BEE-1194 Jackie's Family Lessons! by Sandy Bennett


Chapter 1


I couldn't wait any longer. My bladder was bursting and my father was 
in the bathroom, halfway through Rigoletto. "Daddy, please get out of 
the shower so I can use the toilet!" I cried. Both my hands pressed 
into my crotch to hold back the flood and I trampled about in agony.

"Can't you wait another minute?" Dad loved his showers so much that my 
mother suspected him of having an affair with the nozzle.

"I have to pee right now!" I cried out. "Just come out for a moment, I 
won't be long."

"Oh, what the hell, come on in and do it, I'll turn my back," he said. 
That made sense. After all, he was my father and he'd seen me do 
everything at one time or another. Now that I was eighteen that 
familiarity had long passed away, of course, but under the 
circumstances it was necessary to recapture it. I pushed the door open 
and walked into the steam-filled room to make my way toward the toilet. 
So desperate was my need that I hardly spared my father a glance. I 
assumed he'd have his back toward me. But when I reefed my panties down 
and squatted over the bowl, and let the first burst loose, I looked up 
to find him looking right back at me.

"Don't look!" I admonished him. Clouds of steam swirled between us, the 
rush of water resounded through the tile-lined space, and I suddenly 
became conscious of being alone with him. Reflexively my hands drew the 
terry cloth robe to and my eyes drifted away from his. But in the 
process they drifted past his cock. For a moment I was transfixed! His 
cock was long, thick, brown, and half hard, poking out from a jungle of 
dark hair and straight at me. The dark red knob throbbed as if it was 
about to fire. His balls hung low, two eggs suspended in hairy leather, 
dangling between two powerful thighs. A shudder ran through me, 
electric and mysterious. My hands clutched at my robe, drawing it 
tightly over my tits, and my legs pressed together in sheer terror. I 
had finished pissing. And yet I sat there, staring at that thickening 
member. He was fully erect now. His cock tilted toward the left of him 
and the thick ridge of flesh running up the lower side was clearly 
visible. It reminded me of a blood slit in a knife or a bayonet, and 
once more I shuddered while crazy, tiny twinges ran through my cunt.

Absently I reached for the toilet paper and wiped my pussy, in the 
process letting my robe fall open. Only when I had flushed did I 
realize how bold that was. Now Daddy had seen me touch myself! And no 
doubt he had caught a glimpse of my tits as well. They were too big to 
hide these days. He said nothing. When I finally managed to look him in 
the eye he just smiled and started another aria, singing in his fine 
baritone voice while the shower cascaded water all over his strong, 
tanned body. For some reason I felt dizzy when I walked out, my legs 
weren't too steady, my hands hardly had the strength to open the door. 
"Thank you, Daddy," I said. No answer.

Back in my room I sat down heavily on the bed and tried to clear my 
head. This evening was the big one, the date to end all dates. Frank 
would be proposing to me, there was nothing surer. Why didn't it matter 
to me anymore? For as long as I could recall, Frank had been the one, 
so handsome and poised, always ahead of the other guys; and now that 
he'd been offered a scholarship in Europe he had to marry me if he 
wanted to take me with him. The more I tried to straighten out my 
thoughts, the more Daddy's cock dominated my mind's eye. I slipped out 
of my robe and began to put on the clothes I'd chosen for this date. No 
bra--my tits fascinated Frank. He was always talking about how big they 
were and how he loved to see them bobble about under my shirt. They 
were big, I reflected, gazing into the mirror and viewing myself from 
the side, very firm and high. The rest of me was slender. Mum was 
always urging me to eat more but I liked myself this way. I remained 
standing before the mirror, running a brush through my long, black hair 
and gazing at my tits. Veronica liked them, too. She was always 
touching them and comparing them to her own little ones.

Jeans next, tight enough to hug my crotch. Veronica said that really 
drove men wild. The center band ran right along the split of my pussy 
and caused a labialike bulge to form. I turned and stood on my toes to 
get a view of my ass in the mirror. Lean but shapely, pert Frank called 
it. I stepped into the platform shoes and did them up. Now the outfit 
was complete. I was tall, slinky, big-titted, my pussy lips bulged 
between my thighs, my hair had a deep luster and it felt as smooth as 
flax. Could Frank resist me after all this preparation?

It seemed not. When he came to the front door I noticed him swallow 
heavily and when he spoke it sounded silly, as if he couldn't bring the 
words out. My mother came to see us off. She bestowed loving glances on 
Frank. One day he would be an important man and I would be his wife. 
That's what she wanted. My mother, Veronica, and Frank had teamed up to 
get me to this pitch of expectancy. They had given me tips, hints, and 
methods for catching a man, either explicitly or implicitly, and like a 
good girl I had taken heed of them all. But at that moment, when a 
wedding band was literally within reach, I found myself thinking of my 
father's cock.

Frank took me to a restaurant and, as expected, he popped the question. 
It was a romantic moment and I gave him my answer right away. It was 
all settled, we would be married in a week's time, the day before he 
was due to depart. "Let's go home and tell my parents," I said after 
the dinner was over.

"Wait, wait, let's talk some more first," said Frank with a strange 
look in his eyes. He drove us to the lake and parked in the darkness, 
turned the radio down low, and faced me. His breathing was irregular 
and his hands were restless. I knew what he wanted but I didn't know 
how to give it. Every part of me was willing. The sight of my father 
had loosened the last of my inhibitions and now my pussy throbbed 
deeply and my nipples literally itched with desire. Frank didn't know 
it but I was his to do with as he pleased that evening. In the past we 
had confined ourselves to light petting, but that wouldn't do it 
anymore for me. And when he took me into his arms I did everything to 
make him see how available I was. I melted against him, let one hand 
brush casually along the swollen bulge in his lap, and let my blouse 
open a bit so my tits would incite him. Frank's hands were everywhere, 
touching me, caressing me, and his hot kisses landed all over my face. 
He seemed to be caught in a frenzy of lust and I coasted along with it 
contentedly.

"Oh, Jackie!" he moaned, "I want you so!" More kisses. He was waiting 
for me to say something and I didn't know what to say. I kissed him 
back as passionately as I felt, and his hands became bolder, sliding in 
through the buttons of my blouse to get at my bare tits, fitting in 
between my upper thighs to put pressure on my pussy, and I just went 
along with it.

"Let's take our clothes off," he whispered. I nodded but he had to do 
it for me. My body was trembling as he pulled my tight jeans off, I 
felt kind of faint, and instead of coming back up to kiss him I let 
myself recline back with my legs spreading widely, lasciviously. Frank 
stared at my pussy in the dim light of a nearby neon sign. There was 
silence, tension, in the car now, both of us poised, ready, all he had 
to do was take me. But then he shook his head. "No, not before we're 
married," he said hoarsely. "That wouldn't be right."

"But we can have some fun, can't we!" I said, and I sounded very 
plaintive to myself.

"Sure we can," he said, running the palm of his hand over my cunt. "As 
long as we can restrain ourselves." His finger traced the outline of my 
cunt, barely touching my flesh, round and round until I could hardly 
stand it. Light as his touch was, my cunt was super-receptive. The 
smallest sensation sent long ripples of passion running through my 
body, and when the tip of his finger brushed along that little knob 
between my labia, I thought I would scream! However, in the two years 
Frank and I had been going together I had learned a lot about self-
discipline. He wanted me to be the demure virgin and I had cast myself 
in that role willingly. But the charade had been exposed somehow and 
besides, in a week's time we'd be going all the way.

"Make love to me, Frank," I moaned, twisting my hips from side to side 
and lassooing him with my legs to draw him closer to my cunt. "Let's 
not wait another second." He still had on his underpants but I could 
feel his stiff cock throbbing under me.

"Please, Jackie, don't make it hard on me," he said, pushing me away. 
"Go on, get dressed." He jumped out of the car and stood by the side of 
the lake. One hand was on his hip, the other was moving to and fro. It 
took me a while to work out that he was doing something to his cock. 
When he returned I asked him what the matter was, and he just muttered 
something about blue balls. I was in the dark about everything, but I'd 
managed to slip back into my tight jeans and my blouse. Frank drove me 
home at breakneck speed. He didn't say a word until we were in front of 
my place again. "I'm sorry, honey," he told me, "but you were tempting 
me too much. A guy can only stand to be straight for so long and no 
longer. One more week and then you'll be my virgin bride. Isn't that 
worth waiting for?"

"I don't know," I said. He thought I was just saying that because I 
didn't know what else to say. With a broad smile he opened the door for 
me and we walked up the driveway to break the news to my parents. 
Mother was in seventh heaven. She hugged Frank and called him her son, 
and then sat down to planning the logistics of the wedding. Dad shook 
him by the hand and said all sorts of nice things to him, but he was 
less than ecstatic. As for me, I couldn't enjoy the occasion. A part of 
me wasn't there. My body was besieged by mysterious impulses, strange 
tremors, my tits tingled and I could feel that my pussy was wet. Apart 
from those sensations, there was also a burning resentment. Frank had 
rejected me. His reason had nothing to do with it as far as I was 
concerned. I had offered myself and he had refused, leaving me feeling 
on edge and crazy. I played the part of a good daughter and a happy 
fiancée for as long as he was there. But as soon as he left I kissed my 
folks good night and ran upstairs.

Veronica, my cousin, lived next door. Our houses were close together 
and a large oak tree grew between them so that I could get from my 
window to hers just by climbing onto one branch, walking down it to the 
trunk, and then taking another branch up to her. She always left her 
window ajar in case I felt like a midnight visit and I did the same for 
her. Since it was still fairly early in the evening her light was still 
on.

"Hello Jacqueline," she said cheerfully when I entered through the 
window. "Back from the big date already? How did it go?" I told her and 
at first she was very excited and happy for me. But then I began to 
tell her the important part, and Veronica became silent, sympathetic. 
"Oh dear," she sighed when I had finished, "the omens aren't too good. 
What can we do about this?"

Veronica was my opposite in most ways. Her hair was blond and curly, 
cropped close to her head. Her shoulders were rather broad and her hips 
rather narrow, her breasts were hard and small, and she had a tan year 
round from playing sports and hiking. We were the same age, attended 
the same school and were in the same class, but more important we were 
each other's best friend. For as long as I could remember we had made 
use of the oak tree to come and tell the other our troubles or new 
jokes. She was different from me in one other way, too: she was no 
longer a virgin. Veronica knew everyone in our town, she was in on 
whatever action erupted, and she often went to bed with older men. For 
boys her own age she had nothing but contempt.

"You see what's happening to you?" she said after a pause. "You'll 
marry Frank and that will be the start and finish of your sex life. 
What you need to do is to live a little, right now, before it's too 
late." Instead of arguing with her, I nodded. Veronica looked 
surprised.

"I know you're right," I said. "I mean, it's scary and all that but my 
body is in such a turmoil right now."

"Turmoil? In that case, Jackie, you're going to have to trust me," said 
Veronica. "There's only one way to cure that and I know how. Come here, 
sit on the bed with me, don't make a move, your favorite cousin is 
going to make you feel all better." She turned off all but the smallest 
light in her room and came over to sit beside me. Her arm rested on my 
shoulder, one hand ran down my long tresses, and her eyes bored deep 
into mine. I felt embarrassed suddenly. Veronica and I were free with 
each other but never sexy. Yet now I could smell her sensuality almost! 
She was seducing me!

"What are you doing?" I asked timidly. She told me to hush and her 
hands ran over my hair and body more firmly. They came to rest on my 
breasts and stayed there, softly squeezing my tingling flesh. Veronica 
shifted over to sit facing me, her legs tucked under her in the lotus 
position. There was no getting away from her. Her parents were away for 
a couple of days and her younger brother would be fast asleep by this 
time. Besides, she was making me feel a wholly different kind of 
turmoil, a pleasing one.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," Veronica said softly. Her nimble 
fingers undid the buttons of my blouse and let it fall open. "Yes, look 
at those breasts, perfect, just perfect, oh, let me kiss them!" She 
leaned forward and before I could get out of the way her lips were on 
one of my nipples. A shock ran through my system. I looked at that 
blond, curly head that had fastened itself to my tit, and somehow it 
wouldn't register with me. What was coming across, however, was a soft, 
insinuating feeling that grew into a ball of warmth that kept expanding 
until it extended from the nipple all the way to my pussy. Her lips 
shifted to the other nipple and her hands squeezed and caressed my 
tits, taking them from warmth to heat and at the same time driving my 
pussy around the bend with a variety of sensations. My blouse slipped 
down my shoulders and Veronica pushed me back until I was lying flat on 
my back, my arms loosely around her as she continued to regale my tits 
with her mouth and hands. It felt wonderful! Frank had touched my tits 
often enough but he hadn't done it right ... Veronica knew about tits 
and how to make them feel good.

She seemed happy to go on and on. I drifted into a dense euphoria and 
let my hands run through her curls absently. Eventually she shifted her 
attention to other parts of me. Her lips left my tits and kissed their 
way down to my bellybutton. I hardly noticed the change. My eyes were 
closed and I was half dozing, drifting down a stream of treacle that 
was bound to lead to Eden. Vaguely I realized that she was undoing my 
jeans and that she wasn't having an easy time getting them off me, but 
none of that mattered to me. I didn't even bother to lift my ass.

Only when Veronica started to run her finger down the slit of my pussy 
did a fraction of me sit up and take notice. Frank had touched me there 
earlier and I had enjoyed it very much. Now my cousin was doing the 
same. Was that right? But I was too far gone to care. I lay back and 
savored the fine feelings welling up in my loins. Her fingers 
delicately touched on every part of my pussy, reconnoitering, 
discovering what was sensitive and what was extremely sensitive. Now 
and then a low, soft moan broke from my throat. Apart from that I was 
inert and happy. It didn't even occur to me to reciprocate.

Something warm and wet slithered along the center of my pussy. I 
couldn't work out what it was but it felt so nice that I had to look. 
To my horror I found that it was Veronica's tongue. How could she!? As 
soon as she was finished I would tell her never to do it again. Until 
then ... God, it felt so lovely. Her tongue was like a living creature, 
an animated snail doing a polka between my cunt lips, sliding to and 
fro, putting pressure on my clitoris then rushing down to briefly 
insinuate itself into my hole, in and out, back up, sideways, round and 
round--my head began to spin in time with her tongue! Her tongue was 
very thorough. It dug in and lapped, wetting my cunt over and over 
until her spit combined with my juices to form a rivulet that ran down 
to my asshole and dripped onto her bed. Now her fingers joined in, 
holding my pussy lips wide apart so she could get more of her face 
between them and so her tongue could get into my hole more deeply. The 
lovely euphoria was shattered by raw lust. Suddenly my pelvis started 
to push up and down, a staccato of horniness that made it hard for 
Veronica to keep up. I begged her to stop so I could catch my breath 
but she only ate me more vigorously.

"Oh God!" I heard myself pant. "Stop, stop, please stop! No, that's too 
much, you're driving me crazy! That tickles! Stop, STOOOOO-OOPPP!!! OH 
JESUS, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH THAT'S GOOD, YESSSSSSS, YES, YES, HARDER, 
OH RONNIE, YEEEEEESSSSSsssss ..." Lightning bolts irradiated from my 
cunt, triggering off storms of passion that raged violently for a 
second and then disappeared to leave me high and peaceful, filled with 
a vaporous sensation of gratitude. Veronica stopped when she saw that 
state I was in. Her face glistened with my juices and she was smiling 
broadly.

"You like that? This is only the beginning, Jackie. Phase one. I'm 
going to line up lovers for you and introduce you to experiences that 
will live with you the rest of your life. By the time he carries you 
over the threshold you'll be able to teach him a lot of tricks."

"It sounds so dangerous," I sighed. My body was aglow. "But you don't 
have to do all this, Veronica. I could do it myself."

"You? No you couldn't. You'd bump into a guy and stick to him for as 
long as you could. I'm the one who can produce the changes in cast 
around here, just like that." She snapped her fingers and leaned over 
to kiss me square on the mouth. The tart taste of pussy came with it, 
and I relished it shamefacedly. As if she knew it, Veronica opened my 
mouth with her lips and forced her tongue deep into me so that I would 
have to taste all of it. Her body came over to lie on top of mine and 
her pubic bone pushed against mine insistently. Once again my 
resistance was disposed of effortlessly. I yielded to her deep, 
passionate kiss and before I knew what was happening I was hugging her 
tightly and grinding my pubic bone into hers.

Gone was the warm tranquility. Her cunt pushed against mine so as to 
flex my labia and pull them taut over my clitoris. She put on more and 
more pressure, rubbing me up until I was right back where Frank had 
left me, feverish, uneasy, in need of love! Now that she was on top of 
me my hands began to explore her flesh instinctively. The palms ran 
over her strong, smooth back right down to the dip at the small of her 
back, and up to grab hold of her firm, full cheeks. Veronica's ass 
always reminded me of a boy's. It had dimpled flanks and flexed 
muscularly at every step, yet it was rounded and soft when her buns 
were relaxed. When I got hold of it her buttocks were laboring to bring 
her cunt harder against mine, and just the feeling of her flesh 
contracting under my touch was enough to make me bang back. This took 
me so far but no further. Veronica had the same problem because she 
suddenly drew away from me and pushed one of her legs under my ass, 
scissoring into me until our cunt lips met in a wild kiss, wet and hot. 
Right away new pleasures welled up in me. Her pussy was lightly covered 
with blond hair, so lightly that it sometimes looked as though she 
didn't have any. Mine, on the other hand, had a thick dark pelt of 
hairs growing from the mound back to my asshole. Now, with all the 
moisture that had matted my fur, it was laid back and the ridges of 
labial flesh were exposed. It was flesh against flesh when our pussies 
kissed, smooth, slippery, urgent, pushing and pushing and pushing to 
get more. Impulsively I reached down and parted my pussy with both 
hands. Veronica did the same. Our tiny clitorises met and it was as 
though we'd touched two electric points to each other. A spark, a 
flash, and we were on our backs, bodies writhing in ecstasy, our loins 
working our pussies together until they were welded into one by heat 
and juice. Smacking noises resounded through the room, panicky cries, 
long moans, we rolled about on the bed and held hands so our bodies 
wouldn't drift apart.

"Let me eat you now," I gasped, "I want to try it now!"

"Go right ahead," said Veronica. She crawled over me and turned around 
to face my feet so that her pussy hovered over my face. Light blond 
hairs caught the light to create a slight golden halo about her pudgy 
cunt, pink flesh peered through her lips, trails of moisture and 
whitish drops of juice were on her inner thighs. The sharp fragrance of 
her womanhood suffused my nose. For a moment I hesitated. Then, 
recalling how delicious my own dew had been, I placed my hands on her 
ass and lifted myself high enough to get my mouth to her box. As soon 
as I made contact with her I began to suck and was rewarded by a 
generous draft of her juices. Veronica lowered her ass and pressed her 
cunt down on my face, forcing my head back onto the pillow. At the same 
time she started to finger my cunt, inserting a long finger up it and 
crooking it so as to pull upward. I didnt know which excited me more. 
My cunt tried to suck her finger into itself and my mouth tried to suck 
her cunt down my throat, and between the two my body rollicked with 
passion.

We remained in that position for a long time. I loved eating her! Her 
cunt was so smooth and the juices flowed so freely that I wanted to 
burrow face-first into her, just to experience her totally. Whenever my 
tongue pushed its way into her tight hole it found smooth, wet walls of 
warm flesh in there, a secret cave that held all sorts of mysterious 
delights for me--if only I could get in there deeper! I worked my index 
finger into her cunt and felt the physiognomy of her insides, all those 
strange ridges, the contoured flesh packing around my finger and 
squeezing it with sensual pressure, thick drops of juice oozing down 
around it, a small paradise. Veronica did her best to open it up to me. 
She went down on me and poked her ass high into the air, her legs as 
far apart as they would go, and I played doctors with her to my heart's 
content. I had checked out my own cunt with a mirror, of course, but 
this was the first time I could explore one first hand. My fingers 
prised her lips apart, pulling at them until it looked as though her 
cunt was turning inside out. Pink, glistening flesh blossomed before my 
eyes, her cunt hole expanded, and I gazed into its darkness until my 
tongue poked out and found its way into that inviting orifice all by 
itself. I loved everything about her, even the musky, stifling smell of 
her asshole. My nose was buried in it, tickling it, and since Veronica 
obviously liked it I kept it up until I was not only used to the smell, 
but actually enjoyed it. Nothing mattered at this point but 
gratification, and everything contributed to it. Her tongue in my 
pussy, my tongue in hers, nuzzling her anus, dragging my nails along 
her ass, licking, sighing, sucking, biting into her cunt flesh, doing 
everything she did to me and more, until another storm of passion broke 
loose inside me.

I had to let go. The emotions exploding in me were too powerful to be 
ignored. My body began to tremble violently, screams burst from my 
throat, my nails sank into her flesh so that the blood ran, and then I 
went stiff all over for an excruciating second. It was as if I had a 
fit! My rigid frame shook from head to toe, gurgling sounds came from 
deep down, all I could do was cling to Veronica. And then, like the sun 
bursting through the clouds, the orgasm arrived. Everything was leveled 
out now, everything was lovely and peaceful again. I floated about the 
room and was aware only of myself. That didn't stop my cousin. She 
caressed me very gently all the while, and when I was back to normal 
she positioned herself between my legs and started to run her 
fingernails along my tits slowly, almost as though she didn't know she 
was doing it.

"I don't know how you do it," I told her. "You've made me feel things 
that Frank doesn't even know about!"

"He will," she smiled. "You'll be sure to tell him. But relax, it's 
still early, let's just lie here and enjoy each other's company."

"Alright." I felt sleepy again. My eyes rolled back and my lids closed 
as though they had lead weights tied to them. Veronica's hands moved at 
the same regular rate, a hypnotic, subliminal motion that built up my 
passions while I wasn't looking. Her lovemaking seemed no more than an 
expression of affection; but after about ten minutes of it I found 
myself in the throes of another fit of passion. I loved her tender 
caresses and the soft pressure of her body against mine. My hands 
roamed over her breasts and ass, we kissed so lightly that our lips 
merely brushed by the other's, and somehow we ended up with our faces 
between the other's legs, licking pussy with the same dreamy motions.

"I won't marry Frank," I said suddenly. "I like you much better, 
Veronica, there's no use pretending otherwise."

"Don't be silly," she said. Her words were muffled by my cunt flesh. 
She didn't take me seriously enough to look up even. But I insisted, 
and finally she did look up. "You see how you are? You have a good time 
with one person and right away you're stuck on them. I love you, 
Jackie, we will always be friends, but don't let that tie you down."

I didn't say anything for a long time. My fingers toyed with Veronica's 
blond little cunt but I was too busy thinking to take much notice of 
it. She was right, of course. In the one week remaining to me I would 
have to squeeze in as much experience as possible. I had to make the 
best of my freedom. That's what it was, making use of my freedom. Once 
Frank slipped that ring on my finger I wouldn't ever cheat on him. All 
the more reason to make the best of this week. I could do anything! And 
right away the sight of my father naked under the shower flashed before 
my eyes--even him? Wasn't that taboo? Well, was making love with a 
first and female cousin not taboo? And wasn't it fun?

Questions and an assortment of answers swirled through my brain. Why 
shouldn't I let my hair down for this one week? Veronica would be my 
guide, there was nothing to worry about. In that case I would do it! 
And if Daddy happened to come my way I'd pounce on him, too. I didn't 
tell Veronica that, though. I just said that I was willing to go along 
with her scheme.

"Good," she said, "we'll start tomorrow night. What would you fancy, 
Jackie, a black man or an oriental or a Latin lover? You can take your 
pick. Or I can get you women, it's up to you."

"That's quite a menu. I can't make a choice, you'll have to do it for 
me."

"Hey, wait a minute, you're still a virgin! Don't you want to pick 
who'll be first?"

"Oh yeah ..." I had to think about that, and then it struck me: my 
virginity should go to the man who loved me most! My older brother, 
Tim, qualified for that honor easily. He was nineteen and home for the 
summer, so why shouldn't I pick him? He had always looked after me, had 
fought fights for me, and he certainly liked me physically. As soon as 
he'd come back from college his eyes had started to wander over my 
legs, my breasts, my ass. Yes, Tim would be happy to do it. "Don't 
worry about my cherry, that'll be gone by the time I see you again," I 
said.

"Who's going to take it?" she asked.

"I'll tell you about it later. But for now I have to be going home." I 
dressed, kissed my cousin good night, and disappeared out through her 
window. It was a long way past midnight by this time. The house was in 
darkness. Once back in my room I took off my clothes and snuck into the 
bathroom to wash up. I perfumed myself liberally, brushed my hair, and 
checked my nakedness in the mirror. I looked different to myself now 
that Veronica had introduced me to sex. The erogenous zones stood out 
against a background of features. Suddenly my tits looked bigger and 
better, my pubic bush seemed deeper and more inviting, and I couldn't 
help running my hands over my flesh for just a moment. A shiver of 
delight ran through me. Only a few hours ago I wouldn't have dared to 
dream about seducing my own brother. Now it seemed like the only 
plausible thing to do. He was so much like Daddy, the same strong 
build, the same dark brown mop of hair, same eyes and chest. I could 
hardly wait to get to him!

Quickly I put on a nightie in case one of the parents happened to be 
patrolling the hallway, and then walked on tiptoes to my brother's room 
to surprise him.



Chapter 2


I was terrified when I entered my brother's room. What the hell was I 
doing? Tim wouldn't tell anyone of course but I was taking a very big 
chance walking in on him. What if he rejected me? Or worse, what if he 
accepted my offer? For all my fears I couldn't stop. I snuck into his 
dark room and made my way toward his bed. The light from the street 
filtered through the drapes to show me where he was. Tim slept on his 
side, over to the left of the bed. I lay on the right hand side and 
became instantly paralyzed.

Tim was just a few inches from me. I could feel the warmth of his body. 
His breathing was regular and deep, and I knew he didn't wake easily. I 
tried to remember what women in the movies did in similar situations 
but there hadn't been any. They all got themselves swept off their feet 
by dashing men. And there I was, in a situation where I had to sweep 
the man off his feet, or off his back or something.

I stared up at the ceiling and thought of every possible way of 
seducing him. I wanted him so badly! Veronica had lit bonfires 
throughout my body; someone had to extinguish them! Should I shake him 
by the shoulder? Or cough? I just didn't know. Perhaps it would be best 
to go back to my room and forget all about it. That prospect was too 
awful. I could see myself in my own bed, alone, frustrated, and hating 
myself for not having the guts to go through with it. I had to do it!

"Tim! Wake up!" I hissed, shaking him violently. He groaned and tried 
to pull away from me. "Come on, wake up! I've got something to tell 
you! He stirred and sleepily inquired what that might be. "No, wake up 
first!" I insisted.

"Ah Jesus!" he muttered. "What's up, Jackie--hey! What are you doing in 
my bed. Did you wet your own?"

"No, it's not that." He was wide awake now and all I wanted to do was 
to sink through the floor. Tim had no idea what I might want. Did that 
mean he had never thought about making love with me? "Tim ... please, 
don't ask why, I just want to ... sleep with you tonight," I said in a 
little girl's voice.

"Do you? Okay, if that's what you want," he said nonchalantly. "Only 
let me get some sleep, will you."

"That's not exactly what I meant." I was getting to be more determined 
by the second. If the dolt insisted on missing my point I would just 
have to make it perfectly clear to him. "I want you to make love to 
me!"

"Huh?" He sat bolt upright now and stared at me in horror. "Make what? 
Oh you've got to be kidding, Jackie! Have you been dipping into Dad's 
liquor cabinet or something?"

I didn't answer. Or rather, I let my silence do the talking for me. 
Suddenly I felt very self-assured, in charge, so much more mature than 
this astonished boy. And to ensure he knew I meant what I said, I 
placed my hand on his pajama pants, right on his crotch. Something big 
stirred under the flannel, something exciting and tempting. Tim was 
silent too, now, as if he only wanted to see what I would do with his 
dick. My courage rose. The hand caressed his cock openly and located 
his fly at the same time. It slipped inside and there it was, silky 
soft, thickening rapidly, warm, hairy, a cock just like the cock that 
hung off dear old Dad!

"Jackie, no!" he said, but there was no conviction in his voice. "You 
can't do this! We're brother and sister!"

"Haven't you ever wanted me to do this to you?" I asked.

"No! Well, maybe ... but not very often!"

He had answered my question and now my hand closed around that hard 
cock and started to stroke it up and down. The movement came to me 
instinctually and that's how Tim responded to it. No sooner had I 
launched my routine than he lay back on the pillow and stretched 
luxuriously. His cock came out of his pajamas and I could see the 
rounded knob of it silhouetted against the windows. I wanted to get 
closer to it, close as I could get, curling up next to him with my face 
an inch or so from that helmet of flesh. And Tim, still motivated by 
the luxury of the occasion, rolled over on his side and pointed his 
cock right at my mouth.

It was impossible to resist him. One caress from that silky, full and 
fleshy knob and I just had to bring it closer, pressing it hard against 
my face and wanting more. There was only one way to bring it even 
closer and that was to take it into my mouth. Would he object? Would he 
lose respect? Surely not, not for his own sister. Gingerly I parted my 
lips and pressed an openmouthed kiss to his glans. Tim's reaction was 
immediate. His hands grabbed hold of the back of my head and pushed me 
down on himself. That meant he liked it! With a surge of pleasure I 
opened up wider and took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. 
He was so hard! His cock throbbed against my lips, my palate, my 
throat, rock-hard yet soft on the outside, so sensual that I forgot 
about the gagging impulse. With a sudden splutter and cough I pulled 
back from his knob but soon returned for another swallow. It was a 
sensation that was completely new to me, one that thrilled me from my 
head to my toes. My mouth was like a cunt for him now. His dick pushed 
in deep and drew back slightly only to dig in again, and all I could do 
was struggle to contain him. My throat muscles tightened in panic and I 
lost the rhythm of my breathing. Quickly I pulled away and recovered 
myself. Now then, slowly, relax, relax, breathe regularly, let the 
throat muscles hang loose ... ah, that was better. Now I could enjoy 
him to the hilt!

His dick lodged down my throat and stayed there for an excruciating 
period. From a distance I heard my brother groan deeply. His pleasure 
made me shiver. Here I was, his little sister, making him feel 
wonderful! A sense of power made itself felt. Suddenly I wanted to do 
more for him, I wanted to demolish him with love, make him feel things 
he'd never felt before! My lips closed around his rock-hard stalk and 
drew upward to the tip of his knob. Then my mouth plunged down to his 
pubic bush, his cock slipped down my throat again and my muscles seemed 
to play about his glans like gamboling lambs. He loved it! His body 
grew taut and it trembled noticeably. The hands on my head turned into 
claws that got themselves entangled in my hair and pulled me down 
deeper, always deeper. I felt as though his dick was entering my gullet 
and stretching down to my belly like an expanding snake. More, more, 
more! I licked and sucked, I fondled his balls with both hands, I 
rubbed my cheeks against the smooth, rubbery flesh of his knob, ran my 
lips down the sides of his veined cock, swallowed his scrotum and 
licked my way back up again. Tim was breathing heavily, erratically, 
his hands were hurting me, his hips were banging his cock down my 
throat. What was he doing? I sensed that I was doing right by him. A 
few more sucks, a few well-placed kisses, and then, just as I had 
swallowed him whole again, he erupted. A blast of hot cream bolted down 
my throat. I swallowed it without really knowing what was going on. 
Another, and another, great outpourings of warm, whey fluid, too much 
for me to swallow. It backed up and made me choke. Cream slipped 
through my lips and trickled down my chin, and still more came out of 
his pulsating prick. Tim's groans were loud and slightly desperate as 
he heaved his dick deeper and deeper down my throat, intent on 
depositing his load directly into my belly. And I just sucked and 
swallowed as best I could, my head reeling with the excitement of it 
all.

"Wow!" was all he could say. But the way he said it told me exactly how 
much he'd enjoyed it. My lips were capable of magic! He went limp soon 
after his cock stopped giving out its fluids, and when it shriveled 
away I let it go and sat up beside him. Tim had lit himself a cigarette 
and smoked it silently. I wondered why he didn't show any interest in 
my body.

"Are you going to make love to me now?" I asked.

"What? How can I with my dick spent?" he grinned, pointing at the 
pathetic little thing. The glory that had once been his phallus was now 
a wiener left over from last week.

"You mean it won't go up again?"

"Yes, eventually it will, but not right away. Besides, Jackie, I think 
we've gone far enough. Now that the blood is back in my brain I can see 
we'd only be asking for trouble."

"You don't want me?"

"Sure I do, baby, hell, you're a beautiful woman even if you are my 
sister. But it's not right! I mean, brothers and sisters ..." Lost for 
words he threw up his hands and puffed at his cigarette. With sudden 
insight I saw that I'd made a mistake sucking him off before attending 
to my own needs. From that point on I'd make sure I'd get my share of 
the action before letting my generous impulses take over. However, the 
fact that he couldn't finish what he'd started to say encouraged me to 
try again.

I turned on the bed lamp and sat in front of him, looking him straight 
in the eye. Now my assets were in the spotlight and his eyes started to 
wander, much as he tried to keep them fixed on mine. "Go ahead, look at 
me," I told him. "Look at these tits, look at that pubic bush, and then 
tell me how brothers and sisters can't make love." As he looked me over 
I cradled my tits in both hands and squeezed them suggestively, running 
my tongue along my lips and parting my thighs so he could catch a 
glimpse of what nestled between them. The limpness of his cock was 
slowly giving way to a new firmness. It started with a few visible 
pulses and jerks as the blood filled the ballast tanks and then, unlike 
a submarine, it rose up into the air and quivered before me, a living 
denial of his moral stance. "Here it is, Tim, come and get it," I 
whispered.

With a strangled cry he threw himself on me and crushed me with the 
weight of his body. I stretched out under him like a cat on heat, 
purring with sensuality, claws at the ready, submitting as a means to 
my own ends. How I wanted that big cock to penetrate into my vestal 
regions! I had had it in my month and in my hand, and its throbbing 
virility had driven me crazy there, so what couldn't it do inside my 
oversensitized, dripping wet pussy? I shuddered to think. His hands 
roved over my body, squeezing, exploring, caressing, in such a hurry to 
cover all the bases. I knew he'd settle down soon enough. Until then I 
let the dead weight of his body rest on me like a giant caress, and 
focussed on the experience of having his cock throb against the flesh 
of my thighs. It rested right where they met, lying there like a shell 
in the breach, and the thought of it shooting up into my cunt made me 
dizzy with lust.

His mouth moved down to my tits and when his lips located one of my 
nipples, they closed about it and drew it in. The element of surprise 
was on his side. A flash of lightning connected that nipple directly 
with my cunt and drew an involuntary cry from my lips. At once Tim 
sucked in more of my tit, so much of it that it ballooned against his 
teeth, and I could only writhe about underneath him in helpless 
ecstasy. "Oh God Tim!" I panted. "Fuck me while you do that! It feels 
so good, too nice! I love it!"

He said nothing, for which I was grateful. His mouth stayed closed over 
my tit and the other tit was being mauled by one of his hands. The 
other hand was under my ass and the knob of his dick was bumping 
against various parts of my cunt, none of them near enough to the 
runny, hot opening yawning up at him. "Don't tease!" I moaned. "Put it 
in me, Tim, I want you so badly!" He kept on sucking my tit, switched 
to the other and took his hand to third base. Now he rolled off me and 
parted my legs with that hand to get at my cunt. The other hand stayed 
under my ass, squeezing my cheeks in such a way that my cunt opened 
right up for him. A second later his finger crept into my virgin hole 
and I thought I would swoon away!

My cunt felt like a flesh-eating plant that hadn't had dinner! The 
moment his finger came inside my cunt muscles closed around it and held 
on tight, pulling him in deeper, deeper, anxious for more. I wrapped my 
arms around his neck and clung to his hard, muscular body while his 
hands demolished me. His finger fucked me slowly, digging in deep so 
that the rest of my hand pushed into my cunt and stimulated my 
clitoris. The tables had been turned. Now it was I who groaned, who 
pushed up for more pleasure, more titillation. He manipulated me with 
finesse, turning on every part of me until I glowed like a beacon in 
the dark.

He took his mouth away from my tit and started to kiss his way down to 
my navel. Would he ...? It was too much to hope for. Yes, yes, yes! "Oh 
Tim, yessssss!" I sighed as his lips kissed mine. He drew my thighs 
against his ears and burrowed into my cunt as contentedly as any bug in 
any rug. And I stretched out like that same cat, purring again, feeling 
a warm glow suffuse my innards, wrapping my thighs about his head and 
cocking my cunt up at his mouth shamelessly. "Yessssss, oh Jesus 
yesssss!!" I hissed. "That's beautiful, Tim!" He nodded and then his 
wet, slithering tongue snuck into my cunt to give me brand new thrills. 
This was just a foretaste, I knew it for certain. He was getting me 
good and wet for the entrance of Mr. Big himself, that stallion cock of 
his. At that moment it idled against my legs and transmitted its potent 
impulses to every part of me, warning me of my imminent destruction.

His mouth was performing marvels down there. That tongue dug in, dove 
deep and wriggled against my cunt walls, scooped up juices, and slipped 
back and up to lash at my clitoris. Now and then his bottom lips would 
press against that tiny, maddening button, while his top lip came over 
my pubic bush, making like it was going to swallow me and bite my cunt 
off. Each time he did that my erotic anguish lent new force to the 
mounting ecstasy in my belly. I started to egg him on: "Eat me, suck 
me, swallow my cunt juices, Tim!" I sounded coarse to myself, a slut, a 
wanton, but it worked. He sucked my cunt dry only to suck harder and 
bring fresh supplies of the sticky fluids down. His nose nudged my 
clitoris and his hot breath made my labia tingle wildly. I had my hands 
on the back of his head now and I pressed it down on myself as hard as 
he had pressed my head not long ago. I understood why he'd done it, 
too. The last thing I wanted at that moment was for him to pull away 
... unless he wanted to fuck me, of course.

Tim didn't hurry. He ate my cunt until I was on the verge of screaming. 
My pelvis had gone mad. It jerked up and down uncontrollably, 
insistently, and my breathing was asthmatic and rapid. I think it was 
out of fear for my sanity that he finally slipped up over me and 
covered my body with his. The moment his swollen knob bumped into my 
cunt I felt the hole open like the cave of Sesame and suck him in. 
There was no need for me to guide him or for him to probe. The magnet 
was on! His cock pierced my hymen on the way without stopping. I felt 
the flash of hot pain and then it melted in with all the other emotions 
boiling about in my belly. I wanted to remain aware of the moment, to 
fix my defloration in my mind for when I was sixty-five. But he swept 
me along with his big cock, pushing me into the weirdest regions of 
sensations that I'd ever experienced.

"Tim ... Tim ...!" I heard myself moan wetly. I clung to him as though 
I was drowning. All I could feel was his big cock stretching my pussy. 
The pleasure wasn't so much physical as emotional. I wasn't a virgin 
anymore! I was getting laid at last! That big cock ... his tongue in my 
cunt ... his cock blowing down my throat ... "Fuck me!" I whispered 
desperately. "It feels so good, oh so good, more, more, MORE--" His 
hand clamped down over my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up! You want to wake the whole house?"

"No, noooo," I moaned, moving my hips against his to get his stationary 
cock moving again. He held it still, trying to make me do more of the 
work, and I didn't wake up to that until too late. It was strenuous to 
fuck from the bottom up but the very strenuousness of the act made it 
intensely pleasurable. His cock was stuck in my cunt, pointing down so 
that with every move it chafed along the inner floor. Because it was so 
thick and long it flexed all of my pussy but it especially worked over 
that section. It seemed to arouse my asshole as well, and what with my 
tits aglow and my cunt on fire, that last outbreak of passion just 
about finished me.

He had to press a pillow over my face to smother the cries of passion 
that welled up in me. There was nothing I could do about it. All my 
strength went into driving my loins up against his to get more of that 
delicious drubbing. At last he took over. Slowly at first, then 
commandingly, shoving his cock deep into my cunt, banging his pubic 
bone against mine, and holding me pinned down with both hands as if he 
thought I might leave him alone. The pillow rested on my face just in 
case I wanted to yell some more. And I did, I did!

Strangled cries applauded the deep shafting of his cock, his 
masculinity, his power, squeals burst out when he rubbed my clitoris 
past the point of endurance, I grunted hoarsely whenever he went in 
deep enough to impale me; and as his fucking stepped up in that final 
gallop, I panted out loud in time with his rapid stroking. In-out-in-
out, moving so fast that the friction of his flesh against mine 
threatened to sear my pussy permanently. And just as the pain started 
to make inroads on the pleasure, he released his soothing, warm douche 
of sperm that made it all better. As it blossomed inside me, so a giant 
orgasm burgeoned and blew, sending me spinning out into dimensions of 
bliss that hadn't even entered my dreams.

"You'd better get back to your own bed," Tim whispered after I'd had a 
chance to rest. "I think we made a lot of noise in the past half hour."

"If that didn't wake them, nothing will," I said.

"Maybe so, but I'd rather not take any more chances. Jesus, Jackie, Dad 
would have killed us if he'd found us in bed together."

Would he have? It gave me a tense, secret thrill to think what Daddy 
might have done. But Tim had a point. Besides, I'd received what I had 
come for. "Okay, I'll go. Thanks a lot, Tim, that was wonderful." I 
kissed him on the cheek and snuck out of his room. There wasn't a sound 
in the house. They had to be sleeping like logs to have slept through 
our orgy!

Back in my room it hit me really and truly that I had been fucked. I 
stood in front of the mirror and looked at my reflection, expecting to 
see a changed woman. Actually little had changed. My hair was all over 
the place, long strands plastered against my face with sweat, and I 
looked a bit wild-eyed; and, of course, there were unusual whitish 
trails running down the insides of my thighs. But other than that I was 
no different. Not on the outside. Inside I felt strangely harmonious, 
as though all the various parts of my body were working together at 
long last.

With a handkerchief I wiped away most of the evidence and then I lay 
back on the bed and tried to get to sleep. But too much had happened 
that day. My brain wouldn't settle down, no matter how tired I was in 
body. From a virgin I'd gone to a bisexual profligate, all in the space 
of hours! And from a single, carefree girl I'd gone to being a man's 
fiancée, soon to be his bride. Poor Frank. He was home nursing his blue 
balls and I was in my bed with the echoes of passion ringing through 
me. It wasn't fair of me ... but it was fun!

Veronica was right, I should pick up experience before committing 
myself to marriage. And I would follow her advice, all the way!

*   *   *

In the morning it occurred to me that it would be a good idea to see 
the family doctor to get a prescription for the pill and a check-up. 
The doctor was Dad's brother and if he had been like most people's 
uncles I would have gone to someone else. But Doctor Eddie was a 
regular guy. He was handsome, younger than Dad, full of jokes, and at 
birthdays and Christmas time you could always rely on Doctor Eddie to 
give you something you really wanted.

I decided to take a bath first. Dad was at work and Mum was out 
shopping, Tim was still sleeping. I ran the tub and eased my body into 
the hot water to rest there for long, luxurious minutes. For some 
reason I was far more responsive to all sensations. The hot water 
seemed like an all-enveloping caress to me, sensual, lustful, like the 
hand of a horny spirit. When I closed my eyes I could imagine myself 
getting compromised all over, and before I knew it my belly pulsed with 
passion, my pussy developed an itch deep down, and it was hard to keep 
my hands to myself.

This was ridiculous! Ignoring my urges I reached for the douche. I 
shook the powder into the rubber bag, mixed it with warm water, and 
screwed the nozzle into place. The sight of that nozzle shook me up 
some more. It was slender at the bottom, thicker at the top, with four 
grooves running down the sides and small holes perforating it, all of 
which gave it the look of a menacing, unpleasant, yet titillating 
weapon. Had I been shoving this thing up my twat regularly without 
taking any notice of it? Suddenly it became a struggle to make use of 
it. I wanted it and I was afraid of it. My cunt throbbed and quaked, 
ready for any visitor. But I held back. What if I loved it? Would that 
mean there was something wrong with me?

I lifted my ass up out of the water by drawing my legs back, and 
tentatively placed the head of the nozzle against my pussy. Once it was 
there I hesitated. The hard nozzle pushed against the sealed cunt 
muscles, not hard enough to open them but firmly enough to send a long 
thrill up from my cunt to a spot right behind my eyes. Everything 
became kind of woolly ... blending in with memories of the previous 
night, with cocks and tits and sucking lips ... and then the oils oozed 
out of my innards and the nozzle slipped past the barriers to plunge 
into my moist depths.

"Oh noooo!" I groaned, holding it tightly and still so my cunt could 
get used to it. "That's too nice!" My words echoed strangely in the 
bathroom and snapped me out of the reverie. My free hand reached down 
further and began to squeeze the douche bag. Now a shower of warm water 
broke loose inside my cunt and a dozen thin streams titillated my 
oversensitive cunt like so many tiny tongues. I pushed my hips up so 
high that my head slipped under the water. Coughing and spluttering I 
came back up and completed the douche. But even when the last drop had 
been jetted against my burning cunt walls, I couldn't make myself take 
the nozzle out of my cunt. It felt so right, so nice, there! It was 
solid, hard, and when I moved it back and forth it felt like a cut-down 
version of Tim. By moving it back and forth a little more ardently and 
setting my imagination adrift it became him, and then better than him. 
After all, I could control the speed, the penetration, and the angles! 
My hips rose and fell, causing the bathwater to slosh from one end of 
the tub to the other in mounting waves. The waves clashed and gallons 
of water crashed over the side and flooded the floor. I didn't care. 
The nozzle and part of the bag were up my cunt, exciting me into a 
self-forgetful reverie.

It took a good-sized orgasm to bring me back to earth. By this time the 
bathroom floor was covered by an inch of water and the tub was almost 
empty. With a sigh I got out of the bath and started to scoop the water 
back in with a dustpan. When enough had been removed I took to the 
puddles with bucket and mop. The work was done absent-mindedly. Most of 
my mind was on the brand new sensations that I'd been experiencing 
lately. Even being naked was a thrill.

A knocking on the door brought me to. "Come on, Sis, let me in!" Tim 
yelled. "There's no one home."

"Just a minute!" In spite of what had happened between us the night 
before I reached for a robe and draped it over myself before unlatching 
the door. Tim was naked and he looked slightly put out at the sight of 
my modesty. But he didn't say anything about it, probably because he 
was a bit unsure of what to do. He walked past me and stood at the 
toilet, arms akimbo, and let a long, strong stream of piss splash down 
into the bowl. In spite of myself I moved to his side and watched. "I 
always envied your ability to do that," I told him softly.

"Yeah, I remember," Tim grinned. "Once you tried to do it. You stood up 
and held your pussy lips apart to direct your piss, but it went all 
over the floor instead. Speaking of wet floors, what were you doing in 
here, high dives?"

"Oh ... the water just ran over, that's all," I said, blushing, and 
making haste to mop up the last of the water.

"I think you're lying." Tim gave his cock a couple of shakes and 
flushed the toilet. "You weren't playing with yourself, were you?" He 
faced me boldly and as I averted my eyes I noticed that his cock was 
rising sharply. The idea of my playing with myself was obviously a turn 
on for him. And in my overheated condition that could well come in 
handy.

"Maybe I was," I said, and pointedly picked up the douche bag. When I 
unscrewed the nozzle I looked him in the eye and now it was Tim's turn 
to blush. "And maybe I wasn't. Why, you wouldn't tell on me, would 
you?"

"Oh no ... no, I'd be the last to do that." His cock was still going 
up. "It's just that I've never seen a girl do that to herself. I mean 
... how do you do it?"

"It's very easy." I put the douche away and turned back to him. The 
robe hung open and when my hands caressed my exposed belly Tim's cock 
reached its peak. Hard and throbbing, it stood out like the leaning 
tower of Pisa, and his knob glowed invitingly. "I just stroke myself 
softly, ever so softly, running my hands over all the sensitive parts 
and thinking of wonderful things. And then I lick my nipples and 
squeeze my tits, or I push things up my cunt, or maybe I'll rub my 
clitoris like this." My finger disappeared between my labia and rotated 
rapidly. Tim's eyes were bulging out of his face. He even got down on 
his knees to watch more closely, peering into my pussy until he 
couldn't take it anymore.

"Wow!" he breathed, straightening up and regarding me with new respect 
and lust. "I can't tell you how that makes me feel!" Without another 
word he turned me around and ripped the robe off my shoulders. It fell 
to the floor and left me naked, helpless, while my brother bent me 
forward and caressed my ass passionately. His intentions were obvious. 
Already my cunt drooled and throbbed at the thought of his powerful 
prick entering once more. My hands found support on the edge of the tub 
and my feet tried to get a grip on the damp floor. This would be the 
last time, positively, I didn't want my brother to get too possessive 
of me. But I couldn't refuse him this time. His hot breath brushed 
along my nape, his hands pulled at my ass and opened my cunt up wide, 
his knob bumped against me, no, I couldn't refuse, I had to have him!

It slipped in so easily, so smoothly, that it was in to the hilt before 
I knew it. Then it hit me with a bang, pushing the breath out of my 
lungs and buckling my knees. The floor was too slippery, my feet lost 
their grip, and I went down in a heap. I ended up draped over the 
bathtub's side with Tim on top of me rutting like a maniac. Everything 
was cold, wet, and uncomfortable, the hard edges hurt my belly, and one 
of my tits was squashed against the tub. But his dick was in me, 
pulsating, pushing, pummeling, digging in as if it meant to stay 
forever, and that made everything alright.

I loved his passionate approach. He wanted me more than anything and 
even though he had me he couldn't seem to get enough. Several times he 
stopped fucking me, to keep very still for a minute each time only to 
begin all over with long, cautious strokes that gradually built back up 
to his former speed. I guessed he didn't want to blow. Even when he was 
still inside me his throbbing cock sent the most delicious impulses 
through my body. My cunt clamped about his hot, hard meat to pick up 
every pulse, and as it did I realized how inadequate the douche nozzle 
had been. There was nothing like a thick, long, living cock to make a 
girl feel like a woman!

"How does it feel!" panted Tim, slamming his dick deep into my quailing 
pussy. "Do you like it, Jackie? Are you coming?"

"Oh yesss, yesssss!" I whispered, but I couldn't tell if I was coming 
or not. My body was in turmoil and that turmoil felt wonderful, much 
like a drawn-out climax. His cock pried and prodded and his pubic hair 
chafed against my asshole to add an excruciating tickle to the general 
ecstasy, and his hard, muscular body against my back was like a savage 
caress, everything was working ... but could I give myself to him? He 
was my brother, we had to live in the same house, and if one of us grew 
to depend on the other there would be no end of trouble. That's what 
held me back, and what had made me resort to the anonymous nozzle that 
morning. Even as he fucked me into semi-oblivion I couldn't shake that 
thought.

"So am I. Oh Jesus, it feels good. I'm coming now, Jackie, hold on, 
hold on, AAAARRRRGGHHHHHHUNH!!!" With a mighty bellow he contracted his 
whole body to squeeze out a final salvo of cream. I felt it hit home, 
then slither down the cunt walls, sensual little snails that made me 
shiver with sudden pleasure. It was over. His cock shriveled up inside 
me and slipped out. Droplets of sperm fell to the floor. When he got 
off me the cool air turned my sweat into a cold, unpleasant fluid. It 
had to be the last time.

"Let's sleep together every night" said Tim, still flushed with the 
excitement of it all. "I love you, Jackie, I really do. You're not the 
first girl I've slept with but you're easily the best. Say you love me. 
Say you'll sleep with me all the time. It's all I want in life."

"No, I can't do that Tim, and you know it." Time for good, hard common 
sense. Tim looked like a whipped dog when I explained the situation to 
him. "Besides, I'm going to be married in a matter of days, and we're 
leaving for Europe straight after. So what's the point of even talking 
about it?" I finished off.

"Why should you go through with it?" Tim said heatedly. "What's he got 
that I don't have? Look at this cock? Is his any bigger. And who could 
love you better than your own brother, tell me that?"

"Now you're talking nonsense," I said coldly. I put the robe back on 
and got out of the bathroom. It was too close in there, too intimate. I 
needed a little distance between us to get the right message across. "I 
love you like a sister. Sex doesn't change that. We won't sleep 
together again, Tim, not for quite a while. You may as well resign 
yourself to that."

"But why not!" he yelled.

"See, now you're angry. I decide that you should take my virginity, and 
what happens? You want the lot. Well, that's the last time I do anyone 
a favor," I said bitterly.

"Oh, now don't be like that." His tone changed at once. "I appreciate 
what you've done ... and I'll do my best to keep it straight between 
us."

He left the bathroom and I sponged my pussy down until the last traces 
of his sperm had been removed. I felt badly about being so brusque with 
my brother but pretty soon my thoughts turned to a more pleasant 
subject: Doctor Eddie. He was so much like Dad to look at and secretly 
I began to speculate on his size. Would he be as big? Would his cock be 
as brown and thick? Shame on me! I shouldn't think about relations that 
way. And would his balls hang as low? I smiled at myself in the mirror. 
Perhaps I ought to try and find out. After all, this was my week!

I dressed myself casually, choosing tight jeans, a sexy halter top, and 
I let my hair flow freely. Eddie liked that kind of look. He was a 
pretty hip guy for forty, who wore his dark hair long enough to curl 
over his collar and liked to blow joints during his lunch hour. When I 
walked into his office he greeted me with a wide, open smile and said: 
"So you're going to get married, huh? Well, that's great. I hope you'll 
be happy. Come on, make yourself comfortable, and I'll roll one for us 
both. You have to celebrate these occasions, right?"

"Right, Uncle," I said.

"Edna," he said, speaking into the intercom, "tell Mr. Farnsworth I'll 
be delayed and to be patient with me. He winked at me and took out a 
leather pouch from a drawer. "Yeah, all the girls who once used to come 
in here with chafed knees are now marching up the aisle. Makes me 
wonder what I'm waiting for. I guess they'll all be divorced soon 
enough, then I can take my pick."

"Oh, don't say that!" I said. "You make it sound so predictable. I want 
Frank and me to be together forever!"

"And you will be," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He rolled a 
long, thick joint, one that reminded me sharply of other joints, 
pendulous ones seen in bath and bedrooms. We shared it in silence. The 
smoke was acrid and a little rough on my throat, drying it out and 
scratching it. But that was well worth the fulsome rush it gave me. 
With every puff I could feel my fantasies gaining power over hard-nosed 
reality. Eddie and I were sitting on his examining couch, and as we 
smoked we gazed through the Venetian blinds out into the backyard where 
verdant shrubs and tall trees relieved the urban sprawl. He was so 
close to me that I could grab him, rape him, do anything with him! Why 
didn't I? Uncle Eddie wouldn't tell on me. He might refuse me but it 
would always be our secret. The grass made me lightheaded, anything 
seemed possible. But before I could make a move he started to talk 
again.

"Frank's a level-headed guy," he said, staring at the shrubs. "He'll 
treat you right. And if you push him a bit he'll satisfy you, I'm sure 
of that. You have to push men. Most of them are sexually lazy, you 
know. After the honeymoon they're no longer the ardent lechers of the 
drive-in movies. I lived with this woman once who said I could have her 
any time I wanted her. Well, for a while that was fun. I took her in 
all sorts of positions, while she was on the phone to her mother, 
leaning out of the window talking with a friend, in public toilets, 
anywhere! "But after a while it got to be tedious. I could have her so 
why should I try? It got to the point where I was happier jerking off. 
She left and another took her place, one who never gave me a full 
account of how she felt about it. Some nights she'd be reluctant, other 
nights she'd be downright cold, but if I pushed through she'd always 
surrender. What a woman ..." He shook his head and prepared another 
joint. His fingers moved deftly. They were big fingers, strong fingers, 
and as I looked at them I felt my pussy twinge violently. In my 
imagination I saw those fingers poking up my cunt, strumming my 
clitoris, and that was enough to bring down a flood of juices to stain 
my underpants. I just hoped it wouldn't soak through to my jeans ... 
although that would give him the hint.

"You've had a lot of women by the sound of it," I said softly.

"I guess so, baby," he grinned, snapping out of his pensive mood. "I 
don't know what comes over me sometimes. You tell me you're getting 
married and I remember the times I dandled you on my knee. That's 
corny, isn't it?"

"Not at all."

"Sure it is. Anyway, you're ripe for marriage. Really, Jackie, you've 
grown into a beautiful girl-woman, I should say." His eyes ran over me, 
cold, professional, for a moment, and another deep tremor thrilled 
through my innards. "Well, let's get on with the examination. I guess 
you'll want a prescription for the pill and a bill of health?"

"Yes please." The two joints had made my head fuzzy. Nothing was 
normal. When I reached back to untie the halter top it felt as though I 
was putting on a show. There was a sensual rhythm to all my movements 
and my eyes made contact with his to convey something other than family 
feeling to him. Eddie mistook the meaning of my affectionate look and 
merely winked in reply. How could he guess what I was going through? It 
was as though all of Tim's lovemaking had been mere foreplay. I was 
steaming, throbbing, feverish with lust! The halter fell to the floor. 
I made no attempt to pick it up. Instead I stood there and faced my 
uncle, my tits jutting out at him shamelessly. Nothing was said. 
Suddenly there was a tension in the air. Those tits seemed to grow like 
Pinocchio's nose, reaching for him, tentacles of flesh that wanted to 
entrap him, draw him in and hold him close to my body so that my cunt 
could suck his cock! With that peculiarly focussed awareness caused by 
grass, I could feel each drop of juice oozing out of my pussy and 
dribbling down inside me only to be absorbed by my jeans. Were they 
noticeably wet? I didn't dare look down.

Now it was time to take off my jeans. First I sat down to take off my 
jeans and then I faced him again. Uncle Eddie hadn't moved from the 
spot. It was as though he couldn't tear himself away. I had a hard time 
shimmying out of my jeans. Now it really became like a strip show. I 
blushed at my own slowness. Inch by inch my jeans moved down to reveal 
more of my naked body. Uncle Eddie stood there and stared ... or was he 
merely bored and waiting for me to be done? The suspense was killing 
me! With every inch of flesh I exposed to him I felt new surges of 
desire. I wanted to see his cock, I wanted to see it so badly that the 
very idea of seeing it made me rubbery kneed! Through the cloth of his 
pants I could see a vague intimation of cock but it didn't tell me 
nearly enough about it.

"God, they're so tight!" I said apologetically when my jeans were 
finally off. Eddie nodded. His eyes were fixed on my tits or 
thereabouts. With a sudden upsurge of self-consciousness I moved back 
onto the couch and kept my thighs firmly together. Still he didn't 
move. My arms covered my tits and my crossed legs kept my pussy from 
view. I felt a strange sensation in my chest, the kind that comes when 
you dream you're naked in a public place. I wished he would get down to 
business, never mind sex or his cock, just get it over with!

"Ah, you're all ready then," he said, snapping out of his immobile 
state. "My goodness, that's good grass isn't it? I was miles away, 
trying to figure out whether quasars are black holes turned inside out. 
Sorry about that. Now put your feet into the stirrups and I'll check 
your insides."

He adjusted the metal stands and, loath as I was to part my legs, I put 
my feet into them. Now I was completely helpless. My legs were open so 
wide that it almost hurt, my pussy yawned at him in the face and it was 
cocked up at him in such a way that it was his to do with as he 
pleased. My fear was temporary, to put it mildly. When Eddie stood 
between my obscenely opened legs I had to fight back the impulse to 
move my hips up and down at him in lewd invitation. I wanted him so 
badly, couldn't he tell? My cunt was dripping, slavering, frothing at 
the mouth and he hadn't even touched me!

"Where are my gloves?" he said, looking around. His eyes, I noticed, 
were quite bloodshot. He must have been smoking even before I arrived. 
"Oh, screw it, I'll have to do it bareback."

"Uncle Eddie!" I exclaimed. "Don't be rude!"

"Huh? Oh yeah ... doctor's talk, baby, don't worry." He leaned down and 
scrutinized my cunt. "Looks good, looks good," he muttered. "Is this 
your normal condition, Jackie? I mean, are you always as moist as 
this?"

"I don't think so," I said, trying to sound sarcastic so he'd get the 
message. It didn't seem to penetrate. With both thumbs he opened my 
inner lips and peered inside. I could feel his gaze burning my flesh 
like a laser beam and in spite of myself I started to squirm about on 
the table. If this went on for a minute longer I'd tell him to screw 
me! This business of throwing out hints was getting me nowhere.

"Really wet," he mumbled to himself. "But I guess you're all worked up 
about the nuptials and all that."

"That must be it."

"Most girls dry up, though," he said, straightening up and looking me 
right in the eye. "You seem to be looking forward to it. Tell me, 
Jackie, are you still a virgin?" I didn't answer. All I did was shake 
my head and stare right back at him. The electricity that passed 
between us caused the sparks to fly. The message had been delivered. 
When he bent over my cunt this time his fingers weren't so efficient. 
They slipped when they tried to hold the orifice open and when the two 
fingers were inside me they jiggled back and forth, shyly giving me 
extra stimulation. I didn't need it! My body was on fire with lust, my 
hips were shaking, my cunt was drowning in its own juices! Eddie kept 
fingering me. It was less tentative now, the pretence was dropping away 
rapidly, and at last he shoved two fingers inside me and began to fuck 
me with them. That felt wonderful! Still I wanted the real thing. Had I 
been a stranger I would have told him that, but being family made it 
too difficult to find the right words. So I lay there with my legs kept 
wide apart by the stirrups, making the best of the sensation of his 
fingers sliding in and out of my blustering, soggy box.

"Such a beautiful girl," I heard Eddie say. "Just like your mother 
twenty years ago, perfect, tight build, firm, oh Jesus I wanted your 
mother so badly! Your Dad got her, of course, but I spent nights 
thinking about her, crazy nights! And then, when I set up practice 
here, she came to me for her Pap smear and her breast examinations ... 
and it never occurred to her that I might want to do more for her. Now 
you're here. I think there's a conspiracy going on up there. You're so 
beautiful, Jackie, too beautiful!" He ended with a weird whimper and 
next thing I knew he was down on me. I sat up as far as I could to make 
sure of it, and there he was, on his knees before my open cunt! I lay 
back with a sigh of contentment as his tongue snaked up my pussy, 
flicking and writhing up there to trigger off bombs of delight. Yes, 
yes, that was great--but would he go all the way?

"Oh Eddie!" I groaned, pushing forward with my ass to feed him more. 
"You shouldn't be doing this! It's so nice but it's wrong!" He tried to 
say something but his words were muffled by my cunt. His whole mouth 
was pressed against my lips now and his tongue lolled about in the 
valley like it wanted to experience every part of it right away. It 
darted to my clitoris, pushed at the top of my slit, rushed down to my 
asshole and back into my cunt entrance, restless, ardent, accompanied 
by deep sighs and vulgar sucking sounds as he drank in my juices. I 
loved the way he loved me. There was no doubt that he'd been aching to 
do this for a long time and now he was making up for all those wasted 
occasions. And I, bearing the brunt of his assault, was being given the 
best tonguing any woman had had.

"Eddie, please!" I moaned, after wallowing in semi-orgasmic baths of 
sensation. "I'm losing control! I can't take this much more! We'll end 
up doing something really wrong!" And in my mind I added: PLEASE!!

Eddie stood up. His face was wet and his tongue licked around his lips 
to clean off the remains of my cunt fluids. For a moment it looked as 
though he'd recovered from his outburst of incest, and for that moment 
I suffered. But then his hands went to his belt, he undid it, unzipped 
the pants, and let them fall to the floor. There it was, the unveiling. 
Tall as Dad's cock, as thick as his, too, brown, throbbing, low-slung 
balls loaded with cream, a brake of dark hair surrounding the base and 
growing up his belly ... I stared at it until every last detail had 
been absorbed, and by that time he had his cock in hand and aimed it at 
my cunt.

I closed my eyes when the tip of his knob touched me down there. This 
was a moment to be relished. But then I added to it by opening my eyes 
ever so slightly, seeing him out of focus--and it might have been my 
father who stood there feeding his cock into my maw! A shudder ran 
through me, so violent that it shook away the last of my inhibitions. 
"Yes, yes, yes!" I yelled, eagerly shoving my ass at his cock to get it 
up myself. "Fuck me now, I want you, I want you, ooooohhhhhh more, more 
more!" It inched its way up me, boring a tunnel into my body in the 
process, filling me to the point of bursting, and adding fire to my 
most secret fantasy until it roared high and consumed me utterly. He 
might as well be my father, they were brothers and very close after 
all. Yes, it was Dad, it was his cock driving into me with such force, 
hard and hot and heavily lined with veins, the very same cock I'd seen 
in the bathroom not long ago. It was that cock! I heard myself moaning 
loudly and my hands reached for him in vain. Eddie stood back, his 
hands on the stirrups, his back laboring to send his dick flying into 
me with juice-splattering impact. His eyes were half closed too, no 
doubt for the sake of travelling back in time to twenty years ago when 
my mother had had a monopoly on his fancy. It was as though we were 
fucking by proxy!

"Come in me!" I moaned. "Come now, Da-- ... Eddie! I want to feel you 
explode inside me, come, come, COOOMMMMMMMMMM OH YES, COME, I LOVE IT, 
COME, AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH ..." It was an explosion. His hot cream burst 
free inside me and whitewashed my innards in an instant. Eddie's grunts 
were like those uttered by a karate chopper, each grunt accompanying a 
deep thrust that delivered more juice to my deepest depths. I felt as 
though I was flying backward, airborne on ecstasies that defied 
description. I came with him and his brother, he came in me and my 
mother, double the pleasure for half the price.

I was surprised when he didn't stop. His cock grew small and soft but 
his loins kept banging into me, driving that stub in and out of my 
distended hole vigorously. It felt very pleasant in that condition, a 
kind of intimate caress enhanced by the circumstances, The fantasies 
had been dissipated; it was me getting fucked by my uncle now and I 
started to enjoy that, too. His cock went through the doldrums and came 
out at full sail. I could feel it swell inside, pulsing toward 
erectness with devastating potency. And when it was full-blown it 
stretched my cunt just as much as it had before, only this time there 
was his sperm to lubricate the long, far-reaching strokes. This was an 
unexpected bonus. At first I didn't know how to respond, but then I 
realized that he had me at such a high plateau of pleasure already that 
all I needed to climax was a good shove. And that he gave me over and 
over.

It was a great second course. He leaned over me this time and kneaded 
my tits with both hands while his cock moved in and out like a well-
oiled piston. It was as though he put me into a boat and pushed me out 
onto an ocean of bliss. I just floated, barely aware of the powerful 
thrusting down below, content to wallow in it all. And when he came 
again it was just another nudge that brought my boat further along the 
smooth surface of the ocean. I was half asleep when he pulled out, 
lying back with a Cheshire grin and a body so finely tuned that it felt 
as though it wasn't there.

"Er ... I'm afraid Mr. Farnsworth has to be attended to," said Eddie. 
He had his pants back on and held out his hand to help me off the 
table. Still lost in my happy daze I went through the motions of 
dressing and left his office with my prescription firmly clutched in 
one hand.



Chapter 3


"I got a live one for you," Veronica told me over lunch. "He's going to 
drop by this evening so you just make sure you're here on time or I'll 
take him for myself! Really, Jackie, he's gorgeous, big and blond, a 
real Viking."

"Sounds great," I said, but my heart wasn't in it. My uncle had put the 
finishing touches to my pleasures; there didn't seem anything left to 
experience. Of course it would be fun to do it all over again but 
already I was wondering how long one could go on having the same kind 
of fun.

"What's the matter?" my cousin asked. "You look unhappy. You're not 
worried about Frank, are you?"

"In a way I am. I mean, he's home sitting on his hands and I'm fucking 
people left and right ... that can't be right, can it?"

"You've had two men," Veronica scoffed, "and already you feel like a 
tramp. Boy, by the end of the week you'll think you're a two-dollar 
hooker! Relax, Jackie, remember that if you don't know what you're 
doing, I do. Just be here by eight."

I nodded and tried to shift my thoughts over into another track. It was 
odd how suddenly my good mood had given way to depression. In the house 
next door Tim sat alone, probably brooding about our sexual bouts, 
wondering how it had happened. And I sat in my cousin's house, keeping 
her company while her parents were away. Everything wore the air of an 
anticlimax.

"Hey, cheer up!" Veronica leaned over the table and pinched my cheek. 
"You're not going to cry, are you?"

"No," I said firmly, but I wondered whether I would or not. She got up 
from her chair and walked over to squat beside me. Her arm went around 
my waist and she drew me to her.

"I know, too many experiences in too short a time. Well, don't you 
worry, you've got a friend in me. Come over here and sit on the couch 
with me, I'll turn on the TV and we'll relax together, okay?" Like a 
little kid I let her take my hand and pull me over to the couch, and 
when she sat down beside me I felt a wave of gratitude sweep over me. 
She was such a good friend! She let me snuggle up against her and with 
the remote control device she switched the TV on to a football game. I 
looked at the screen without seeing the specifics of the action. All I 
was aware of was the soft warmth of her body and the colors shifting 
about before my eyes. Her hand ran through my hair slowly, soothingly, 
and her voice made comforting sounds. Veronica was right, there was 
nothing to worry about. I could trust her. She would look after me. I 
snuggled up a little more and started to take some notice of the game. 
A number of men were bent over with their asses toward the camera, 
asses clad in tight white pants that covered less than they implied. 
Narrow hips, muscular buttocks, genitals cradled in protective devices, 
suddenly it was all very sexy! They got in line and faced another line 
of surreal-looking guys, then someone did something and they all ran 
into each other, like two stampedes running down an alley in opposite 
directions. A stifled roar reached the microphones, men tumbled, 
wrestled, fell, tangling into a mess of hard, sweaty flesh and pads. 
Somehow my depression grew smaller, eroded by a tingling, warm 
sensation bubbling upward from my pussy like a seltzer fountain on a 
summer's day. It registered vaguely that Veronica's hands were on my 
breasts, squeezing the bare flesh under my halter and working the 
garment down and out of the way. How delicious that felt, how she 
spoiled me! My nipples hardened under her delicate touch, my breasts 
seemed to swell with passion and pride. A man ran with the ball, others 
chased him, they ran with fast, pumping strides so that their thighs 
rippled with power. Images of white stallions came to my mind, muscular 
hindquarters flexing as they mounted me. Veronica's hands were so 
smooth, so deft, that my whole body began to wallow and luxuriate under 
her touch. I wanted more, I wanted to give more and take more, I wanted 
to be naked in her arms with my cunt aimed at the television in case 
one of those stallions galloped out of the screen!

But Veronica was in charge. She took off my top and held me from behind 
so that both her hands fitted snugly over my tits. I sat between her 
legs and my sensory nerves were on red alert about that area where her 
pubic bone pressed against my ass. Cousin, brother, uncle, and now my 
cousin again. At least Frank wasn't facing any outside competition. Ah, 
fuck Frank, fuck marriage, fuck everything, and especially fuck me!

"You're enjoying this, aren't you Jackie?" Veronica murmured. "Look at 
those studs, you're going to have one just like it. This guy's cock is 
the size of a fire hydrant and he knows how to use it, too. You're 
going to have a ball, I promise you. And I'm going to be with you the 
whole time." Her last statement made me ridiculously happy. I twisted 
around in her arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Veronica 
worked her tongue deep down my throat and continued to caress my tits, 
pinching the nipples and bruising my soft flesh gently with her long 
fingernails. Now my pussy lay on top of her knee which was bony enough 
to bear the brunt of my burgeoning lust. I undulated my hips over her 
knee so that it pressed against my cunt through my jeans, and 
stimulated my throbbing, red-hot clitoris most gratifyingly.

It amazed me to think that sex had been such a lackluster proposition 
to me only minutes earlier. Now it consumed me! I kissed my cousin 
fiercely, doing my utmost to urge her to take action without actually 
asking for it. Veronica ran her hands down my bare back, all the way to 
the waistband of my jeans and there she teased me by slipping her 
fingers down under my pants to get at the flesh of my ass. But she 
wouldn't go far enough. Her fingertips rested at that part where the 
flesh started to swell and curve up to form my buns. Below that split 
curve was where I needed her fingers! My cunt pulsed with lust, it 
drooled and ached, it begged to be impaled; but my sly cousin held 
back.

The last of my inhibitions gave way under pressure of my desires. I 
humped her knee with unabashed enthusiasm and rested my face between 
her small tits while my fingers tried to unbutton her blouse. She 
didn't help me nor did she hold me back. There was an enigmatic smile 
on her face as she watched me fumble with those buttons, and when they 
finally did open up she let me make merry with her firm little tits, 
too. I felt elated at having taken the initiative. Now she was mine. I 
was seducing her! My lips were around her nipples, one by one, and my 
hands squeezed her resilient little mounds, and my tongue pushed its 
way into her mouth. Veronica was yielding to me and her breathing 
became irregular. She was mine!

Her blouse came off, her shorts went next, and now she was sitting on 
the couch wearing only her panties. Her crotch bobbed up at me as I 
kneeled down between her legs, tempting me to eat her before I could 
remove the final garment. But I kept a grip on myself. The panties 
slithered down her thighs, over her knees, and her pussy pushed up at 
me, splitting down the middle and displaying moist pink pink flesh for 
me to eat. I started to tremble. Her cunt flesh looked delicious, so 
fulsome and rosy that the saliva ran into my mouth and made me swallow 
heavily several times before I could go down on her. Veronica leaned 
back into the couch and rested both arms along the back of it. Her 
small tits were made even smaller as a result, and for a second it 
looked as though I was about to eat a boy without a cock. Had I needed 
any more stimulation that would have driven me to eat her up. As it 
was, seeing her boyishness only made me attack her with all my heart. 
She pulled away in alarm as my mouth opened wide and bit into her cunt, 
but when she realized I wasn't going to bite through, she relaxed 
again.

Her flesh was smooth, slippery, rubbery between my lips. Sparse blond 
hair chafed against my nose and cheeks as my mouth burrowed into her 
cunt to get at the well of tart, tasty fluids. Lean thighs tensed up 
under my hands and the nervous shudders that ran through her body gave 
me all the encouragement I needed. I wanted to make it beautiful for 
her because that would make it all the better for me, and my needs were 
immense at that moment. It dawned on me that I still had on my jeans 
and that the crotch was getting soaking wet. My pussy was 
uncomfortable, it wanted to be free and within range of a finger or 
something. But I couldn't pull away from Veronica's cunt, I liked it 
far too much.

I'd learned a lot in so little time. There was no awkwardness in the 
way my tongue lapped at her clitoris, everything came naturally to me. 
My tongue snuck up her tight channel, it licked its way around her 
fulsome lips, flicked at her hard little knob, working around and about 
until my cousin began to squirm in ecstasy. "Oh, that's enough!" she 
panted. "Please, Jackie, give me a turn!" I shook my head and pressed 
my nose against her clitoris so my tongue could worm its way even 
deeper into her cunt. Veronica tried to push me away but she had no 
strength in her arms. Like a limp doll she flopped back on the couch 
and moaned helplessly as my tongue demolished her. My hands were busy 
during this time, too. Those boyish breasts were the delight of my 
fingertips, and now and then I would squeeze the hard cheeks of her ass 
to improve on the illusion. She was like a boy in so many ways ... but 
her cunt was one hundred percent female, there was no doubt about that. 
The rich, piquant juices poured out of her as though she'd sprung a 
leak, to trickle in rivulets over my tongue and down my throat, a 
never-ending stream of joy. My cousin seemed to be melting from the 
outside in.

"No, nooooohhh," she groaned suddenly. "No, that's enough! Get off now, 
Jackie, I can't take it anymore!" She sounded as though she meant it 
but I couldn't tear myself away just yet. My face and her cunt had 
welded together and I felt as though I was actually making headway into 
her body. "Stop!" she cried hoarsely. Her hands tried to push my head 
away again, and failed again. "Jackie, pleeeeaaassseee!!!" Under the 
desperation I detected a note of animal pleasure, and so I sucked and 
licked and fingered even harder. "OHMIGOD! OOOHHHNOOOOOOOOOO, JACKIE, 
NO, NO, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, I'M FALLING!" It really sounded as though 
she was falling. Her whole body became rigid and her hands grabbed hold 
of the couch's pillows, her legs wrapped themselves about my head and 
then, just as her voice reached the high C, she faded away into a 
quivering jelly which moaned very softly.

I looked up in time to see her eyes close. "Veronica? Are you okay?" No 
answer. I shook her but she just moaned and turned over. She was 
sleeping! I was shocked, and not a little put out. "Hey, what about 
me?" I asked petulantly. Veronica snored softly.

Her younger brother, Ned, would be home in a few hours, so I couldn't 
let her go to sleep in the nude on the couch. What would he think? It 
wasn't easy but I managed to get her shorts and her blouse back on, 
even straightened the couch up and ran my fingers through her close-
cropped hair. When everything looked respectable I went back to my room 
via the tree. It was in the middle of the afternoon, it was hot out and 
very quiet. I thought about taking a nap but I was restless, feeling 
like a caged panther for some reason. As I paced I checked out Tim's 
room. He was out. Too bad ... although I told myself I wouldn't have 
let him fuck me anyway. No matter how restless I was.

The clock moved very slowly. I took a shower and sat in the kitchen in 
my robe, drinking iced tea and watching the football game. Nothing 
could get the hands of the clock to move faster. Three hours to eight 
o'clock. It might as well have been an eternity! Now and then my hands 
slipped down under my robe and toyed with my pussy, but since my folks 
were due to come home at any minute I really didn't want to get myself 
started. Even sitting down was risqué! My pussy had contact with the 
seat of the chair, which was hard and pressed against me. This was 
madness! I'd never be able to wait till eight!

But I did. Right after dinner, dressed once more in slacks and blouse, 
I went up to my room and used the tree to get to Veronica's room. I 
found her seated on her bed, facing a young man who listened to her 
politely. He was all she said he'd be: blond, big, strong, and hung! 
His clothes were form-fitting to the point of giving all his secrets 
away, and when we were introduced my eyes just naturally wandered to 
his crotch to see what he had growing there. It looked as though he'd 
brought his pet boa constrictor!

"Harry works out a lot," Veronica said with a secret wink. "Don't you, 
Harry?"

"Every day," Harry replied. His eyes were wandering along my private 
parts, too. "Lots of push-ups and back presses. I work on my thighs, 
too." I felt faint just thinking about thighs. His were big, as big as 
those belonging to the white stallions on TV, and I could imagine how 
it would be to have them clamped against my sides, a vise of muscle 
holding me immobilized while that big cock pounded me to pieces! I sat 
down hastily and asked Veronica for a cigarette.

"Harry knows why he's here," Veronica went on, lighting the cigarette 
for me, "and I can tell he's delighted that I have such a beautiful 
cousin. Isn't that right, Harry?"

"You bet." His clear blue eyes met mine for a moment and I could see he 
was dying for a piece of my ass. All the more reason to make him wait a 
little. Get him good and keen. God, I could use a rabid lover! The 
restlessness hadn't left me for a moment and as I faced Harry and his 
impressive lap it grew to monstrous proportions: my restlessness, that 
is. His snake lay still, waiting to strike.

"How can you be so patient!" exclaimed Veronica. "Look at that hunk of 
man! Don't you feel like raping him?" Harry smiled at me as if to 
encourage me.

"I really think he's the one who ought to do the raping," I shrugged. 
"But if that's the way you want it, I'll go along with you."

"I think you'll enjoy it," said Veronica. She took the half-smoked 
cigarette from between my fingers and stubbed it out. "Sit perfectly 
still, Harry; my cousin is going to work out on you."

"You are going to help, aren't you?" I asked, suddenly intimidated.

"Don't worry," she said grimly. We stood up and moved toward the 
Viking, who sat in his easy chair and watched our approach with 
surprising calm. "Let's strip for action first." We did, and Harry's 
equanimity began to show a few cracks. His snake twitched uneasily and 
he shifted from side to side in the easy chair. But when he tried to 
grab hold of me my cousin responded with a sharp slap to his wrist. 
"Sit still, Harry, or you'll blow it!" she warned him. Harry obeyed at 
once. But the gleam in his eyes told me of his intentions, and that 
smouldering fire in my belly roared up to send flames shooting to all 
parts of my body.

As one we kneeled down between those massive thighs, and our hands 
caressed his pants legs tenderly. All I felt was hard flesh, unyielding 
masculinity, and my hand kept on moving up, up, toward that uncoiling 
boa. Since I was on his left it was closer to me, but Veronica's hand 
moved a little quicker and she got hold of it first. She closed her 
fingers about it through the cloth of his pants and began to rub it, 
which left nothing for me to grab.

"Give me some!" I demanded. Veronica shook her head and kept rubbing 
his cock. There was only one way to get my share and that was to go 
through his fly. I unzipped him in a flash and my hand dove down into 
his pants. I had to grope about for a bit before my hand got past his 
underpants but then I had him by the balls and Veronica lost her grip. 
"Jesus, it's very big!" I said, talking to myself. It was half hard 
already and when my fist closed around his stalk it rapidly thickened 
into a hard, hot rod. Veronica undid his belt and pulled his pants down 
a way to get her share. Both of us had forgotten about the rest of him. 
Only his cock fascinated us. And when it rose out of his crumpled 
undergarments, we both said: "Ooooohhhh!" like two little girls 
witnessing a fireworks display for the first time. Eight, maybe nine, 
inches of heavily veined cock rose out of all that textile, the brown 
skin drawn taut, turning a dark pink half an inch before his glans. And 
that knob, what a delight it was to behold! It seemed to be straining 
to contain itself and it was made expressly to be licked, of that we 
were both sure. Our heads moved toward the helmet-shaped crown and our 
tongues touched down on it together. Now we were no longer rivals but 
partners. His cock was big enough for the both of us!

Harry immediately made himself more comfortable and let out a groan of 
happiness as our tongues continued to twist and spiral around his 
sensitive knob. When the tip of my tongue pushed down into the tiny 
slit on top he began to sigh deeply; but that may have been due to 
Veronica taking his balls into her mouth. No matter! We worked as a 
team, licking and sucking that big cock until it gleamed wetly from his 
scrotum to the tip of his glans. His pants were around his ankles, our 
tits pressed into his knees, hands stroked over his hard, hairy flesh, 
fondled his heavy balls, and Harry lapped it up like a sultan.

Once we were a little jaded with the cock's novelty, my cousin and I 
began to pay more attention to each other. Both of us opened our mouths 
wide and brushed our lips along the sides of his dick in such a way 
that our lips made contact, a shivering, sensual contact that made us 
eager for more. But the fact that his cock towered between us only 
intensified our double-barreled passion. We had to kiss around it and 
we had to fondle each other's tits and ass without alarming the master. 
He didn't know what was happening, so that wasn't much of a problem. 
His eyes were closed, his mouth was slack, and deep, heartfelt sighs 
was all we heard from him. We grew bolder, kissing each other 
passionately and regaling his cock only with our cheeks and hands. Much 
as I liked his stud body, there was something about Veronica's soft 
sensuality that appealed to me more, and she seemed to feel the same 
way.

"Hey, what's going on here!" Harry woke up to us all of a sudden. "Are 
you playing at being lezzies!?"

"Oh no, just filling in time," Veronica said with ballbusting acidity.

"What do you mean?" His offensive had been turned back on him and he 
sat back to figure his confusion out in comfort.

"What I mean, dear heart, is that you're not doing your job. When women 
start to make love to each other that means the man isn't holding up 
his part of the bargain. Is that clear enough for you?"

"Oh ... yeah, I see." He looked at us for a moment, taking in our naked 
bodies, our entwined hands, our closeness, and as he looked a change of 
expression came over his face. A small light began to burn in his eyes, 
a pinpoint of light that gave him a terrible appearance. I started to 
draw away from him, terrified suddenly. "Yeah, I get the picture," he 
said hoarsely. "You two bitches are trying to make a fool out of me. 
You want to tease me and then you want to throw me out. Well, I don't 
play games like that!"

"No, no, we didn't intend anything of the sort!" I said, but Veronica 
nudged me to shut up. Harry grabbed hold of the armrests and hoisted 
himself onto his feet. Every muscle was taut, especially those in his 
jaws. His cock was no longer the nice toy; it was a weapon, rock-hard, 
throbbing ominously above us, a jousting lance and a pig sticker. I 
wanted to get the hell out of there but it was too late. He grabbed 
hold of my hair with one hand and dragged me across the room. Rough 
carpet chafed against my skin, mad panic put all my senses out of 
action as I reached for my cousin to rescue me. She jumped up and 
followed us but Harry turned and pushed her face in. She tumbled back 
and tried again. Harry picked me up in his powerful arms and took me 
into the nearest bedroom, which happened to be the one belonging to 
Veronica's parents. He threw me on the huge double bed so I bounced 
about crazily, and when I came to rest he flung himself upon me.

"Get out of this room!" I heard Veronica yell. "You can use mine but 
don't mess up this bed!" The next sound was that of a sharp slap, and 
now everything fell silent. Only his heavy breathing reached my ears. I 
felt faint and distant. His heavy body crushed mine into the soft bed, 
and there was something hammering against my pussy. He felt so rough, 
so hard, like a bull trying to mount me, but he had me pinned down and 
all I could do was submit.

That battering seemed to be having the desired effect. I felt my cunt 
muscles yielding painfully, a thick foreign body entered my cunt; it 
bashed and pushed at my tender flesh, which had gone dry with the 
panic, and all I could do was gasp. There was no air left in my body. 
His dead weight had pressed it out of my lungs and that battering down 
below kept me from taking a breather. The desperation made me straggle 
in earnest. This wasn't a game anymore!

"Get offffff!!" I gasped, twisting my body under his and freeing my 
arms from his grasp. Harry must have been too distracted by his efforts 
to get into my pussy because I succeeded in sliding out from under him. 
But in a flash he was on top of me again and now his loins smashed his 
cock into me mercilessly.

"Fucking bitch!" he hissed. "You wanna play, right! Well, I'm playing, 
and how do you like it!" Bang, bang, bang! His cock brutalized me, 
bullied my cunt into opening up a little wider, and used that 
concession to drive his wedge ever deeper into me. This was nothing 
like the gentle fucking of Uncle Eddie, let stand Tim's passionate 
lovemaking. Harry was an out-and-out brute, a latter-day King Kong! I 
started to scream but no sound emerged. Nothing could stop him. I clung 
to his arms in despair and felt the thick, bunched muscles ripple to 
deliver each stroke with all his might. Half his weapon was up me now 
and my cunt was still as dry as the desert. Tears rolled from my eyes 
and I looked over at Veronica to see if there wasn't anything she could 
do. But she was in a chair next to the bed, nursing half of her face 
and looking fearful. We had invited a monster!

"Now I've got you!" he panted. His whole cock was up me and I felt like 
choking. It felt like a broom handle and he kept moving it about inside 
me until the pain was unbearable. I tried to exclude him from my mind, 
to pretend that nothing was happening. I closed my eyes, set my teeth, 
and thought of pastoral scenes and childhood. Harry continued his 
rampage on top of me but I was temporarily oblivious to it. The pain 
remained where it was caused, the world faded from my consciousness. 
And then, just as I thought I'd switched him off, a new sensation crept 
through my defenses and disarmed me completely.

His cock slid along my cunt flesh more easily for some reason, and his 
weight on me seemed to be stimulating my tits and other secret parts of 
me. Pleasure, pure pleasure, snuck by my mental block and infiltrated 
me until I had been completely subverted. My hands didn't cling to him 
like those of a drowning woman anymore, they started to explore and 
caress him! I hated myself for it but what could I do? That brutal, 
pumping penis was making me feel hot and alive all over! Now the juices 
poured out of me and lubricated my cunt so much that every back stroke 
sounded like a boot pulling out of the mud. Harry noticed the 
difference, and how could he not with my loins banging up against his 
so ardently, my nails raking the skin of his back and my teeth in his 
ear lobe? And as a result he started to throw his full body weight into 
every stroke. "Yeah, you like it now, huh?" he panted. "Fucking slut! 
Go on, spread 'em, open your cunt right up, I'll fill it full of hot 
meat, bitch!" And I obeyed him! My legs flailed through the air to wrap 
themselves about his waist, opening my cunt up so far that he had room 
to move about in me. His cock stirred and thrust, changed angles, 
idled, flurried, and sent me around and around the bend.

I happened to glance in Veronica's direction, and she'd had a change of 
attitude too. Now she sat with her legs drawn up on the chair, well-
parted, and both hands at her crotch, masturbating in time to the 
pounding fuck Harry dealt out to me. Knowing that she was with me gave 
me a terrific boost. I sailed headfirst into a wild orgasm and then 
Harry made me pull my legs back until my knees were against my 
shoulders, just so he could hunch over me and give me more loving. That 
did it! When his cock plunged into my slurping, distended pussy from 
above I let go of the last of my reservations and just let him shove me 
from one realm of ecstasy into the next. There was no resistance. It 
was as though there was no return either. The orgasms ricocheted 
through my body until it was almost painful, and still his cock drove 
home every long stroke. His sweat rained down on me, his grunt and 
pants were music to my ears, and the uncomfortable position in which he 
kept me cramped only added to my bliss. My whole body felt like a face 
that's laughed too much and still can't stop.

At last Harry let go of his cream and what a load it was! As it 
splashed against my womb's entrance we both let out a cry of passion, 
his cock moved even faster, frantically galloping to the finish, all 
the while squirting out powerful gusts of hot sperm. And then, 
gradually, he slowed down to a canter, a trot, and then a dead stop. 
"Holy Jesus!" he gasped, rolling off me. "That was terrific!"

"Oh yesssss!" I sighed, snuggling up to him.

"You got some left for me?" Veronica asked. She sat on the bed next to 
him but her hands didn't miss a beat. Harry didn't answer her, so she 
lay down and continued to jerk off in her own expert way. I watched 
lazily from behind Harry's heaving chest. Her fingers played her pussy 
like it was a guitar, rubbing, rotating, penetrating, rubbing it some 
more, but no matter how well she did herself she didn't seem able to 
get off the ground. Now and then she'd lift off a little way, jerking 
her loins up and down, breathing harder, fingering intensely, but the 
moment would pass and she would taxi on. I began to feel sorry for her. 
My body hummed like a newly tuned engine, whereas her motor ran on half 
the pistons. Couldn't Harry do something about this?

I asked him. Harry opened his eyes, blinked, and looked around to see 
what my cousin was doing. "Oh Christ, look at that," he said to no one 
in particular. "You're really a slut, Veronica. Girls aren't supposed 
to do that!"

"Put out or shut up!" Veronica said through clenched teeth.

"You see what I mean?" Harry looked at me with indignation. "She's bad 
through and through. What she needs is a good lesson!"

"Yes, that's what I need. Are you going to give it to me?"

Harry was a ponderous fellow, not too bright, but bright enough to know 
the rules of the game. He threw me a slow wink and turned over on his 
side to face Veronica. His hands removed her hands and in place of her 
slender fingers he started to apply his own stubby, strong digits. The 
change in her behavior was startling. The moment his fingers slipped 
into her pussy her body arched tautly and she started to puff and 
wheeze as though she was in the middle of being fucked by a duet of 
dicks! Her enthusiasm infected Harry. That thick cable of cock 
reclining on his thigh sprang to life, wavering briefly before standing 
up like a cobra to a fakir's fife. "Suck it," he said curtly, and 
Veronica hurried to do his bidding. But in the same motion she twisted 
her body around so her pussy was within biting distance of his mouth. 
Harry took the hint, or bait, and in no time at all they were locked in 
the most intimate embrace of all. Now it was my turn to be on the 
outside looking in. Their sucking sounds, their obvious pleasure, and 
my imagination made me so horny that I felt like throwing my cousin out 
of the window so I could have this hulking brute all to myself once 
more.

Instead I retreated to the chair in which Veronica had witnessed my 
rape, and assumed the same position, legs drawn up, both hands toying 
with my cunt. How they relished each other! Veronica had his whole cock 
down her throat. She looked strained but she wouldn't retreat no matter 
how hard he fucked her mouth. And he burrowed in between her legs like 
a madman. I could literally feel his tongue urging and pushing inside 
the pink flesh, snaking upward, licking at the most erotic areas and 
sucking up the juice. My hands grabbed hold of my pussy all the harder, 
trying to subdue the mad urges rising down there. His cream still 
dripped out of me periodically in thick globules, and I caught each one 
to bring it up to my mouth and lick it up slowly. It flavored my 
masturbation somehow, just as their lovemaking intensified it. Gestures 
that normally didn't make my cunt flinch now assumed a reverberating 
efficacy that made sitting in a chair a precarious business. I rocked 
from side to side, my hands nipping at the clitoris, digging into the 
yawning hole, pulling at my labia, and doing my utmost to contain so 
much pleasure. On the bed in front of me my cousin and the stud were 
unbending to take a more conventional position, the missionary one.

I watched closely as he mounted her. Harry only had one way of entering 
a woman, and that was to knock until the door fell off its hinges. I 
watched Veronica writhe and strain in pain but she knew what to expect 
afterward and was much more relaxed than I had been. His buns flexed 
with every thrust, giant muscles contracting to lend power to his cock, 
to drive it in like a sledgehammer drives home a spike. I was 
shivering, desperate, spit drooled from my slack lips, all I was able 
to do was to keep my eyes focussed on the place where his cock appeared 
in the shadow now and then.

It was only empathy, but it had me flying! Veronica and I might as well 
have been identical twins experiencing sympathetic pleasure. When she 
moaned, so did I; when her cunt slurped, so did mine; and when she 
almost passed out with sheer bliss I melted off the chair and landed in 
a fluid heap on the ground. I couldn't see much from that angle but it 
no longer mattered. I had all the fuel I needed to make a round trip to 
heaven all by myself. My fingers dove, plunged, fiddled and teased, now 
on my tits, then my pussy, caressing the cheeks of my ass or my inner 
thighs, perfectly coordinated, working me over until I was breathless 
with it all. Above me the bed squeaked. I had rolled under somehow. Now 
I couldn't see anything but the underside of a mattress supported by a 
network of springs, all undulating majestically, while the sounds of 
fucking resounded through the room from all sides. When I closed my 
eyes it was as though I was in the center of an orgy, and everyone 
watched me as I fingered myself from behind and twisted my body around 
to get more of my finger (fingers) into that demanding, drooling cunt 
hole. What a feeble substitute fingers were for cock; but what fun they 
could produce nevertheless!

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Veronica and I screamed. OH JEEEEEEEEEE-SUSSS! OH, 
THAT'S WONDERFUL, YES, YES, OH HARRY!" That was Veronica only. My 
orgasm peaked suddenly and left, I was drained, spent, and very tired. 
But the bed kept on shaking and Veronica kept on yelling. "OH FUCK ME, 
FUCK ME, YOU ANIMAL! YOU'RE SO BIG, A HORSE, FUCK ME HARRY, ONE MORE, 
ONE MORE, OOHH MY GOD! YES, HURRY NOW, HURRY, YES, YES, YES, 
AAAAUUUUGGHHHHH!!" Then her cries went down to a whimper, high-pitched 
little moans, and what sounded like sobs. The bed kept rolling along. 
Harry couldn't be stopped. He was a steamroller turned loose, and after 
a minute or so I could sense Veronica's contentment giving way to 
uneasiness.

"That's enough baby, you've done me in," she said gently. "Come on, let 
me get on top so I can make you blow."

"Stay there, bitch!" he panted. Up, down, up, down, the rhythm was 
becoming monotonous. I crawled out from under the bed and took a look. 
There he was, fucking like a bull on automatic pilot. It didn't seem as 
if he was enjoying it so much. He just wanted to make a point.

"Please Harry, you're the greatest, but stop! You're tearing me open!"

No answer. He continued to fuck, much to Veronica's despair. In the end 
she shrugged and lay as still as a block of wood with resignation 
written all over her face. Harry kept pounding away. Veronica closed 
her eyes and pretended to nap. Harry didn't notice. She had, as it 
turned out, outsmarted herself. By relaxing she made herself vulnerable 
to his rampaging, and before either of us knew what was happening she 
was off again, moaning, frothing at the mouth, writhing under the 
brute. It was a beautiful sight but my view of it was wholly objective. 
If I so much as touched my cunt it sent bolts of pain through me. So 
Veronica had her second major climax all by herself, and soon after 
Harry surrendered. The lion roared and turned into a lamb. Now that his 
bolt was shot he clambered off his prey and lay on his back to recover 
some strength.

"Thanks a lot, Harry," she said a few minutes later. "But I really 
think you ought to be getting home now. My brother is due home at any 
time and you know how it is."

"Oh ... er, sure, yeah, I'll go." He looked bewildered by this sudden 
change of pace but obediently dressed and left the house.

"Good," she said when the door closed after him. "Harry is a great lay 
but as a conversationalist he's a bomb. Did you enjoy it?"

"It was great," I said, getting back into my clothes very carefully so 
as not to hurt my box. "What do you have lined up for me next?"

"A worthy oriental gentleman," she said, "and that's all I'll tell 
you."



Chapter 4


Sunday morning. For some reason I woke up horny as a bitch! After 
Harry's powerhouse pounding I thought I'd never need another dose of 
sex, but I'd underestimated my pussy's recuperative powers. It itched 
subtly with longing for more carnality, a longing that no amount of 
masturbation could satisfy.

It was sunny and fresh outside. The morning air wafted in through my 
open window and I thought of climbing into Veronica's room for 
breakfast. I was too comfortable in my own bed, though. It was a real 
tussle between creature comforts and creature needs, and while the 
battle raged on in slow motion, my father called out from his room to 
ask me to pick up the Sunday paper from the porch.

"Okay Daddy." I slipped on a nightie over my nakedness and tripped down 
the stairs to get the paper for him. On the way up my mother passed me 
to go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast. Sunday breakfast was a big 
occasion in our house. She always whipped up large batches of pancakes, 
bacon, and eggs and when it was all set out on the table along with the 
coffee, she called us down to join her. Tim came out of his room and 
went downstairs to help her. He and Mum were very close but he only 
helped her when he was in an exceptionally generous mood.

My father lay on his side of the bed with the bed-clothes arranged 
neatly up to his waist. The deep tan he'd acquired in the Virgin 
Islands some weeks earlier still lingered, and when he sat up to 
receive the papers I couldn't help but marvel at his physique. His 
stomach was still flat and hard, greying hairs grew in a small clump in 
the center of his chest, his shoulders were broad and smooth, and when 
he reached for the papers his muscles rippled ever so slightly, just 
enough to indicate his strength. At once my imagination leapt back to 
the shower incident and filled in the missing details: his narrow hips, 
the large brown appendage dangling from his belly, the strong thighs. 
The itch deep inside my pussy was no longer subtle. It was downright 
crude!

"Come on, lie down next to me a while," said Daddy, patting the bed 
beside him. "In a few days you'll belong to another man and you'll 
never be my girl again."

"Don't be silly," I said, moving over toward him and embracing him 
fondly. "Nothing ever comes between a girl and her father."

"Not even the sheets?" Dad laughed at his own joke and hugged me back. 
"It's a strange feeling, though," he said soberly. "I keep thinking 
about when you were little and you'd run into our room every Sunday 
morning. Do you remember? We used to wrestle and play until we were all 
tired and we'd have a second sleep, the four of us. And now ..." He 
looked very sad and I decided he needed to be cheered up.

"We can still wrestle," I said, jumping up and straddling his hips to 
grab hold of both his arms and pin them back. "There's no law saying 
dads and daughters can't wrestle beyond age five, is there?"

"Only the law of the jungle," said Dad, and he pretended that I was as 
strong as he. We pushed and pulled at each other, laughing, running out 
of breath. He could have thrown me off the bed at any time, of course, 
but he wanted to play. Strange things were happening in my mind as we 
wrestled. I kept seeing his face in different ways. One moment he was 
my father, familiar, trusted, second-nature; the next he was a complete 
stranger, and then he was handsome, strong, sexy! I began to fight 
harder as if to dispel these switching illusions. He fought harder in 
return. Our faces were perilously close together. I got the feeling 
that a kiss was prevented only in the nick of time.

And then something else happened. As one we became aware that the 
father-daughter relationship was crumbling faster than either of us 
could handle. There was a reason for this: my nightie had slipped up 
over the tops of my thighs so that my pussy was showing; and, worse, my 
cunt was hard against his cock. Daddy's cock was as hard as it had been 
the other day and it lay back so that the groove of my cunt fitted over 
it neatly. We stopped wrestling and for a moment our eyes met with a 
question. I wanted to stop. Panic seized me. It was bad enough that I 
was fucking my own brother but now my father? What could be next, my 
mother?

A tremor ran through me and that thought was blocked out at once. We 
sat frozen in our position. His cock throbbed against my naked cunt and 
I realized that I couldn't pull away. I had to have more of him even if 
that only meant contact without penetration. What was Daddy thinking? 
It was impossible to tell. Without thinking any further I started to 
slide back and forth over his cock, pushing down a bit harder so that 
my cunt would open up to him. It was up to him to say no now, but he 
didn't. He half closed his eyes and held me around my waist. He didn't 
mind!

A thrill surged up from my belly. Now that he'd approved I could face 
that one of my most intimate fantasies was in the process of being 
realized. That thick hard cock slithered along the inner flesh and 
chafed at my clitoris deliciously. How different it was! My father's 
cock, the one that had given me life, was mine for the moment. Mother 
was in the kitchen, brother was too, and here were Daddy and I doing 
what was taboo!

Neither of us said a word. The only sound was that of our heavy 
breathing. It wasn't easy to keep my pussy moving regularly and in a 
straight line but if I wanted to satisfy him that's what I would have 
to do. The idea of his satisfying me didn't even occur to me. I only 
wanted to make him happy. And, to judge by the expression on his face, 
I was doing a good job of it. His eyes were still partly open but I 
couldn't see them through his eyelashes. I figured he was probably 
gazing at my tits, bouncing up and down stiffly under my nightie. In a 
moment's boldness I took the garment off and flung it away from me so 
he could enjoy my body in full. At once he reached out with one hand 
and caressed my tits, slowly, ever so slowly, as if he was trying to 
recapture something. I remembered Uncle Eddie telling me how much I 
resembled my mother at that age. Was that what was going through Dad's 
mind? I felt hurt by that idea. Couldn't he love me for myself? I 
wanted him to. I would break through his fantasies and establish 
myself!

I moved back off his cock and continued to back up until my mouth was 
hovering over his erect cock. Dad's hands made to pull me back but they 
didn't try too hard. Nestled between his legs, my hair falling over my 
face, my body hidden for the most part, I could be anyone at all. And 
that's what I wanted him to see, just a woman taking his cock into her 
mouth for the best blow job he'd ever had. At first I felt an amateur's 
lack of confidence. Could I really do this much cock justice? But then 
the heavy glans rested against my pursed lips and I opened my mouth 
wide to admit it, and from there on it came to me naturally.

I took it nice and easy. Dad had consented this time around but would 
he ever let me take such liberties with him again? I had to make the 
best of this blow job to drink in all I could get of him. Slowly my 
tongue moved along the warm rubbery surface of his knob, round and 
round until he was wet all over. Then, opening my lips just enough to 
take in the tip of his knob, I pushed my head down over him hard to 
make his cock penetrate me forcibly. It was a delicious sensation to 
feel him sliding down my mouth, my throat, his cock so thick, powerful, 
pulsing with life. Dad didn't move and that was the way I liked it. 
This left me to do all the work. I caressed his ball bag with the tips 
of my fingers, sucked on his glans for a few minutes, then abandoned it 
to go down on his balls and suck them in. His body was rigid but it 
wasn't because he was holding back. Tremors made him shaky, thrilling 
like a taut wire that's been struck, and when I suddenly took his whole 
cock into my mouth I thought he was going to erupt for sure. But no, 
Dad was an experienced married man; he knew how to hold back. And I let 
him recover his poise because I was far from satisfied.

After that brief, suspenseful interval I continued to work his cock 
over with tongue, lips, and teeth. I suckled it in my warm spit, bit 
into it ever so finely, I licked it from head to toe, loving it 
passionately. And Dad just lay there. I could tell he was as happy as I 
was but he didn't know how to show it. Even though we were naked and 
making love, we were still shy toward each other. Well, all the more 
time in which to suck, I thought and plied his long stem with the best 
my tongue could muster. From downstairs came the faint sounds of 
rattling cutlery and the slam of an oven door. Mum was keeping the 
first batch of pancakes warm. Her smug domesticity accentuated the raw 
sexuality of what Daddy and I were doing. His cock poked down my throat 
as his hairy loins moved restlessly under the stress of his excitement. 
His hands were on my head to hold me down and I wanted him to push 
harder so his cock would be lodged down my gullet for keeps. I was 
greedy, hungry, horny, and the more cock I could get the more my body 
came alive. Then his hands began to pull at me. I peered through the 
curtain of hair to see what was on his mind, and noticed that he was 
moving over to his side and reaching to bring me over toward him. "Oh 
Daddy!" I cried without taking his cock out of my mouth. I shuffled 
over at once and presented my runny cunt to his mouth. This was an 
unexpected bonus!

Things became a little hazy after that. I sucked his dick and he ate 
out my pussy and it felt as though the two of us were entwined and 
rolling about in a maelstrom of ecstasy. The details were lost, all I 
knew was that my cunt was on fire and Daddy was pouring oil on it. On 
occasions I felt a twinge of fear as I thought of Mum coming in and 
discovering us in this compromising position. But at the same time the 
fear fed the fires and I attacked his cock with all the more verve so 
that she would see what a woman her little girl had grown into.

Daddy stopped eating me when he neared his peak. He pushed me away and 
I devoted all of my attention to his dick. I had my ass toward his 
face, my knees at either side of his waist, and when I took all of him 
into my mouth my nose brushed along his balls. His hands feebly 
caressed my pussy but most of his attention was fixed on what my mouth 
was doing to his cock. He seemed to be expanding, growing harder, so 
much so that I could hardly contain all of his masculinity. A little 
more and his prize would be mine! I sucked his knob and jerked his 
stalk, tickled his balls and even caressed his asshole with one finger. 
Not long now. I could hardly wait! Please, don't let anyone interrupt! 
I prayed. The first droplets shot out, whetting my taste buds and 
bringing down more saliva. And then, just as my teeth sank playfully 
into that smooth band of skin below the awning of flesh, a burst of 
sperm blurted from his straining cock, a burst so voluminous that it 
filled my mouth in an instant. It cost me all the self-control I had 
not to cough and splutter! More followed before I could swallow 
properly. Daddy was twisting about, hoisting his loins to loft his 
sperm deep down my throat, and I struggled to put away each load before 
the next one arrived. Hell, how long had it been since he'd fucked Mum? 
He just wouldn't stop! One wave after another, salty-whey, creamy-
smooth, rolling down my throat so easily that I didn't have to swallow 
anymore once I'd caught up. And from there on it was a matter of 
holding his cock between my lips and letting him transfer his cream to 
me.

Downstairs Mum and Tim were setting the table and talking about 
something. The smell of coffee and cakes wafted up. I rolled off my 
father and lay on my side, holding his cock in my mouth so I could 
enjoy its final act. The hardness gave way to a soft quality, turning 
his cock from a weapon into a toy. It shriveled up and rested in my 
mouth docile, as a lamb. I wanted to stay there forever within the aura 
of his strong masculine smell, just suckling his cock and stroking his 
balls and his belly. But suddenly he pushed me away and told me to put 
on my nightie. "Time for breakfast," he said, his eyes elsewhere. 
"Let's not keep your mother waiting. And brush your teeth before you go 
down."

"Alright Daddy." He was so brusque. What had I done wrong? I tried to 
find the answer on his face but he wouldn't look at me. Hurriedly he 
put on his pants and shirt, slipped into a pair of sneakers and went 
downstairs. I brushed my teeth and dressed, and when I joined the rest 
of the family I found Dad standing close to Mum by the stove. He was 
flirting with her, patting her ass and whispering things into her ear, 
the kind of act he put on when he was in really good spirits. Mum loved 
it, of course. She got all coy and silly when he came on to her like a 
horny boy. I figured he was trying to tell me something rather than 
her, but I couldn't help feeling jealous.

We sat down to eat, Mum and Dad sitting right near each other, Tim 
drawing his chair close to mine. Dad paid no attention to me at all, 
and Tim did the opposite. He couldn't stop engaging me in conversation, 
and in the meantime his hand searched for mine under the table. I 
withdrew irritably. Nothing appealed to me, not Tim, not the oriental 
Veronica had lined up for me in the afternoon; only Daddy had the 
vibrations that brought life to my pussy, my nipples, my belly; and 
Daddy was taken.

I was in two minds about whether to go to Veronica's place or not. What 
the hell, I'd had my share for the day. She could handle him all by 
herself, anyway. But while I thought about it I bathed, groomed myself, 
and since I'd done all that I figured it would be a waste not to go. I 
went by way of the sidewalk this time and rang the doorbell just like a 
real guest. Veronica's younger brother, Ned, answered the door.

"Hi Jackie, how have you been?" he said brightly. Ned liked me. He was 
a nice kid, I thought as I made my way up the stairs. Sixteen, frisky, 
eager, and very good-looking, he seemed ready to make his debut into 
the world of sex. At least, whenever he saw me he became very agitated 
and I knew that that was a sign of confused lust. He wanted me but 
didn't have the slightest idea of how to go about it. Well, his sister 
would teach him one day. I walked into Veronica's room and wished it 
was all over already.

She was alone, sitting on her bed against a mound of pillows and 
reading a heavy book. As usual she had on casuals: cut-off jeans, 
halter top, nothing on her feet, and her hair never needed combing. 
Just like a boy, I thought. "Well, where's the stud of the week?" I 
said, throwing myself down on the bed and staring up at the ceiling 
moodily.

"He's a little late," she said. Her mood wasn't so great either and I 
asked her why. "Oh, it's Ned, the little fuck won't leave the house, I 
offered him a couple of dollars to go see a movie but he's so stubborn! 
Hell, what are we going to do with him around? He's always nosing about 
in other people's business." She threw down the book and paced up and 
down in her room, frowning angrily. "Little brothers are a pain in the 
ass!" she muttered.

"He's got a right to stay home," I defended him, "and anyway, if we 
lock the door what can he see?"

"What can't he hear? Besides, he could climb up on the tree and get a 
grandstand view. Hey Ned!" she yelled suddenly, heading for the bedroom 
door. "I'm giving you five seconds to get out of the house. If you're 
not gone by then I'll beat your brains out!"

"Try it," he answered from below. He had a point. A year ago Veronica 
could have done it but Ned had grown up rapidly. She knew it, too.

"Perhaps we should call Michael up and tell him not to bother," she 
said

"Michael?"

"Michael Wong," she explained.

"Perhaps you should. Listen, Veronica, I've had enough. There are only 
a couple of days left before the wedding and there isn't much more that 
you can show me. So why don't we just forget it and take a break."

"You think you know it all, huh? Well, maybe you do. Why should I give 
a damn? Okay, go home." She was really mad and I wanted to make it up 
with her before I left. After all, she had put herself out for my sake. 
But just as I was about to console her the bell rang. Ned opened the 
door for whoever it was, and a little later an oriental man poked his 
head around the bedroom door.

"Veronica? Hi, sorry to be late. You must be Jackie. You are as 
beautiful as your cousin said you were." I liked the look of him right 
away. He was tall and well-built, in a lean way. The short sleeves of 
his shirt showed a pair of arms that were slender but strong, with 
thick veins running down the upper arm. He wore his hair long and had a 
thin moustache, which somehow made him look mysterious and very 
masculine at the same time. Broad-shouldered, alert, handsome, he 
dispelled our bad moods in a second and had us chatting with him as if 
we'd known each other for years. Ned kept peeking around the doorway, 
though, and that threatened to upset Veronica all over again.

"Your young brother?" asked Michael. Veronica nodded and the tall 
oriental understood the situation at once. He walked up to Ned and 
introduced himself, then invited him to come downstairs for a little 
chat. A minute later Michael was back without Ned. "He agreed to go to 
the movies," said Michael.

"How did you talk him into it?" we asked.

"By means of a very ancient oriental art," he replied, "that of 
threatening children."

I liked him better all the time. He was so composed, so sure of 
himself, that I knew I could place myself in his hands without any 
problems. Yet my bad mood prevailed like a cold current running through 
a warm river. Michael must have sensed that because he turned his full 
attention to me. "You look tense," he told me, "and there really is no 
need to be. Please, take off your shoes and I will relax you utterly."

"My shoes?" I gave Veronica a sidelong glance to see if this was a joke 
she was in on. She looked just as puzzled. "Okay, but I warn you now 
that I'm no fetishist."

"Everyone has problems," he shrugged. When my shoes were off he made me 
lie down on the bed without any pillows under my head so I had to stare 
up at the ceiling. He sat at the foot end and rested the heels of my 
feet on his folded legs not far from his crotch. The margin between me 
and his cock was very small indeed, a fact that both aroused me and 
made me suspicious of his methods. But he took both feet into his hands 
and started to knead them slowly, firmly, and they came no closer to 
his cock.

It took me a while to appreciate what he was doing, but then it crept 
up on me and took over. A warm, tingling sensation spread up from my 
feet through my legs and right throughout my torso, and wherever it 
went it relaxed all of my muscles, tendons, sinews, anything that could 
be drawn taut. The slight headache I'd had disappeared. The cold 
current was forgotten. I was one warm semi-fluid shape, putty in his 
hands. "My God, Veronica, has he ever done this to you?" I asked. "It's 
just too wonderful to believe!"

"Michael knows a lot of stuff like that," she nodded. Since he was 
busying himself with me she'd positioned herself by the side of the bed 
and smoked a cigarette languorously. Her face wore an expression of 
resignation, indicating that she expected to have to wait for seconds 
again, like last time. That was unfair and I knew it, yet nothing in me 
impelled me to stand up for my cousin.

"Please, Veronica, don't look so left out of it," Michael said. "Take 
off your clothes and lie on the bed next to your cousin. I can make 
both of you happy."

"Okay!" She cheered up at once, jumped out of her clothes and onto the 
bed and lay very close to me, one arm linked through mine, with her 
legs wide apart. I was a little annoyed by this intrusion because I 
thought Michael would have to divide his attention between the two of 
us. But he was smarter than me. Neither of his hands ceased to massage 
my feet. All he did was to extend one leg between my cousin's so that 
his big toe touched her pussy. And once it was in position he began to 
move that toe round and round against her labia until they parted and 
admitted the toe into the valley of the clitoris.

"Fiendishly cunning," I commented. Veronica just smiled and shifted 
closer to that nimble toe. His toe must have had a lot of movement in 
it because she got twitchy in no time. And all the while those strong 
hands of his kneaded my feet. The warmth was turning to heat and the 
pleasant euphoria was being converted into pure lust. I wanted to urge 
him on to the next phase and I would have had he not inspired so much 
confidence in me. Michael would make his move when I was truly ready, 
not before, not after.

My confidence in him was justified. Those magic hands suddenly shifted 
upward, only as far as my ankles but that was enough for the time 
being. Everything was relative. If he had started with my cunt there 
wouldn't be any next move to make. But since he'd started on my feet 
every move was an exciting one! I had never regarded my ankles as an 
erogenous zone, yet there it was, climaxing ankles! His fingers dug 
into my flesh and bone, massaging, kneading, caressing, titillating the 
nerve ends until my legs started to shake uncontrollably. And he had 
also moved toward me so that my feet rested squarely against his dick. 
He was hard and that flattered me tremendously. It didn't occur to me 
that Veronica's naked cunt might be exciting him. All I knew was that 
he was making love to me; my cousin had faded into irrelevancy.

Up and up, maintaining the same steady rhythm all the way along my legs 
until his hands were within inches of my pussy. I still had on my 
slacks and he was sitting between my thighs now, with my feet sticking 
out in thin air. But I could see his face now that he was so near, his 
handsome face looking down at my crotch as if he could see right 
through the garment. What he probably saw was the stain down there. My 
body throbbed with passion and my cunt was dripping like it had sprung 
a leak! Nothing had made me quite as wet ... save perhaps my father's 
tongue. I longed for him to undress me and just as the longing hit its 
peak he did. Still slow and easy in his movements, he took off my 
blouse and slacks but left my panties until my tolerance snapped. I 
reached down and started to tug at them desperately. What was normally 
the easiest thing in the world for me now became the hardest. I 
couldn't get my goddamn panties off! They ripped in places but not far 
enough. Finally Michael took them off for me and I heaved a sigh of 
gratitude.

"Eat me!" I whimpered. "Oh Michael, make love to me, I need you so 
badly! I feel so strange, so wonderful, please fuck me!"

"In time," he nodded. "But first I must prepare you."

"I'm ready now!" I cried but he just shook his head. Veronica was left 
to her own devices again as he squatted down between my legs and 
reached out to my pussy. It quailed and drooled vulgarly as soon as he 
touched it, and then his fingers started to play my cunt as though it 
was a violin. He reminded me of a craftsman plying his trade in the 
marketplace, sitting on his haunches, his face implacable, his hands 
busy in contrast to the stillness of the rest of his body. And what 
those hands did was art! Delicate, nimble fingers caressed my pussy 
from one end to the other and back again, inside and out, tickling, 
pinching, squeezing, penetrating, never doing one thing long enough to 
let me get used to it, always switching from one peak to another. The 
warmth had turned to heat. Now the heat turned to roaring flames. "For 
Christ's sake, fuck me!" I yelled hoarsely. This was unfair! My cunt 
felt like a hot vacuum about to implode. "Fuck me, Michael, I beg you, 
shove your cock up me, oh God, I'm going crazy! Please, please, 
PLEEEEZZ!!!!"

My hands reached out like tentacles and tried to tear his clothes off, 
to pull him down on me, anything to get more of him. "Hold her still," 
he instructed Veronica. My cousin pinned down both my arms and grinned 
broadly at me when I called her a traitor and a bitch. Michael 
continued his erotic torture, toying with my cunt, caressing all around 
it, fingering me, all without giving me a chance at attaining to 
ultimate satisfaction. I couldn't even see his cock or his balls! Why 
couldn't he at least take off his clothes? It was unfair and I told him 
so. No answer. But he did go down on me.

"Oooooohhhh yesssss!" I sighed, wriggling contentedly as his tongue 
brushed along my belly in the vicinity of my cunt. Now he would plunge 
that slithery, sensitive thing into my cunt and fill up part of that 
burning vacuum to keep me from going insane! I could hardly wait. His 
tongue was out and my cunt tried to track it down and encircle it. But 
whenever I or it came close, he dodged me nimbly and since Veronica 
kept a tight grip on my arms I could hardly rape him vaginally. I had 
to lay there and take it as he circled my cunt over and over with his 
tongue dragging against my oversensitive skin, always skirting by my 
pussy lips! "Don't do this to me!" I begged. "Oh Jesus, I need it so 
bad! Please Michael, give it to me now!"

"Just wait," said my cousin. She adjusted her position so that her 
knees held my wrists down by the sides of my head, and now her cunt was 
inches away from my face. It hovered over me like a spider about to 
pounce, or that's how it looked at first glance. But as I kept staring 
at her cunt, so familiar now and yet forever mysterious, it turned into 
a desirable, chubby pussy again, barely covered by hair, wide open so 
that the pink inner flesh bulged out at me and invited me to make a 
meal of it. I raised my head to take the first bite quickly, thinking 
that she might want to tease me as well, but Veronica wasn't the type 
to delay gratification. As soon as my lips met hers she sank down on me 
and fed me as much of her cunt as I wanted. Having a mouthful of pussy 
distracted me briefly from my plight. Unhappily Michael was far too 
good to let me escape it altogether.

He saw fit to start licking my pussy proper at this point. The tip of 
his tongue flashed and flicked subtly at my clitoris, lashing it into 
new frenzies of passion. Veronica ought to take lessons from him, I 
thought. Here was a man who knew what cunts were all about! His tongue 
writhed like a stuck snake, pressing down on my clit as hard as it 
could, pushing it deep into its bed of flesh and setting off bombs of 
ecstasy in me. "Now you're eating!" I mumbled through the folds of 
Veronica's pussy. What he gave me she got, too. As my passions mounted 
dizzyingly I bit into her cunt as though it was a ripe, juicy fig, and 
Veronica yelled in pain. Only under that yell I heard her shrill 
delight and so I mauled her with lips and teeth until she was grinding 
her cunt into my face so hard I couldn't breathe! Luckily she let go of 
my arms during this orgasm and I was able to lift her off far enough to 
let a little air stream in, or else she would have fucked my face until 
I suffocated.

The room sounded like a soup kitchen. Smacking lips, long slurps, sighs 
of satisfaction rang through the room. The smell of olives suffused the 
air, small moans welled up, it was hot, sweaty, and tense. His tongue 
wriggled deep inside me. It wasn't nearly enough to satisfy me but 
enough to hold me down. Suddenly he withdrew his mouth and left cool 
air to brush past the wetness of my cunt so that I felt the loss all 
the more. I couldn't see what was going on because Veronica kept her 
cunt pressed into my face. I just hoped he'd be undressing.

I felt his nakedness as he resumed his position between my legs. His 
skin was smooth as talcum, his flesh was uniformly hard. Way down my 
leg I felt a stiff cock sliding along my skin. I felt no hair, just his 
smoothness, his hardness. Veronica was huffing and puffing on top of 
me, straining toward her next climax the way a locomotive makes for the 
top of a steep hill. I had to finish her off quickly. My tongue darted 
from her clit to her hole and back, working at full speed until at last 
she went over the top and collapsed over me like a house of cards. 
Right away I gave her a shove that sent her rolling to the other side 
of the bed and I sat up to see what my fine lover looked like.

He was beautiful! His milky brown skin took on the luster of daylight 
and his hairless, muscular body rippled with every move he made. I 
wanted to touch him all over and he didn't stop me this time. My hands 
caressed the smoothness of his back, shoulders, his hard, round buns, 
and they slipped in between his buttocks to see if any hair grew down 
there. None at all. He lay on his belly and ate my cunt during all this 
so I couldn't see if he had pubic hair. I was too curious to wait for 
him to show me. My hands slipped under his belly and reached for that 
part of him. Smooth skin, nothing but smooth skin!

"Let me make love to you now!" I pleaded, not expecting him to give way 
to me. Again he surprised me. He lay on his back and nodded for me to 
go ahead. "You'll let me? Oh Michael, thank you!" I did the rounds of 
his body first, licking him all over, taking a quick suck of his cock, 
inspecting him, loving him, and when my curiosity was satisfied I 
straddled his loins and guided his long, slender cock into me. It was 
like an ivory dildo, beautifully carved, and it slipped into my cunt as 
easily as if it had been custom made for it. He was content at first to 
let me do all the work. I bobbed up and down over him, working his cock 
into different parts of my pussy until the worst itch had been 
scratched. Then it was time to settle down to some serious fucking!

I lay on top of him and placed my legs on top of his so that his cock 
was trapped not only in my pussy but also between my thighs. I kissed 
him with passion and thrust my tongue into his mouth, clung to him, and 
undulated my whole body so his cock would enter me deeply. And Michael 
kissed me back but held still for the rest. I worked off all that 
excess energy, that pent-up frustration, banging my belly against his, 
holding his cock securely between my slippery lips, and he loved it! He 
waited until I couldn't go on. My back hurt, I wasn't getting the right 
amount of penetration, so he rolled us both over and took over the 
wheel.

Now his cock dove deep into my cunt, down, down, down, till it touched 
bottom. That set me off right away. The next stroke seemed to go even 
deeper and the stroke after that was headed for my throat from the 
wrong end. He fucked beautiful, long, driving strokes, given an extra 
hitch by a snap of his ass. I settled in for the finale, convinced that 
this was his last act. For a while it looked as though I was right. He 
started to gallop, and that was part of a routine with which I was at 
least familiar. Harder and harder, sticking his dick into me so deep 
that I felt it between my lungs! Any moment his sperm would fill me up, 
and in preparation for that moment I started to work at getting off. 
The expectation, the foreplay, his powerhouse fucking, all elevated me 
up to the springboard, and from there I jumped to arch gracefully 
through the blue skies to land in a pool of joy. I heard myself cry out 
gibberish and compliments to him. Next would come his grunts, his 
frantic crescendo ... but no, he kept on plugging away at the same 
pace!

He rolled us over again and I found myself on top of him, trying my 
best to remember what to do. While I contended with my post-orgasmic 
daze Michael took over again. His hands grabbed hold of my hips and 
began to move me back and forth slowly so that his cock banged about 
inside me like a clapper in a bell. That was fun but not nearly as much 
as I was about to get. He increased the speed of his movement, moving 
me back and forth faster, faster, more violently, shaking me like a rag 
doll, until my head hurt and my eyes bugged out. But how delicious that 
felt! His cock moved about inside my cunt and touched on all the 
unexplored bases, rattling around in there while I was in his strong 
hands. He was sweating and grunting and his hips moved up and down 
while his hands moved me to and fro. The motion soon got the better of 
me. Under a barrage of screams I came, came, came again, and he kept 
shaking me until the last climax had rolled away into the distance. 
Then, with obvious reluctance, he squeezed the cheeks of my ass 
together to put pressure on his cock, and brought himself undone inside 
me.

Veronica lit cigarettes for the both of us and observed us with a quiet 
smile. "Didn't I tell you he was great?" she said to me as if he wasn't 
right next to me. "He knows what to do with a woman. And you weren't 
going to stick around for him to come by, right?"

"Nobody's perfect," I countered feebly. Nonetheless, her words struck a 
cord in me: if I had given in to my listlessness I wouldn't have had 
the best Sunday afternoon in my life.



Chapter 5


I went to sleep very early that Sunday night and woke late the next 
morning when the doorbell rang insistently. The family was out again. 
Yawning I got out of bed, threw a robe over my naked body, and went 
downstairs to see who was bothering me.

"Jackie, let me in!" The bell rang, a fist pounded on the door, and a 
familiar voice shouted. Halfway through a yawn I realized who it was: 
Frank! "Let me in, I have to talk to you!"

"Wait a second, Frank, I'm not decent!" I ran back upstairs and put on 
shorts and a T-shirt for the sake of decency ... or self-protection. 
Then I opened the door and let him in. My fiancé looked like a 
different man. Gone was the clean-cut polish, the poise and the self-
confidence. There were rings under his eyes, his hair was tousled, and 
he looked very nervous for some reason. "My goodness, look at you!" I 
exclaimed after pecking him on the cheek. "Where have you been? Have 
you been playing around or something?"

"What?" He looked at me blankly for a second, then shook his head. 
"Playing around. That's a laugh." He sank down in the nearest chair and 
held his head with both hands. "Do you have any coffee? I feel awful."

"Sure." I made him some and sat in the chair opposite him. "Now what's 
the trouble, honey? Is something wrong?"

"I guess you could say that." He took a swallow of his coffee and set 
the cup down. "Jackie ..." He paused, swallowed, and tried again. 
"Jackie, listen, I know I said a lot of rash things in the car the 
other night ... a man gets carried away ..." Now it was my turn to get 
nervous. Was he trying to tell me that he no longer wanted to marry me? 
I began to see Frank in a very different light, no longer a Joe College 
with big prospects, but as a man whom I loved in my own way. I felt the 
blood rush from my face and I moved over to his side to hold his hands 
while he tried to continue.

"It's just that ... well, we agreed that there'd be no sex before 
marriage between us but Jackie, I ... I can't take it any more! For the 
last three nights I've not been able to sleep. My body longs for you, I 
think of nothing and no one else, I want you!"

Whew! That was a relief. Now I knew I could handle the situation. 
"Honey, no," I said gently, "we'd only ruin it. I really appreciate 
that you want me so badly but you know yourself we'll be glad for 
waiting when the time comes."

"I knew you'd say that," he said dully.

I felt a mixture of feelings: power, pity, pleasure, the works. It was 
cruelly unfair of me, of course, to withhold what I'd given away 
without a thought to others. But how sexy it was to see a man lust for 
me so totally. I couldn't imagine the kind of fantasies he must have 
been entertaining during those sleepless nights, but they had to be 
potent if they could drive him out of his bed to break down my front 
door! The poor darling! I hugged him and told him gently that he 
shouldn't take it personally, that I longed for him as much as he 
longed for me.

"If that's true we'd be in bed already," countered Frank.

"Well, what do you want? You want me to say okay, go ahead Frank, do 
what you like with me?" He irritated me now, sitting there all humble 
and wronged. "Very well, here I am Frank, take me." I faced him 
squarely and dared him to make a move. The light of hope lit up in his 
eyes, then faded as he realized how absurd it was.

"You know that's not what I want. I want to make love to you, to take 
you to bed with me, I want us to enjoy each other." He threw his hands 
up in frustration. "Wow, I really screwed things up. If I hadn't said 
anything about waiting we could be doing all that right now." He looked 
at me searchingly and when I didn't respond he grew listless. "Ah, fuck 
it, let's forget about the whole deal. I'm going home. Don't bother to 
get a trousseau."

"Now you're being silly," I said softly, hugging him once more. "You 
know I love you. It's just that I think it's important that we start 
right now to execute all our plans, and get off on the right foot. But 
if there's something else you want ... perhaps I could help you there?"

"Blow me?" His voice was that of a little boy asking for the 
impossible, and when I nodded benignly he turned red with delight. His 
fumbling fingers unzipped his pants and took out his half-hard cock. I 
made him take his pants all the way off so I could do it properly, and 
noticed that his balls were very heavy indeed. The poor fellow had been 
true to me in every way, it seemed.

I felt calm and cool when I bent down over his cock, not really 
involved, and even when his throbbing glans entered my mouth it was as 
though I was watching it all in a movie. Frank was so happy. He lay 
back on the couch and groaned loudly. That put me off even more. What 
kind of a man was he to let me push him around? Had I been he I would 
have had me draped over the back of the couch by this time, my pants 
around my ankles and my bare ass sticking up in the air, while ... but 
that was just my fancy. Strangely enough it stirred me up to the point 
at which that familiar warm, tingling sensation burbled up from my 
loins, and since it seemed to work I continued the fantasy.

Wouldn't it be nice, I thought, if Frank was the aggressive type? I 
could imagine how good his big cock would feel riding into my pussy, 
with me under his laboring body, helpless, in tears, getting fucked 
against my will by this brutal beast. My eyes opened a little for a 
second and I saw that brutal beast lying on the couch, purring like a 
kitten, so I closed my eyes again and stepped up my dream. He had grown 
to a seven-foot brute, covered in rough hair, and his cock was the size 
of a baseball bat. Even that wasn't enough. His baseball bat wasn't 
content with my cunt, it was up for a tighter hole. Those big, clawed 
hands grabbed hold of me and flipped me over. Now I faced him and I 
shuddered at the sight. He was drooling, gibbering, his eyes were 
bloodshot and his whole body was in motion, eager to fuck even while 
his cock throbbed in empty space. He made me squat on the couch, high 
up enough to let him fuck me standing up, and then, while I watched 
with bulging eyes, he brought the tip of his gnarled, thick cock up to 
my asshole. His hands tore my cheeks apart to open me up further, the 
tip slipped in a little way but then it dropped out and moved back to 
my cunt. I tried to sit on it quickly to divert him but he was a 
singleminded fanatic. He wanted to fuck me up the ass! I begged him not 
to, told him how I had trouble passing raspberry pits, all to no avail. 
Then I pleaded with him to do it from behind so I wouldn't have to see 
his horrible features. He just leered and thrust his cock at my asshole 
so hard that he lifted me up bodily! The thrust sent a part of his cock 
up my asshole and the pain was tremendous! I screamed at the top of my 
lungs and he laughed all the harder. The beast! The brute! Another 
inch, and another, and another, my ass was threatening to split apart. 
With long, rude strokes he brought his dick up me to the hilt. His 
claws dug into my ass flesh, his bad breath brushed hotly past my face, 
curse words spilled out of his mouth, I was a bitch, a whore, a slut, 
even a motherfucker! Nothing was bad enough to describe me. And all the 
while his cock banged away, pushing, shoving, sticking it to me, and I 
kept on screaming!

"Yes, yes, OH BABY YESSSS!" His exclamations cut through my reverie 
abruptly, "OOOOOOHHHHH SUCK IT, SUCK IT, IT FEELS SO GOOD, COME ON, 
YES, YES, YESSSSSSSS ... OOOOOOHHHHHH BABY!!" It felt as though someone 
had stuck a firehose into my mouth and turned the tap on full blast. A 
load of sperm filled me, backed up on me, and came cascading down my 
chin when I coughed in desperation. More, more, more, great globs of 
hot cream, he made Dad look like a twice-a-day masturbator! I couldn't 
take it, more was going down my chest than my throat. Frank had his 
eyes tightly closed and worked his dick into my mouth like a man 
possessed. For a moment he approached the dimensions he'd had in my 
fantasy, absolutely inconsiderate, out only for his own pleasure. I 
sucked and swallowed as hard as I could, and at last he ran out of 
sperm. That's how he ended, not with a bang but with a whimper, his 
cock subsiding into infancy as it shriveled to a shadow of its former 
self.

"That was beautiful," he sighed. "I'm only sorry you didn't get 
anything out of it."

"I'm sure you'll make it up to me during our honeymoon."

"I promise." He left half an hour later and when the door closed behind 
him I went into a real rage. That stupid son-of-a-bitch! Didn't he know 
that he could have had me frontward, backward, or upside down? Christ, 
what a clown! Every part of me sparked with fury and lust. How could he 
lie down and take it when he was supposed to give! I couldn't stay home 
by myself. This was something that shouldn't be bottled up!

Via the tree limb I made for Veronica's room. It was empty. I looked 
through the rest of the house and found no one, until I came to Ned's 
room. He was still in bed, fast asleep. I closed his door softly and 
took another tour of the house to be sure she wasn't around. It would 
be so nice to talk with her about this. Doubts made inroads on my mind. 
Was Frank the kind of man I wanted? In the kitchen I found a note on 
the notice board, which said that she wouldn't be back till early 
afternoon and for Ned to make himself breakfast,

"Damn." I paced around indecisively, took one of her cigarettes, and 
sat in the living room to smoke it. While I sat there an idea occurred 
to me, a bright idea and an obvious one. Since Veronica was out and her 
parents wouldn't be back for another day or so, and since Ned liked me 
more than a first cousin should ... why didn't I take advantage? It 
would be a great experience to take on such an eager beaver. Yes ... 
yes, it was a sound idea. I stubbed out the cigarette and tiptoed up 
the stairs again. Ned was dead to the world. Again I closed his doors 
softly but this time it was behind me. We were alone. Should I undress? 
Or should I wake him up first? It wouldn't be fair for him to miss out 
on any part of the proceedings, so I rolled back the blanket. That left 
him with only a sheet. Ned lay on his back, an arm folded over his 
face, the other by his side. In the vicinity of his cock there was a 
strange lump in the sheet. It resembled a teepee set on a rolling plain 
of white. I wondered what it could be. The supporting mast twitched 
suddenly and then I knew. Ned was asleep but he had a hard-on. That 
thrilled me to bits! Now I hastened to take the sheet right off and 
expose that eager dick. It wasn't big and it wasn't hairy, but what 
there was of him was very tantalizing. His dick stood back at an acute 
angle, bobbing regularly now, a pink, smooth digit that stuck up from a 
virtually hairless ball bag holding two large eggs. My mouth watered 
but I restrained myself.

"Hey Ned, wake up!" I whispered urgently. "You're all naked and there's 
a woman in your room!"

"What! Holy shit!" He sat up and reached for the bedclothes, which he 
pulled back over his nakedness. When he saw me he blushed and angrily 
asked what the idea was. I shook my head and pulled the blankets off 
him again. He didn't protest. It was as though the meaning of my act 
was slowly dawning on him, and he liked the idea. But he was far from 
certain as to what to do.

"Veronica's gone out," I told him, "so I thought I'd come over and help 
you with the breakfast."

"Oh, I see," he said vaguely. His mind was obviously elsewhere. "Hey, 
listen ... now that you've seen me naked ... how about if I see you 
naked?"

"What a bad boy you are!" I said tapping his erection with one finger. 
"I'm going to tell your sister how naughty you are when she gets home."

"That's fine with me, now how about taking off your clothes." He was 
dying for me to show him my naked body and it flattered and thrilled me 
no end. But I was compelled to tease him for a little while before I 
gave in. And when I finally consented and stood up to take off my 
clothes, Ned sat up in bed and watched me with eyes as big as saucers.

I intended to do a slow strip for him, nice and sensual to get him 
really on edge. But as soon as my blouse hit the floor I knew the 
situation was no longer in my hands. Ned was on all fours, crawling 
toward me along his bed and when he was close enough he reached for me 
with both hands. I stepped back a pace and he went crashing to the 
floor. But he didn't even stop to dust off. Like a jack-in-the-box he 
was up and grabbed me about the waist to drag me onto the bed. I 
protested laughingly, still treating him like a kid. But when he 
started to rip at my shorts I realized that there was a man in the 
making here.

"Take it easy, I'll take them off," I said. He didn't listen. I just 
managed to undo the button and zip before he tore them, and then they 
came off easily. Something in me cringed when I saw the look on his 
face. He'd obviously thought of doing this to me many times. And now 
that he had his chance he was determined to let nothing stop him. I 
cringed and quailed and loved every dangerous second of it. His cock 
was so hard it looked about to burst. Soon it would be inside me to 
undo the knots Frank had left there.

"I love you," he mumbled, caressing me all over. "Jackie, Jackie, I 
love you, you're beautiful, I want you!" Whether he did or not was 
beside the point. His hands were doing the real talking. He wanted to 
touch every part of me, it seemed, because they ran from my head to my 
toes and back again, covering each spot on the way. At last he settled 
for my tits and pussy, one hand rubbing both breasts, the other parting 
my cunt lips so he could peer into me curiously. How charming, I 
thought, to be loved by a boy-man. He wanted to fuck me but first he 
wanted to see how it worked.

He expected nothing more from me than to lie there, and that's just 
what I did. After Frank I needed a male who was willing to indulge me. 
He touched and pried, squeezed and fondled, and all those lovely 
sensations piled up in my belly, redhot, simmering, just waiting for 
something to touch it off. Ned kept muttering about love and such but I 
got the feeling that he was acting out parts he'd seen in the movies. 
"You don't have to talk Ned," I said softly, "just make love to me. 
Have you ever done that?"

"Sure I have!" he said defensively, and I knew he was a virgin. Still, 
he knew where to put it and that was all he needed to know for the time 
being. He lay on top of me and started to butt his cock against my cunt 
until I reached down and led him into me by the nose, so to speak. He 
made me feel like such a mature woman of the world that I had a tiny 
orgasm just from that.

Once his dick was deep inside my pulsing pussy he was off and running. 
No subtlety, no technique, only the rat-a-tat pounding of a cock gone 
mad. He huffed and puffed, fucking like a dervish, unaware of me. And 
while he carried on I was climaxing left, right and center. God, he 
turned me on! That taut, lithe body flexing on top of mine, driving 
that berserk dick into my cunt at lightning speed, just rubbed me the 
right way. I kept from screaming out my ecstasy for fear of disturbing 
his rhythm, but it was building up inside me and forced me to express 
it in different ways such as digging my fingernails into his flesh, Ned 
was too far gone to notice. It was a great relief to hurt him, to 
squeeze him so hard that the blood leaked through those tiny lesions in 
his skin. I clenched my teeth to hold back but it was no use. My hands 
turned into talons and, starting from both sides of his spine, drew 
away to leave behind ten bloody trails. The only effect it had on him 
was to spur him on.

"Yeh, yeh, yeh!" I panted. "Oh Neddy, that's great, keep it up, do it 
harder, yes, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, oh Jesus 
Christ Almighty, yes you little fucker!" Oblivious to all my doings, he 
kept fucking at the same high level. It was like a runner doing a one-
mile spring! Would nothing slow this boy down? The erotic friction 
inside my cunt was at the stage of two sticks about to burst into 
flames. He moved so fast, so hard, that his pubic bone battered mine 
relentlessly, first agitating my clitoris into sheer bliss, then 
numbness, and then into a wholly different form of pleasure, one which 
combined fiery pain and flaming pleasure. Strings of orgasms rattled 
through my body, I couldn't stop, he had me on the right plane and now 
he only had to breathe on me to make me come. He wanted to come with me 
but he was trapped in his own bottled-up lust. His panting grew 
critical, he was sweating profusely, but his fucking never let up for a 
second.

"Take a break, baby," I said at last. "You're going to hurt yourself at 
this pace!"

"Wait!" he groaned. The whirling dervish was arrested in midstroke as a 
gusher of hot cream erupted from his youthful penis. He collapsed like 
a deflated balloon and lay on me like so much deadweight, gasping for 
air and letting his sperm dribble into my pussy. I lay still under him 
because I didn't want to traumatize him in any way. The first one was 
so important. Ned's breathing became more regular by the second until 
at last I thought to check and see if he was still awake. I shook him 
but he didn't respond. So I let him down off me carefully and fetched a 
handkerchief which I wetted and used to clean his cock with. I made 
sure the last traces of lovemaking were removed before I gathered up my 
clothes, wiped myself down, and left his room. Now the poor boy would 
never know if he'd been dreaming or if it had really happened.

I was still grinning when I got back to my room. Who said you can't 
have your cake and eat it too? A quick clean-up sufficed to get me back 
to normal and I went downstairs to meet with the family. The wedding 
was only a few days away now and my mother had been working furiously 
to arrange all the details. Now they wanted me to get involved. I 
wasn't really interested. Things like white dresses and flower 
arrangements left me cold. However; they insisted I should make some of 
the decisions, and so the afternoon was spent discussing bridesmaids. 
My mother was in her element. Plans of battle had been drawn up, the 
invitations had been sent out, and pretty soon the house would be 
swarming with relatives from all over. No matter how often I told her 
that a nice, quiet wedding would be alright, she wouldn't listen. She 
worked arm in arm with Frank's mother, of course, and both women 
insisted on making life difficult.

After dinner Frank's parents dropped by and the discussion went on 
unabated. I sat back trying to stifle yawns. What did it all matter? 
Still, they meant well. Frank's father was an interesting fellow, 
actually, and during the tedium I stole many a glance at him. He was 
big, strong, his hair steel grey, combed straight back and curling up 
just above the collar; his eyes were pale blue and his face was that of 
an outdoorsman, tanned, leathery, wrinkled in all the right places. I 
happened to be sitting next to him and I couldn't help but enjoy his 
masculine scent. He had on some kind of after-shave lotion but that 
only complemented his real smell, one that reminded me of leather 
again, and cigars and aged bourbon. With a bit of luck Frank would grow 
up to look just like him.

At last the meeting broke up in a flurry of niceties and cliches. God, 
I was tired of the whole business! I just wanted to go to bed and wake 
up on the first day of the honeymoon. I trudged up to my room and 
turned on the light to start getting ready for bed. But as soon as the 
light went on there was a scurrying sound outside and Veronica jumped 
in through the window. "Aha, there you are! Come on, we've got a heavy 
date for tonight," she said.

"Oh please, no!" I protested. "Look at my eyes, they're red! Let me get 
some sleep!"

"Hey, remember who was reluctant yesterday even though I said she would 
have a good time? And who had a good time?"

"Okay, okay, point taken." With a sigh I put my top back on and 
followed her into her room.

"They'll be here presently," she said, sitting on her bed.

"They? How many people did you invite?"

"Only two. Tonight's the last night my folks will be out of town so we 
have to make the best of it."

"I see. By the way, how's Ned?"

"Ned? He's okay ... although he was acting very strangely today, come 
to think of it. He was in some kind of daze and nothing I did could 
shake him out of it. Why do you ask?"

"No reason." The bell rang and Veronica darted out of the room. Once 
more I found myself sitting on her bed with my breath short and my face 
red. The suspense was killing me. What did she have lined up this time, 
a couple of dykes, a husband and wife team, or what? The answer came 
soon enough. Veronica entered the room followed by two strapping black 
six-footers who looked at me like they wanted to rape me on the spot.

"This is Derek and this is Eric," she said brightly. "They're identical 
twins, the same in every details, except that I'd swear Eric's is 
bigger than Derek's."

"That's not true," said the twin who had to be Derek. They certainly 
did look alike, both muscular, square-jawed, and rugged-looking, dark 
as the night and dressed in white T-shirts and white jeans just to make 
themselves look all the darker.

"We'll soon have a second opinion." Veronica made them at home and 
served drinks and cigarettes. "As you guys know, Jackie will soon be a 
blushing bride and I want to make sure she's tasted every pleasure in 
life before she commits herself to the connubial grind. Do you think 
you can show her something new?"

"Unless someone's already done this for her, she ought to find our 
double-barreled fuck interesting," said one of the twins.

"Of course someone's going to have to hold her while we do it," the 
other added.

"Wait a minute," I said, "are you talking about what I'm thinking? That 
is, by double-barreled do you mean ...?" I looked at them in disbelief. 
"No, you couldn't, you've got me mixed up with a veteran, right?"

"See, someone's going to have to hold her." Veronica was sitting next 
to me but I didn't think she'd betray me. Yet she did! Her arms closed 
about me and took me into a hold that I couldn't possibly break. Eric 
and Derek were with her in a flash and the three of them took off my 
clothes and laid me out on the bed. I couldn't believe they were doing 
this to me, nor could I accept that both these men wanted to fuck me at 
once. The pain would be too much for me! I struggled maniacally, 
pulling loose an arm here, a leg there, and immediately using the limb 
to kick and scratch at them. They tried to subdue me but in the end one 
of the twins said he needed a couple of ropes "to hold this bitch 
down." Again Veronica betrayed me. She got several cords from her 
parents' dressing gowns and the twins made good use of them to tie me 
spread-eagled to her bed. I stopped struggling at that point. The more 
I pulled at the ropes the tighter they became and the more they hurt.

"You'll pay for this, Veronica!" I told her, but I was too scared to 
put much conviction into my voice. The two black men looked at their 
handiwork with wide grins, tested the ropes, nodded, and started to 
undress. Now the tension really mounted. With a bit of luck they 
wouldn't be too big to accommodate. But when I saw their exposed cocks 
my asshole twitched in panic and even my pussy contracted nervously and 
became as dry as a bone. God, these guys were hung. Two black cocks 
hung down from hard, flat bellies, two dropping, thick blackjacks that 
could swell up at any moment to turn into billyclubs! "Please don't" I 
begged them. "One at the time, that's the way I like my men, and I'd 
love to do it with either one of you. But not together!"

"Hey, bitch, are you going to keep your mouth shut or ain't you?" asked 
one of them viciously. "You just lie there, understand, and we'll take 
care of business!"

"Veronica, help me!" She sat in her jerk-off chair and watched 
impassively. Revenge would be mine! They told me to lie on my side and 
when I did they lay down at either side of me. There was no contact yet 
but already my skin crawled in expectation. Their bodies were 
beautiful, that I couldn't deny no matter how much they scared me. 
Broad shoulders, emphatic abdominal muscles, deep chests, arms bulging 
with thick muscle, narrow hips, strong legs, and cocks that were 
already filling with blood and expanding beyond my worst fears. Now a 
hand came over from the back and started to caress me slowly, running 
along my side, the waist, the curve of my ass and down my leg. I began 
to tremble. The twin in front of me did the same thing. His hand 
covered my front, running gently along my tits and belly but leaving my 
pussy alone for the time being. That would change, I figured. 
Ordinarily this situation would have excited me beyond the boundaries 
of sanity, but the threat that was being inflated behind me took all 
the fun out of it.

Those black hands crept along my skin purposefully. I got the feeling 
that they had done this many times before. I wanted to cry and I wanted 
to scream but I did neither. If I had screamed really loud my folks 
would have heard me because it was a still night. But I couldn't ask 
them for help in this situation, or at least that's what I told myself. 
Deep down, however, there was a secret desire to undergo just such a 
painful torture. Those fantasies I'd entertained during Frank's visit 
hadn't come from nowhere.

Slowly, slowly, caressing me, coming closer, working their massive 
cocks against the front and back of my legs. The black man in front of 
me had his face almost against mine. His full, sensual lips were 
parting slightly, just enough to show the pink tip of his tongue as it 
lolled about in there ready to go into my mouth. I shuddered and closed 
my eyes. He pressed his lips against mine and opened them in the same 
movement. Then the first intrusion took place. His tongue was unusually 
long. It drove deep into my mouth to lap at my palate, my teeth, and to 
intertwine with my tongue. Again I shuddered but now it was a rill of 
pure bliss. It was all so ... obscene! The man behind me had both my 
buns cupped in his hands and squeezed them in such a way that his 
thumbs were creeping closer and closer to my asshole. When they arrived 
at the spot his thumbs began to exert pressure on my date, and I had to 
fight back an urge to wiggle my ass at him. It was lewd, dirty, and I 
loved it!

So did my cousin. She wasn't content to sit in her chair and look on so 
she got up and kneeled on the side of the bed to watch more closely. 
There was lust in her eyes and her hands restlessly touched various 
parts of her naked body as if looking for the right one to trigger off 
a solo climax. The man in front of me, whom I kept thinking of as Eric, 
had both his hands on my pussy, the one holding it open, the other 
exploring it all over. Derek at my back seemed to be trying to get both 
his thumbs up my tiny asshole, and he was kissing the back of my neck 
passionately. They were as close to me as they were going to get now, 
working their powerful bodies against mine, kissing, fingering, and all 
I could do was lie there with my hands and feet securely bound by the 
long cords.

"Give that girl's head some support," Eric said to Veronica. He didn't 
have to say any more. She moved in right away to rest my head on her 
lap and Eric and Derek moved down some to concentrate more on my 
orifices. While they slipped down along my body and settled there to 
tongue and lick both my asshole and cunthole, Veronica brushed my hair 
out of the way so that her pubic hair met my cheek. All I needed to do 
was turn a little and I'd be face down in her pussy but I was still mad 
with her for arranging this surprise party. However, as the two black 
men rimmed and ate me, that anger melted away into mindless sexual 
passion, which took me to a point at which anything was fun! I turned a 
little and rested face down in her lap, and she obligingly cocked her 
pussy up at me so I could eat in peace.

At that stage the threat of anal penetration lost a lot of its sting. 
Derek's tongue moved up and down my asshole easily, wetting it and 
relaxing it, getting it to hang loose as much as my pussy was doing. 
Eric sucked on my clitoris with devastating expertise, which didn't 
help my morale. And then, as a last development, I began to yearn for a 
big black cock up my ass! I wanted it, needed it, craved it! In my 
mind's eye I could see that dark dagger driving up my snow-white ass, 
boring a tunnel up me, brutalizing me to the point of oblivion! I began 
to moan into Veronica's cunt, moans which turned to gibberish apd then 
to clear-cut statements: "Come on then, fuck me, you big studs! I want 
it, I want it, give it to me. What's the matter? What are you waiting 
for? FUCK ME YOU GODDAMNED ASSHOLES!"

"Hey, that's not nice," one of them said, and the next thing I knew a 
hand came down on my ass with resounding force. The slap stung all the 
way up my throat but instead of deterring me it encouraged me to curse 
them out some more. Face down in Veronica's lap, I started a harangue 
that made them beat my ass with long, stinging blows, sharp pain shot 
through my body and mingled with my aroused passion to drive me mad 
with frustration.

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OH CHRIST I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, PLEASE, PLEASE 
FUCK ME!!"

"That's better," they said and I felt them move up a bit to get their 
cocks into position. I became very quiet, waiting as they slipped their 
shells into the breach. Their cocks felt so thick, so hard, especially 
the one at the back. My asshole tightened with sudden panic but that 
couldn't stop him. As one they shoved upward and a half an inch of cock 
burst past the barriers. A pause, then another shove, and another, 
pushing in unison from front and back driving their hard meat into my 
body with such force that the air was expelled from my lungs. And each 
shove pushed my face harder into Veronica's pussy, which pleased her 
but almost suffocated me.

The shortage of air was a small problem compared with the excess of 
cock. My asshole felt like it was about to burst and it put such a lot 
of stress on my cunt's entrance that I could feel the dividing membrane 
tearing apart! I began to cry out in agony but they took no notice. In 
and out, each shove bringing more of their cocks into my straining 
person.

"Okay, brother," I heard one of them say, and now their big cocks 
started to batter me in all seriousness. The pain was harsh and it 
spread throughout my body. I thought I would surely die. But I thought 
of my fantasies and of how I had to look at that moment, and that 
somehow got me over the pain. Two black men labored to drive their 
cocks deep up my holes, their bodies glistening with sweat, their hands 
grabbing at my tender flesh, my cousin sitting with her legs wide 
apart, leaning against a mound of pillows as she fed her pussy into my 
wide-open mouth to stifle my screams. And I was at the center of all 
this lust, all this passion, taking on two cocks that would have lasted 
normal women a lifetime. Yes, Veronica had been right in arranging this 
little party. I would never need sex on this scale again because I 
would never forget what it was like in every detail. The chafing 
sensation of that big dick in my ass, the way it pushed at secret 
erogenous zones in that musky region, and the virility that went into 
each stroke, thrilled me deeply. But once it was over I knew I could 
live without it.

I drifted into a dense fog of passion which was kept dense by the 
steady pounding of the two cocks. Nothing made sense anymore, it was 
just one sensation piling up on another. It seemed as though they would 
never stop and I didn't care. It was like being on opium or something, 
suspended between life and death. The cocks worked like pumps that 
supplied my body with life, and that was all that was happening. When 
they came it was just an additional sensation and when they pulled out 
it was no different.

They were gone by the time I came to. Veronica looked concerned as she 
sponged my ass down. There was some blood and a lot of sperm on the 
towel. "How do you feel?" she asked. They didn't do any damage, did 
they?"

"No, none at all." I felt myself gingerly and as sore as my pussy and 
ass were I knew they'd be alright in a few hours' time. "No, it was 
really good actually. There was only one problem ... I thought I was 
about to overdose on sex!"

"Really? Wow, that must be a great feeling!" she enthused.

"I guess so ... it certainly is when you surface on the right side of 
it," I said.



Chapter 6


I woke up the next morning and realized there were only two more days 
of being single left to me. After that I would be Frank's to do with 
(or not do with) as he pleased. The idea made me shudder, not so much 
in repulsion as in fear. My feelings about Frank were very mixed at 
that time. He retained the qualities I loved in him but by contrast 
with my other lovers he was looking rather weak. Perhaps he had to work 
his way through the preliminaries before blossoming, like most people 
have to. I didn't know what to think, so I didn't.

The wedding would be held at a nearby church and the reception would 
take place in our home. Dad had taken off a few days from work and Mum 
had postponed all her engagements until I had been properly dispatched. 
Tim hung around, too, but he wasn't being very constructive. He wanted 
me again, I could tell that from the surly way he eyed me. Veronica's 
parents dropped in early that day. Uncle Marvin and Aunt Rona were 
tanned from their vacation and I couldn't help but notice that Marvin 
was more handsome than ever. Veronica had received his looks, the same 
lynx-eyed, high-cheekboned appearance, the same blond hair, and both 
were lithe and strong. Rona was better represented in Ned for some 
reason.

"Two more days, huh?" said Marvin with a wink. "Then you'll know all 
the joys of wedlock."

"She won't know them all," his wife protested. "It takes years to 
discover them all."

"Sex is the only real joy in marriage and that comes on the first 
nigh," he said. "The rest is repetition. Not that I'm knocking 
repetition ... but you have to draw the line where joy begins and just 
ordinary everyday pleasure ends, if you know what I mean." I didn't and 
never had known what Uncle Marvin meant but I liked him immensely just 
the same. We had always been close, he and I; he liked to buy me treats 
and to talk with me. Talk at me, actually. Marvin liked to bounce his 
ideas off other people.

"You're a fool, Marvin," said his wife without rancor. She joined my 
mother in the kitchen and left me and my uncle alone.

"You see? Familiarity breeds contempt. My fault, of course, showed 
myself to be vulnerable; offered one finger, she took the whole foot, 
it's typical. Women are essentially cruel and rightfully so. But tell 
me, how do you feel about this fellow, what's his name, Frank?"

"Right now I can't tell you," I said. "Everything seems upside down."

"That's a good sign, serious doubt implies serious feelings. If you'd 
mouthed the usual clichés I would have known it was just another farce 
but you may very well love him." Having spoken, my uncle got up and 
left the house. I looked after him in bewilderment. His words made 
sense but he didn't. Something in his attitude toward me had changed, a 
very subtle adjustment that took me from being a girl to a woman in his 
eyes.

For the rest of the day people came in and out of the house for one 
reason or another, and I was the unwilling focus of their attention. 
Uncle Eddie dropped by but he avoided me. He and my father talked for a 
while about the wedding arrangements, and while they did I sat back and 
relished the idea that I had made love with both brothers.

Late in the afternoon my mother's brother, Al, and his wife Dora 
arrived to spend a few days with us. I hadn't seen Uncle Al in years 
and so I was surprised by the enthusiasm of his embrace. "My baby, look 
at you!" he exclaimed, holding me back from him so his eyes could run 
the length and breadth of me. "My goodness, what a few years can do. 
That's one hell of a beautiful daughter you got yourself, Sis!" My 
mother agreed modestly. "Yes sir! That bridegroom is a lucky son of a 
gun!"

"Thank you, Uncle," I said.

"Call me Al. You're too old for that uncle nonsense. Isn't she a gem, 
Dora? Look at her. That lucky son of a gun!" His wife seemed quite as 
enthusiastic as her husband, which surprised me. Pretty soon they had 
me feeling like an exhibit, the way they stared at me. "Well, let's 
have a drink together," he said to the family at large. "It's party 
time!"

He supplied the charge that had been wanting all this time. In a moment 
the whole tribe had been galvanized into action, clearing up the lists, 
clothes, and other papers to make room for guests and drinks. The sun 
was just setting and the smell of food suffused the whole house as my 
mother and Dora cooked rows of hamburgers and prepared the trimmings. 
Since it was my wedding I was exempted from the housework, to sit with 
the guests and take part in the drinking and talking. Tim was there 
with Dad, Marvin and Rona, Al and Dora, Veronica, Ned, and Uncle Eddie 
came in a little later. What a good-looking family I had, I thought as 
I looked around at their faces. They were evenly divided into light and 
dark, my father's side being dark, my mother's the blond, all were in 
good shape, and as my gaze roamed about I realized there wasn't one 
person there with whom I wouldn't love to go to bed. As it turned out, 
that was just as well.

"Hey, Jackie, come over here and sit on your uncle's lap one more 
time!" Al called out in the middle of the festivities. "Another day and 
a half and you'll own a monopoly on a lap and it'll own you, but until 
then you can come and go as you please, right?"

"Right," I laughed. The drinks were starting to get to me and as always 
the first part of my anatomy to feel the effect was my pussy. I didn't 
understand why it should be the first to start feeling good, but that's 
the way it happened. The next part would be my head. Already I was 
feeling a little giddy and light up there but it was my pussy that 
dominated the action. It throbbed darkly, casting about for stimuli, 
and when Uncle Al invited me to sit on his lap I jumped at the chance. 
Everyone cheered as I got on top of him and reclined in his arms, but 
then the event was over and the conversation raced on. I didn't know 
what they were talking about but it obviously interested them. I sipped 
at my drink and sat back against my uncle.

He was a handsome devil. For as long as I could remember he'd provided 
the family with gossip. He had traveled widely, knocked about with a 
lot of women, and his taste (so I'd heard) ran to the bizarre. I was 
dying to find out what that meant. When he had married a few years ago 
rumors sprang up about his wife, Dora. She wasn't kosher, as Eddie put 
it, but why, why, why? No one told me the details and looking at her 
gave me no clues. She was a small redhead, busty, with a pert ass, 
flashing green eyes, and full, red lips, a small sex bomb in other 
words. But what was wrong with that?

Someone gave me another drink. The family was deeply involved in the 
discussion now and I got the idea it was politics that occupied them 
so. Only two of us were not absorbed by the issues. One was me, the 
other was Al. Something was growing under my ass, something long and 
hard, and when I turned around to look him in the eye he winked 
lasciviously. I wriggled around a little as if to get comfortable, but 
he knew what I meant. His wife was talking along with the others and we 
were in effect isolated in an oasis of silence. His cock throbbed under 
me ominously, a time bomb set to go off at any time. And while his 
hands rested on innocuous parts of my body, the fact was that they were 
touching me and exciting me! He reached for his drink, took a sip, put 
it down, and then his hand disappeared. A moment later I felt something 
caress my ass!

I couldn't believe he would try to touch me up in the middle of a 
family reunion, and yet his hand moved boldly over my ass and tugged at 
my dress from behind to get it out of the way. I wanted to stop him but 
the drinks had gone to my head by this time ... or to my pussy; either 
one could have made me sit back and enjoy it. He succeeded in working 
my dress up to around my waist while keeping it decently covering my 
thighs in front, and now his hand moved to the waistband of my panties. 
My excitement increased with every second. How did he dare? And how did 
I dare? It was too thrilling for words.

He got his hand on my naked ass and I thought he'd be content with 
that. But no, he kept looking for more charges. He covered my ass with 
small squeezes, always working downward in the direction of my pussy. 
That was too much to hope for. I was getting wet and very, very horny 
at the idea, though. To help him I slung my legs over the side of his 
chair and faced the company so they would think I was listening to 
them. Now he could get to my cunt without any trouble at all, and he 
wasted no time. A solitary finger caressed my pussy lips over and over, 
stirring me up so much that I wanted to scream just to relieve my 
sexual tension. And when that finger found my cunt hole and eased up it 
I had to grit my teeth to keep from giving the game away.

Rushes of pleasure tore through my body as his finger surreptitiously 
fucked me. My parents, my aunts, uncles, brother, cousins, everyone was 
close enough to hear the squelches of my pussy but they were talking 
too loudly. I felt my color change from red to white and back to 
scarlet and I just knew that my face was contorted in grimaces, but 
since no one noticed anything there was nothing to worry about. Dora 
provided me with another drink. Did she look at me funny? Her husband's 
finger was in me so deep that I thought my cunt would swallow his fist 
next. She smiled pleasantly and resumed her seat beside us. Uncle Eddie 
asked if I had an opinion of federal revenue sharing, and I said no, I 
didn't.

After a while of this I started to feel nauseous. The sexual tension 
clashed with the alcoholic relaxation, pulling me this way, then that, 
and I had to tell my uncle to pull out so I could go up and take a 
breather. He nodded, adjusted my clothing, and patted me on the ass 
when I was once more presentable. My departure wasn't noticed. The air 
in the room was thick with smoke, talk, and the clink of glasses. They 
were having a great time without me and I was glad of it. The quiet of 
my room was like a cool shower on a hot day for my ears. I stretched 
out on my bed and lay there until my mind had sorted itself out 
sufficiently to start thinking in straight lines again. It was only 
then that the riskiness of Al's behavior really hit me. If someone had 
seen him fingering me the party would have been over, the wedding would 
have been cancelled, and I would in all likelihood have been disowned! 
What madness! All for the sake of sex!

But it seemed worth it in retrospect. I smiled and stretched 
luxuriously as I recaptured the sensations his finger had produced in 
me, and my hands caressed that sensitive area to make it all more 
vivid. Yes, it had been worth it. My body still hummed from the event 
and I began to wonder what other tricks he had up his sleeve. Would he 
sneak into my bedroom late at night? Or attack me in the woods not far 
from the house? Uncle Al was likely to do anything.

In spite of this expectation I wasn't prepared for what he actually 
did. As I lay there, half dozing, half playing with myself, the door 
opened a crack and a whispered voice said: "Anybody home!"

"Uncle Al!" I sat upright and withdrew my hands from my lap. "You 
shouldn't be here! Come on, let's get back to the party, this is too 
dangerous!"

"Dangerous? What, an uncle chatting with his niece? Come now, Jackie, 
you're letting your imagination run away with you." He closed the door 
and sat on the side of the bed. "I just wanted to tell you that that 
was the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me. To sit there in 
front of your father and everybody with my finger up your lovely little 
pussy ... well, how can I express the feelings, it was just too grand. 
And you liked it too, right?" His hand was on my knee and moving on up. 
I made no attempt to push it away, figuring he would know when to stop. 
I told him it had been fun but that he shouldn't think anything of it, 
and he said he didn't. But his hand kept sliding along my thigh 
squeezing, progressing, heading right for my crotch, and the closer it 
came the wetter I got. It was downright embarrassing how much fluid 
oozed out of my pussy. By the time his hand reached the diamond of my 
panties it was soaking wet, and he smiled broadly. "You're a sexy piece 
of work," he said, his voice sounding a little breathless. "Frank is 
either going to be the luckiest or the unluckiest man on this planet. 
With women like you there is no middle ground."

"Thank you," I said.

"Jesus, feel how wet your panties are," he said, more to himself than 
me, "dripping wet, juicier than a Florida orange! What I wouldn't give 
for a bite of your pussy, my girl there's nothing I want more right 
now."

"You really shouldn't," I said, slightly taken aback by his frankness. 
There was still this lingering notion of him as an uncle, a man older 
than me who used to give me quarters a long time ago. And now his hand 
pressed urgently against the crotch of my panties, fingers manipulated 
the flimsy, sodden garment to get it out of the way, to stroke my naked 
hairy flesh and probe the depths of my labia, and all the while he 
stared me in the face and told me how he wanted to suck the last drop 
of juice out of my cunt, how he wanted to grease me up so his fist 
could fit in me and then his head and maybe his whole body, fantasizing 
vulgarly and agitating me beyond belief. A childhood memory came back 
to me, how I'd tried to stuff a doll up my pussy because I wanted to 
give birth to it. The very idea of Al fitting in me was enough to make 
me tremble with a violent lust.

"Then eat me!" I hissed suddenly. "Stop talking so much! Oh yes, take 
them off, they're only in the way! Now eat me like you said you would, 
take me!"

I drew my legs back as soon as he had taken off my panties, and stood 
on my feet to hoist my loins up into the air. Now my pussy was right in 
front of his face, dripping, wide open, and all he had to do was sink 
into it face first. He held back as long as either one of us could 
bear, caressing, titillating, breathing on it, but then he dove in with 
a vengeance and started to eat me with smacking lips. Burning currents 
of lust coursed through my veins. I was horny, obscene, possessed, 
feeding him my cunt as if there was a risk of him letting go. Al sat on 
the bed and grabbed hold of my ass to stretch my cheeks apart and open 
my cunt right up. Then his long, agile tongue snaked into my cunt and 
set off an orgasm that made me crash to the bed and writhe about 
helplessly for a few minutes, while he followed me about doggedly.

He was a fine mickey muncher. The fact that I was climaxing didn't stop 
him for a second. He ate, licked, sucked, and loved every part of my 
cunt over and over, and he soon began to include my asshole in his 
rounds. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, dipping, digging, 
licking, and soothing me inside and out. His fingers traced patterns 
along my inner thighs or penetrated a hole vacated by his busy tongue. 
And I had no defense against any of his stimulations. I rolled about, 
panted, moaned, told him how wonderful it was, and generally forgot all 
about the clan drinking down below us.

Veronica had to remind us. She burst in suddenly and said: "Quick, your 
mother is looking for you!" The door closed and for a split second Al 
and I looked at each other in alarm. Then, just as quickly, he pocketed 
my panties, pulled my dress over my legs, wiped his face with a 
handkerchief and straightened up the bed and his hair. My mother came 
into the room seconds after we had restored ourselves to uncle and 
niece. She looked suspicious all the same.

"What's the matter, dear, aren't you feeling well?" she asked with a 
sidelong glance at her brother.

"Not too great, no, but I was mainly relaxing for a bit," I said. 
"Uncle Al and I were just talking about old times, but I'll come down 
now if you want me to."

"I'd appreciate that. And could I have a word with you, Al?" When I 
left the room I heard my mother talk low and fast at her brother and I 
figured it probably had something to do with the truth of the matter. 
He had a reputation, after all. No one else was bothered by our 
absence. Dora pressed another drink into my hand and winked 
enigmatically. Veronica made a gesture of mopping her brow at me, and 
Tim gave me a surly look. It had been a close call, too close for my 
liking. Worse, my body had been switched on by an expert and nothing 
could turn it off. I sat in an easy chair and kept my dress pulled down 
as far as possible to disguise the fact that I had no panties on, but 
my naked cunt chafed against the rough upholstery and that was all I 
needed to stay at boiling point.

Everything but my bodily needs was irrelevant. I couldn't join in the 
conversation because my cunt was on fire. My thoughts circled around 
sex and naturally turned to the experiences of the past few days, 
reliving them all in Technicolor and stereo, which only served to 
excite me even more. My naked ass on the chair, the chance that someone 
might look up my dress and notice my furry beaver peering back at him, 
the presence of so many men, so many cocks, in the one room, and Al's 
lingering glances, they all threw coals on the fire. I didn't know 
which way to turn, and finally I excused myself to go to the bathroom.

I meant to pick up a pair of panties on the way but I forgot in my 
hurry to find a moment's privacy. Once in the bathroom I locked the 
door and looked around for an object that had roughly the same size as 
a cock. My mother's hairbrush had a fine long handle to it, smooth and 
without sharp edges. I sat on the toilet and spread my legs, hoisted up 
my dress and worked the handle into my cunt. The effect was that of 
mild relief but I found that the more I pushed the handle into my pussy 
the more it seemed to work. Both my hands were wrapped about the 
bristles, pushing the handle in deeper and deeper until the bristles 
rubbed against my cunt and clitoris. Now I was getting somewhere. I put 
one foot on the side of the tub, the other I rested on a stool, and 
with my back against the cistern I let myself have it. The brush moved 
in and out quickly, propelled by my lust, and the bristles chafed 
against my clitoris to send the flames leaping high. I was gasping, 
sweating, straining, getting closer to a climax by the second, yet I 
couldn't quite reach it. My frustration led me to masturbate harder, 
more brutally, the brush hurt me badly several times when I missed the 
hole, and once it nearly went up my ass, but nothing could stop me. I 
cursed under my breath as that elusive orgasm receded as fast as I 
approached. A change of tactics was called for. I pulled the handle out 
and applied the rough bristles directly to my pussy. That hurt! Tiny 
pinpricks of pain set my cunt on edge and I was back where I'd started 
from. With a heartfelt curse I flung the brush down and got off the 
toilet. This wasn't my night!

Back in the living room the party was getting rough. My parents were 
drunk, so were Marvin and Rona. Only Al and Dora seemed to be on top of 
things. Veronica, Tim, Ned, and I were suddenly sent off to bed without 
explanation. By that time I was in such a bad mood that I was glad to 
be dismissed. Veronica tried to talk me into coming over to her place. 
She was horny, looking for action. I told her to take more of an 
interest in her own family, meaning Ned, a suggestion to which she 
responded with raised eyebrows. "Ned? You must be joking," she said, 
and turned on her heel to leave. Tim was next to put the hard word on 
me and I brushed him off as brusquely. All I wanted to do was go to 
sleep and let this fit of frustration dissipate itself without 
bothering me.

Once in my room I locked the door, stripped, and lay on the bed. A cool 
night breeze blew through the room and cooled me down a bit. I thought 
of masturbating but it seemed too futile. My mind swirled with bits and 
pieces of fantasy and reality, ranging from the rape in my mind to the 
finger in my pussy there in the living room. At that point I just 
wanted my marriage to take place so I could settle down with the one 
man and save myself so much confusion. And since there was over a day 
yet to be lived through before that happened, I wished for sleep. Of 
course the sandman passed me by that night.

An hour later the riot downstairs stopped abruptly. The front door 
opened and closed. I looked out through the window and saw Veronica's 
mother walking out arm in arm with none other than my dear old Dad! 
That meant that my mother was with Marvin! Oh no, that was too much to 
accept in the one go. My parents were swapping? Perhaps Al and Dora 
were in the ring, too. But a little later I heard footsteps up the 
stairs and a couple passed my room to get to the guest room. I heard 
them talking and they were definitely Al and Dora. Some minutes later 
my mother and Uncle Marvin headed for the master bedroom. I was 
stunned. The house seemed to be in the grip of a sex epidemic!

I didn't know the whole story yet. Minutes ticked by. Faint sounds came 
either from the master or the guest bedroom, sounds of fucking. My 
pussy stirred uneasily, my nipples hardened, and it was with difficulty 
that I refrained from jerking off some more. The cool breeze couldn't 
stop me from breaking out into a fever of lust. I tried not to imagine 
my mother getting laid by Marvin and I didn't want to think about my 
dear old Dad putting it to Rona, but somehow the awareness of this swap 
pervaded me through and through, and gave me a sense of reckless desire 
that had me tossing and turning wildly.

Did I imagine it or was there a soft tapping at my door? Surely not. I 
held my breath and listened, half hoping, half afraid. Something told 
me I was in for a new experience, and new experiences always shattered 
old assumptions. Yes! Someone was at the door. The door knob turned a 
few times, then it stopped. In panic I rushed to the door, unlocked it 
and looked out. To my relief the knocker hadn't given up. He was right 
outside, grinning widely.

"Uncle Al!" I moved back behind the door to hide my nakedness but he 
took that as a sign to come in. And once he was in my room I could 
hardly eject him.

"Hi, baby. You didn't think you'd seen the last of me, did you? The 
night is still young and you and I have a lot more to say to each 
other."

"But Aunt Dora ..."

"She wants to talk to you, too. Do you mind?"

"I guess not."

"Then come with me." He waited for me to put on my robe and then led 
the way to the guest room. Al had on a pair of pajama bottoms, nothing 
else, and when he stepped into the brightly lit room he and his wife 
occupied I saw just how strong and tanned he was. A deep chest, a 
muscular stomach, and thick arms that could crush a woman! As for Dora, 
she lay, under a single sheet, obviously naked, very relaxed. She 
smiled at me but let her husband do the talking. "We like to do 
everything together," my uncle told me as he made himself comfortable 
on the bed next to his wife. I was left standing in the center of the 
room and I felt a little foolish for thinking he'd had sex on his mind. 
So what did he want? To tell me the facts of life?

"Can I sit down?" I asked.

"Wait till you've heard me out," Al said. He lit a cigarette at his 
leisure, all the while surveying me with his eyes. If only he knew how 
restless I was he wouldn't be detaining me. "As I said, Dora and I like 
to do things together. In fact, we'd like to do you together. I suppose 
that shocks you." They eyed me with some complacency, and I took some 
pleasure in disillusioning them.

"Okay, I'm shocked. Now will you get to it!" For a moment they didn't 
know what to do but then Dora let out a peal of laughter and told her 
husband that he'd been upped. He nodded and got off the bed slowly. He 
looked menacingly at me as his powerful arms reached out. I stood my 
ground. He grabbed my robe, held it for a moment, and then pulled at it 
hard so that I almost fell and stumbled toward them. I ended up on the 
bed and they didn't give me a chance to recover myself. Hands tore at 
my robe, removed it, and left me rolling from side to side naked, at 
their mercy. They pawed at me, fingered, felt, squeezed, explored me, 
both of them grinning like vampires let loose in a blood bank. It took 
me a minute or so to adjust to this new situation but once it hit home 
I was all for it. At last! Now my frustrations would be relieved, my 
body would be satisfied! Gone were thoughts about my parents, about 
marriage, for now I wanted to see what my uncle and aunt could do.

They settled down at either end of me. My aunt was down on my pussy, 
eating it the way only a woman could. Her tongue was like that of a 
cat, abrasive, persistent, and very accurate. It stroked that hard 
little clit into ecstasy, it lapped at my pink inner flesh until my 
cunt opened like a flower in the morning, and she scooped up my juices 
the way a lizard catches flies. I couldn't see her because my uncle was 
astride my chest, his hard cock towering up before my eyes, both his 
hands mauling my tits gleefully. "What a pair of boobs," he said 
softly. "Jesus Christ, look how firm they are, real stargazers, 
beautiful!"

I could see why he should be impressed. Dora was an attractive woman 
with her red hair and her sex bomb look, but her tits were too big and 
heavy to do anything but look down. I imagined they were very soft, 
like jelly with too much water, and I could hardly wait to sample them. 
But that would come later. For the moment I was more than happy with 
the way she ate me and the pleasure with which my uncle kneaded my 
tits. He leaned forward a little and pressed my tits against his cock 
so that only the flushed knob protruded. It hovered an inch from my 
mouth. All I had to do was move my head forward and I'd be able to take 
a bite. But he would feed it to me when he was ready.

Aunt Dora was eating more than my pussy by this time. Her tongue 
slithered down and around my asshole with increasing frequency until 
she ignored my fig and poked her tongue deep up my back passage. I 
writhed with a sudden burst of pleasure. It tickled, not so as to make 
me laugh but to make my insides wriggle with pleasure. Her hands were 
on my buns, keeping them apart and digging into them with her long 
nails. I started to get greedy. "Let me eat you, Uncle," I whispered to 
him. "Come on, let me take that big dick into my mouth. I'm so hungry 
for you!"

"Go ahead, baby," he said absently. He had been fucking my tits, 
working his cock between the two fleshy mounds so that his glans got 
enough of a work-out to make him forget about everything else. His eyes 
were half shut and he was breathing heavily. When I took his knob 
between my lips he let out a long groan and almost shoved his cock and 
balls down my throat. "Mmmm yeah!" he hissed. "Ssssssssssuckit! Eat it, 
baby, take it all down. Yeah, beautiful, that's the way, run your 
tongue over it. Wow! And there I was thinking you were a virgin. My 
God, baby, you've got it, I-T, it!"

His hands held the back of my head to give it some support and his long 
cock rode in and out of my mouth with easy strokes. He had his mouth 
wide open and his head back, fucking me like he was about to come 
terminally. I wasn't doing much more than keeping my lips between his 
cock and my teeth, because down below my aunt was eating my ass so 
effectively that I was too busy climaxing to pay him much heed. Her 
tongue had a way of jiggling back and forth rapidly so as to inflame my 
asshole and send me to within an inch of exploding into a major climax. 
But her tongue alone couldn't take me all the way, and the excruciating 
pain and pleasure of hovering between ecstasy and frustration had me at 
the point of screaming!

"She's ready now," I heard Dora say.

"Oh ... good," sighed my uncle. He withdrew his cock from my mouth with 
some regret and moved off my chest. Before I could say anything Rona 
pressed her tart, red-haired pussy into my mouth, and I began to eat it 
the way a baby does when a tit is placed between its lips. Vaguely it 
registered with me that my uncle had lifted my thighs and placed them 
on his own, that he was holding my asshole open with all his fingers, 
and that something rockhard was bumping into it. A peal of joy rose in 
my heart: more anal fucking! Ever since the first time I'd been 
interested in trying it again just to see if the second time would be 
as good. Now I was due to find out. His knob moved into place easily 
thanks to Dora's thorough licking, and then he pushed hard and the rest 
of his cock slid into me snugly. When his pubic hair brushed against my 
cheeks I let out a gust of air that turned into a yell of pleasure, and 
it seemed to echo in the vaginal canyon of my aunt. I couldn't stop. I 
tried to lick and eat but each thudding stroke produced another cry of 
passion in me, muffled in red-haired flesh. What a duet they were. 
While my uncle fucked my ass, my aunt turned about with her pussy as a 
pivot, and let me eat her back and front while she went down on my 
cunt. It was vacant and in need of some sympathy while my asshole had 
all the fun. Aunt Dora gave it to me. Her deft, rapid tongue went into 
action again, flicking at my distended hole, lassoing my clit, sucking 
me dry, and pausing now and then to kiss her husband's plowing cock. It 
was getting too much for me. A cock up my ass, a tongue up my cunt with 
fingers coming in and out, and a pussy in my face, hands roving from my 
feet to my tits, it was as though I'd been trapped in a sensual car 
wash! I started to moan, and I neglected Dora's cunt. All of my 
energies were moving down to my asshole, building up, glowing white, 
and the rest of me stiffened. It was like a fit! I was taut from head 
to foot and a continuous series of tremors ran along my limbs and 
torso. I heard myself pleading for mercy. I was scared, unwilling to 
venture further into this peculiar paradise!

"No, that's enough," I whimpered. "Please Dora, tell him to stop! 
Something's wrong. Oh God! PLEEEEEEEAASSEEE! NO, GET THE FUCK OFF, 
STOP, STOP, I'LL SCREAM THE HOUSE DOWN, OH! AH! OOOOOOOOOHHHHH 
NOOOOOOO!! UNCLE AL, HARDER, HARDER, DRIVE IT IN ME, OH YES, FUCK ME 
LIKE A BULL, HARDER, SLAM IT IN!! WHEEEEEEEE!!" It was like passing the 
sound barrier for the first time. That hard bubble of emotion broke 
into a sunburst of bliss, fluffy pyrotechnics that lit up my insides 
and left me in awe of its splendor. He kept fucking, Aunt Dora kept 
sucking, but they couldn't add anything to what they had already 
wrought in me.

I came down like a leaf falling from a tree, and during this long 
tranquil time I amused myself by playing with my aunt's pussy. Ever 
since Veronica had shown hers to me I had developed a deep interest in 
cunts. There were so many shapes and sizes! Veronica's was compact and 
pudgy, mine was a secret slit in the skin between my legs, and Dora's 
was a woman's cunt, a big, full-blown rosy piece of work that opened at 
the slightest touch to reveal the big ragged pink flaps inside, and the 
mysterious black hole beyond the pink configurations. I worked a finger 
into that hole and pretty soon there was room for another ... and 
another! Three fingers poked about inside her pussy. Aunt Dora started 
to lose the beat of her sucking just as I was beginning to enjoy it 
again. Uncle Al was fucking my ass very slowly, almost at a standstill, 
obviously waiting for an orgasm to recede. My bunched fingers moved at 
the same pace but they also pushed at the boundaries to see if her cunt 
would give some more. It would and did. Four fingers moved into place. 
There was little resistance. Her tongue barely moved about in my pussy 
now. Curiosity got the better of me. How much could she take? The four 
bunched fingers pushed in as far as they could and to my amazement the 
rest of my hand slipped inside to leave only my thumb to stick up 
against her slit. I considered sticking that up her ass but then I 
decided to go all the way.

She was very still when I withdrew my hand a little way and added my 
thumb to the bunch. When I pushed in she let out a long wail, half 
pain, half delight. Now there was plenty of resistance. I got the 
digits inside but the rest of my hand wasn't allowed in. I moved it 
back and forth to distribute her ample juices. Now there was some 
progress. With bated breath I pushed in with all my strength. My aunt 
slid forward but then came right back. She pushed and I pushed and with 
a slippery swallow her cunt took my hand in to the wrist!

"Wow!" was all I could say. Dora lifted herself by placing both hands 
on the bed and held that position so she could rock back and forth into 
my hand. Al peered curiously over her shoulder to see what was exciting 
his wife so much. He couldn't see and she couldn't tell him what was 
happening, so he pulled out and crawled around to see with his own 
eyes. They nearly popped out when he saw my fist up her cunt.

"Holy shit! I've never seen that before! Let me get a piece of that 
ass!" Before she or I could say anything he mounted her from behind and 
shoved his cock up her asshole. Dora felt no pain. She contained my 
fist and his cock and the only sound that came out of her was an 
occasional whimper. She sounded as though she was choking on her own 
passions yet she made no move to get away from the invaders. Al fucked 
her like a demon, excited to the point at which he couldn't control 
himself. I fist-fucked her until her cunt cut off my circulation. And 
just as I pulled out, Al blew his wad into her. Soundless, my aunt 
pitched to one side when he pulled out, and kept on whimpering. I felt 
very tired. My eyes fell to, I made myself more comfortable, and let 
go. My uncle picked me up and carried me into my own bed. My dreams 
were most pleasant that night.



Chapter 7


I soaked in the tub for a long time early next morning as if that would 
shrink my orifices back to their virginal condition. Actually there 
wasn't all that much of a difference when I inspected myself later. The 
body, obviously, was made to be fucked. Everybody's was, even my 
mother's. In the clear light of morning that thought struck me with 
redoubled force. I couldn't imagine her doing the things I'd been doing 
so much of this past week. My mother was quiet, reserved, beyond all 
that. At breakfast I looked her over with new eyes, and still she 
seemed beyond the reach of bodily enticements.

The family gathering was subdued that morning. Headaches, bloodshot 
eyes, and queasy stomachs were the chief complaints. Only me, Al, and 
Dora were in the pink. Marvin and Rona came in later and looked just as 
poorly. Yet by afternoon they were all drinking again, albeit more 
slowly. Everything had been arranged. Caterers would come in the 
morning to set up tables and load them down with food and drinks. The 
wedding dress had been fitted, tried on, altered, and declared perfect. 
And all the other old stuff was done, too, so that the family had 
nothing better to do than sit around and drink.

I kept watching my mother and I noticed how, after a couple of drinks, 
the real woman in her emerged. Yes, she was sexy! The way she crossed 
her legs, the looks she gave men, the way her voice changed, all told 
me that she was on the make! I couldn't get over it. What's more, she 
was working on her own brother, and he was responding. What did Dad 
think of that? Dora, like a good wife, was distracting him from that 
incipient affair.

Everything became a bit unreal at this point. It was the middle of the 
afternoon when my mother excused herself. It was a minute later when Al 
got up and went into the house, leaving the rest of us to sit in the 
garden and watch Dora and Dad make friends. I couldn't contain my 
curiosity. While they were busy I snuck away and up the stairs to see 
what was going on.

There were voices in the master bedroom, and when I leaned against the 
door and pressed my ear to it I could make out what they were saying. 
Al was telling my mother how exciting she was and how he had missed her 
and did she remember all the good times they'd had as kids? And my 
mother replied: "Yes I do, especially when we used to go to the lake 
and masturbate to see who could come first. Do you recall that? Al? 
Wasn't that fun?"

"You always won, too," he said, "but I'll bet I'd win if we had a 
contest today."

"You're joking," said my mother. "You do a lot more fucking than I do 
so I'm always on edge and you're always spent. That's no contest at 
all."

"How would you like to put money on that?" They decided on five dollars 
and I heard the sound of clothes coming off and a lot of giggling and 
laughter. I had to see this! There was a wide crack under the door but 
that only showed me two sets of bare feet heading for the bed. It was 
risky but I eased the door open a crack and peered through. Now I had a 
grandstand view. They got down on opposite sides of the bed, facing 
each other, and while Al took his half-hard cock in hand my mother 
started to caress her tits with one hand and play with her pussy using 
the other. She was in great shape, her tits were still firm and full, 
her belly had only a few small rolls in it, and she certainly was young 
at heart to judge by her masturbation! It turned me on mightily to see 
her playing with herself and I wished I could join in, but this was a 
brother and sister reunion. They smiled at each other and worked hard 
to beat each other.

Al was good and hard now and my mother was laying back, driving a long 
finger into her cunt, bringing one tit up to her mouth to suck and chew 
at the nipple. "I'm going to win this easily," said Al, jerking off to 
beat the band.

"You'll have to be quick!" panted my mother.

"No faking it, now," he warned her. "I'm going to test you for wetness 
afterward."

"You never did have any morals," she said, and then they both fell 
quiet to concentrate on their double solo. Al was staring at her cunt, 
and she was watching him beat off just as avidly. I rooted for my 
mother silently and that must have made the difference because she 
stiffened suddenly and then became very, very relaxed. "Aaaahh, that's 
nice," she said softly. "I told you I'd win."

"Let me make sure you didn't cheat." Her brother bent over her pussy 
and ran a finger along the slit, then tasted her juices appreciatively. 
"Mmmm, delicious! But I'm not sure you're wet enough. I'll run another 
check." My mother smiled broadly as he settled down with his face 
pressed into her pussy and his body between her legs. She ran her hands 
through his hair and looked down on him with a tranquility that made me 
envious. She let him eat and drink his fill before gently pushing him 
over on his back and sitting on his cock. They were very practiced in 
everything they did, more so than passionate, like two partners of long 
standing doing what they were best at. She fucked him with short, 
bobbing strokes, working his cock into her cunt from all angles and to 
all depths, with her big cheeks quivering and shaking and her tits 
dangling in his face. I closed the door carefully and tiptoed down the 
stairs, still in a state of shock.

"Here she is!" said my father when I rejoined them. He sounded a bit 
tipsy and certainly acted it. He put his arm about me and hugged me 
tightly before he went on. "My little girl who's getting married 
tomorrow. It's hard to believe--" And he went into the standard rave 
about how only yesterday I peed on his lap. I bore with it as best I 
could, as did the other relatives, but luckily Dad had more than 
memories on his mind. "And now it's time for the father-and-daughter 
heart-to-heart talk," he announced. "Come on, my girl, let's find some 
place that's private and discuss matters."

He wanted to take me to the master bedroom and I hastily steered him 
away from there. "Let's go sit in the den," I said, pulling at his 
hand. "I like being there, it's so comfortable."

"Alright, baby, anything you want." We went into his den and sat in 
easy chairs smoking cigarettes and enjoying the silence. At last he 
started to talk. I wasn't listening too closely. Being alone with him 
set my nerves on edge. I thought of Mum and her brother playing doctors 
upstairs, of the other brush Dad and I had had, of tomorrow's wedding, 
and how badly I wanted to fuck my father. If I could have him I would 
be satisfied! But he was in one chair and I was in the other. What was 
worse, he was babbling on about the birds and the bees while I was 
thinking about the blow job I'd given him!

"Daddy, please!" I burst out. "You know that that's all old stuff! I 
want you, I don't care what you think about that, I just want to make 
love with you once more before I settle down. Please, let's do it now 
or we never will!" The words rang through the study over and over as if 
to haunt me. My father was in the process of lighting another cigarette 
and I wondered if he had heard me. "Daddy?"

"No! It's wrong!" He slammed down his fist and refused to look at me.

"Oh yeah? That's wrong, right? But it's not wrong for you to sleep with 
Rona and there's nothing wrong with Mum going to bed with Al or 
Marvin." Silence. "Daddy, don't you want me?" He was lost in indecision 
and to help make up his mind I took off my clothes and walked over to 
stand in front of him. "Please, make love to me."

"You really want me to? Okay." He took off his clothes without further 
hesitation. He'd only been waiting for me to persuade him. Now we faced 
each other like a man and a woman, horny, alone, and ready! His cock 
throbbed hard and upright, my nipples were just as hard and throbbed as 
much. His hands took me by the arms and drew my body against his, and 
our mouths met in a passionate kiss. His cock pressed into my belly. I 
felt faint with passion, there was no need for foreplay, I was ready to 
go! But I kissed him back and wrapped my arms about him so my hands 
rested on his ass to caress his hairy, hard buns and work one hand 
around under them to get at his balls.

He could hardly wait! As we kissed and caressed he moved me back onto 
the couch and lay on top of me, his body already in motion, his cock 
chafing against my inner thighs. "I knew this would happen," he said as 
he pinched my breasts and sucked at the nipples. "Ever since that 
Sunday morning I haven't been able to get you off my mind. I dreamed 
about you, it's shameful but it's true, and now that I have you here I 
just want to make love to you for the rest of the day. You've grown up 
into such a beautiful woman, Jackie, just like ..." He didn't finish 
the sentence but I knew he was thinking of Mum when she was my age. I 
would have objected had he not had his hand on my cunt and had his 
fingers not been fiddling with my clit and my hairs nimbly enough to 
make me think of more pleasant matters. My mother might have been good-
looking in her day and she still wasn't bad, but now it was my turn. He 
was mine, his cock was hard for me!

His mouth roved over my body, sampling nipples, flesh, my armpits, my 
fingers, pussy, thighs, the backs of my knees, loving me with his 
taste, touch, and eyes. I could feel his gaze burning into my every 
part and it aroused me intensely to have his admiration. His mouth 
pressed into my cunt to bring to bear twenty years of married life on 
it, and within a minute I was writhing and twisting like a puppet under 
his manipulations. He had a way of pushing his lower lip into my pussy 
and pressing it up toward the pubic bone, that opened me right up and 
admitted his lip and tongue deep into the cunt cavity. I reached down 
and began to tug at his arms. "Come on Daddy, let's do it!" I whispered 
urgently. "Let's make love before we're interrupted. We may never have 
this chance again!"

"Yes, yes, in a minute." He took a few last bites of my cunt and then 
got up to walk over to the den door and check to see that it was 
locked. When he turned to come back to me I saw his cock fully erect, 
just the way it had been under the shower that fateful day, only this 
time it was standing up for me and was about to penetrate me! It stood 
tall and thick like a stripped tree, glowing in the afternoon light, a 
rosy tip that throbbed with virility, balls that swung slowly to and 
fro as he walked. All I could do was submit. I rested one leg on the 
back of the couch, the other was on the floor, and with both hands I 
held my cunt open to him. He lay on top of me and pushed his cock into 
my wet hole, grunting with the effort of penetrating me the whole way 
in the first stroke. And then he was inside me, I had him where I 
wanted him!

"Lie perfectly still," he said. "I don't want to blow in the first 
second. Don't move a muscle!"

"Do I excite you that much, Daddy?"

"I'm afraid so." We hardly dared to breathe during that moment's 
crisis. His cock lay embedded in my cunt flesh, pulsing with life and 
sending the echoes of its vigor throughout my body. Even that got me 
worked up. The constraints let me do nothing to relive the mounting 
passion, and since it had to stay in me it multiplied all the more 
rapidly. I was unable to hold my breath any longer. I started to pant, 
to moan, to clutch at the upholstery of the couch in frustration. My 
father lay on top of me, his cock buried in my cunt, and he held me by 
the hips in case I should make an unexpected movement down there.

"Oh Daddy! I'm going to come! I can't stop it, it's so beautiful to 
have you inside me. Please hold me, don't come, oh Daddy, DADDY, HOLD 
ME, HOLD ME, I'M COMING! OOOHHH GOD! AAAAAAHHHHH!!" He kept me pinned 
down the whole time even though I struggled with all my strength. The 
orgasm forced its way out through my pores, it seemed, because when it 
had passed I felt absolutely spent!

Now my father swung into action. The first strokes were tentative and 
slow but he soon built up confidence. His cock was so thick, so long, 
that it stretched my cunt each time it dove down into my depths, and 
without much of a transition I found myself moaning and happy again. He 
knew just how to give it to me. When the left side of my pussy demanded 
action, it got plenty. And when it went momentarily numb he switched to 
a high entry so his knob bumped into the floor of my cunt and set off 
all kinds of delicious storms of tingling sensations that bubbled up to 
my mind and exploded there. I still couldn't believe it was he. My eyes 
remained wide open to scan his face all the time he fucked me. And when 
he lifted high enough I looked down along our separated torsos to see 
his thick brown cock suspended over my cunt hole, about to plunge in. 
His stomach muscles were knotted tight, laboring to give each stroke 
plenty of power, his strong arms were wrapped around me low down so his 
hands could support my buttocks and squeeze them at the same time. It 
was a total fuck, as thorough as the one Al and his wife had given me.

"Yes, Daddy, that's good, that's good," I huffed. My body was burning 
again, ready to give birth to another bundle of passion. My hands were 
on his back and my nails dug into his flesh. I wanted to give him pain 
for the same reason a jockey gives his mount the whip. "More, harder, 
more! Oh yes, that's it, that is it! Daddy! Yes! DADDY, DADDY, DADDY, 
OH MY GOD, YES! IN, IN, IN, HARDER NOW, FUCK ME, OOOHHHH THAT'S 
BEAUTIFUL, HARDER DADDY, HARDER, MORE, MORE, MOOOOOOOORE!!" Still 
yelling I went under again, fighting for breath as my passion exploded 
and tore through my body. Daddy kept on fucking like a man possessed. 
His cock slithered in and out of my cunt at a fantastic speed, a 
machine gun of cock it seemed, and I had no sooner crawled out of one 
emotional melee than the next was upon me.

"Here it comes," he whispered suddenly. His face was very red, his 
teeth were clenched, and his back buckled tautly. Now his cock moved so 
quickly that I only felt the heat of its friction. "Watch out, baby, 
I'm going to blow the lot--AAAARRGH, UNH-UNH-AAAAAAHHHH!!" He subsided, 
but his cock maintained its pace for a while until even that slowed 
down. His hot douche of sperm had brought the loose ends of my emotions 
together and dissipated them utterly. I felt that I didn't need fucking 
again.

Now came the awkward part. He would regret it, I was sure of that. And 
he would probably shun me again to give his guilty conscience the 
chance to forget his part in the proceedings. I clung to him and buried 
my face in his neck. If that was what he was going to do I didn't want 
to know about it until the very last moment.

"That was wonderful," he said as he freed himself from my grasp. "I 
don't feel too good about giving in but we did it and I can't tell you 
how glad I am that I didn't have the guts to refuse you."

I kissed him gratefully and sat still while he cleaned my pussy with a 
hand towel. He did it slowly, carefully, as if he was afraid a drop of 
his sperm would drop to the carpet. When it was gone he lay the towel 
aside and caressed my pussy with his bare hands. He looked as though he 
couldn't quite tear himself away from it. I was in no hurry. I loved 
the sensation of having a man, especially my own father, at the shrine 
of all passion. My pussy twitched and tickled at such times, I got warm 
and restless all over, but that might have been because those 
inspections were usually followed by the admirer making a meal of my 
cunt. Daddy just kissed it and stood up.

"Let's make sure our guests aren't being neglected," he said dryly. 
"What was that you were saying about your mother and her brother? You 
saw them together, did you?"

"Yes, up in the bedroom. Did you know about them ... their past, I 
mean?"

"Of course. I'm only sorry you had to find out."

"You're taking it all very calmly, Dad," I said. "Doesn't it bother you 
that Mum cheats on you?"

"My dear girl, we've been married a long time, and your mother has had 
affairs with relatives, strangers, men and women. And I love it. She 
lets me watch her and I let her watch me, and if that's not possible we 
tell each other all about it, every detail. The only thing I've never 
told her about was that Sunday morning. I didn't know how to tell her 
about that."

"Good," I said from the bottom of my heart. "I'm surprised to hear 
about your open marriage, though. How have you concealed it from me all 
these years?"

"That was easy. Kids are always too preoccupied with themselves to 
worry about the oldies," he said with a self-deprecating smile.

"Wow! Fancy that!" I got dressed and we walked out of the den after 
quickly checking to see if anyone was watching. When we got to the 
garden party everyone was drinking and carrying on at full blast, Mum 
and Al included. They hardly noticed our arrival. Dad got us both a 
drink and then he resumed his seat beside his wife. Al and Dora were 
sitting together, so were Marvin and Rona. Uncle Eddie had brought a 
blond woman with him, but he evidently hadn't bedded her yet because he 
was devoting all of his energies and charm to her.

I looked around the circle complacently, taking in Tim, Ned, and 
Veronica who were in the living room watching TV with the French 
windows open. Except for my mother, Rona, Marvin and ... well, Frank's 
parents, I had fucked all of them. I thought about that fact for quite 
a while, several drinks' worth in fact, and suddenly I felt that I 
needed the whole set. It was as if I regarded them as baseball cards! 
Frank's parents didn't count, they weren't family yet. And my mother 
and Rona were women, so they didn't fit in. But Marvin had to be laid. 
I didn't care if he wanted me or not, I wanted him right there with all 
the other cards.

The drink gave me the courage to start the ball rolling. Marvin was 
talking with all the others but when I sat down beside him he looked at 
me pleasantly and asked how I felt to be on the threshold of marriage. 
"I feel fine," I said in a voice that was huskier than usual, "but I 
can hardly wait to see what you'll give me as a wedding present." To 
make sure he got my point I fluttered my eyelashes at him. He nearly 
fell off his chair.

"A present? Well now, what would you like?"

"Whatever you want to give me," I purred, "just as long as it didn't 
cost much money ... no money, in fact. That's reasonable isn't it, 
Marvin?"

"Not only reasonable but downright generous," he said. The others were 
still talking but he had forgotten them. His eyes bored into mine and 
his body inclined toward me. "Perhaps you would like a sneak preview of 
what I've got for you."

"It's ready, then?" I asked, fluttering my eyes some more.

"It's even gift-wrapped, baby," he said and put his glass down on the 
table. "Come with me. I'll be back in a minute, Rona, I just have to 
show the bride a few pictures of our wedding. She's interested now that 
her own is so near."

"Alright, dear," said his wife, barely looking up from her talking. 
What a glib liar he was! I followed him out of the yard and into his. 
His house was strangely quiet after all the partying that had taken 
place in my home for the past day or so. And since his whole family was 
on the other side of the fence, I knew we were alone in this peaceful 
retreat. He closed the front door and swiveled around to me to unzip 
his fly and dangle his cock right before my eyes.

"All nicely wrapped up in a foreskin," he said, "and if you want it 
you're going to have to unwrap it!"

"Oh, uncle!" I cried, sinking to my knees. He had caught me off-guard 
and the excitement of seeing his long, limp cock produced a spontaneous 
response in me. If I'd been prepared for him I might have played coy 
for a minute or so, but as it was my mouth was over that tufted 
foreskin before my knees hit the ground. He leaned back against the 
door and undid his pants to let them slide to the floor. Big balls hung 
low in a red, hairy sac. His cock rose rapidly, filling out enormously 
until my mouth was stretched as wide as it would go and there was still 
more to come! I couldn't believe my eyes or my mouth. His cock was the 
biggest I had ever seen. To satisfy my curiosity I drew back and looked 
on as it inflated, eight inches, nine inches, ten inches, eleven! "Oh 
no!" I whimpered. "That's far too big!"

"That's what they all say," he grinned, "but keep sucking it Jackie, 
you'll soon be wanting more than I've got."

I doubted that but I took his advice and fitted my lips around his fat 
glans. Better to suck it than to take it in my pussy ... or my ass! My 
sphincters twitched hysterically at the very idea! No, I'd give him a 
blow job and leave it at that. I couldn't get more than half his length 
into my mouth and so I made do with much tonguing and licking the sides 
of his giant phallus. No wonder Aunt Rona was such a contented cow, I 
thought wryly. She never complained, always did what he wanted from 
her, and now I knew why. Once you were used to such a salami I guessed 
that nothing else would be quite as much fun.

His cock was wet from top to bottom, the foreskin had been folded back, 
and his deep sighs told me that my sucking was more effective than it 
seemed to me. Suckling his balls was one of his favorite treats. I let 
them dangle into my mouth, closed my lips over the skin further up, and 
washed the spit around his pendulous eggs until his hips began to 
quake. Not long before he'd blow. I grabbed hold of his cock with both 
fists and jerked the skin up and down to aid the process. But Marvin 
was too smart to let me pull his plug.

"Let's take this one step further," he said, pushing me away from his 
giant member and leading me into the living room. "Take off your 
clothes, Jackie, and bend over the side of this chair. I'm going to 
take you dog fashion so I can watch your pretty little ass quiver!"

"Er ... look, let me blow you," I said desperately. "I don't mind, I 
love to blow men, it's much better than fucking."

"Quickly now," he said as though he hadn't heard me. Of course he knew 
I was scared of his monster. In spite of that I took off my clothes and 
presented my naked self to another man, the second within an hour or 
two. "Turn around, that's a good girl, now lie over the armrest and 
spread your legs. Mmmmmm, delicious! What a beautiful little snatch. 
And what nice cheeks you've got. Jesus, I could squeeze them all day 
long, so supple, so tender, so young!" He was almost drooling on me! I 
shivered with fear at the thought of his fifth limb entering me. It was 
obviously too big, and thinking back over how Dora's pussy had taken in 
my whole fist couldn't console me. Marvin tickled my pussy so that my 
lips parted and he had direct access to my clitoris. It was hard as 
usual. Nothing could daunt it. I was wet, too, sopping wet! He stuck a 
finger up me and my cunt grabbed hold of it with a wet squelch. "And 
horny, too." he remarked. I blushed.

He toyed with my cunt until he was satisfied that I was ready. I was 
scared and nervous but my pussy could hardly contain itself. The juices 
dripped down my inner thighs, my clitoris ached with its own stiffness, 
and when I felt that great glans move into place my cunt opened wide! 
My face rested on the cushions of the chair and I had my arms wrapped 
around my head to block out the light, so that my concentration was 
completely focussed on what was happening inside my body. The first 
thrust produced a shattering bolt of pain that made me shriek into the 
chair. Uncle Marvin didn't take any notice. His big cock pushed in and 
pulled back with a quick, rutting motion to get in deeper, and with 
every inch he widened the channel. The pain was immense. I cried out, 
tried to get away, did everything to discourage him, but his cock was 
unrelentingly hard and eager to go. It banged into my agonized flesh 
until half of it was lodged in me.

"So tight!" I heard him say. "It's years since any woman had that much 
trouble taking me inside. This is the life!" And with that he started 
to fuck even harder. His cock barged into me ruthlessly, elbowing its 
way up my vaginal canal until it had reached its objective. And that 
was only the start. He fucked with long strokes, eleven inches long to 
be exact, and just before the glans knocked at the door to my womb he 
gave his hips a double hitch so that his cock would enter even more 
deeply. In that position I couldn't stop him from doing anything. I 
kept expecting the pain to turn into pleasure the way it had done when 
I had been fucked up the ass, but it wasn't showing any signs of doing 
that. It occurred to me that I shouldn't be putting out just to 
complete the set. When you start off with no passion, how can any be 
produced?

Marvin was having enough fun for the two of us. He fucked me with gusto 
and told me how nicely my buns were waggling, how great my ass was, how 
pink my pussy, and in between his comments he grunted and sweated and 
drove his cock in to reach new depths. I wanted to tell him to stop, he 
was wasting his time, but that would be inhuman. Instead I lay over the 
armrest and made a series of noises intended to convey involvement. And 
when that was no longer possible I started to sob.

"What's the matter, Jackie, am I going too fast for you?" he asked 
without stopping his ponderous motion.

"It's alright, just finish!" I cried.

"Okay, if that's what you want." He grabbed hold of my ass and pressed 
my cheeks together to put even more pressure on his cock. Now he was 
going flat out, fucking just for his own satisfaction. Unfortunately 
that gave him so much pleasure that he didn't want to finish. I had to 
put up with the brunt of his giant cock and his adolescent passion all 
because I had to deal in round figures! He kept on fucking, wouldn't 
stop, and the pain kept on growing from warm to hot, redhot, whitehot, 
unbearable!

"Hurry please!" I sobbed. "Oh Christ, it hurts so much! You're far too 
big for me, Uncle, come, please come!"

"Wait ... wait, not long now," he panted. "I can feel it, yes, here it 
comes, one more second, just one more!" I waited and nothing happened. 
His cock plunged in and out like a mighty ramrod, churning me up, 
pumping my fluids about so they slurped and sputtered out against his 
belly and my thighs. I was crying as copiously as my cunt was producing 
liquids. And Marvin kept saying he would only be a minute longer, just 
a second, almost there! At last I felt him pull out. The relief swept 
through me at once as my cunt resumed its normal size. But he hadn't 
come yet! I looked back over my shoulder and he stood right behind me, 
his cock pointing at my ass, his closed fist working the skin up and 
down furiously until a gusher of white cream blurted out and arched 
through the air to land on my flesh.

"What's going on here!" Rona burst into the room, assessed the 
situation, and stamped her foot. "Come on, Marvin, get out of here! I'm 
tired of you fucking every woman within reach. Jackie, you wash 
yourself and come back here. Or better yet, sit on this." She threw a 
handkerchief at me and hustled her husband out of the room, picking up 
his clothes on the way. He went out into the backyard where he 
presumably dressed and went about his business. I sat on the 
handkerchief and cowered. Veronica's mother was strongly built, 
formidable tits and ass, a pretty face that could look very tough at 
moments like this, and she had a real bone to pick with me. But first 
she told me to wipe my ass and to give her the handkerchief.

"Look at that, blood!" she said. Her expression changed drastically 
when she saw the handkerchief. "That man is too big for everybody! You 
poor girl, you must have had the shock of your life when you saw it."

"I certainly did," I said. "I wanted to run but I couldn't. How do you 
put up with such a size?"

"Never you mind about that. Let me see if he's done you an injury. 
That'd be a fine kettle of fish to have broken your box on the day 
before your wedding. Come on, spread your legs and let me see. I know 
about these matters."

I obeyed, relieved that she wasn't going to beat up on me. Rona peered 
into my pussy and nodded. "That's not too bad. I've got some ointment 
that will fix you up. You're just a little bruised and inflamed up 
there, that's all." She fetched the ointment and applied it with one 
finger, working it into my inner flesh very slowly. The ointment was 
cool, it soothed my pain, and the luxury of having her rub it in ironed 
out a lot of the wrinkles that her husband had caused in my psyche. I 
relaxed utterly, barely able to keep my seat in the chair, Rona went on 
and on with that one finger. She must have given my cunt walls several 
layers before she finally stopped, and by that time I was so horny that 
I wished the wounds were worse so she'd never stop treating me.

"How does that feel?" she asked, sitting on her knees before me. Her 
face was stern, businesslike, but there was a glow in her eyes that 
indicated she'd enjoyed herself too.

"Oh much better!" I sighed, wriggling forward so that my pussy came 
toward her to beg for more. "There are still a few tender spots here 
and there, though."

"Are there? Oh yes, I see some. Just relax now, Jackie, this won't take 
long."

"I'm in no hurry," I said. She threw me a strange look, then smiled and 
went on with her work. The cool ointment was spread over my inner lips, 
the outer lips, my clitoris was buried in the stuff, and even my thighs 
got a dose of it. She set the ointment aside and said she wanted to 
knead it in better. Her whole hand seized my cunt and she kneaded it 
like it was a rubber ball. I could feel a climax rising through the 
ranks. If she went on for another minute her hand would be dripping 
with my love juices, and some of the ointment would surely wash off. 
Well, then she would have to put on more.

"That's nice," I said softly. Rona nodded and brought her other hand 
into play. It moved up to my breasts even though they hadn't been 
injured. "Mmmm-mm-m!" I said. "Oh yeah! That's beautiful!"

"Just like your mother," she remarked. "When you like it you say so." 
She didn't explain herself and I didn't dare ask. Was she one of my 
mother's female lovers? If she was I'd find out sooner or later. I 
surrendered to her soft, persistent caresses totally and came in short 
bursts connected by sensually satisfying intervals during which Aunt 
Rona massaged me like no one ever had. Eventually she came over to sit 
beside me and sucked on my breasts until my nipples felt like they were 
about to be launched! She had a way of making love that was subtle and 
insinuating, and left no room for responses. When I tried to get her to 
take off her clothes she didn't even answer me. She was in charge, and 
I wondered why I should buck such a fine system. With her mouth and 
hands she brought me to one peak after another until the last of my 
energies had been dissipated in the form of passion and cunt juice. 
Only then did she get up and declare me healed.

"If I was you I'd give that box of yours a rest for tomorrow night," 
she advised me. "Your husband to be was in the shopping center today 
and he looked ready to rape a squad of nuns. You're going to need all 
your strength, believe me."

"I know," I sighed. "God, I feel awful about not giving in to him 
earlier. It isn't fair, is it?"

"Not really, no, especially when you've been having such a good time. 
Is there anyone in the family with whom you haven't slept?" She posed 
the question in such a way that I couldn't take it lightly. Her eyes 
were on mine, she wanted an answer.

"Yes ... my mother," I confessed.

"At least you're honest. Veronica told me about your plan, and I must 
say it's a good one. But don't ever let Frank find out about it. He'd 
kill you."

"You think so?"

"I'm sure of it." Rona spoke with authority, and suddenly it hit home: 
of course he would! Hell, why shouldn't he? How would I feel about me 
in his place? I'd slept with men and women, broken all the taboos, 
given myself to perfect strangers, and the best I could give Frank was 
a blow job. When I went back to my room via the tree it was to think 
more deeply about the whole issue. Sure, my plan had made sense when we 
formulated it. But now it seemed selfish, vicious, and not a little 
dumb.

Perhaps I wasn't worthy to become Frank's bride. After all, he was 
straight, honest, and loving, he trusted me! I'd broken that trust, 
pissed on it, and flung it back into his face. That wasn't right.

Hours went by. I sat alone in the darkening twilight and tried to 
understand the issue. It was close on ten o'clock in the evening when I 
reached my decision. I would tell Frank that I couldn't be his wife, 
and when he asked why I would give him the whole story. It didn't 
matter that he would be mad and violent. I had made my bed and slept in 
it many times; now to show him the sheets.



Chapter 8


Downstairs the family reunion had progressed into an orgy. My relatives 
sat around stripped to the waist, shoes off, playing cards to see who 
would take off what next. The air was thick with the smoke of cigars 
and the growl of conversation had become a constant factor. I took the 
family car keys off the dresser and slipped out into the night. I had 
many changes of mind and heart on the way to Frank's place, and if it 
hadn't been for the fact that the car kept getting closer to him I 
might well have put this confrontation off until it was too late. As it 
was I arrived at his house, parked the car, and walked up the driveway 
with rubbery legs.

His father answered the doorbell. "Jackie! Don't you know the bride and 
the groom aren't supposed to see each other on the day before the 
ceremony?"

"Oh yes, I'd forgotten," I replied distractedly. "I have to talk with 
Frank right away, though, so do you think an exception can be made?"

"I certainly wouldn't object. The only problem is that Frank is out at 
a stag party. The boys at his college decided he had to leave 
bachelorhood in style, you know."

"Will he be back soon?"

"I honestly don't know. But come in, my dear, you can keep me company 
while you wait. My wife is visiting friends and taking care of the last 
details of the wedding. Such a confounded nuisance." He let me into the 
living room and offered me a drink. I asked for coffee and a cigarette. 
My nerves were shot. The idea that Frank could come in at any moment 
terrified me. He'd probably be tipsy and amorous, and what I had to 
tell him wouldn't go down well even if he was sober and spent.

"Well, what is it you have to talk with Frank about?" asked his father. 
"You look drawn and nervous. It can't be that awful, can it?"

"It's very personal, Mister Perkins."

"Call me Jack. Now relax and if you want to tell me, feel free to. If 
you don't want to tell me I won't take it personally. I realize there 
must be many things on your mind at a time like this, but it's odd how 
often those things are less complicated once you let them out into the 
open."

Through my distraction I saw him the way I'd seen him the other day, 
such a strong, masculine person with his clear blue eyes and silver 
hair, square jaw, and that atmosphere of cigars and bourbon. He sat in 
the chair facing mine and gave me his full attention. Until that time I 
had seen him just as Frank's father, a person who was often present 
when I was visiting him but who kept aloof from our young world. Now 
that he and I were alone I felt a strong urge to get to know him 
better, and to confess all.

"When Frank proposed to me I was a virgin," I began hesitantly. "And 
now I'm not. But believe me, Mr. Perkins, I mean Jack, it's not 
entirely my fault. I wanted Frank to be the first but he wanted to wait 
until we were married!"

He didn't say anything for a while and I felt as if I was sitting on 
hot coals. Then he shook his head and said: "That boy's a fool. How 
often have I told him not to be so inflexible! Principles don't mean a 
thing in the world. Well, so you made love with someone, and it serves 
my son right. But is that any reason to be so upset?"

"It's not just one person, Jack, It's ... oh, you're going to think I'm 
awful!" I broke down crying and he hurried over to my side to take me 
into his arms. It was very comforting to be enveloped in his masculine 
aroma and I readily snuggled up to him as the tears rolled out of my 
eyes. He caressed my hair soothingly and told me not to worry, he was a 
man of the world, even if his son wasn't. "There have been a whole 
bunch, men and women!" I blurted out. He stiffened momentarily and I 
thought he was going to expel me.

"Ah ... yes, I see, that is something to be distressed about ... unless 
you enjoyed it, of course."

I looked him in the face and found he was smiling faintly. "I did, 
Jack, very much, but the worst is still to come."

"You're not pregnant are you?"

"No, my uncle is a doctor. Well, the people I went to bed with are all 
family, not all, but mostly." He told me to enumerate. "My father, 
several uncles, two aunts, my brother, two cousins, and then there were 
two black men, one oriental, I think that's all."

He whistled through his teeth but stayed by my side. I wondered what he 
was thinking. And suddenly, without him saying a word, I found out. 
There was movement in his lap, a cock stirred or bobbed, and the knob 
pushed at the material of his pants some eight inches from where it 
began. "You know what I think?" he said, taking my hands into his. "I 
think you should keep this a secret between you and me--and your 
family, of course. Never tell Frank about this." Then he drew me toward 
him and kissed me on the lips. "Nor about this."

"Oh Jack, no!" I cried. "I'll only be making it worse!"

"Only if you want to keep score," he said, kissing me on the cheek, 
forehead, nose, and holding me closer. I couldn't struggle for long. A 
real desire for him sprang up in my belly, a need that had its origins 
in the past. Now I realized he had always attracted me but that I had 
always thought of him as out of my reach or class. And now that he made 
advances I was flattered and excited. I kissed him back, working my 
lips into his and allowing him to part them so his tongue could enter 
my mouth. I closed my lips around it and pretended to suck it like a 
cock, a hint which didn't escape him. He took my hand and placed it on 
that throbbing cock that I'd seen earlier, and having a grip on it made 
it seem all the bigger.

Both my hands fumbled with his zip and extracted that big cock, but a 
bolt of fear hit me before I could do it justice. "What if Frank comes 
home and sees this?" I asked. "Aren't we taking an awful risk?"

"I suppose you're right. Besides that my wife might come home. Let's 
drive a little way and park," he said. His cock went back into hiding 
but it seemed to need more room in there. It stuck out like a concealed 
weapon and Jack walked strangely toward his car. He had a big car with 
a car seat large enough to party on, and he didn't drive too far before 
he pulled over into the bushes and proceeded to do just that. We lay on 
the back seat and started to kiss again, warming each other up where he 
had grown cool in the interim. My hand found his cock again, took it 
out again, and I was delighted to find it was just as big and hard as 
before. Now there was nothing to stop me from finding out more about 
that splendid member. I slid down along the seat and ran my tongue 
along the veined skin, relishing its silky smoothness, its warm odor, 
and the bushy hairs that brushed against my face. Jack managed to take 
off his pants without disturbing me and he urged me to undress without 
disturbing him. It wasn't easy. I wanted to suck on his cock with all 
my heart but he wanted me naked. Very well. I let go of his cock and 
quickly took off my clothes, waited until he'd taken off his shirt and 
then, both of us as naked as the day we were born, we resumed our 
original position.

Jack loved to get sucked off, I could tell that right away. He crooned 
a melody of delight way in the back of his throat and his cock kept on 
growing harder the more I worked it over. But he knew something about 
women, too, because as soon as we had both indulged ourselves for a 
while he made me sit on his face. I squirmed about until his mouth was 
in the right part of my pussy and bent over to get back to his dick. We 
ate and sucked to our hearts content there in the confines of the back 
seat of a Cadillac, and I couldn't help but think back over that last 
date I'd had with his son, both of us cramped into his car and talking 
about marriage. It was fitting to have gone the full cycle.

"It's years since I've done this," he said when we had eaten enough and 
were sitting upright in the back of the car. He had one arm around my 
shoulders and the other hand was between my legs toying with my clit. 
"My wife and I used to go to the drive-in now and then and we'd play at 
being teenagers again, but we stopped that when we realized how much we 
preferred a comfortable bed. With you it's very different! I can't tell 
you how great this makes me feel."

"I keep trying to think about Frank," I giggled, "but it's no use, I'm 
just not the guilty type."

"That's my girl." He started to finger me with his thick, long index 
and I leaned against him luxuriously, my legs wide apart, my hands 
roving freely over his hairy chest and belly. Jack was a robust man and 
I liked nothing better than to feel how hard his stomach was, how 
strong his thighs were, because the stronger he was the harder he would 
fuck me. I could hardly wait for him to get started, much as I enjoyed 
his relapse into teenage love. His finger moved in and out of me just 
like a cock, but somehow it was never the same. I missed that bulbous 
head at the top of it, the slap of balls against my asshole, and the 
depth of penetration. Jack sensed that. "How would you like to sit on 
my lap?"

"Oh, I'd love to!" Like a happy little girl I bounced up on his lap and 
hugged him tightly about his neck as he aimed his cock at my pussy. The 
remnants of the ointment helped to pave the way for his entrance, the 
battering Uncle Marvin had given me had made me sensitive but loose, 
and before long he was right up in me and I was bobbing about on his 
lap joyously.

It occurred to me what a weakling I was. I'd gone to Frank's place to 
make a full confession and to promise I would never do it again if he 
would only forgive me. And now I was fucking his father! Obviously I 
would never be able to tell him anything now. Our lives would begin 
from tomorrow on. The past, mine and his, would just have to be kept 
out of it. Somehow that cleared my conscience because from that point 
on I began to fuck Jack with such verve that his cock slipped out and I 
almost broke it. "Put it back in!" I panted. "Oh Jesus, it feels so 
good in me. Quick, Jack, put it in! Aaaahhh, yes, that's better, now 
fuck me, fuck me, I love it so much. Do you think that's wrong, Jack, 
for a girl to like sex? I can't help it! Give it to me! It makes me 
feel so tingly and warm all over, even my toes are curling, I love your 
hairy chest and your big balls, fuck me, fuck me, tomorrow it's your 
son's turn so give me something to remember!"

"I will my dear, I will," he said, and suddenly I was on my back and he 
was on top of me, shoving his cock into me with power. My body was so 
accustomed to orgasms by this time that it just naturally slipped into 
one after the other and there was nothing I could do about it. Much as 
I wanted to give Jack a hot time I could lie under him and submit. It 
seemed to be enough. He fucked me good and hard and when he came it was 
with a gush of hot cream that filled my cunt up and spilled more on the 
seat of his car. He lay on top of me and breathed heavily.

"My son is a very lucky boy," he said, once he'd recovered himself. 
"You can regard this episode as a father's blessing. That sounds moral 
enough, doesn't it?"

"You're a devil, Jack," I said, "but I'm glad we got to know each other 
so well." We shared a cigarette in the back seat, our arms about each 
other, listening to the sounds of the night. We talked about different 
things, nothing too closely related to the wedding, though, and by the 
time he drove me back to my car, we really had become firm friends.

"No one's home yet," he said, checking his garage. "Now you go to bed, 
Jackie, have a good sleep, and forget about everything except the 
future. I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed me good night and walked away 
from my car. I drove back home slowly, thinking all the while, and the 
conclusion of that was that I decided he was right.

Inside my house it was very quiet and very messy. The party had 
apparently become rough. Empty bottles, full ashtrays, general mess, 
and a couple of naked, sleeping people. I identified Dora and Eddie, 
Tim, and Veronica, but they were on couches and looked more than happy. 
The big surprise came when I walked into the kitchen. There was my 
mother, stark naked, mumbling to herself, and draped over the kitchen 
table with dried sperm stains on her inner thighs. She was very drunk. 
I couldn't leave her there so I hoisted her over my back and dragged 
her up the stairs, which was no mean feat. We made it to the bathroom 
and I balanced her on the toilet seat to wash her down. With warm water 
and soap I got rid of the sperm stains, I gave her face a going over, 
and straightened and combed her hair. This was more for my sake than 
hers. I just couldn't stand to see my mother look like that. As a final 
gesture I gave her a douche.

There was no reason to do this. I think I got carried away with the 
whole situation. There was my mother, sitting on the toilet seat like a 
Raggedy Anne doll, her eyes blank and half closed, mumbling 
incoherently, oblivious to everything. Her body was mine to do with as 
I pleased, my life-size doll, and it excited me strangely and very deep 
down. She was a sexy woman even in that condition. Those full, heavy 
breasts, the ample thighs, the dense bush of pubic hair, the generously 
proportioned cunt all titillated me, and my decision to give her a 
douche was probably more sexual than considerate. At the time there was 
no way of knowing why I was doing it because I'd decided to turn over a 
new leaf, and so I wouldn't face myself. My mother sat with her legs 
wide apart and her ass far enough forward to give me access to her cunt 
hole, and after I'd filled the douche bag and screwed on the nozzle, I 
slipped it into her and squeezed the bag hard. She didn't react at all 
to the internal shower. Water dripped out of her cunt, mixed with sperm 
and juices, pouring down onto the floor to form big puddles. I didn't 
care.

"Sit up now, Mummy," I said, rearranging her. "That's a good girl. Now 
keep your legs open so Jackie can clean you all up. There, isn't that 
nice? Don't you feel better now?" Something like a climax shivered 
through my body when I withdrew the nozzle. Her cunt was still dripping 
water from its pink, enlarged hole. Rosy cunt lips were far apart and I 
found myself gazing at her inner labia, full petals that were swollen 
through use and abuse. For the moment her cunt represented all of sex 
to me. Just looking at it set my belly upside down, churning with 
passion, and my cunt quailed in sympathy. I got a grip on myself and 
put away the douche, dried my mother off, and lifted her off the seat. 
She was able to walk a little now, which made it easier to get her on 
my bed. The master bedroom was closed and several people were snoring 
loudly behind the door.

I crawled into bed beside her, naked now, and very tired. Sex had to 
wind down sooner or later, I told myself. Besides, what could happen 
between a mother and her daughter? I found out as soon as I snuggled up 
to her naked back. Her big ass pushed against my belly like an 
invitation and when I rested one arm over her side and touched her big, 
yielding tits, I couldn't hold back any longer. I moved away so that 
she rolled over on her back and then I lay on top of her with my face 
between her tits. For a long time I did nothing more. Just to be 
between those soft orbs was enough, it calmed me and yet it made me 
yearn for the rest of her. My lust turned into pure sensuality, an 
appreciation of her womanly body and her proximity. I wasn't sure if 
she was asleep or awake and it really didn't matter. Her warm flesh 
against mine, the feeling of her silky inner lips, her hard nipples, 
the largesse of her thighs, kept me entirely occupied.

"Jackie? Is that you?"

"Yes Mum, it's me."

"What am I doing here? Oh dear, I must have drunk too much. Your father 
said I would. Well, screw him. Why do I feel so sexy? Go to sleep, 
honey, it must be very late." She spoke without opening or closing her 
mouth, I guessed, because it all came out rather limply. I felt as 
though I was taking unfair advantage of her but then why should she 
object? She liked women, and I was a woman. I slipped down between her 
legs and rested my face on her cunt. It seemed so big to me, so fulsome 
and cozy, that I wondered why my father should bother with others. My 
mother shifted a little to open up further for me but that was probably 
an automatic reaction. She tasted like douche mixture at first but 
pretty soon the real her came through, tasty, spicy, tart, rich juices 
that formed a film over my face and trickled down over my tongue, and 
gave me an insatiable longing for more.

"What are you doing?" she asked, crooning her words. "My goodness, what 
is happening in this house. Mmmmmmm, it's awfully nice, here comes the 
bride, big fat and wide, is that you Jackie?" I didn't answer. My mouth 
was full of cunt, succulent, fleshy, fragrant cunt. It was suffocating 
and enveloping me, I didn't care what else happened as long as I could 
keep on eating her out. Her passiveness made it all the nicer because I 
didn't have to concern myself with her well-being, only my own. As I 
ate her my hands found her big tits and massaged them vigorously. Her 
flesh was so soft that it seemed to squelch between my fingers, but I 
found it could only be squeezed so far before it resisted. Then it was 
like smooth, firm rubber, possessed of a squeezability that set my 
teeth on edge and made me want to squeeze so hard that her tits would 
drop off. I parked my pussy over her shin bone and rode along that 
slowly as if to keep it on the back burner. The sensations her body 
provided me with were more than enough to keep the rest of me burning 
brightly.

Time passed on fleet feet. I lost all awareness of where I was, what I 
was doing, and what lay in the future. In a way it was like being back 
in the womb, lost in fluid, surrounded by flesh. My mother snored 
softly. Not even sex could pull her out of her drunken stupor. All the 
more for me. I made love to her beautifully and at length, had orgasms 
by the bunch, and experienced something very few girls ever get to 
know: true intimacy with one's mother.

I fell asleep huddled up beside her, the taste of her cunt in my mouth, 
the resilience of her flesh echoing in the palms of my hands. The 
curtain went down on the beautiful experiment initiated by my cousin 
Veronica. Tomorrow was the wedding day, Frank would be mine, I would be 
his, etc.. I snuggled up closer to my mother at the thought of that 
drastic separation. How could Frank replace all these people? What if 
he couldn't make love at all? Or what if I was really a dyke. Many such 
fatuous questions haunted my mind even after I'd fallen asleep to cause 
bad dreams and a nervous night.

*   *   *

In the morning I felt fresh and clean. My mother woke up soon after me 
and she informed me that she felt old and ragged. Her hangover had her 
crawling out of bed to go into the bathroom and run the tap over her 
head. Other relatives were sitting in the kitchen, hunched over cups of 
black coffee and eating aspirins. They told me I had missed a great 
party and I said I'd take their word for that. Somehow this motley, 
seedy bunch managed to transform itself into smartly dressed men and 
women before it was time to go to the church. The caterers were setting 
up shop on the lawn, the limousine was waiting, I was in my special 
dress, Veronica in hers as befitted the bridesmaid, and the party left 
the house in a stately manner. At the church it got a little sticky 
when I had to walk along the aisle toward Frank, seeing on either side 
of me the people whom I'd fucked so recently, but I managed to keep a 
straight face. My father gave me away a little reluctantly, I thought, 
and Tim was cool toward Frank, but my husband didn't notice a thing. He 
kept looking at me with shining eyes. Was he happy that we were man and 
wife or did he just want to get into my pants?

The reception went smoothly enough, but far too quickly. I wasn't sure 
if I could face Frank alone in the wedding suite that had been booked 
for us. I was afraid I'd break down and tell him everything. No 
marriage should start on that foot. During the reception I looked at 
all my former lovers wistfully, yet already there seemed to be some 
distance between us. I noticed a tendency in myself to stick closer to 
Frank, to prefer his company to Veronica's or my father's. A gold band 
on my finger served as a constant reminder of my commitment but that 
wasn't the reason I stuck with him. It was more psychological.

He looked very handsome in his new suit, self-assured and strong, 
looking much more like his father than the boy who came begging at my 
door a few days ago. He showed no signs of eagerness or anxiety, he was 
charming with my relatives, witty with his friends, and considerate 
toward me. I didn't know what to make of this but I was glad of it. The 
reception drew to a close, people gathered at the end of the driveway 
to wave us goodbye as the limousine took us to the hotel. One night 
there and in the morning we would leave for Europe. I felt like crying 
when I looked at all those familiar faces. Why had I given them up for 
Frank? They could give me everything he could give, and more! Too late. 
We waved at the receding cluster of people, the limousine turned a 
corner, and we were alone.

"Well, that wasn't so bad," he breathed, undoing his tie a little and 
lighting cigarettes for the both of us. "How do you feel, honey?"

"Okay, I guess." I couldn't look him in the eye. What if he turned back 
into that whimpering boy once we were in the hotel suite? I couldn't 
live with that. Either he demanded or he didn't ask. We made some small 
talk about the wedding and the guests but I had to force the words out. 
I was so nervous that I could hardly breathe! He remarked how pale I 
was and tried to set me at ease by holding my hand. His hand was big, 
strong, and dry, not a sign of nervousness. We were ushered through the 
hotel, into the elevator, and from there into the bridal suite. The 
door closed behind us and the dreaded moment had arrived.

"Champagne?" he said. A trolley stood near the bed, laden with snacks 
centered about an ice bucket holding a large bottle of champagne. I 
accepted gratefully, thinking that this would make me worry less. I 
couldn't believe Frank's poise. He had taken off his tie and shoes and 
sat on the edge of the bed wiggling his toes and sipping at his glass. 
"Ah, lovely. Do you want to eat something? They laid this on so we 
could stay in bed as long as we felt like it, I think," he grinned.

"No thank you." I took in the decor and wondered what to do with 
myself. In the end I went over to the bed and sat beside him but there 
was enough space between us to drive a bus through. "Could I have 
another champagne, please?"

"Sure. But first you have to take off all your clothes."

"What? Why should I do that?"

"Because I said so." There was an edge to his voice that told me I had 
better not try to be cute with him. I got up and waited until he'd 
undone the buttons at the back, then stepped out of the dress and took 
off the slip, the bra, panties, hose, and whatever else was on my body. 
Frank nodded approvingly and handed me a refill. I sat down again, so 
tense now that I spilled half of it right away. If he noticed he gave 
no sign of it. He downed his glass, set it down, and took off his 
clothes. But he didn't attack me. He just sat down, poured himself 
another, and said how lucky it was that the sun had shone on our 
wedding. I agreed.

"Boy, it makes you tired, though," he said, lying back on the bed and 
resting his head on the pillows. "I know you expect the honeymoon to 
begin right away but I'm not sure I'm up to it. Still, we have all the 
time in the world now, don't we?"

"Er ... yes, I guess so," I said lamely. I just couldn't work it out. 
Was this Frank or an identical twin he'd had hidden away for years? His 
cock was limp, he looked totally relaxed, so much so that I was afraid 
he'd fall asleep! I lay down beside him, a bit closer now, and tried to 
figure it out. He was no help.

Minutes ticked by. He might be dozing, I thought as I surveyed his 
face. That should have made me feel more at ease but somehow it was 
much worse this way. He ignored me! He took me for granted on the first 
night! I would never live this down. Still, if he thought I would try 
to change his mind he was crazy. I could hold out as well as he could, 
I would show him. But how did he get to be so calm? What had happened 
to his hornyness?

"Frank! What happened at that stag party last night!" I said suddenly. 
I blurted the words out before thinking about it, and I blushed 
furiously when he just grinned and said nothing. The bastard! Now he 
was in real trouble with me. My pussy was closed for business, for good 
if necessary. We lay there like two people from a Feiffer cartoon, not 
saying a word, not touching, just mulling. My eyes kept wandering over 
his nakedness, and in spite of my anger I had to acknowledge his 
beauty. After all those older men it was a treat to be with such a 
perfect body. The ridges of abdominal muscle, the full chest, smooth 
skin, bulging muscles in his upper arms, all of it brought out a 
yearning to touch, taste, and love him. But I wouldn't give him that 
satisfaction. Let him come to me!

Was he asleep? How he irritated me! His cock lay there like a sleeping 
prince waiting to be kissed into awakening. It was so thick and long, 
so tasty to look at that my mouth began to water. Not only that, but my 
pussy did the same. Even though he was unaware of me, I began to lust 
after him actively. I imagined how it would be to touch his fine body, 
to take that long dick into my mouth and to feel it harden and swell, 
and to have him touch me. At the same time I tried to hold back 
emotions, but it was no use. My pussy was dripping wet, my nipples were 
hard and ached for his touch, and it was all I could do just to lie 
still.

"Honey?" I spoke softly, almost in a whisper, so as not to wake him if 
he was asleep. No response. "Frank darling? Are you asleep?" Still no 
answer. I raised my voice and tried again but he just wouldn't come to. 
Once again I tried to subdue my rising passion by lying back and taking 
no notice of his presence. But even when I closed my eyes I could feel 
his body so near me, sense its masculine power, and my imagination 
filled in the missing details, such as that magnificent cock. "Frank, 
please, wake up!" I cried, grabbing hold of him and shaking him. "I 
must have you, you're driving me crazy!"

He mumbled something and tried to turn over on his side but I wouldn't 
have it. "No you don't! Wake up, Frank, and be like a husband to me. I 
can't take it any longer." Perhaps he was secretly drunk. That would 
explain his new-found cool. With a snort of disgust I let him drop and 
tried to sort out my thoughts. What the hell, if he wanted to sleep let 
him. By the same token, if I wanted to make love I would. I took hold 
of his cock with one hand and rubbed it as though it was a magic lamp, 
to find it much more responsive than the rest of my husband. A few 
caresses and it began to swell quickly. But I wanted to feel it expand 
inside my mouth so I hurried down and took it all inside. It throbbed 
and grew rapidly, filling my mouth, pushing its way down my throat. Now 
I could blow him in style. I knew how to relax my throat muscles, how 
to use my tongue and teeth, and Frank would find out in the course of 
this blow job that he had married a real woman, one with real needs.

Even though Frank still wouldn't move, the fact that his cock was as 
hard as rock was enough to spur me on. I gave it my best, closing my 
lips hard just below his knob and tugging at it, blowing on it, running 
my tongue in spiral from the tip right down the thick stalk to the 
hairy base and back, I used my fingers, my cheeks, everything to make 
his cock feel nice. I felt very happy in my work. My body throbbed in 
time with his cock, I was as taut and hot as it was, and making love to 
my own husband thrilled me deep down.

"Hey, didn't I tell you the honeymoon would start later!" Frank sat up 
and pushed my head away from his stiff cock. "You better learn to do as 
I say, girl, or there's going to be a lot of friction!"

"Frank, no, how could you!" Now I was really hurt. I reeled back and 
lay along the foot of the bed in a state of shock. "That's cruel as 
hell!"

"Is it really? Good, because I want to make my point very clear. I say 
when we make love and I say when we don't! Now come up here, lie down, 
and wait. I may change my mind and I may not. It all depends on how I 
feel." I obeyed meekly but inside I was in a rage. I almost wanted him 
to turn back into the groveling boy. My body was in a raging turmoil, 
I'd had a taste of him and I wanted more, more, more! His cock declined 
slowly, jerkily, and it was like watching a stately vessel sink. I 
wanted to cry. This was turning into the most miserable night of my 
life. If only he would change his mind! I was powerless to influence 
him, however, because I was already naked and I'd already played my 
trump card by trying to blow him. What a fool I'd been.

"Okay, go back down on me," said Frank out of the blue. "Get me hard 
and I'll think about it some more."

"Do you mean it, Frank?" I was so relieved and delighted that I 
actually felt he was doing me a great favor. I went down on him at once 
and now I treated his cock like royalty! I washed it with my tongue, 
dried it with my breath, fondled it with all ten fingers, loved it and 
lavished it with tender care. I kissed his balls, his asshole, his 
thighs, I rubbed my face against his belly and took his entire cock 
down my throat to make my muscles pullulate about his sensitive knob, 
and my enthusiasm was so great that I actually came in the process!

"That's very good," he said, and I noticed that some of the ice had 
gone from his voice, that it quavered just a little. "But I think my 
ass needs a bit more work."

"Right away, darling!" With the same zeal I descended to his asshole 
and poked my tongue deep into the already wet sphincters. I loved his 
musky, stuffy odor, the hairiness of his cheeks and the surprising 
softness of his anus. His cock towered high above my face and his balls 
dangled down, enticing me to lick them at intervals. But I really gave 
it to his asshole, working my tongue around and inside it until he was 
squirming with pleasure. He couldn't maintain his front now, he was too 
far gone. But so was I. In the back of my mind I realized he'd done a 
number on me but that didn't matter; or rather, it made me all the 
happier.

When he finally consented to fuck me I was so hot that it only took one 
good stroke to set me off. I'd had some good lovers in my hectic week, 
perhaps some great ones, but Frank blew them all away with that first 
deep thrust. It was as though he'd opened the door leading to a burning 
room, letting in a burst of oxygen that turned the fires into a roaring 
conflagration, and once he'd done that nothing could fight my fire but 
his mighty cock. It entered me deeper and deeper with every stroke, 
always promising a heavy load of soothing sperm, always withholding it.

But I could wait a little longer. All that mattered to me was that he 
was on top of me, that his cock was inside me, and that he was in my 
arms. "Frank!" I moaned, only half aware of what I was saying. "You're 
the one, there'll never be anyone else!"

"There had better not be!" he panted, driving his cock relentlessly 
into my cunt, fondling my tits with both hands and occasionally bending 
down to suck at my hard nipples. "From here on in it's you and me, 
Jackie, nobody else."

"Oh Frank, that's wonderful! I love you, Frank, do you know that? I 
love you! Oh, Frank, Frank, it feels so great, you're such a good 
lover!" Every word came from the heart. In between mountainous waves of 
passion I thought back over past affairs and they seemed very petty 
suddenly, just practice sessions for this event. When he came I was 
completely done, there was nothing left to be satisfied or loved, and 
the only surviving urge was to be close to the man who had made me feel 
so great.

We made love often that night. The snacks, as it turned out, came in as 
handy as K-rations on a forced march. Without them we might not have 
survived. But before we finally fell asleep I couldn't help but wonder 
what had caused such a change in my husband's behavior. Was that a 
natural part of getting married? Surely not.

Late the next morning I heard the bedside phone ring. Frank picked it 
up and I heard him say hello to his father. The conversation that 
followed provided me with the answer to my question. "Yes Dad, yes it 
worked fine ... yeah, yes, that's right ... she loved it ... okay, and 
thanks again for the advice, Dad." I made sure he wouldn't know that I 
was awake by turning over and smacking my lips sleepily and snoring a 
bit. But inside I was smiling. With a father-in-law like that, how 
could our marriage fail?


The End
