for either you or Susan to get pregnant, and deliver a live, healthy son before one of the chicks in Carl's coop pulls the trick. That's out of the question, of course, and we won't even discuss it."
"Well, I can certainly see why you waited for Thea to go to bed before breaking the news to us," Susan said, "and since you did wait, I can only assume that you do want to discuss it."
"No, I don't," Chet replied much too hastily. "I only waited for Thea to go to bed because I knew that we would be talking about Carl's family and the fact that they would be fucking like rabbits, and I don't think that Thea should be exposed to such talk yet. Since you were sixteen, Marsha and I have had no secrets from you. You know that we swing, we know that you have a quite active sex life, so we can say anything in your presence, but I want to keep Thea out of this. She's only fourteen."
"Tomorrow's Thea's birthday," Marsha reminded him. "She'll be fifteen."
"So what," Chet snapped almost in anger, "she's still )ust a child. I don't want her even thinking of sex before she is sixteen."
"Oh crap. Daddy, this is 1976, not 1880. I lost my cherry when I was fourteen and so did Mom-my. She told me."
"What the hell is this?" Chet cried, staring from his wife's face to his daughter's. "You two act like you want Thea in on this—like—like—you're both considering getting pregnant, and and on top of
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that—like—like you actually want Thea in on it. I won't hear of it—case closed."
"Get serious, Chet," Marsha said flatly, "we have all been waiting for that money too long and too hard to try to pretend now that it doesn't mean that much to us now. I want another baby about as much as I want TB, but damnit. I'm game. You know I haven't been on the pill for about six months now, because the doctor told me to take a break. Just forget using rubbers for awhile, and let's get started."
Chet's entire face lit up. "All right, all right," he said, running his hands through his long, dark hair, "uhh, how about you, Susy? I mean—uhh— you don't have to if you don't want to, but. . ."
"You know I will, Daddy. I'm going to have babies one of these days, anyhow, so why not now. Only problem is the dude I'm going with now is a great lay, but a loser just about every other way, and I don't want a baby by him."
"As pretty and as popular as you are, darling," Marsha said, "I'm sure you won't have any problem finding the man to do it. Just get started soon, I'm sure that Betty and all three of her girls are flat on their asses right now with men standing in" line to fuck them.
"Get on the phone and call somebody right now. Thea sleeps like a log. You can fuck right out here in the living room, or take him to the family room in the basement." "Oh Morn, I don't want to be difficult, I swear
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it," Susan wailed, "but I can't think of a single boy. Give me some time to think—don't rush me."
"Take all the time you want," Marsha said, getting up from the couch, and reaching for Chet's hand, "just get a man over here tonight. I'm going into the bedroom now with Chet for my first injection. Let's me and you have a race—the last one pregnant is an old douche bag."
All Marsha had been wearing was a loose minidress, and as she preceded her husband into the master bedroom, she shucked the tiny garment over her head.
Chet never tired of looking at the sexy, compact little bodies of his wife and older daughter, and his massive cock sprang so hard as he gazed at her firm, bold, succulent-looking ass cheeks that he hastily unzipped his pants to give it breathing room.
As he hurried out of his clothes, he wondered who the lucky stud was who would soon be doing to Susan out on the couch the same thing that he was about to do to Marsha in bed. "Ill bet her little pussy is as hot and tight .as all shit," he mused to himself as he pulled off his shorts and T-shirt and fell into bed between Marsha's spread thighs.
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*God yes," Chet groaned, marveling at Mar-sha's tightness, her slictaiess as he shoved his cock deep into her steamy love channel, "me, too. Your pussy seems to get better when you're in heat like this—Jeezz, I love to fuck you anytime, but shooting for a baby is pure heaven."
"How is this going to affect our swinging?" Marsha asked, swiveling her ass up to meet his thrusts, loving the impact of his cockhead bouncing off her womb. "I mean, what if I get pregnant by somebody else?"
"Don't sweat it," Chet grunted, really slugging cock into her receptive body now for all he was worth, "we need all the help we can get. In fact, we should increase the swinging action, invite more men, accept more invitations. We've got to make it, baby."
"Well, I hope Susy will get off of her ass and get into the act," Marsha said. "These kids today pretend to be so sexually free and sophisticated, but put them to the test, and they're just as square and hung-up as we were."
"Don't worry about her," Chet grinned. "I left the bedroom door open on purpose. If seeing us in action doesn't get her ready to fuck anything with a cock, her case is hopeless anyway."
"You sneaky bastard," Marsha giggled, peeking over Chet's shoulder into the lighted living room. "Oh my gosh, your strategy is backfiring." "What do you mean?" "She's sitting on the couch, staring right in here
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at us, and frigging her clit as though there were no tomorrow."
"Oh shit, this I've got to see," Chet whispered hoarsely, ducking his head as though he were about to begin sucking her nipple.
Looking back under his own armpit, Chet's breath caught sharply as his bugged eyes fell on the most exciting scene that he could remember ever having witnessed.
Susan was sitting with one of her legs draped over the arm of the couch and the other lying flat out on the couch cushion. Her red bikini panties hung in a wrinkled ring around her left ankle, and she held the hem of her mini up to her breasts with her left hand as she frantically fanned her turgid clit with three stiffened fingers of her right.
"Oh God, darling, fuck me—fuck me harder— I'm coming!" Marsha shrieked suddenly, triggering Chet's orgasm, which had begun to rise as soon as he saw what his daughter was doing.
"Arrgghhhh!" Chet groaned wrenchingly, hump-ing like a rabbit before stiffening and allowing his thick, hot come to spurt achingly into Marsha's womb.
Susan leaped to her feet and, with her panties still dangling from her ankle, dashed hurriedly into her and Thea's bedroom. As she closed the door softly behind her, her eyes sprang wide and her breath caught sharply.
Thea was naked on her bed, lying—or almost lying, since only her head, shoulders, and feet
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