn't believe his ears; Helen was talking like a woman of the 
street; his sweet wife was actually enjoying his cock for a change. It 
was too much; he started coming. It was the first time he'd fucked her 
in several months. He didn't know he owed her excitement to his son, 
and to Tom Henderson, and to Joan Wagner's wanton cunt display at the 
church.

Helen tried to remember the last time she made the grade with Dan in 
the saddle. When she couldn't, she passed out. Dan put her to bed in 
the nude.



Chapter 6


The last day of practice had finally arrived; tomorrow Linda would be 
married. For the first time in her life, Linda was aware that she 
really needed a man's cock. The orgy with her father had confirmed her 
need for a hard prick. She was bitchy without it.

She wanted to try Daddy again, but they were never alone long enough. 
There was always someone in the way, especially her mother, who seemed 
ridiculously attentive to him since her return. She even suspected that 
they were fucking again. And to make matters worse, Joan Wagner, her 
matron of honor, spent every minute of every practice flirting with her 
father. He seemed to like it, too, and Linda was burning with jealousy.

Joan was the same age as Linda, only very blonde and unusually full 
bodied. Ripe, her father said. Fat, Linda said. She wished now she had 
never chosen Joan for the honored spot, even if they had been best 
friends in school.

Joan married her high school sweetheart, Rick Wagner, shortly after 
graduation, and had a baby four months later. When she turned up 
pregnant, Rick had gladly married her, never doubting that the baby was 
his. Joan had a number of doubts, but she never named any of them.

Joan always wore frightfully short skirts and loose, low-cut blouses or 
skin-tight sweaters and no bras. Once, she even brought her baby to 
practice and sat in the front pew where everyone could see him nurse. 
The men all watched with envy when she popped a fat tit from her 
blouse, the nipple red and hard, and fed it into the infant's hungry 
mouth. She hunched down and spread her legs wide, revealing her scanty 
panties pulled tightly across her thick, fat cunt-lips. She was a very 
vulgar young woman.

Linda chided Joan for her promiscuous behavior and accused her of 
making a play for her daddy. With righteous indignation, she reminded 
Joan that she was a married woman, and that her baby probably wasn't 
even her husband's, naming half a dozen guys who claimed getting into 
her pants.

With her usual cool, Joan smiled at Linda and said, "Don't get catty on 
me, honey, I can work up a pretty good list of guys who claim to 
getting into your britches, too."

Linda backed off. "Just stay away from my daddy," she said.

"No way," Joan countered. "He likes it when I flirt with him, and he is 
an attractive guy, you know. Besides, he's your father, not your 
lover."

Linda quickly turned and walked away. She was very, very angry, and she 
was blushing.

The final practice, held in the afternoon, went smoothly and quickly. 
Helen didn't attend because she still had a throbbing headache. Joan 
was waiting for her husband to come and get her.

Linda and Dan and Tom were sitting in the front pew talking. Joan was 
on the stage behind the massive pulpit pretending she was delivering a 
sermon. The three in the pew laughed at her antics. She gave a final 
prayer and ducked behind a curtain.

"Dan, come here. I want to show you something," she called.

Dan shrugged. "The Reverend calls," he said foolishly, and went up on 
the stage. He fumbled through the curtains until he found her standing 
in a corner. "Left the little one home today, huh?"

"Yeah, hubby's baby-sitting."

It was quite dark in the corner behind the curtains.

"Now what is that you have to show me?" Dan asked.

"Me," Joan answered, lifting her skirt above her hips. She held it up 
long enough for him to see she wore no panties, then let it fall back 
into place. "In the past two weeks I've thrown myself at you and you 
haven't so much as kissed me."

"We haven't exactly been alone," he said, almost afraid to believe what 
she had just done.

"We are now." She stepped close to him and threw her arms around his 
neck.

The blood pounded in his temple. He wanted this. Ever since he had 
fucked his own daughter he had seemed to change; his luck had seemed to 
change, too. Joan was young, married, a new mother; it all fit with his 
new thirst for the taboo. He had fucked violently the night before with 
Helen, and it had been very good, but he wanted more. He wanted to fuck 
this young married woman.

He kissed her hard, drawing her soft body in tight. Her tongue moved 
quickly between his lips and explored frantically inside his mouth. His 
cock stiffened.

"Oh, Dan, you feel so good," Joan sighed, rubbing her crotch against 
the thickening lump in his pants leg.

She slid her arm from around his neck and inched her fingers between 
their bellies. She found his erect cock and clutched it through his 
trousers. She gripped it tighter and fucked his mouth with her tongue.

The preacher, who had been in the basement, stepped from behind a 
curtain and noticed the couple in the dark corner. He maneuvered 
himself into a more advantageous position. He gasped when he saw it was 
Joan Wagner and the father of the bride kissing. He could see her hand 
was gripping his leg. He stepped back into the shadows and watched, his 
own cock growing stiff. The good Reverend had been hungrily eyeing Joan 
since the first practice.

Joan fumbled at the front of Dan's trousers until she found the zipper. 
It was but a moment before her hand was inside his pants feeling his 
cock.

"Let's sneak up in the choir loft where we can be alone," she 
whispered, easing his cock out of his fly.

Dan pulled free and went to the curtain and peaked out at Linda and 
Tommy. They seemed deep in conversation. He knew it was foolish, and 
dangerous, yet he let her lead him to the curving stairway, his cock 
wagging from side to side.

The preacher watched, his eyes aglow with lust. He was rubbing his 
prick through his pants.

Linda, too, saw them stealthily mount the stairs and disappear into the 
darkness above.

"Shit, Tommy, I need a cigarette," Linda said, getting to her feet. 
"Let's go sit in the back of the church. If my old lady can smoke in 
church, I guess I can too."

She was burning with jealousy, knowing full well why they went up to 
the choir loft. That wanton little bitch was going to fuck her darling 
daddy. It made her crotch itch.

"We could go outside; it's nice out tonight," Tommy said.

"It's nicer in," she said. "No, let's sit in the back; no one will see 
us." She really wanted to be where she could see how long her daddy 
stayed up there with that bitch, Joan.

Dan and Joan started necking again as soon as they entered the loft. 
She had one hand on the back of his neck, the other was wrapped around 
his cock. She slowly masturbated him, pushing the thick foreskin back 
off his knob.

"God, Joan, you're really turning me on," he said.

"I'm hot, too, Dan," she hissed, pulling harder on his cock. "Will you 
lift up my skirt and kiss my pussy? I like that."

"God, yes, Joan!" he gasped, marveling at her openness. "If you want, 
I'll suck it dry."

"Ooooooh, do I ever want!" she cried. "Eat me good; make me come. Then 
you can do whatever you want as long as you want."

She lifted her skirt over her hips and sat down in the nearest chair. 
Opening her legs wide, she slid down, her down-covered slit obscenely 
exposed. Dan went to his knees and rained kisses on her thighs, working 
quickly up to the fat, pouting lips. She grew wet very quickly, pushing 
her eager cunt against his lips and tongue. The odor of cunt was strong 
and pungent. Reeking of sex, Dan thought. He pushed his tongue into the 
slimy hole. It tasted strong, wild.

"Ohhhhh, Dan, darling, that's wonderful! It's been so long. I can only 
come, really, with a mouth on my cunt." She grabbed his head in her 
hands and pulled him tighter against her craving loins. "After I cum, 
you can fuck me, or I'll suck your cock if you want. Ooooh, honey, 
don't stop. Push your tongue deeper. Wiggle it! Goddamn, that's good! I 
haven't let my husband fuck me, or even touch me, since two months 
before the baby was born. I don't come when he fucks me, anyway. That's 
good, darling, good ... keep running your tongue up and down like 
that."

Joan rolled her hips, keeping time with his thrusting tongue. The 
sexual fire that only a tongue could bring was building rapidly. She 
liked oral sex the best.

"I haven't let Rick get close to me. He always curses me and then goes 
in the toilet and jerks off. I listen to him grunting and groaning and 
then he squirts his jazz all over the floor. I go in and lock the door 
and rub my bare foot in it and jack off. I decided just before the baby 
was born that I would let another man fuck me before Rick, and ... Oh, 
baby, Oh, darling ... I'm getting close ... lick me faster; I'm about 
to come ... and you are that man! You'll be the first to fuck me in two 
months. Oh, Dan, Dan, I want you to fuck me!"

Dan continued to suck her, his face wet and gooey from her copious 
juices. He liked the taste of cunt, and hers was especially good. So 
wet, so sloppy, so ripe.

"I'm coming, darling, I'm coming!" Joan shrieked.

She slumped in her seat, her entire body going limp with the overdue 
thrill of orgasm. She shivered from head to toe, feeling the delicious 
excitement.

"Don't stop yet, Dan. Keep sucking until the feeling dies down. I 
dearly love this feeling ... I do, I really do," she sighed.

When Dan finally backed out from between her legs, she got up and lay 
down in the aisle. The carpeting was soft, and she raised her legs up 
in the air, letting them fall apart.

"Now fuck me, Dan! Fuck me hard!" she hissed.

Dan pushed his pants and shorts down to his knees and got on top of 
her. He got between her legs, found the hole, and slid easily into her 
well oiled pussy. Her legs came over his neck, ankles locking to pull 
him in.

"Now fuck me hard, lover man, and maybe I can make it with you inside 
me. I usually don't, but your prick feels awful nice inside my belly." 
She kissed him. She sucked her own juices from his mouth. "Don't come 
inside me, honey ... too dangerous. I don't want to be knocked up again 
so quick. Pull out just before you come and I'll take your load in my 
mouth. I like to suck the come out of a man's prick. I like to swallow 
it, too. I think it makes my titties bigger. Do you like my big 
titties, Dan?"

"I like your big titties, Joan," Dan said.

"You haven't even felt them," loan said.

"We got down to basics too quick. Next time we'll take it easier."

"Anytime you want. I think I like it when you fuck me."

Dan pumped inside her, his prick sliding sloshily in her sloppy hole. 
God, he thought, she's got a big snatch. No wonder she doesn't come 
with a prick in it. It still felt good, though.

Joan hunched up against him, trying to get more inside her, only she 
already had it all. His prick was a little bigger than Rick's, but 
still not quite big enough; she needed a man with a massive cock, and 
she planned to keep looking for one. She wanted it longer, and bigger 
around, too. She enjoyed it with a man on top of her, his prick sunk 
into her belly, but she seldom made it that way, and the times she had, 
it was a weak come, hardly worth the effort.

"Pull out before you come, Dan. I'll suck you off good," she said, 
wanting his cock in her mouth. She liked to suck cock and had actually 
come off several times. It usually happened when she had it deep in her 
throat and the man ejaculated. It always gagged her, but she came, too.

Dan felt the stuff coiling up in his balls and pulled out. He was on 
his knees as he grabbed her.

"Come up here and suck it!" he cried.

Joan sat up quickly. "You made me feel so good, Dan; I really needed a 
cock in my pussy, even if I didn't come," she said, and took his prick 
in her mouth.

She could taste her cunt slime on his prick. She wiped it clean as her 
mouth closed down over its length. She drew him in until she had the 
whole thing, the head jammed into her throat.

Dan had never had it so deep in a girl's mouth. He started coming. His 
nuts let go and he poured his slime into her throat. It was a good 
load, too; thick and rich and sticky.

Joan felt the stuff squirting in her throat and started coming. It 
wasn't the all-consuming spend like when he was eating her, but it was 
a pleasant conclusion to her first fuck in over two months.

Dan pulled out and pushed her back onto the floor. He kneeled over her 
face and squeezed the last of his thick, white milk onto her nose and 
lips. He grunted with pleasure as the last of it leaked out onto her 
face. He wished he could come again. It was almost as good as fucking 
with his daughter.

"Jesus, that was fine, Joan. You're a good little whore," he said. "As 
good as Linda."

Joan felt a hitch of excitement in her belly. "Have you fucked your 
daughter?"

"Yes," Dan groaned. "And she's such a good fuck."

He felt his cock growing. He lifted her head and pushed his prick back 
inside her mouth.

Joan started sucking. She put her hand between her legs and pushed two 
fingers inside her pussy, then three, then her whole fist. The dirty, 
incestuous little whore, she thought, and started coming again.



Chapter 7


Linda slumped heavily into the back pew.

Linda's eyes were on the dark loft in the front of the church. She 
imagined her daddy's smooth pecker sliding effortlessly in and out of 
Joan's sloppy, whore's cunt.

"What are you so mad about?" Tommy asked.

"I'm not mad. Just getting edgy to get it over with, I guess. Sorry I'm 
such lousy company."

"You couldn't ever be lousy company, Linda."

"You're sweet, Tommy." She licked her lips. "Kiss me."

He kissed her, softly at first, then with more urgency. Linda put her 
hands to the back of his head.

Tom remembered how big her nipples were, and how hot she got when he 
rubbed them. His hands came up and cupped her tits through her blouse.

Linda felt a quick thrill and stiffened. "Don't," she said.

"Why not?" Tommy asked, still rubbing his palms over her tits.

"What almost happened the other night was a mistake."

"No, Linda, it wasn't a mistake, and it didn't happen because you 
thought your father was watching, but not because you didn't want it to 
happen."

He had her blouse out of her skirt and his hands up on her breasts, one 
finger inside her bra rubbing one of her big nipples.

"You had your chance before I met Bill and didn't do anything about 
it," she said. "What made Bill choose you for his best man, anyway? 
You're several years older than he is."

"We met in college and liked each other. Bill really doesn't have many 
friends. He's a loner."

"I can see why," Linda said, watching him unbuttoning her blouse, but 
making no move to stop him. He got her blouse open and pulled down her 
bra, both big tits popping out. "With friends like you, he doesn't need 
enemies."

"I know it, and I feel like a rat, but when I look at you, Bill can go 
fuck himself for all I care." He was gently caressing her nipples.

"Kiss it, Tommy," she hissed softly.

He lowered his mouth to her nipple and sucked it in. It was big and 
hard inside his mouth. Her legs came open and she took his hand and 
laid it on her thigh. Then she pushed it up under her skirt. He moved 
his mouth to her other nipple and slid his hand up the inside of her 
thigh.

When he reached the top of her legs, he rubbed his finger against the 
wet crotch of her panties and then pushed his fingers under the leg 
band of her panties. He touched first the firm node of her button, 
softly rubbing it to erection, then slid down the oily-slick cunt. 
Linda squirmed against his hand and moaned softly as his finger parted 
the warm folds of skin and entered her hole.

"Jesus, Tommy, finger-fuck me ... it feels good," she groaned, pushing 
against his finger.

He had two fingers all the way in her cunt and both nipples red and raw 
before he lifted his face and kissed her mouth. "I have to fuck you, 
baby, I have to," he said. "Lay back in the pew; I can't wait!"

"Oh, my God," Linda cried, "not in the church." But she let him push 
her back onto the hard wood of the pew. She lay back and opened her 
legs.

Tommy opened his fly and took out his cock. He got between her legs, 
spreading her cunt-lips with his cockhead, and then pushed into her 
with a hard thrust.

Linda thought she was in heaven, realizing that this was what she 
wanted. His cock was nice and thick, and seemed endless as he pushed 
in. Tommy could fuck her, her daddy could fuck her, anyone could fuck 
her if they got her hot. She just didn't care once she was hot.

"Jesus, Tommy, you really have a nice one," she moaned. "It's so big, 
and it feels so good."

"That's what my mother always told me" Tommy said.

"Your own mother?"

"My own mother."

"You mean you fucked your own mother?" Linda asked.

"Hell yes. Regularly. Now shut up and fuck; your talking is 
distracting."

It thrilled Linda to think of this man jazzing his own mother. She 
raised her knees to get his cock in deeper, lifting with her hips to 
meet his urgent thrusts. She needed this, needed it badly, and it felt 
so good. Her cunt sucked hungrily at the long shaft of his cock. She 
knew she would have a good come, even if he started popping right now; 
she could let hers go anytime she wanted.

Tommy was breathing hard, the exquisite tickle in his nuts signaling 
the beginning of the end. Her cunt was tight and hot, but he was sure 
that Mama was a better fuck. It excited him that he was fucking Linda 
on the same spot where he had fucked her mother a day earlier. He 
wondered if he would get another chance at Mama; he knew he would fuck 
Linda again.

Linda sensed his nearness, and her pussy tightened around his cock and 
sucked. She was on the verge of spending, but she wanted his seed 
spurting at the same moment.

"I'm there, baby, I'm there! I'm gonna fill your pussy to the brim!" 
Tommy shouted, fucking hard and fast.

"Yes ... Yes! Give it to me! I can take it all!"

"I'll bet you can."

And he started spurting.

Linda came, too, grunting and jerking.

When she sat up and straightened her skirt down, she could feel his 
stuff leaking from her pussy. She closed her eyes and lit a cigarette, 
drawing the smoke deep.

"That was heavenly, Tommy," she said.

"Yeah. I've never fucked a girl in a church before," he lied.

"Don't feel lonely. I've never been fucked in one, either. It's a 
little hard on the back, but I think I like it."

"I rather suspected that, Linda. You know, you're not exactly the kind 
of girl I thought you were."

"Aha ... now the truth comes out," she said coldly, dragging on her 
cigarette. "After you fuck the girl, she's a tramp. That's neat, Tommy, 
lets your conscience off the hook. Of course, you're just Bill's best 
friend, and I sure as hell didn't notice you fighting me off."

Tommy chuckled. "That's not exactly what I meant, but I have to admit 
that I'm glad it's not me that's marrying you."

"You're damn right you can be glad, because the first thing I'd do if 
you were, is insist that you stop fucking with your mother."

"Ouch!" Tommy said, almost laughing. "That hurts, baby. You know, I 
never told anyone else; I don't know why I told you. It just came out."

"You really fuck with your own mother?" Linda asked.

"I said I did, didn't I? And she's a damn good lay, too. Dad was gone a 
lot and she got lonely. I was only twelve when she seduced me the first 
time. After that it was a regular thing whenever Dad was gone. She's 
only eighteen years older than me, and built great for her age. Hell, 
she's almost as young as your mother." He gave her a sly gain. "Doesn't 
look quite as good, though."

"You rotten bastard, keep my mother out of this."

"Just kidding, baby. Kidding aside, though, learning about sex from 
your own mother has its points."

"It seems perverted to me. And dirty."

"And fucking with the best man in a church pew a day before you get 
married doesn't?"

"Well, yeah, but it's not the same." All of a sudden Linda felt dirty 
because she had fucked with her daddy, and she didn't like the feeling. 
"You're a bastard, Tommy, a real bastard. I don't think I like you very 
much, in fact, not at all."

She got to her feet and started from the pew. Tommy grabbed her wrist 
and spun her back to him. As she spun around, she saw Joan and her 
father slip down from the choir loft. She also saw the preacher slink 
into the shadows.

"Hold on, honey," Tommy growled. "You're going with me."

"Okay, Tommy," Linda said softly. "Is there someplace we can go? I 
don't like to make love in a car."

Tommy grinned. "I can get another motel room."

"And we'll take our time and do it right this time. Okay?" Linda said. 
"And let's get a bottle and get drunk. I want to get drunk ... good and 
drunk. And we can fuck all night."

She pulled free from his grip and headed for the door.



Chapter 8


After Dan and Joan came down from their love nest in the choir loft and 
Dan saw Linda and Tommy leaving together, he offered Joan a ride home.

"Thanks, Dan, but Rick is coming for me. He should be here any minute, 
and ... Jesus, Jesus, you'll have to excuse me, Dan. I have to piss 
something fierce." She clutched at her crotch and made a wild dash for 
the potty in the church basement.

Her bladder was overflowing and the insides of her thighs were wet from 
the leakage, the hot fluid squeezing out with every step she took. 
She'd felt the urge even before Dan fucked her in the loft, and it was 
unbearable now.

Rushing into the toilet stall, Joan lifted her skirt. Her piss poured 
out.

"Oh, my God," she giggled, remembering her panties were on the floor in 
the choir loft, and then sighed with relief as her bladder emptied. Her 
hand went between her wet legs and she sighed again.

What Joan didn't know, was that her soiled panties weren't on the floor 
in the choir loft; they were tucked snugly inside the breast pocket of 
the preacher's coat.

After she had finished, she continued to straddle the bowl, her skirt 
held high, and she rubbed briskly at her distended clit. It was feeling 
good already. It would be her third spend, the most in such a short 
time since having the baby. She was near her climax when she sensed his 
presence in the doorway. She looked up and saw the good Reverend 
holding the booth door open, his eyes aglow with lust, his mouth open.

"Please, please, let me kiss it!" he cried, his voice little more than 
a strangled gasp.

"Why preacher man, what are you doing here?" Joan cried in mock 
surprise.

She spread her legs farther apart and lifted her skirt higher, her hand 
working at her excited cunt.

"Do you want to look at it?" she said, removing her hand.

"I want to suck it. Please, please ..."

Joan held her skirt high with both hands. "Why, Reverend, you're a 
naughty, naughty man." she said.

Her cunt was covered with curly hair several shades darker than her 
blonde head, and it was wet, decidedly wet. She stepped away from the 
bowl, moved her feet wide apart, and arched herself out to him in 
invitation.

"Well, don't just stand there like a dummy; suck it, if that's what you 
want."

The preacher dropped to his knees, grabbed her by the hips, and jammed 
his face into her curly bush. He sucked at the wet hair and ran his 
tongue back and forth in her gash. He moved his head down and kissed 
and licked the insides of her piss-wet thighs. He moved back up, and 
when his lips and tongue invaded the hairy thing between her legs, Joan 
gasped with pleasure and pushed down against his sucking mouth.

"Do you like it?" she purred, pushing hard against him. "The hair's not 
all grown out yet, but it's still nice and fuzzy for you to suck on. I 
have a lot of hair when it's all grown out."

Joan loved a head job best of all, and even though she had made it with 
Dan twice, she knew she would be quick in coming now. His tongue was 
deep in her cunt and his teeth scraped at her clit; and the good 
feeling was there. She gave a little squeal when she came.

Her legs were as far apart as they would go, and when the preacher's 
hand came up over her ass, his finger found her bunghole stretched open 
and waiting. He pushed in to the first knuckle, then all the way. Joan 
grunted when he first penetrated her there, and followed it with it 
deep-throated growl as she started coming again. Her whole midsection 
quivered, her knees buckling, and if it weren't for the support of the 
preacher's mouth, she would have fallen.

"Oh, Christ, I'm coming so hard!" she moaned. "You really suck good, 
preacher man."

The preacher pulled his finger from her ass and got to his feet, his 
face a mask of lust. "Let me ... let me fuck you now!" he cried.

"Hell no," Joan said, letting her skirt fall back in place.

"God, please ... I have to fuck you!" he whined.

"I don't want you to fuck me. I already made it ... twice," she said.

She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, exposing both her fat, 
milk-swollen tits, the nipples a deep red and as hard as marble. Next, 
she reached down and opened his fly, her hand moving inside. The 
preacher groaned when her warm hand closed around his throbbing cock. 
She pulled it out and started slowly stroking the long stem of turgid 
flesh.

"If you suck on my titties, I'll jack you off," she said.

"No, no, no! I want to fuck you!" he whined.

"You can't fuck me!" she snapped. "And if you don't suck on my tits, I 
won't even jack you off." She let his cock fall from her hand.

He gave her a sick look and dropped his face to her breasts. "God 
forgive!" he wailed, then sucked one of her large nipples into his 
mouth.

Joan grasped his prick again and drew the skin back off his glans. He 
had a long, thin prick, almost pointed on the end like a dog's, and the 
foreskin was thick and long. She masturbated him slowly, pulling the 
foreskin all the way up and then as far down as it would go. The urge 
to bend and take his funny-looking cock in her mouth was strong, but 
she resisted, her hand increasing the length of her strokes as well as 
the speed.

He was drawing milk from her breast, the thin, watery fluid sweet and 
delicious. And then with a grunt, he came against her leg with a gush, 
the thick stuff spitting out in huge, endless gobs. She milked him dry, 
catching the stuff that only oozed out in her palm.

"Maybe after the wedding tomorrow I'll suck your cock, preacher man. 
You have such a nice long pecker, I might even let you fuck me," Joan 
said. "But you better get the hell out of here now before my husband 
comes down and catches you."

The preacher fled from the bathroom with his limp pecker hanging from 
his open fly. He felt humiliated and ashamed of himself. His long 
suffering wife deserved better.

Joan grinned and scooped the milky pool from her palm with her tongue. 
It was hot, hot and slippery. She reached down and wiped the slime from 
her leg, licking her hand clean again. She let the stuff slide around 
in her mouth for several minutes before swallowing. The stringy goo 
burned all the way down.

Straightening out her skirt, she left the potty and went back upstairs. 
Her husband was sitting in the front pew.

"Where the hell you been? I been waiting for ten minutes," he said.

"Mama had to go tinkle," she answered. "You wouldn't want Mama full of 
piss, would you?"

"Christ, Joan, don't be so crude. You really are foul-mouthed."

"You didn't mind when we were going together."

"I was a kid then; I thought it was cute."

Rick had been a hot-shot athlete in school, wild and good-looking. He 
had calmed down after the baby. He still liked to fuck, though, and she 
delighted in holding out on him. She got her jollies elsewhere.

After they were in the car, she slid close to him and took his cock 
out. It was limp but she stroked it up.

"Want me to suck your cock?" she said.

"Yeah, but not here. Christ, Joan, someone will see us. Wait until we 
get home."

Joan shoved his prick back into his pants and slid over next to the 
window, looking sullen.

"I won't want to then," she snorted.

*   *   *

The preacher went straight home and into his study, intending to 
meditate his sins. He meditated, instead, on Joan Wagner. He knew his 
wife was upstairs waiting for him. He looked down and saw that his cock 
was still hanging from his open fly and it rose into his waiting hand. 
He masturbated gently, slowly, and when he felt his nuts cut loose, he 
grabbed his wife's picture from the desk and deposited his slimy load 
across her smiling face.

He sat like that for an hour, and then took Joan's panties from his 
pocket and put them across his face. Breathing in the odor of Joan's 
lusty cunt, he jerked off again, once more spilling his filth onto his 
wife's picture. Afterwards, he sat sucking the badly-stained crotchband 
of the frilly little panties.

Upstairs, his wife lay patiently on the bed, sobbing softly. She was 
naked, and her fingers were keeping her pussy wet and ready for her 
husband's prick. She finally decided that if she waited for him, her 
cunt would go unfulfilled once again. She reached for the heavy-handled 
hairbrush on her dressing table.

She sighed softly as the thick, hardwood handle pushed up inside her 
belly. Fucking herself expertly, she closed her eyes and imagined it 
was Mr. Reeves ramming his massive tool into her clasping cunt. Mr. 
Reeves was a member of the church board.

Only yesterday evening, she had stood in the shadows of the church 
basement and watched him jack off in the sink in the girl's room. He 
had a huge cock, all heavily veined, and she watched it grow big and 
hard and throbbing as he jacked off over the sink. She wanted to rush 
and hold it when the angry purple-black knob opened its eye and 
squirted white, thick cream into the bowl.

She knew from the glances the big man gave her that it would take 
little encouragement from her to find out if it felt as good as it 
looked.

Her orgasm blossomed hot and good around the thick piece of wood and 
she decided that she must know, and know very soon. Mr. Reeves was 
going to get that little bit of encouragement he needed. The good 
preacher's sweet little wife was going to feel that big cock inside her 
hungry pussy.



Chapter 9


When Linda awakened about ten, she was still a little tight. She and 
Tommy had gotten very drunk. She lay giggling for several minutes, then 
admonished herself and tried to think of what lay ahead. It was her 
wedding day and she was unbearably horny, even though Tommy had eaten 
her once and fucked her twice, the last time but a few short hours ago.

She let her hand slide down between her thighs, savoring the thought of 
Tommy's head between her legs--he sure knew how to give head. And then 
her lips puckered, remembering the taste of his cock fresh from her 
cunt. Yes, she had sucked his cock, sucked it immediately after he had 
fucked her, sucked it until he hardened again and discharged in her 
mouth.

She rolled over in bed and saw Peter heading down the hall for the 
bathroom. He wore only his shorts. She called out to him. He came and 
looked in her open door.

"Morning, Sis," he said.

"Would you get me a glass of cold water, honey?"

"I'm just wearing shorts, Sis."

"That's okay, I've seen you in your shorts before."

He shrugged and went to the bathroom, returning in a minute with a 
glass of water. He came up to her bed and held out the glass. Linda sat 
up, the sheet slipping down off her bare titties. Peter stared. She 
drank the water, then looked at her ogling brother.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Peter. I forgot that I was naked," she giggled, but 
made no attempt to cover her tits. She glanced down at the lump in his 
shorts, then giggled again. "It doesn't look like you're sorry."

Peter reddened and put his hand to the front of his shorts. "I--I'm 
sorry, Linda," he stammered.

"Don't be silly. I've seen bulges in boys' shorts before." She reached 
out and pulled his hand away. "I'll bet you're afraid to show it to 
me." He took a quick look at the open door. "You can go and close the 
door first. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Peter couldn't believe his good fortune, first his mother, now his 
sister. He ran to the door and pushed it shut. He rushed back to her 
bedside and reached for his cock.

"Let me take it out," she said, squirming her fingers into the front of 
his shorts. She reeled out his half hard log; her mouth dropped open. 
"Oh my God!" she gasped. "I had no idea--Peter, you're a stud, your 
prick is huge."

Peter beamed, his cock growing in her hand. "Now let me see you," he 
said.

Linda threw back the sheet. She let go of his cock and stretched out on 
her back. "Take off your shorts and lay down beside me, Peter."

Peter wasn't the shy boy he had once been; his mother had changed that. 
He pushed down his shorts and crawled onto the bed. Linda immediately 
took hold of his prick again.

"God, Peter, it's so big." She stroked it to full erection. "You can 
feel mine if you want."

Peter laid his hand on her firm belly, then slowly moved down into the 
thick thatch of hair. His fingers crept into the deep groove and Linda 
opened her legs.

"Ooooh, honey, I like that. Peter--I know we shouldn't, but put it in 
me, just a little. Your prick, I mean."

"Geez, Sis, what if Mom or Dad--"

"Piss on Mom or Dad. Put it in me, Peter, please. Just a little, just 
the head."

Peter didn't care about Mom or Dad either, and rolled over on top of 
his sister. Linda still held his prick, and nuzzled the fat head 
against her cunt-lips until it spread them apart and popped inside.

"Honey, honey! That feels so good, just a little more, and kiss me, 
love me ... Oh Peter, baby, fuck me!"

Peter started stroking, his cock going in deeper with each thrust. He 
kept this up until he was buried inside her, and then he kissed her on 
the mouth. They held the kiss, their tongues exploring each other's 
mouths.

"Peter, Peter, Peter," Linda moaned into his mouth. "Your cock is so 
big, it feels so good. Do it, honey, fuck me hard!"

Peter fucked her with long, easy strokes, proud of his king-sized 
prick. Her cunt was tight and clinging.

"Jesus, Peter, where did you learn to fuck like that? I thought you 
were a virgin."

"You ain't no cherry yourself, Sis."

"Oh, fuck no; far from it."

"Maybe old William is expecting a cherry on his wedding night."

"Well, he won't get one, not unless he brings someone else along." She 
giggled and lifted her pelvis to meet his pounding strokes. "I'm 
feeling better and better, Peter. If you keep this up you're going to 
make your sister come."

"Better make it fast then, 'cause your little brother is about to pop 
his nuts. Can I come inside you?"

"Yes, yes!" she gurgled. "Faster, Peter, faster! We can make it 
together!"

Peter's prick started spurting. Linda hunched against him, her own 
orgasm in full bloom. They fucked savagely for several seconds, Peter 
squirting his all into his sister's heaving belly.

"Jesus, that was good, Linda," Peter said, lying exhausted on her soft 
body.

"Don't pull out. Let's just lay like this for a while. You feel so good 
inside me."

They lay necking, feeling each others bodies for almost an hour. She 
fondled his slimy prick while he played with heir leaking pussy, 
pushing his finger all the way in.

"We'll have to do that again," she said, when Peter finally crawled 
from her bed.

"But you're getting married today."

"You can come and visit us."

Peter liked the idea of fucking his sister after she was married. 
"Okay, and we'll fuck up a storm."

"Yeah," Linda said.

Linda went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the tub. 
She stood with her legs apart, letting Peter's spunk leak from her open 
pussy and wet the insides of her thighs. She wished she had someone to 
lick it out for her. In her bath, she marveled at how slick her cunt 
was, even under water. A good soaping would fix that.

Linda got dressed and went to the bar in her daddy's den. The drink 
went right to work; she mixed another. She liked the heady feeling of 
being a little drunk.

Dan came into the room and looked at his young daughter. "That's an 
awfully short skirt," he said.

"Yeah. It's really too small. It was the first thing I saw in the 
closet, so I put it on."

"You better take it easy on the sauce, pet. Don't want to be drunk when 
you tie the knot."

"I'm already drunk, Daddy." She giggled and emptied her glass. "Have a 
drink with me."

"Maybe later. I have to run to the store for a few things."

Linda put her glass down. "I'll go with you, Dad. Where's Mom?"

"In bed with a headache. Can't take the excitement."

"She should get drunk like me. Then it won't bother her."

"Linda, Linda," Dan said, shaking his head.

They went out to the car. Linda slid in beside her father, letting her 
skirt push up past the crotch of her panties. The car was barely out of 
the drive before Linda slid close and put her hand in her daddy's lap. 
She felt for the gristle that she knew was there, the man-gristle that 
fascinated and excited her so.

"Honey, it's your wedding day!" Dan groaned.

"Yes, I know, and I feel horny as a billy goat."

She pulled down his zipper and reached inside, quickly exposing his 
cock, which was already hard. She rolled the skin back, making it 
harder. She went again into his trousers and cupped his balls in her 
hand. They felt so cool on her palm, all drawn tightly into the sack 
that usually hung loose. Linda knew to be gentle, and fondled them 
lightly before sliding her finger back into the crease of his buttocks. 
Dan groaned.

"You really shouldn't be doing this, pet."

"I really should, Daddy. I like doing it and you like having me do it."

She slid her finger back and forth until she found his puckered 
asshole. It was dry, yet she pushed until it popped inside.

"Ooooooh, Linda, you angel--don't make me come."

"I won't, Daddy, not in my hand, anyway."

Dan drove faster, whipping the car into the supermarket parking lot. 
"This is madness, Linda," he cried, shutting off the engine.

"Yes, it is," she hissed. "I'm mad for you, Dan." It was the first time 
she had ever called him Dan. "I want you to fuck me--fuck me here in 
the car--now!"

"Linda, baby, we can't continue this way, not here. We'll be seen. 
Someone will report us. God, baby, it's broad daylight," he groaned, 
but he was already reaching for her.

She let him kiss her while his hands roved under her skirt, her hand 
whipping his cock rock hard.

"Slide out from under the wheel and I'll straddle you, but don't pull 
my panties down. I want it to be like we're lovers grabbing a fast 
piece wherever we can. Just pull the crotch to the side and shove it 
in."

Linda got a leg on each side of him, hovering over his wagging cock. 
Dan pulled her crotchband to the side like she had asked and put his 
prick to her cunt mouth. Linda reached down to get it started right, 
and he went in easily, first only the head, then as she let her weight 
down, the whole shaft. The metal hasps of his zipper dug into her soft 
thighs, scraping higher and higher until they pinched the fat lips 
pouting around his imbedded cock.

"Oooooh, that feels so good! You make me want to come so quick, Daddy!" 
Linda cried.

"Don't rush it too fast, honey; let's make it last," Dan said, moving 
slowly inside her. "You're getting married this evening; it may be a 
long time before we can do this again, maybe even never."

"No, no, not never! We'll do it again, Daddy."

"You're right, pet, not never," Dan soothed. "I know now we'll screw 
every time we get the chance."

"Yes, yes, Daddy. Fuck me hard, Dan ... I want to come big."

Dan moved into her with gusto, lifting up to thrust into her squirming 
body. Linda had her arms tightly around him, her hips grinding down 
against his open fly, holding his entire length inside.

Dan wanted to come now, too, to feel himself squirting up inside his 
lovely daughter's hot pussy. He felt the fire building, and he 
remembered fucking Helen on the living-room carpet, of her warm body so 
much softer and fuller than Linda's, of her shimmering flesh as she 
started jerking and moaning when her orgasm hit, and the feel of his 
hot seed slamming from his nuts into her sucking cunt. It was good 
then, and it was good now.

"Oh, Linda, baby, you fuck better than your mama. You little whore, you 
loose, hot-pants, little whore." He was fantasizing now. "I'd like to 
fuck you like this while another man fucked Helen in the back seat."

"Do you think she would?" Linda asked.

"No, never. Your mother is a prude."

"That's her loss," Linda said, breathing heavily, trying to imagine her 
mother fucking another man.

"Mine, too," Dan grunted. "God, why can't she like it the way you do?"

Dan felt his prick stiffen, the first thick gob of come squirting into 
Linda, and then another and another, a squirt for each stroke until he 
was dry. Linda felt his wetness belching and ground down hard against 
him. "I'm coming, too, Daddy!" she cried.

After their frenzy had subsided, Linda sat limply on his lap, his 
shriveling cock unable to escape her clasping cunt.

"That was good, Dan," she said breathlessly. "I think I like fucking 
better every time I do it."

"Will you cheat on Bill much after you're married, Linda?"

"I think you know I will, Daddy. I adore cock; Bill will never be able 
to keep me satisfied. I need it every day, some days more than once."

She slipped off his lap and went down to the floorboards, her face 
buried in his lap. She sucked hungrily on his prick, tasting the 
remains of his come and the sweet pungency of her own cunt. It 
prolonged her excitement, and she wondered if she was actually coming 
again or if it was just the first one still going.

When she was sure he wasn't going to get hard again, they straightened 
their clothing and went into the supermarket arm in arm.



Chapter 10


It was a beautiful wedding, with the father of the bride beaming with 
pride. The mother, too, was beaming, but hers was the product of a soft 
alcoholic glow. Linda was radiant in her flowing gown, and just a wee 
bit tight herself. Bill was handsome, tall and straight.

The bride wore white and the groom wore black, but it was the groom who 
was virgin. Bill had led a sheltered life and had not gone with many 
girls. Until he met Linda, he had considered his mother his best girl. 
The reception was held in the church basement with a towering, three-
tiered cake and a huge bowl of punch. The punch was soft, but there was 
an ample supply of flasks, unknown to the preacher, who detested the 
use of alcoholic beverages.

Anne Masters, the preacher's wife, had done a terrible thing: she had 
accepted a sip of liquor from Dan's flask. It was the first time liquor 
had passed her lips since her marriage; the second was seven minutes 
later, and the third ...

Thirty minutes into the reception, Anne Masters was feeling no pain. 
She had just taken a piece of cake to slow things down when she saw Ed 
Reeves, the church deacon, standing in the doorway.

He was a big man, an attractive man, quite dark skinned with graying 
hair at his temples. He stood tall and aloof, his thick black mustache 
twitching as he glanced casually about the room.

Anne felt her liquor-heated blood rush to her temples and made her way 
to the door.

"Why, hello, Ed. This is a surprise," she said.

"Anne, you look lovely," he said, reaching out and taking her hands in 
his. "I just came by the church office to get some papers. I'd 
forgotten there was a wedding tonight. Sorry to intrude."

"Goodness, it's no intrusion. It's nice to see you."

Ed Reeves was no fool. He had seen the way the good preacher's wife had 
been looking at him lately. She was a very comely woman and generously 
proportioned, but best of all, she was unusually fair of complexion, a 
true honey blonde. He wetted his lips when he saw the misty look in her 
eyes. It was either a look of lust, or the good woman was drunk.

"You look flushed, Anne," he said.

"Yes, I feel rather warm, almost faint."

"I think you could use a bit of fresh air," he said, taking her hand 
again.

She followed meekly as he led her through the door, up the stairs, and 
outside into the crisp darkness. He turned her towards him. They stood 
dangerously close; Anne looked up into his eyes and smiled. He kissed 
her on the mouth. She moved eagerly against him, then pushed away.

"No, we mustn't do this!" she cried.

"Anne, you've been drinking," he admonished, and kissed her again, 
harder than the first time.

Her arms went around his neck. "God forgive me!" she moaned, standing 
on her toes, her mouth hungrily searching his in the darkness.

She felt giddy, and drunk, and sinful, and terribly excited as he led 
her to his car. They got into the back seat and he took her in his arms 
again, his heavy lips mashing against hers. His thick tongue went 
deeply into her mouth. He stroked inside her mouth, then he knew he was 
home free when her tongue slipped between his lips.

He pulled away from her and started to unbutton the front of her dress. 
And when his hands caressed her warm flesh and went behind her to 
unhook her bra, she still made no protest. She felt the tight straps 
loosen, and the cups that held her full, soft tits fell away.

"Lord, Anne, your tits are marvelous," he sighed, and lowered his face 
to the stark white mounds.

Ed Reeves loved getting his face to a woman's tits while they were 
still warm and damp from the confinement of a tightly fitting bra. 
Anne's were delightfully warm, covered with a film of sweat.

Anne felt the lusty excitement bringing her nipples to a peak, the one 
in his mouth as hard as a marble. He moved to the other nipple.

"Ed, Ed, I like that," she moaned.

When his hand moved under her skirt to the soft, sensitive skin between 
her thighs, she knew she was lost. Her legs opened. His intruding 
fingers moved lightly up the insides of her thighs to the edge of her 
panties, and then under the tight legband to the puffy lips of her 
cunt. The hair was wet, the deep slit slippery and inviting.

With his free hand, he unzipped his trousers, and then found one of her 
dainty hands and pushed it into the gaping opening. He wore no 
underwear, and her hand pressed directly against his cock. He was rock 
hard and huge.

"No, Ed, no ... we mustn't do this; it's wrong!" Anne cried, yet her 
fingers circled his prick and held it tightly. She drew him out, her 
tiny hand barely going around the massive girth of his cock. She had 
her mouth over his ear, her tongue stroking slowly in and out.

He pulled his mouth from her nipple; it glistened with his spit. "Lift 
up so I can take off your panties," he said.

"Oh, no, Ed, no ... I just can't!" she cried, her hand sliding up and 
down on his shaft. "You're too big; you'll hurt me."

"I'll be gentle, Anne; it will be good for both of us. I want you. Lift 
up; let's get your pants off."

"Oh, God, Ed, I want you, too," she whispered and lifted her ass from 
the seat, her hand still gripping his prick.

With both of his hands, Ed rolled her panties down over her round ass, 
then down her thighs to her knees. Anne kicked them off when they 
reached her ankles.

"Let me look at you," he said, pushing her backwards. He lifted her 
skirt up over her hips. "God in Heaven!" he gasped, "I'm at the 
promised land."

The hair around her cunt was almost white it was so blonde; her mound 
stood high and firm, covered with angel's hair, and the deep split of 
her cunt cleaved downward between her legs.

Ed Reeves gasped and dropped his face onto her belly, his mouth at the 
top of her hair. He moved down quickly.

Anne cried out with surprise. No one had ever put his face near her 
nasty place, and Ed Reeves had his tongue inside it. Her embarrassment 
was appalling, but God, it felt wonderful, exquisite, like nothing she 
had ever before experienced. She knew it was a forbidden, horrible act, 
and it was wonderful.

He delved into her gaping pussy hole, then slid his thick, coarse 
tongue up the slit to her pounding clitty. She tasted like honey, her 
juice thick and copious. Anne jerked and groaned on the verge of 
spending, something she had not done without the aid of an old-
fashioned, big-handled hair brush in a long, long time.

Ed thrust his tongue into her cunt as deeply as it would go, and pulled 
away from her crotch. Anne tried to scream. He raised to his knees and 
pushed his pants down, his majestic dong standing straight out.

"Spread your legs open," he said. "I'm going to fuck you, beautiful 
lady, fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

Anne lay back, her legs wide open, her heart pounding. "Yes, yes," she 
hissed. "I want it. Put that big thing ... up inside me, and ..." Her 
face went red even in the darkness. "... and fuck me, fuck me good you 
big bastard!"

Even though she had never had it with anyone but her husband, the man's 
massive prick, which was twice the size of the preacher's tool, slid 
smoothly into her wet pussy. She grunted softly, surprised by the 
superior pleasure derived from this huge prick. It felt so much better 
than her husband's. Her legs opened wider and her hands grasped his ass 
to urge more of his length inside. She wanted it all, every inch.

"Oh, oh!" she cried, her hands sliding up his back until she clung to 
his neck. "It feels so good, so ... so goddamned fucking good!"

"Yeah, baby," Ed grunted. He loved the feel of a pussy opening and 
closing around his thick cock, and hers was sucking on him like a 
starving baby on a bottle. "Jesus, baby, what a tight cunt. I'm getting 
close and when I come I'm going to fill that pussy of yours with thick 
jazz."

"No, no honey, don't come inside me!" she cried. "I might get pregnant, 
I ... OH, OH CHRIST ... wait, don't pull out quite yet ... I'm almost 
there. OH, God, keep fucking, fuck meeeee! I'm coming, coming!"

Suddenly his hands slid down her sides, each gripping a fistful of her 
soft buttocks, pulling her tight against his crotch, his own ass 
pumping like a piston, and she knew she couldn't stop him now even if 
she wanted, which she didn't. It was too good to stop.

She felt the hot flow of his seed as the end of his cock swelled open 
and flooded her cunt with the stuff of life. And as he emptied himself 
she felt a satisfaction she had never before experienced. She had made 
it, come hard and complete. She felt fulfilled for the first time in 
her life.

Ed pulled his plug from her grasping hole and got to his knees. Anne 
was hardly aware of what he was doing until he was poised over her 
face, his huge cock hanging inches from her mouth. A drop of stringy 
goo stretched out until it settled on her chin.

"Kiss it, Anne. Show me you love it," he said.

"Ed! No, no, it's filthy."

"No, Anne, it's not filthy. Kiss it."

Anne turned her face away, her eyes clamped shut. "No!" she cried.

Ed ran his fingers through her blonde hair, then took a handful and 
jerked her face back around. "I said kiss it, you goddamned bitch. Kiss 
it or I'll pull your hair out by the roots."

Anne whimpered with fear, her eyes filled with tears, then she kissed 
the end of his cock. It was sticky and wet. She grimaced. Ed took his 
cock in his fingers and smeared the end around on her lips.

"Open your mouth, Anne" he said gently.

When she opened her mouth to protest, he pushed his cock inside. She 
almost gagged.

"Now suck it, Anne. You'll enjoy it."

Anne wanted to gag, to retch, but she sucked his fat cock. She sucked 
until the strange taste was gone, and then she sucked some more. The 
thick stem grew in her mouth.

"I'm getting hard again, Anne. I want you to suck me off, suck me until 
I spend."

She kept sucking. Ed was surprised at how quickly she was bringing him 
up. She looked so beautiful with his cock in her lips. She was so 
revolted at the idea of his prick in her mouth. He started pumping 
gently while she sucked. It would be a quick one, and it would be a 
good one.

"I'm going to come, Anne. I'm going to come in your mouth. You have to 
swallow it."

Anne didn't struggle; she kept sucking at his pecker. And then it was 
in her mouth, the awful stuff was squirting in her mouth. She tried to 
retch, but he held her throat, held her lips tight around his squirting 
prick. He wouldn't let her throw up. She swallowed, her eyes watering, 
her stomach heaving, and the thick, hot stuff slid down her throat.

When he was through coming, he pulled his cock from her mouth and 
looked down at her, "That was wonderful, Anne. I loved it. Did you love 
it?"

"Kiss me," she said softly.

The big man lay on top of her and kissed her. Then he got out of the 
car and pushed his sagging penis into his pants and zipped up. Anne got 
out behind him and quickly smoothed her wrinkled skirt down, then 
slowly buttoned up the front. Ed reached back in the car and took her 
panties from the floor.

"May I keep these until next time?" he said, holding them to his nose.

"Yes," she said.

"There will be a next time. Won't there?"

"Yes," she said again.

"Where?"

"At home, in my own bed."

Ed liked that. He had never liked her husband. He was too pompous, too 
better than thou. It had been good to fuck his wife, it would be better 
to fuck her in her husband's bed.

"Call me tomorrow," he said.

"All right," Anne said, and turned and ran back into the church.

When she got to the bathroom, she felt sick to her stomach. She could 
feel his slick goo leaking from her cunt and sliding down her thigh. 
And to make matters worse, she went to the commode and threw up. She 
washed her face with cold water and felt better. When she stepped from 
the bathroom, her husband stood waiting for her.

"Where have you been?" he said.

"I felt sick. I've been sitting in there." She jerked her thumb to the 
john. "I threw up."

"Go home and go to bed if you're sick," he said.

"Yes, dear," Anne answered.



Chapter 11


The wedding was over. Linda and Bill were gone. The guests were gone. 
Only Helen, Dan, and the best man were left in the church basement, and 
it was letdown time.

"What's on your schedule now, Tom?" Dan asked.

"Probably go back to the motel and get my stuff. I might cruise up to 
Chicago. My mother lives in Chicago."

"You can do all that tomorrow. Let's all go to a bar and have a couple 
of drinks. I have the blahs."

Tom looked at Helen, who was already feeling pretty good.

"Sounds great," she said.

"Okay," Tom said.

They went to one of the hotel bars downtown. It was always dimly 
lighted.

They had finished their first round when Dan pushed back his chair. 
"Hey, that was Ed Reeves that just came in, I need to talk to him. 
Order another round and I'll be right back." He got up from the table 
and went over to the bar.

Helen looked at Tom and Tom looked at Helen. "Let's dance," Tom said. 
They went to the floor and he took her in his arms, glancing at the 
bar. Dan had his back turned to them. Tom kissed her hard; she 
responded.

Ed Reeves was facing Dan and he could see the dance floor. He had never 
considered Helen Palmer for a possible affair. Now he decided it was 
time to reconsider the situation. He had seen them kiss, and now they 
were dancing; well, sort of dancing. The young stud had his knee pushed 
well between her legs and she was all but riding on his well-muscled 
thigh.

When Dan glanced at the dance floor, he saw his wife humping Tom 
Henderson's leg. He felt instant anger, then a surge of excitement in 
his nuts. When Tom started to turn his head, Dan turned back to the 
bar. He saw that Ed Reeves was looking at him and knew that he had seen 
them, too. He hoped no one else was looking.

"Your wife dances well." Ed said.

"Yes, she does," Dan snapped.

"They're kissing now."

"Mind your own business, Ed," Dan said, his voice a low growl.

Ed Reeves chuckled and looked at his watch. "I have to be going, Dan," 
he said, then he was gone.

Dan stood at the bar for a minute before he looked around again. She 
had her arms around his neck and, Jesus, they were all but fucking. Dan 
stood at the bar until the music stopped, then turned and went back to 
the table. His cock was as stiff as a board.

Helen and Tom came back and sat down. Helen looked radiant.

"You look happy, Helen," Dan said.

"I'm drunk," Helen said.

"Let's go home," Dan said.

"Let's finish our drinks first. We just got here."

"Sure. I meant you too, Tom."

"Really, I ..." Tom stammered.

"Yes, Tom, come with us. We can dance at home and get drunk and--" She 
didn't know what they could do with Dan along, but she didn't want to 
let go yet. She didn't realize that Dan had been watching them.

On the drive home, Dan could sense Tom's uneasiness. It surprised him 
how cool Helen was, but of course she was pretty well looped.

Tom sat on the couch and Helen sat beside him while Dan went to the 
stereo and slipped in a cassette. "Why don't you two dance while I go 
in the den and mix some drinks," Dan said.

When Dan returned, he stood just outside the door and peeked in. The 
light in the room was dim, but he could see they were dancing very 
close. Helen had her arms around his neck and her head on his chest. 
Tom was clutching her buttocks, pulling her tightly against him. Dan 
entered the room.

They sat on the couch and drank their drinks. Dan put his hand on her 
thigh. "You look flushed, Helen. It's too hot in here for that jacket. 
I never did like a woman in a suit, anyway."

He unbuttoned the jacket and pushed it down off her shoulders. Helen's 
blouse was very sheer, and she wore no bra. Her tits were round and 
full, hanging loose, and her nipples looked like big, brown marbles 
pressing against the thin blouse.

"When did you start going without a bra?" Dan asked.

"Oh, I--well, I'm not sure, but I often don't wear one when I wear a 
coat. A bra makes me sweat."

"Hey, honey, I like it. Looks great. She's got great tits, doesn't she, 
Tom?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah," Tom stammered.

"Listen, why don't you two dance again; the music is great. I'll get 
some more booze. Helen loves to dance, but I hate it."

Dan lied; he loved to dance. Helen knew he was lying and wondered what 
he was up to, but all of a sudden she didn't care. She wanted to have 
fun, be loose and uninhibited.

She got to her feet. "Come on, honey," she said, reaching out for Tom. 
"The master has spoken." She pulled him in tight the minute he got up. 
"Go mix more drinks, Dan. I want to be alone with my young stud."

Dan grinned and gathered up the glasses. He stood just outside the door 
watching.

"What's he up to?" Tom said. "Maybe I better go."

"I haven't the faintest idea, but it's obvious that he wanted you to 
see my tits. He knew I wasn't wearing a bra. I don't want you to go; I 
want to have fun." She slid her hand down along his hip, then in 
between their bodies. His zipper came down and her hand was inside. 
"Besides, if he gets mad, you're young and strong, you can whip his 
ass. Kiss me, darling."

He kissed her, lightly at first, then harder as her hand moved inside 
his fly, palming his glans, sliding easily back and forth over the 
sensitive knob. He groaned.

Dan stood watching. He could see her hand was between them, see that it 
was moving. He could hardly believe his eyes; she was rubbing his cock! 
Dan's cock reared hard inside his pants.

Tom was fondling her tits through her blouse, and she had his cock out 
in her hand. Jesus, he had a big cock. Dan coughed and watched Tom 
scramble to stuff away his pecker. He came into the room and put the 
drinks on the coffee table. The couple returned to the couch.

Helen grabbed her glass and took a long drink. "I want to get good and 
drunk," she said.

"I want you to get drunk, honey. Get drunk and have a good time. Jesus, 
you look flushed. It's too warm in here."

He started to unbutton her blouse down the back. When he had it 
unbuttoned all the way, he pushed it forward and off her shoulders. 
"Take it off, honey; you'll feel better," he urged.

Helen looked at her husband, giggled, then let the blouse slide off.

"Jesus Christ, what tits," he said, then he leaned forward and took one 
of the protruding nipples in his mouth. He put his hand under her 
skirt, sliding all the way to the crotch of her panties. The crotch was 
wet. "Kiss her other nipple, Tom. Suck it good," he said, sitting up 
straight again.

Tom looked at the man with disbelief, then shrugged and said, "What the 
fuck." His mouth closed over the end of her tit.

Helen moaned, thrusting her tit against Tom's mouth. His tongue rolled 
back and forth across her nipple, bringing it to instant hardness. He 
reached over and cupped her other breast, his fingers rolling and 
pinching at the nipple.

Dan grinned, his cock bulging inside his pants. He played with her twat 
through her soaking panties. Even Linda hadn't stimulated him this 
much.

Helen reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt, pulling it up to 
her navel. Her fingers dug under the band of her panties, trying to get 
them down. "Take off my pants, Dan!" she cried, "Feel my pussy! Play 
with my cunt."

She raised her rump from the couch and Dan skinned her panties down her 
thighs. They fell to her ankles and she quickly kicked them off. Her 
legs fell open, displaying her wet, hairy pussy to both men.

Dan unzipped his pants, reeled out his prick, and put her hand on the 
throbbing rod. "Play with my cock, jerk it good," he said, then slid 
his hand between her legs. One finger, then two went up inside her 
cunt.

She started stroking, rolling the foreskin. She let her other hand 
wander across Tom's lap and tugged at his zipper. She withdrew his cock 
from the gaping fly, wrapped her fingers around the thick stem, and 
with a smile of contentment, started stroking both cocks.

"Is it exciting to play with two cocks at once?" Dan asked.

"God, yes--twice as exciting as playing with one!" she cried.

"Maybe Linda is jacking off Bill at this minute."

"Oh, no, Dan, he's probably ramming it into her."

"God, that boy is going to get his pecker fucked off tonight."

"Yes--Jesus, she'll fuck him silly. I wonder how big his prick is?" 
Helen was terribly excited and started jerking her hands faster.

"Oh, shit, baby, I'm about to come!" Dan cried.

Helen stopped. "No, don't come yet. Fuck me first."

"I want Tom to fuck you. He's our guest."

"Okay," Helen said quickly. Her hand started pumping rapidly.

Dan lifted up, pushing into her moving hand. He gave a grunt and the 
thick, white stuff squirted into the air. It came down on her wrist, 
the rest boiling out of the end of his cock and running down over her 
fist. She pumped until his prick, her hand and the front of his pants 
were slippery with the slimy goo.

Dan got to his feet, and without a word, Tom pushed Helen onto her back 
and climbed between her legs. Dan heard the sounds of hard cock 
slamming into a wet cunt and he watched Tom's long cock slide 
effortlessly into his wife's cunt.

"Yes, yes--push it in, harder, harder! Oh, Tommy, wonderful, wonderful! 
It feels so good, darling--fuck me, fuck me!"

Dan heard his wife's cries of lust, saw her legs come up to get the 
young man's big cock in all the way. He knew he was responsible for 
this. He'd brought the man here to fuck her; it was what he had wanted. 
He saw Helen jerking, her mouth open, and he knew Tom would bring her 
off quick. He knew Tom wasn't too far away either, and would soon be 
spurting his seed inside his wife's belly.

He picked up the glasses. "I'll get us another round. Have a good 
fuck," he said.

When he returned, they were finished. They lay still, wetly kissing 
each other's mouths, Tom's softening cock still in her cunt. He put the 
glasses on the table and stroked his prick. It was half hard.

"Oh, Tommy, darling, that was so good. I came so hard. It was much 
better than the other time," Helen said.

"He's fucked you before?" Dan cried.

Helen looked at her husband, her eyes glazed with booze. "Yes, honey. 
He fucked me in the church the day you didn't come to practice. I 
wanted his prick, I wanted him to fuck me." She reached up and took his 
cock in her hand. "Gee, you're getting hard again, honey. You never did 
before. Do you went me to jerk you off again?"

"No, I want to fuck you!"

"Better than that, I'll fuck you. Lay on the floor and I'll get on 
top."

Dan got on the floor and Helen straddled him. She pulled on his cock 
until it was good and hard, then she let herself down on the standing 
thing. When it was all the way in, she sat up straight, bouncing on her 
haunches, then she reached for Tom's cock.

"Come and stand in front of me, Tom," she said.

Tom got to his feet and stood in front of her, a foot on each side of 
Dan's chest. Helen took his prick, still limp, and drew it into her 
mouth. She bounced on her husband's cock while she sucked. It thrilled 
her to feel Tom's prick swell in her mouth. The feeling was growing in 
her cunt again and she knew she would make it. Tom's cock was hard in 
her mouth, almost choking her, and Dan's prick was swelling up for an 
explosion in her pussy. She wanted to fuck all night, fuck until there 
wasn't any feeling left.

Dan's cock started spurting first. His cock went limp and was slipping 
out when Tom poured into her mouth. She sucked hungrily, swallowing his 
stuff as fast as it came out.

Dan tried to fuck her again, but couldn't keep it up. He passed out and 
rolled off the couch onto the floor. He had hazy recollections of Tom 
and Helen dancing in the nude.

When Dan awakened the next morning, he was naked and cold, and he had a 
terrible headache. He remembered the events of the night and was glad 
Peter had stayed with a buddy. He just hoped the kid wasn't home yet. 
He pulled on his pants and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. It 
was almost noon.

After he had a couple of cups of black coffee, he went to look for his 
wife. He found her in bed with Tom. His presence made her stir, and 
then she sat up, rubbed at her eyes.

"Oh, Dan," she said when she saw her husband. "Good morning."

"It's noon," Dan said. "I have to go down to the office for a while 
this afternoon."

"Okay. Jesus, I really feel shitty."

"You drank too much. Take a shower and I'll boil you a couple of eggs."

"Okay," she said again, and threw back the cover. Tom lay on his back, 
his limp prick flopped across a thigh. Helen let her hand stray onto 
his belly, down into his pubic hair, and then she gave his cock a quick 
squeeze. She got out of bed.

Dan frowned and left the room.

When Helen came down to the kitchen, her hair was still damp from the 
shower. Her robe was loosely tied, half her big tits in view. She sat 
down.

"That was some orgy we had last night," he said.

"I don't want to talk about it now," she snapped. "My fucking head is 
pounding. Worst fucking hangover I've had in years."

Dan wasn't used to her talking dirty, and it annoyed him now. "Maybe 
you need a shot. You know, hair of the dog," he said.

"I won't want a fucking drink for a long time."

She had drunk three cups of coffee and finished her eggs when Tom came 
into the kitchen. He was dressed.

"Good morning. How does everyone feel?" he said.

"I feel like hell," Helen said. One of her boobs was almost out of her 
robe.

Dan noticed she made no attempt to cover herself. "I feel fine," he 
said.

"Relax and have something to eat. I'll fix you a couple of eggs," Helen 
said.

Dan watched her at the stove, cooking the eggs, dropping a couple of 
slices of bread in the toaster. When she brought the food to Tom, her 
robe hung open, her hairy pussy dark and inviting in the open gap. He 
wasn't sure he liked the new Helen, maybe he'd been hasty last night. 
"I've got to get down to the office. Want me to drive you to your 
motel, Tom?"

"Let the man eat his breakfast, for Christ's sake. You can wait, or he 
can take a cab, or I can drive him in my car."

"I really should be going," Dan said hesitantly.

"So go," Helen said.

The men shook hands and Dan started to leave. He stopped at the door. 
"Bet you don't make Chicago tonight."

"I'm sure gonna try," Tom said.

Helen sat in the chair beside Tom while he finished his food. Peter 
came bursting into the kitchen through the back door dribbling a 
basketball.

"Don't bounce the ball in the house," Helen cried, pulling her robe 
closed, then clamping her hands over her ears.

"Okay Mom."

"Where have you been, anyway?"

"I spent the night at Bob's. We shot baskets all morning." He gave the 
ball a couple of bounces, grimaced, remembering. "Sorry, Mom, forgot. 
Hi, Tom. Where's Dad?"

"He just left. Had to go to the office," Helen said.

Peter was gone before Tom could answer.

"God, you're lovely in the morning, Helen," Tom said. "That black hair 
still damp from the shower, no make-up--Jesus."

Helen leaned forward, her eyes soft and dreamy, and they kissed long 
and hard.

"Oooh, Tom, you're such a good kisser. Do it again," Helen said softly.

They kissed again, Tom's tongue wet, probing, licking.

"I'd better call a cab and get out of here before we get carried away. 
Peter might not approve."

"I'll drive you."

"You don't have to."

"I said I'll drive you." She got to her feet and grabbed his hand. 
"Come on, Peter will never miss us."

On the drive to the motel, Tom sat close to her and felt her belly, her 
tits, and her pussy. When they stopped in front of his unit, they 
embraced.

"Come in for a minute," Tom said.

"God, Tom, I really shouldn't."

In the motel room, Tom took a bottle from his open suitcase. "Let's 
have a toast to the beautiful music we make together."

"Jesus, I couldn't. The thought makes me sick."

"Just one. It'll perk you up."

Helen took a swallow from the tumbler. She made a gesture towards the 
picture in a gold frame on the motel bureau. It was of a blonde woman, 
chubby faced, but quite beautiful.

"It's my mother," Tom said. He took a large manila envelope out of his 
suitcase. "Here's a better one," he said, handing her a photo.

It was the same woman standing with her hands on her hips. She was 
naked, her tits large, her cunt muff thick and darker than the hair on 
her head.

"Tom, not of your own mother!"

"Sure, why not? She's built a lot like you."

"Better," Helen said quickly. She remembered her escapade with her son 
and reddened.

"Would you like to see some more?" Tom asked.

"Yes," she said, and took a mouthful of whiskey.

He brought out several, each getting more lewd than the one before: 
spread shots, sitting, lying down, and finally one with her finger-
fucking herself. Then he produced one with a big, heavyset man on top 
of her. They were kissing, her legs around his back, his cock buried 
deep. "I took the pictures myself."

"Is the man your father?"

"No. He's my uncle. Dad's older brother."

"Jesus Christ!" Helen gasped. "Show me some more." She was terribly 
excited now, her cunt twitching and full of fire.

The next one was a close-up of his mother sucking a cock, a big cock.

"Uncle Harry's really got a big prick," he said.

The next was with a much younger man, someone about Tom's age. She was 
on all fours and he was fucking her from the rear.

"That's my roomy my freshman year at college. He spent the Christmas 
vacation with us."

"Where was your father all this time?"

"He spends a lot of time on the road. Mother is a very hot woman and 
needs lots of fucking."

"Did you ever take Bill home with you?"

"No, I don't think Bill would approve."

"The dumb bastard," Helen said. "Maybe Linda's mother can change that." 
She smiled and let her robe slip off her shoulders. "Show me the rest 
of them."

The next dozen pictures were each with a different man, some young, 
some older. The next was of Tom himself, standing straight and tall, 
his mother on her knees before her naked son, his long cock sunk deep 
in her mouth.

"I didn't take that one," he said, grinning.

"I can see that. God, Tom, did it feel good?"

"Wow! My mother is one fine cocksucker, Helen."

Helen tore Tom's pants open. His cock was hard as a bat. She 
masturbated him slowly while he showed her the rest of the pictures. 
They were all of Tom and his mother, fucking, sucking each other.

Tom stood up and started to undress. "Let's fuck, Helen. I'm hotter 
than a ten-peckered billy goat."

Helen drained her glass, her head reeling. She was drunk again and good 
and hot, even if her pussy was sore.

"I'm a tittle sore from last night, honey, so take it easy at first," 
she said.

Tom came down on top of her and pressed in. She was wet and he had no 
trouble, his cock going to the hilt with one hard push.

Helen gasped; she was tender down there, and God, it hurt, not much, 
but some. When he hit bottom, it felt better. She felt the long prick 
probing, pushing, in and out, in and out.

"Now it's feeling better, good, yeah--oh, lots better!" she grunted. 
"Good, good! Jesus yes! Oh, Tom, fuck me! Yes, yes! Oh, God, honey, I 
love this; do it, do it!"

Helen closed her eyes, rolling her body under the hard young man, 
hunching up to meet his thrusts, her knees up high to get all of him 
inside. "Oh, Tom, Tom, that feels so good, so fucking good. Am I as 
good as your mother?"

"That's an unfair question," he said, grunting each time he shoved in. 
"But yes, you are. And you're the only other woman that I can say that 
about."

"I'm glad. Am I better than Linda?"

"Fuck yes. She's good, but she needs more experience. Well, not more 
experience; she had plenty of that, but more maturity. I prefer a 
mature woman. You're so soft, so womanly, so perfect."

"Oooh, Tommy, darling, I think I love you."

"Honey, I think from now on you're going to love any man or boy who 
will fuck you."

"Yes, yes, maybe you're right," she said, lifting her ass to meet the 
smash of his groin. She let her mind wander to the thought of other 
men--and boys--fucking her, and she started to come. Her come was hard, 
a crashing come, as fine as she had ever had. "Oh, oh, I'm making it, 
darling! God, I love this feeling!" she cried.

"That's why you're so good: you love it. You don't just like it, you 
love it. I'm pretty close; will you finish me in your mouth if I pull 
out?"

"Of course--anything!"

He pulled out and rolled off onto his back. Helen hovered over his 
standing prick for a moment and then closed her mouth down over the 
slimy pole. It tasted of sex, wet and slick and swimming in the white 
gooey slime from her pussy. She cleaned it quickly, taking it deep 
throat and then sliding up until she held only the thick head. She 
sucked at the head, squeezing the shaft until the piss-slit opened and 
spurted the thick stuff out in huge gobs. She savored the thick glue, 
sucking until she had a mouthful and then let the hot stuff slide down 
her throat. It left a burning sensation all the way down. It was 
wonderful sucking a man's cock, not degrading, but wonderful.

"You should do that to Peter, Helen. It will make a real man out of 
him," Tom said.

Helen nodded her head, her mouth still filled with the oozing head of 
Tom's prick. She had every intention of doing it to Peter ... again.

"And have someone take some pictures. I'd like to see them," Tom added.

Again Helen nodded her head. Maybe she could get Dan to take them. She 
released his cock and rolled over, exhausted.

"Let's rest a while," she said.

"I really don't think I can get it up again, honey. Besides, I've got 
to get down the road to Chicago. My mother is waiting."

"You could go down on me. I want to come off one more time with you 
before you go.

"Okay," he said.

Tom started kissing her belly, his lips dancing at the edge of her 
pubic bush. Helen felt the excitement knot in her belly and her hands 
went to the back of his head.

"Yes, go down on me! Eat me! Make me come again!"

*   *   *

Dan hadn't gone to the office; he sat in his car across the street from 
the motel. He had watched them go into the motel. He was angry, yet his 
cock was hard as a board. Helen was doing what he had wanted her to do; 
she was fucking with other men. He wasn't sure he liked it. He took out 
his cock and started to jack off, wishing that Linda was back from her 
honeymoon.

Tom will never make Chicago tonight, he thought, as the come spurted 
from his cock onto the steering wheel. It was a good come, very 
satisfying. He decided he enjoyed jacking off while his wife fucked 
with another man. From now on, though, she would have to let him watch.



Chapter 12


It took Helen several days to get well from her drinking orgy. She had 
spent the rest of the day at the motel and got so drunk that Peter had 
had to come and drive her home. The boy hadn't minded, though, because 
his mother had sprawled out in the car, her robe wide open, and passed 
out. He had sat looking at her and jacked off before lugging her into 
the house. Fortunately, his father had gone on to his office.

She hadn't slept with Dan, either. Partly because she felt so shitty, 
but mostly because he acted so shitty. He was back to his old funky 
self. She decided she needed a good fuck, not the kind her husband gave 
her, but a good fuck.

It was a week after the wedding when she noticed Joan Wagner's coat 
hanging in their front closet. "Oh, dear, she must have left that here 
the day of the wedding." She took the coat from the hanger and went 
into the front room where Peter was sprawled on the floor in front of 
the television. "Would you mind running this over to Joan's, honey?"

"Aw, hell, Mom, I'm watching TV," Peter whined.

"Don't talk ugly, Peter. I'd have your father do it, but he's bowling 
tonight. Be a good boy. You can take the car."

Peter got to his feet and jerked the coat out of her hands. He stamped 
angrily from the house.

Ten minutes later Peter slammed on the brakes in front of Joan's house. 
He grabbed the coat roughly in his fist, trying to wrinkle it, and 
stamped up the walk. Joan answered the door, her baby in her arms.

"Why, Peter, what a pleasant surprise. I haven't seen you since the big 
wedding," she said.

"You left your coat at our house. Mom made me bring it over."

"I'm sorry, honey. You should have called; Rick could have stopped and 
got it. Now, that you're here, come on in."

"Nah, I gotta get back home."

"No, don't go. Rick is working nights again and I'm lonesome. I'll make 
you a drink after I finish feeding the baby and we can talk."

Peter liked the idea of having a drink with sexy Joan, but the thought 
of waiting around while she fed her brat bored him. He gave in 
grudgingly, however, and walked into the house with his hands shoved 
deep in his pockets. She had him sit in a big overstuffed chair and she 
sat facing him on the couch.

"I do have to finish feeding the baby. You don't mind, do you, Peter?" 
she asked.

"Naw, go ahead," he answered sullenly.

Joan's housecoat was a deep red and had a big collar. It was made of a 
satiny, quilted material and revealed nothing of the voluptuous body 
inside. Peter sat up with surprise when she pulled the collar down and 
produced a fat, milk-filled tit. He had expected her to go to the 
kitchen and get a baby bottle. The baby eagerly took her protruding red 
nipple in his mouth.

She leaned back, cradling the baby to her tit and tugged her robe open, 
exposing most of her other swollen boob. She always had big knockers, 
but now they were especially fat, and round, and smooth. Peter's eyes 
bulged.

Next, she hunkered down in the chair and crossed her legs. They were 
bare, and the robe fell open on either side, closing at the spot where 
her legs met, or maybe just a fraction below. She swung a long, smooth 
leg in the air.

"Do you like my legs, Peter?" she asked coyly.

"Hell yes," he stammered, his face reddening slightly.

"Your father likes them, too."

"My--my dad? When does he look at your legs?"

"Whenever I let him," Joan said.

Peter, forgetting himself, rubbed at the growing thing inside his 
jeans.

Joan licked at her heavily lipsticked lips, making them shine, and 
watched him rub at the lump in his pants. The way he was looking at her 
while her baby sucked at her tit, excited her terribly. She felt 
unusually bold exposing herself to this young boy and moved her legs in 
such a way that she was sure a hint of her thick pubic bush was in 
view.

"What's the matter, Peter?" she said.

Peter jerked his hand from his crotch, aware of what he was doing. "Oh, 
nothin', Joan; just had an itch. Sorry," he muttered.

"That's okay, honey, go ahead and scratch." She kept her eyes on the 
spot where Peter had removed his hand. His pants were tight, and the 
bulge was quite apparent.

She glanced down at the baby in her arms. "Little Ricky is asleep," she 
said. "Let me put him in his crib and I'll make us a drink and be right 
back."

After she had gone, Peter leaned back in his chair and put his hand 
between his legs, rubbing the knob of his cock through the denim. He 
wanted to take it out and give it a good stroking, but he didn't dare.

Joan returned with a glass in each hand, the ice clinking as she 
walked. Her hips rolled under the thick robe and her breasts bounced 
with each step. Peter could see most of her tits because she hadn't 
pulled the robe closed at the top. She handed him a glass and went back 
to her place on the couch.

She crossed her legs again, letting the robe fall away as it had done 
before. It opened almost to the skimpy bikinis, the only thing she had 
on under the robe.

"Is your drink good, Peter?" she said, swinging her leg again.

"Yeah, it's great," he said, taking a quick drink. He was sure he 
caught a glimpse of pussy hair.

"You've been sitting over there trying to look under my robe ever since 
you sat down, Peter. Is the view that good?"

"I--I, well, geez," he sputtered, and took another drink.

"Shit, have a good look," she said, pulling the front of her robe all 
the way open.

His mouth dropped open, his tongue stabbing out to lick at his dry 
lips. Her tits were huge, the nipples dark and erect. Her panties were 
very abbreviated, to say the least, the hair climbing out above the 
waistband and protruding profusely at the edges. Most of the hair was 
confined inside and bulged at the skimpy garment, though.

"I might let you see even more if you'll do something for me first," 
she said.

"Anything!" Peter blurted. "Just ask."

"Take your prick out and let me see it. I can tell it's good and hard."

Peter deftly unzipped his jeans and took out his prick, his hand 
shaking only a little. He had an unusually large glans at the end of 
his man-sized pecker, and it was wet and shiny from his excitement. It 
stuck straight up in the air.

"Ooooh, Jesus! Peter, you really have a nice one!" Joan cried. "Jack 
off a little, only don't come."

Peter proudly wrapped his hand around the long stem of hard flesh, and 
pumped slowly up and down.

"God, Peter, it's bigger than your daddy's!" Joan gasped.

Peter stopped his action and looked at her. "You've seen my dad's? 
When?"

Joan bit her lip. "Oh," she said, trying to sound casual, "I've spent a 
lot of time around your house. Your sister is my best friend, you 
know."

Peter leaned back in his chair, resuming his light stroking. He was 
sure that his father had fucked her now, anyway. What really interested 
him was that Joan thought his cock was bigger than his dad's.

"Come over here, Peter. I want to feel it," Joan said.

Peter got up and walked over to where she was sitting, his hand still 
around his prick. She brushed his hand away and put her own in its 
place.

"My, it sure is hard," she said. "And the end is so wet ... it's all 
sticky."

"Yeah, it gets that way when I get excited," he said confidently.

"Maybe I'd better do something for it," she said, bending down, taking 
the whole head inside her mouth.

"Jesus, Joan, I really like that!" Peter cried.

She let the fat head plop from her lips. "I really like it, too," she 
said, looking up at him. "I think I'll suck it some more." She took him 
into her mouth again and sucked him. And then she stopped. "I'll let 
you come off in my mouth if you do something for me first"

"What do you want me to do?" he cried, his cock already aching for a 
good shot.

"I want you to get on your knees in front of me and put your face 
between my legs and kiss me. Peter, I want you to eat my pussy."

"I've never done that before," he lied, not wanting to tell her that he 
had eaten his own mother's snatch.

"If you ever expect to keep a girl happy, Peter, you'd better learn how 
to eat cunt, and there's no time like the present to start. Girls love 
to have their pussies eaten."

Peter dropped to his knees. Joan opened her legs wide and put her hands 
to the back of his head and slowly pulled his face into her crotch.

"Sniff around a little and kiss my thighs and bite at me through my 
panties before we take them off. I love a man's face between my legs. I 
love for a man to tease me with his lips and tongue."

Peter kissed back and forth on the soft tender skin of her thighs, 
working slowly up to the wet crotch band of her panties. He kissed the 
puffy lips through the soggy material, then bit gently, first one lip 
then the other. Joan squealed with pleasure. And then he drew the wet 
crotchband into his mouth and sucked at it, letting his tongue sneak in 
to stab at the frothy crevice of her cunt.

"Oh my God, Peter, you must have done this before ... take off my 
underpants, take them off! I want your mouth there; I want to be 
eaten!" she hissed. "And don't worry, I'm clean. I took a bath just 
before you got here."

Peter wasn't concerned about that; he had decided after going down on 
his mother that he liked the pungent smell of a randy woman--it was the 
smell of sex. And the taste, well, the more taste the better. He wished 
she hadn't just taken a bath.

Joan raised herself so he could pull her panties down. She pushed her 
cunt into his open mouth.

Joan thought she was in heaven with a mouth on her pussy. Peter was no 
amateur, of that she was sure. He had his tongue deep in her cunt, his 
upper lip rubbing at her cut, and she moaned, the deep thrills filling 
her sex cavity.

Joan had decided after her first experience with oral sex that she 
preferred it to fucking. Her husband had never excited her much with 
his prick, and only after he had sucked her tits long and hard did she 
enjoy his prick. The bastard wouldn't go down on her, the one time she 
asked he had gotten angry and hit her. She had vowed to make him pay 
for that.

It worried Joan that her husband didn't thrill her, and it was only 
after she became pregnant that she realized she was hung up on oral 
sex. Lips and tongue thrilled her anywhere on her body, and only after 
a man had properly prepared her fuck slot with his mouth did she enjoy 
being fucked, and then she would usually come copiously immediately 
upon insertion. In her seventh month of pregnancy, she had met an older 
man in her doctor's office and let him drive her home. He ate her cunt 
in the car in the driveway. She met him every day for several weeks 
after, and he would eat her and then shove his cock into her and come 
instantly. She didn't care because she'd already gotten her jollies. 
She knew after that, though, that she preferred oral sex.

She loved to kiss and lick a man's body, ending with his cock in her 
mouth. Sucking a cock all the way was bliss to her.

"I'm going to come, Peter darling," she sighed with a shudder, and she 
came, jerking violently.

Peter raised his face from her hairy crotch, it was wet and sticky from 
her flowing juices. "Now it's my turn, baby," he said.

He got to his feet and thrust his cock against her face. Her mouth 
closed quickly over the sticky knob. While she sucked, her hands undid 
his belt and pushed his pants down to his knees, then found his balls. 
She cradled them while she sucked. She let his cock go and sucked his 
balls, her tongue licking the deep crease between his nuts and his leg. 
She returned her mouth to his pecker and had the first two joints of 
her finger in his asshole when he came. It was a heavy load and it 
filled her mouth. She swallowed hungrily.

"Let's go in the bedroom and get naked," she said. "If you can get it 
up again, you can fuck me. Rick won't be home for hours."

Joan made a couple more drinks while Peter undressed, and then they lay 
on the bed, and necked until he got hard again.

Peter had no difficulty getting his big glans inside her hole; it 
slipped right in.

"Oh, Jesus, Peter, your cock is so big, it feels so nice. And the head 
is so big, pull almost out and just use the knob. Ooooooh! Goddamn, 
yes!" she cried. "I haven't let Rick fuck me since six weeks before the 
baby was born. If you'll come over to see me often, I'll see how long I 
can put him off. You're better than he is! Oooooh, that's so good, 
honey! Your cock is so fat--you're much better than your daddy."

Peter stopped and lifted up. "My dad fucked you?"

"Oh, honey, don't stop! Yes, your daddy fucked me!"

"Tell me about it. How many times?"

"Come close again, honey. That's it! Push it all the way in! Ooooooh, 
Peter, you have such a big cock." She wrapped her legs around his back, 
pulling him all the way in. "Well, he only fucked me once, and that was 
in the choir loft in the church after a wedding practice. I made him 
eat my cunt first; he's good at that. I think that Tom Henderson balled 
your darling sister that same day, too."

Peter was hunching hard now. "Yeah, I'm not surprised. I'm sure he 
fucked my mom, too, in his motel."

"Not too fast, honey, easy, yeah, yeah. Like that! Ooooh, Christ, it 
feels good! I'm getting close, darling--fuck hard!"

"I fucked Linda, too, on her wedding day," Peter boasted. "I--I fucked 
my mom. And she sucked my cock, and I ate her pussy."

"Oh, Peter, darling--you sweet boy, fuck hard. I'd like to get my face 
between your mother's legs, she's so sexy. God, would I ever suck her 
cunt."

"Oh, Shit! Joan!" He felt his nuts tighten and the stuff start 
squirting.

"Pump it into me, baby! All of it!" she squealed when she felt the hot 
wetness in her cunt. "I'm coming, too!"

Afterwards, they lay quietly for some time.

"I'd better blast out of here, it's getting late," Peter said.

"Not yet, honey," she pleaded. "Crawl back up here and snuggle up to 
me. If we can get it up again, I'll let you fuck me between my tits, 
and then you can blow off in my mouth again."

Peter got back into bed. He sucked on her tits, drawing milk from both. 
Joan got very excited. It took a good sixty-nine session to get him up 
again, though.

It was fifteen minutes before Rick was due home when he was good and 
hard and pushing vigorously between her bunched up tits. When he came, 
he made no effort to get to her mouth, and he splashed his sticky load 
all over her face. She licked wildly at the slimy goo, then got Peter's 
knob in her mouth and nursed hungrily until he was dry.

Peter got dressed and out of the house as Rick pulled into the garage. 
He ducked behind his mother's car until Rick had gone into the house.

Joan was sitting on the couch in her robe, thumbing through a magazine 
when Rick walked in.

"How come you're still up?" Rick asked.

"Couldn't sleep. Why don't you fix a couple of drinks before turning 
in?"

"Okay. I can use one. Who's car is that parked in front of the house?"

"I don't know. Probably one of the neighbors."

Rick headed for the kitchen, grumbling. "Goddamn neighbors, ought to 
park in front of their own fucking house."

He returned with the drinks and sat down on the couch beside her. He 
ran his hand under her housecoat. "Jesus, you're naked under that robe, 
honey."

"I just took a bath," she said, throwing the magazine on the floor and 
putting the glass to her lips.

"How about a little tonight, honey? It's been a long dry spell."

"Some other time, Rick. I don't feel like it tonight."

Rick exploded. "Jesus Christ, Joan! It's been over two fucking months. 
How long do you think a guy can wait? I want to fuck you, and I want to 
fuck you now!"

"Rick! You're a brute. Having a baby isn't any picnic, you know. I'm 
not ready." She reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants. 
"I'll jack you off, honey, then you'll feel better."

"Bullshit! Sometimes I think you're perverted, Joan. Keep your hands 
off my prick, girls ain't supposed to do things like that." He got up 
and started pushing his pants down. "I'm your husband and I got my 
rights. I'm gonna put it where it belongs. I wanta fuck you, and I'm 
gonna."

Joan resigned herself and opened her robe. She lay back and opened her 
legs.

"All right, let's do it right here and get it over with," she said.

"Damn right I'm gonna do it right here."

He straddled her and put his cock to her pussy. She reached down and 
guided it to the spot; it went right in. It felt small and insufficient 
after Peter's big cock.

"Jesus, you're all wet and sticky. You ain't been playing with 
yourself, have you?'

"Of course not, you prick!" she snapped. "Just fuck me and get it over 
with."

It wasn't as bad as she had imagined; in fact, she rather enjoyed it. 
It had been so long that it was almost like fucking with a stranger, 
and she liked fucking with strangers. It was a thrill to fuck a man she 
didn't know. Still, she lay perfectly still and let him do it all. He 
shot his load very quickly.

"Now get off, I want to go to bed," she said.

"Damn, that was good, honey. I really needed that," he said, getting to 
his feet.

"Shit! You men are all alike. We're just a receptacle for your hard 
cock--you use us." She got up and walked away. "I'm going to bed."

Lousy broad, lousy fucking broad, Rick thought.



Chapter 13


Helen dropped a fresh ice cube into the glass and took a hefty swallow. 
It was her third drink since supper and she was feeling no pain. Two 
weeks had passed since her afternoon at the motel with Tom Henderson 
and she was in need. She hadn't fucked with Dan, either, and the itch 
was growing. She took another swallow of the whiskey.

Peter came into the kitchen, a sweater over his arm. He looked so male, 
so manly, especially at this moment.

"Are you going out?" she asked.

"Yeah, got a date," he answered. He didn't mention that it was at Joan 
Wagner's house. He had banged her every day for the past two weeks.

He looked lustfully at his mother. Her skirt was shorter than she 
usually wore, and her blouse was long-sleeved and loose, hanging out of 
her skirt. It couldn't quite hide her bountiful tits, though. He knew 
she was a little drunk. He walked over and put one arm around her and 
kissed her on the mouth, his tongue teasing for an instant on her lips.

"You mustn't kiss your mother like that," she said softly.

"Why? I like to kiss my mother like that," he said.

He kissed her again, harder, this time letting his tongue glide into 
her mouth. She sucked it, pressing herself against her son. He could 
feel her big tits against his chest, all soft and loose. She wasn't 
wearing a bra. She never used to go without a bra.

Peter sensed that she was receptive from the first kiss: actually 
before that, from the moment he had entered the room. It was the first 
time since they had fucked. Until this moment she had rebuffed him, 
nagged him, made sure that he kept his distance. She was responding 
now, hungrily devouring him, and he felt the heat in his guts, the fire 
in his growing prick.

He held the kiss, sliding his hands down until he was cupping both 
generous cheeks, pulling her mound tight against his hard-on.

"Oh, Peter, Peter," she moaned, not wanting to respond, but unable to 
stop.

"What time is Dad getting home?" he asked.

"He said it would be around ten." She pressed her mouth to his again.

Peter had her skirt hiked up. He clutched at her bare ass, then let one 
hand slide down the deep cleft to the hairy nest between her thighs. 
Her slit was already wet.

"You're not wearing pants, either," he said.

Her answer was her tongue going deep in his mouth. She wore no 
underwear. She liked the feeling of freedom it gave her. She knew she 
couldn't resist her son now; she wanted his cock.

She groped at his fly and somehow got the zipper open. Her fingers slid 
into the opening and rolled around his hard cock, squeezed it, then 
pulled it out of his pants.

"Oh, Peter darling, I've wanted this so much. Ever since ..."

"I've wanted you, too, Mother."

He was sliding his fingers back and forth the length of her crack. It 
was soppy now, slick and eager for his prick.

"Here," she gasped, spreading her legs and pushing his hand away. "I 
want it between my legs for a minute, feel it against my cunt, maybe 
put it in a little, just the head--for a minute or two." She pressed 
his cock between her thighs, pushing it up hard against her cunt, then 
worked it back and forth along the wet slit until the fat head was 
nudged between the lips. "Let me feel it there for a minute. God, I've 
wanted it so much; it feels so good. Move it just a little inside my 
pussy, honey, and then we'll go upstairs to bed and we'll fuck ... Oh, 
Jesus, will we fuck."

Peter pushed with his hips while Helen held his cock in place. He was 
hot and breathing hard; she was livid with lust, almost to the point of 
spending. It felt so good there just inside the mouth of her cunt, 
rubbing at the thick lips, sliding against the horny clit. She bowed 
her legs at the knees in an effort to get just a little more.

And then they heard the front door open, heard a man's voice.

"Oh, my God, your father is home!" Helen cried. She pushed him away, 
brushed her skirt quickly down. "Go, go ... get the hell out of here!"

"Mom, I'm so hot. I wantta fuck!" Peter screamed.

She had the back door open and pushed him out, his cock still dangling 
from the front of his pants. "Tomorrow, tomorrow," she said quickly. 
"Stay home from school. We'll spend the whole day in bed together. Go 
now, go on your date." She slammed the door closed, her heart pounding.

Helen picked up the glass from the counter and drained it, then 
smoothed her skirt again and left the kitchen. Linda was just coming in 
the front room, Bill close behind.

"Hi, Mother. We're back. The honeymoon is over." She giggled.

"I--I didn't expect you kids until tomorrow," she said, her face 
flushed, a nerve twitching in the side of her neck.

Linda ran to her mother and gave her a peck on the cheek. "We decided 
to drive on in tonight, sleep all day tomorrow. Give your mama-in-law a 
kiss, William."

Bill came over and gave her a smooch on the cheek. "Hello, Mother 
Helen," he said. He looked tired.

"You look tired, William. Sit down, both of you; I'll fix you a drink, 
help you relax."

"God, I think I can use it," Bill said, falling heavily into a big 
chair.

Helen returned with the drinks and sat beside Linda on the couch. Bill 
drank his too fast. Helen went to get him another. She returned again 
and sat carelessly, revealing too much leg. Bill had difficulty keeping 
his eyes from creeping up the shadowy canyon between her thighs. He 
knew the rewards waiting at the end of the canyon, he'd had ample 
instruction the past two weeks. Linda had fucked his brains out.

Linda babbled steadily about their trip while they drank. Halfway 
through his third, Bill suddenly turned very white.

"I--I think I'm going to be sick!" he cried. He jumped to his feet and 
rushed for the toilet.

"He still can't hold his liquor," Linda said, shaking her head. "The 
poor dear is worn out, too." She giggled, feeling the good effect of 
her third drink.

They could hear Bill vomiting. He finally returned, pale and shaking. 
"I'd better lie down," he said weakly.

"Go up to my room, honey. It's the first door past the potty," Linda 
told him.

"Don't you think you'd better go with him?" Helen said.

"No. He'll be fine. He does it every time he has more than one drink." 
She laughed wildly. "You'd think a grown man could hold more than a 
couple of stiff drinks, but the poor baby is worn out. I fucked him 
silly."

"Linda, that's no way to talk."

"Don't act the prude with me, Mom. You've been sitting there giving him 
a good look at your fat legs. And that loose blouse can't hide that 
you're not wearing a bra. Your nipples stand out like marbles."

"That isn't true. I didn't," Helen cried, indignantly. She blushed a 
deep red, tugged at her too-short skirt.

"It's too late for that, Mom. You shouldn't wear such short skirts; 
your hips are too wide." She laughed again, hilariously. "Don't get 
mad, I'm kidding. Let's have another round."

Linda did the honors this time, and sat facing her mother.

"You know, I think you're a little drunk," Linda said, sipping from her 
glass, her eyes teasing over the rim. "You must have been at the sauce 
before we got here."

"Do you think he's all right, Linda? William, I mean."

"Yeah. He's fine. Quit worrying about him."

"I think you'd better go up and check."

"No way, Mama. I'm sitting here enjoying my booze."

They sat in silence for several minutes, then Helen put her glass on 
the coffee table. It was empty. "Well, I'm going up and see if he's all 
right," Helen said.

"Suit yourself, Mom."

Helen got to her feet, self-consciously tugging her skirt down, and 
left the room. She went quickly up the stairs, staggering slightly, 
down the hall, and quietly opened the door. The room was dark, but she 
could hear William's heavy breathing.

"Are you all right, William?" she said softly.

"Huh, what ... yes," he mumbled.

She stepped into the dark room. "You sure?"

"Yes, yes, I feel much better. Thank you for asking."

Helen crossed the dark room and sat on the edge of the bed. She put her 
hand on his forehead. "You don't have any fever," she said.

Bill giggled foolishly, then put his hand on top of hers. "That feels 
nice, Mother Helen," he said. "I just can't hold it. I still feel a 
little drunk, all loose and giddy, and kind of good--yeah, I feel kind 
of good all over." He squeezed her hand.

Helen tingled at the touch of his hand on hers. "My poor darling," she 
said. "I was worried about you."

"Mother Helen, you're so nice." He sounded like a little boy.

She leaned forward, kissed him on the cheek. She stroked his hair and 
pressed her cheek against his. Bill moaned softly and turned his face 
to her and all of a sudden their mouths were touching, softly at first, 
and then in a hard kiss.

"Oh, William," she gasped.

"Lie down beside me for a minute," he said.

Without hesitation, she lifted her feet from the floor and was lying 
beside him, close beside him. She could feel his smoothly muscled body 
against her. She put her hand on his chest and gently massaged him 
through the sheet.

Bill moved his arm under her head. They kissed again. It was a long 
kiss, a hard kiss. Her hand moved down his chest to his stomach, 
circling slowly, and she felt his cock under the sheet. He was 
obviously naked, and his cock was hard. Her fingers instinctively 
curled around his sheet-shrouded cock.

"Yes, yes, Mother Helen, hold it tight!" Bill gasped.

She squeezed it, and started to slowly masturbate him through the 
sheet. She found his mouth again, this time with her tongue, and slowly 
fucked his face in perfect time with her moving hand.

Bill lay inert, paralyzed with desire. The Palmer women, mother and 
daughter, were a new experience for him. His cock throbbed inside her 
hand. He slowly lifted with his hips to meet her movements.

Helen let go of his prick and sat up. Her blouse came off, then she 
stood and let her skirt drop to the floor. She was naked. She kicked 
off her shoes and slid under the sheet with the naked young man.

One of her soft thighs slid under his, the other on top, and with her 
hand she quickly found his prick again. "Oh, William, you feel so good; 
you have such a nice cock," she sighed, stroking slowly. She pressed 
closer, forcing her cunt against the side of his leg, wetting it with 
her soaking hair. "I want you, baby, I want you so bad."

Helen Palmer moved on top of him without losing his cock. Her legs 
straddled his groin and she deftly pushed the head into her cunt. Bill 
lifted with his hips and his cock slid smoothly into her wet hole.

"Oh, God, let's fuck, fuck, fuck!" Helen moaned.

Linda stood in the door to the bedroom. Excitement welled in her belly 
and she could feel her juices running, soaking into the crotch of her 
tight jeans. She snapped on the light. The sheet was thrown back and 
she saw her mother on top of her husband humping, both stark naked. 
Helen was fucking slowly, her ass rising and falling, and Linda could 
see William's cock slide up inside her cunt, then pull slowly out.

Helen turned her head to look at Linda. Her eyes were glazed, either 
from the booze or maybe from the pure lust of what she was doing. She 
continued fucking, reached back with her hands, and pulled the sheet up 
over their bodies. Linda grinned and left the room. She was glad her 
mother was fucking her husband.

Helen straddled her son-in-law, fucking steadily, until she felt him 
coming, felt his prick squirt up inside her. "Oooooh, William! That's 
it, honey! Come inside Mama; empty yourself in me! It feels so good; 
does it feel good to you?"

Bill grunted with pleasure each time a spurt came out. He lay still and 
let her fuck him dry.

"I'm sorry I came so quick," he said. "I usually last longer, but you 
... you were so good."

"Thank you, honey, and it's okay. You'll last longer next time." She 
hesitated a moment. "Yes, there will be a next time."

She rolled off and they lay quiet, kissing softly. Their passion 
returned slowly as they lay kissing and fondling. She sucked and kissed 
his nipples, bringing them up hard, then he did the same to her. 
Helen's nipples rose up hard and round like cherries, much the way 
Linda's did, except Helen's tits were so much bigger and softer. Helen 
moved down his torso with her mouth until her lips and tongue were in 
his pubic hair, and then she had his cock, kissed it, licked it, and 
finally sucked it in.

Helen's pussy was inches from his mouth. She sucked urgently and lifted 
her leg up to open her crotch to him; the heady odor of her spread 
pussy assailed his nostrils. He had never done it, even to Linda, 
though she had sucked his cock, but he was drawn to this magnificent 
cunt and his face went between her legs. His tongue went deep into her 
wet hole.

The rewards were sweet. Helen came quickly with his mouth on her cunt, 
and she had no more than passed her crest when Bill started pouring 
into her mouth. She ate it hungrily, swallowing the slippery stuff with 
relish.

Linda had gone back to the kitchen and mixed herself a strong drink. 
She returned to the couch, opened her jeans, and sat drinking and 
masturbating. Her hand was busy down inside the front of her jeans when 
her father walked in.

Dan's eyes went round. "Uh, hi, Linda--where's William?"

"Hi, Daddy. He's upstairs in bed. He drank a little too much, got 
sick." She pulled her hand from her pants and stood up. She pushed her 
jeans down to her crotch, exposing her pussy hair, and walked over to 
Dan. Her mouth came up to his while her hand felt at the front of his 
pants for his prick.

Dan was startled, but he let her feel. "Where--where's your mother?"

"She's upstairs," Linda said, then took her father's cock out of his 
pants.

"Honey, no ... we ... you shouldn't."

"It's okay, Daddy. Mother is in bed, too--with William."

"In bed with William!" Dan cried.

"Yes, she's up there balling the ass off my husband. He's quite 
inexperienced, but he has tremendous endurance; they'll be a long time. 
I peeked in on them about ten minutes ago and they were really fucking 
up a storm."

Dan stood stunned. Linda giggled while she pulled at her daddy's 
pecker. It was as hard as cement.

"I love the feel of your cock in my hand, Daddy, but I love it more 
someplace else. Let's get naked and fuck ... right here on the floor."

"Why not go up and get in bed with your mother and your husband? We 
could fuck side by side."

"We can do that later; right now I just want to wallow around on the 
floor with you on top of me."

She let go of his cock and pushed her jeans down her legs. She stepped 
out of them and deposited her blouse on the heap.

Dan shrugged and started removing his clothes. He figured he might as 
well, Helen was upstairs getting hers. Besides, his cock was aching for 
his daughter's tight cunt. She was already on the floor on her back, 
her knees up, her wet cunt open and waiting for him,

He came down between her knees and she lifted her ass to meet his first 
thrust. Her cunt closed around the head of his prick, peeling back the 
thick foreskin as it swallowed the advancing shaft. She took it all and 
grunted with pleasure.

"That's it, Daddy! Fuck your little girl good! I love it, simply love 
it!" she cried.

Dan thrust in hard, pumping with rapid strokes. He needed a quick come 
to relieve the pressure. He wanted to fuck Helen next, or maybe have 
her suck him off while Linda and Bill watched. Then he'd spend the rest 
of the night with his daughter. The thought was mind blowing, and his 
nuts tightened.

"God, Linda, your mother upstairs fucking your husband, and us here on 
the floor ..." he groaned, "if Peter was here we could make it a family 
orgy."

Peter was there. He stood in the doorway grinning. Joan's husband had 
come home early; he almost caught them. Luckily, he had only opened his 
fly and stuck his prick into Joan's open mouth when they heard the car 
drive up. He had made record time to the back door.

When Dan looked up, he saw his young son standing in the door, his huge 
prick in his hand.

"When you finish, it's my turn, Dad," Peter said.


The End
