The new Buick, the car Mummy had taken when she ran off with Tom, leaving us the old dented and faded Chevy, was parked in the drive when we arrived home. I looked at Daddy. There was a half-wistful, half-angry look in his eye. Stomping my foot, I blurted, "No! She can't come back now. Don't let her, Daddy. Don't. It'll ruin everything."
She was waiting at the front door, long gold blonde hair radiant from recent brushing, full red lips moist and smiling, and wearing the darndest tight satin green hot pants, skimpy halter, scuffs… yummy legs and pussy and big fucking boobs all over the place. Oh! I thought, wanting to strangle her. Did she have to come back when things were so perfect?
"Darling," breathed Mummy, throwing her arms around my secret love's neck, and mashing her stacked juicy body from neck to knee against him. "I was out of my head, sweetheart. Forgive me. Take me back. Please. Nanny-poo wants to come home."
Daddy cast a furtive glance my way. "I… um. I guess we can talk, Nan. Talking never hurt anyone."
I scowled. Talk my foot! I thought. Already the front of his pants were beginning to bulge, and there was no mistaking that hotsy look in his eye. For three whole days, almost nonstop I'd sucked his joint and let him fuck me in the ass, and now, after three seconds with her, even after what she'd done, he was willing-no! anxious!-to plow her wide sexy behind right there on the door step. Furious, thinking I'd poison her first, and dismember him next time I got that insatiable dick in my face, I followed them into the living room.
Acknowledging me finally, watermelon headlights still mashed flat on Daddy's chest, Mummy said, "Hi, luv. Did you take good care of our man while I was away?"
"Did I ever!" I balked.
Daddy cleared his throat. "She… ah… lately she's been very high strung," he managed in an unfamiliar voice. "The shock and everything. She's-well, she's only fourteen, Nan. Still a little girl. Not much more than a baby, actually."
"Daddy! How can you?"
"Don't contradict your father," chided Mummy. "He knows us girls best. Now be a good luv and go play with your little friend Debbie while he and I go into our bedroom and talk."
Boy! Did he ever know me best, I thought. I watched Mummy rub her snatch up and down his fly. What would she do if she knew, I wondered, tempted to tell. I looked from her to Daddy. He was grinning… wouldn't even look at me. It was horrible. I felt like the flat breasted chick at a beach party.
While I simmered, Daddy took hold of Mummy's arm and, fingers touching the side of one bouncy boob, cock standing straight out, started for the bedroom. He stopped. Looking at me, not a hint of remorse on his dark, handsome face, he said, "Do that, Ratty. Don't bother about supper. Take a few bucks from the grocery money in the kitchen and you and Debbie go have yourselves a time."
Without knocking, firecracker mad, intending to tell Debbie a -thing or two, I stormed into the Simon place. "Debra?"
No answer. I moved from the living room to the kitchen, found no one, came back. Again I called, moved to the stairs, listened. There didn't seem to be anyone home. I was about to leave when I heard strange sounds from above. Rustling noises. Soft voices. I flew up the stairs.
Debbie had just perched herself on the edge of the bed, legs wide, leaning far back on her hands. I knew they had just begun because Mr. Simon dropped to his knees as I reached the upstairs hall. I watched him bury his clean shaven red face between the girl's slender white thighs, and heard Debbie say, "Do it, Pops. Suck me good. Asshole too." She squealed a long string of abbreviated ohs as Mr. Simon's fat tongue lapped into her hairless pink gash.
I stood across from the open bedroom door, in line with the dresser mirror, where they couldn't see me but I could see their reflection in the glass. I watched Mr. Simon fish a stubby, uncircumcised cock from his pants, skin the head back, and thumb the bright red, tip. All by, itself, as if it had a mind of its own, as if I were Debbie and my fingers were her Popsy's slurping tongue, my hand slipped down inside the tight denim pinching my pussy. I leaned against the wall, legs wide, fingers moving up, up. I touched the elastic barrier. I tried to break it as Debbie's skinny calves snaked around Mr. Simon's thick neck… buttocks off the bed, eyes closed tight, wiggling her gaping hole in his face.
I, too, closed my eyes. Suddenly I was very sad. For I knew, could feel it, see it inside my head, that Daddy and Mummy were getting ready to screw. I could imagine him peeling off the hot pants, the halter. Mummy would giggle. Grunt. She'd reach for his tool. And then, when Daddy had stripped and climbed between her spread thighs, body rigid, positioning the nozzle head, she'd moan and arch her body and start the bedsprings squeaking. They'd fuck… for hours and hours… while I frigged myself off in the Simon upstairs hall… remembering the three days in the woods, and listening to plump Joe Simon eat Debbie. Boy!
I must have gasped or made some telltale sound. Because suddenly Mr. Simon was there, chin sloppy with fresh cum, chubby pole protruding from open pants. My mouth formed a surprised O. I was speechless, embarrassed, coming… unable to stop my fingers darting in and out, in and out.
"You like it, huh?"
"No!"
"Fuck you don't." Mr. Simon offered a pudgy hand. His breathing was harsh, loud. His round face grinned knowingly. He undid the button at my waist, unzipped the fly, and shimmied the jeans down my churning hips. "Let me do it," he said hoarsely, persuasively. "Move your hand, Give Uncle Joe a taste."
"Kathie?" Debbie's eyes flashed. Her face mirrored my initial surprise. She watched her father drop to his knees, shift my panties, and drink long and deep of the smell of my cunt. She squatted in the doorway, tiny hand working the rosebud protruding like a pink velvet derby from the pouting lips of her twat.
Soon I was coming again, gasping, unable to stand. Mr. Simon led me into the bedroom. He sat me on the edge of the bed, where Debbie had been seated a moment before, and began working the dungarees and panties down my jelly legs. He eyed my thighs, the wedge of black curly hair at top. His logish joint jerked. Would he fuck me, I wondered, lungs refusing to work, pussy tingling. I could almost see the thoughts racing through his mind: tight… hot… wet and ready. Again I thought of Daddy stoking his long delicious pole into Mummy.
Debbie sat close beside me, "Yours has hair," she whispered, lightly stroking my pussy. "Real softlike. Ummm!" Her tiny fingers probed for my clit. "Katty… it's the softest thing inside, too."
"Not you."
"Yes. I want to." Debbie's face dropped to my lap. Her small tongue flicked out. I shivered.
Mr. Simon lifted my legs and disentangled the jeans and panties from my feet. He let my legs down, coaxed my knees wide apart. Fingering Debbie's tight asshole, he said, "I always knew you'd be hot stuff. Fuck! I used to watch you undress when you were no bigger 'n Debbie. Your window's right across the yard from my bedroom. For years! Ever since the old woman died. One of these days, I used to promise myself, sitting there in the dark, watching your pussy hair grow, one of these days sweet little Kathie's gonna give ole Uncle Joe a taste of that stuff!" He skinned the excess meat from the head of his cock, stepped close.
I didn't have to be told. Saliva filled my mouth, hot and wet. I undid his belt. The pants slithered down white bony legs to his ankles. I pulled the shorts down. Closing one hand around his hot, pulsing dick, I palmed his nuts with the other. It was shorter by inches than Daddy's; smooth-skinned, where Daddy's was ridged and veiny, and not nearly as far around. But the cute little red glans, poking from its sheath like a rabbit's curious nose, had fascinated me from the moment I saw it. Now I licked it. He jumped.
"Wash my balls some."
"I can't-Debbie!-r-reach them."
He moved closer still. Again Debbie's fiery tongue whipped down one side of my vulva and up the other. I gasped. I was goosebumps all over; as if I were once again standing naked in the cold mountain lake. But this was a special kind of cold feeling… the white-hot chill of Noxzema applied to sunburn.
"Your cum hole tastes good, Kat. I never ate one before." Debbie tongued my hard clit. Her slenderfingers spread the outer lips. Her sweet – breath entered my channel.
My own tongue was busy lapping around and under Mr. Simon's small nuts. They weren't much to look at. The smooth outer layer was nothing like the wrinkled and hairy skin on Daddy's hefty cubes. These were childlike, bright pink, almost hairless… like the tiny slit between Debbie's young thighs. Was it a family trait, I wondered, reaching for Debbie's gash and licking the bowed underside of the log near my face. My stink-finger found Mr. Simon's wet asshole, twisted up. He bucked toward me. I could smell the sweat dripping down his back, into the crack of his doughy ass, onto my hand.
"Suck it some."
I glanced up, saw the pained pleasure look on his face, looked down, saw Debbie's round head moving… long chestnut hair fanned out like a bib on my thighs. I tickled her gash. Her head moved faster. I tickled Mr. Simon's rectum. He pushed the tiny red tip in past my teeth. "That's it. That's my little sucker." Mr. Simon gripped the back of my head. His smooth shaft slipped farther into my mouth… one inch, two. He pulled back, jabbed… four inches. He grunted. Again he pulled back, drove forward, harder. His nuts slapped my chin. He sighed. Popping his finger from Debbie's humping ass, he gripped my head with both hands and moved his hips in a slow, rhythmic fuck motion.
"Suck me home, Kathie. Fuck! I used to say, 'One of these days she'll suck me off, that bitch will. All the fucking way home. Like a real fucking pro," he said in satisfaction..
"He likes to talk dirty," mumbled Debbie into my crotch. Abruptly she hopped off the bed, onto her knees, between me and her Popsy. She coaxed my thighs wider apart. Her hot little tongue flicked between the pinched cheeks of my ass. "You take care of Daddy, she added, lips covering the gaping mouth of my sex, sucking, blowing into me, lips coming away, tongue darting down, flat against the crack of my ass, licking up. "You suck him. I'll suck you."
Moaning, pussy twitching in her face, I obliged. Although Mr. Simon's dick was less manly than Daddy's, less awesome and fearsome less wonderful, I knew it would soon shoot off great gushes of semen. Debbie's small pointed tongue had me wild… wanting cum… huge doses of it. Her feathery brushstrokes sent electric charges through my thighs and lower belly. I reached down. Her cunt snapped at m! fingertip. I had never before considered multiple sex, girl finger-fucking girl, sucking girl, as we were doing while Mr. Simon talked dirty and pumped his stubby peg into my face. But now I thought of variations; Mr. Simon screwing me… me eating Debbie… me and Mummy and Daddy, all arms and trembling legs, all mouths and pussies and assholes, but only one big dick… coming all over each other, on the double bed in the master bedroom at home.
"Fuck! I used to tell Debbie, "Bring your sweet fucking Kathie girl friend over. Let her spend the fucking night. The fucking weekend. She's a ripe sucker, that one is.
Boy! I thought, Debbie wasn't joking when she said Mr. Simon liked to talk dirty. But It was turning me on. I fondled his scrotum. Greedily I sucked his dick. I sucked from deep in my throat, making him squeal like a fat piglette.
"Move up," directed Debbie. "Closer to the edge. I wanna smell your asshole." Again Mr. Simon squealed. His cubes bounced in my hand. I could feel the soft Inner balls the size and shape of pigeon eggs, where the sperm were produced. There' were millions of tiny cum-worms in a man's nuts, I knew. I wanted them. Every one! So I let his slippery shaft pop noisily out of my face, and, while his cock jerked and throbbed, angry with me, it seemed, for evicting it from its nice, warm sheath, sucked the twin pink sacs into my wet mouth.
"Eeeahhh…!" Mr. Simon did a funny dance parody.
"He's like that," said Debbie, grinning up from between my widespread thighs.
But I had reached the point where I didn't much care what anyone did or said. The hot juices were flowing deep in my belly, spewing out on the bedspread, sloshing into Debbie's hot mouth as her hungry lips again opened wide on my pussy. And Debbie was coming, too-all over my hand, the throw rug. And plump Mr. Fucking Simon, still doing his funny soft-shoe routine, balls puffing out my cheeks like a hamster's pouches, was yipping and yelling and shooting off in the air.
Spitting his nuts from my face, I cried, "Oh, NO!" and tried to catch the last creamy spurt. It landed hot on my cheek, slid down to the corner of my mouth. My tongue darted out, found it, licked it in. I 'bent double, mashing Debbie's face to my gaping cunt… gasping, moaning, orgasms coming rapidly, one, two… three!.
After licking the last of the cum. from Mr. Simon's stubby limp cock, and kissing Debbie full on the lips to taste my own cum, we dressed and went downstairs. I stopped at the front door, grinned. Debbie flew into my arms. Again we kissed, and I felt her pussy and she felt mine. I wasn't mad at her anymore. Nor Daddy. Nor Mummy. What the fuck! I thought philosophically… everyone's doing it!
The next few days whisked by. It was the last month of summer vacation. The weather was perfect for swimming at the neighborhood pool and dating boys from school, who, after Daddy and Mr. Simon, were sort of a comedown, because they never did more than feel your thighs or tits and even did that as if it were an accident -but fun, too, and gossip for me and Debbie to giggle about after our afternoon sessions with Popsy.
After dark, our quiet suburban community became a lively place. There were barbecue parties, cocktail parties, birthday and business advancement parties… Friday night parties, Saturday night parties, and parties, it seemed, to break up the monotony of parties: And my philosophical outlook on sex was being proved well-founded. For as we took our nightly strolls, me and Debbie, gathering notes for the book we had agreed to write some day, there was ample evidence-heads and legs moving m the dark back seat of a car, cum-crusted panties that everyone, but everyone was putting it to, or getting it put to them by, someone they weren't supposed to be fucking.
On one such night, as we were returning home, Debbie squeezed my arm, and said, 'Look. There's that handsome Mr. George and pretty Lois what's-her-name. Don't let 'em see you."
We stepped behind the thick hedges at the mouth of the Michaels' drive, and watched tall Mr. George feel Lois Michaels' big boobs. There was a loud gathering in the lighted backyard, a cook-out, with half the neighborhood present. But the lovers stood in the shadows, in the car port against the side of the house. They were talking:
"You'll rip my dress."
"Fuck your dress." Mr. George slipped one hand into the bosom of her low-cut mini. He used his knee to coax her trim legs apart. His free hand dropped to her hemline.
"Someone may come."
"Yeah. Me. Now shut up and give, god dammit."
Lois gasped as his hand shot under the dress. She opened wide, leaned back against the house. "I don't usually fool around."
"Sure."
"But Harry's fucking his secretary, so…"
Mr. George shimmied the panties off her hips.
He fumbled with the front of his pants. An enormous white pole shot out. He lifted the hem of the mini, baring Lois' hairy black pussy, held the garment bunched at her slim waist. "Put it in for me," he demanded.
Lois' trembling hand closed around the shaft of his thick cock. "It's too big. Maybe I better suck you off instead."
"Fuck that."
"You'll kill me."
By now, my cunt was sopping wet. There was just enough light to see. And I could almost feel that tremendous dick boring up into me. I hugged Debbie. Her tiny hand crept to the leg band of my shorts, under. I squatted, taking her fingers deep inside my love hole.
Mr. George grunted. The huge head of his joint buried itself in Lois' dark cleft. He abandoned her titties, let go of the dress, cupped her buttocks, and thrust. It slid in slowly, inch by delicious inch.
"Jesus! Is there more?" whispered Lois.
"Only halfway."
"It feels… ummm! Like a giant redwood."
Debbie's fingers were making me crazy. But it was Mr. George's marvelous cock, which looked even bigger than Daddy's, that I was thinking about. I had felt a dick in my asshole, two in my face, and liked it both ways. But my pussy was burning for man-meat-to be flooded with hot creamy cum from the mouth of a cock.
"Do me," said Debbie, steering my hand to her shorts, to her hairless pink twat. "I wish Popsy's were that big. Wow! I'd never-stop sucking."
Finger-fucking each other, we watched Mr. George stoke the last incredible inch into Lois. They kissed, hips moving slowly. Lois was much shorter than him and I could see it was awkward. Mr. George had to bend and Lois was standing on tiptoe, and each upward thrust lifted her inches off the ground. Their hips began to move faster. I wanted to die.
Finally, after getting her good and wet, I suppose, Mr. George broke the kiss, reached down and tore the panties from her knees and said, "Put your legs around my waist."
"That's crazy."
"Everything's crazy. You. Me. Fucking in a car port. Now put your fuckin legs around my waist."
Tentatively Lois raised one knee. Mr. George placed one hand in the crook of her leg. With the other hand, fingers splayed on her jiggly bottom, he lifted. Lois moaned. Her ankles crossed high on his waist. Her heavy white thighs quivered. She was helpless, impaled.
"Wow!" breathed Debbie, creaming all over my fingers.
I knew just how she felt. I was coming, too. I closed my eyes and envisioned Daddy shafting me the same way. I hadn't seen his big veiny dick since we returned from the camping trip. But I remembered every lovely inch of it… could see the swollen pink glans… coming closer and closer, brushing my moist lips, poking its way deep into my mouth.
"They're popping off," said Debbie.
I opened my eyes and watched Lois grind her pussy up and down on the cock in her belly. She made soft mewing sounds-almost like a child weeping. Her legs inched higher, squeezed. Her mouth dropped open. Then Mr. George's legs gave, and they fell back against the house, kissing and sighing, cum mixing with cum, I knew. Me and Debbie kissed and finger-tucked like crazy.
Afterward, after Mr. George and Lois straightened their clothes and returned to the party, and Debbie had taken her fingers out of my wet cunt, I asked, "Did Daddy ever fuck you standing up?"
"Uh-uh." Debbie used a Kleenex to wipe her pink gash, offered me one. "He likes to do it on the sofa. Me on top. Didn't you know?"
"Sure!" I lied. "That's the way he likes to do me. But I thought with you-well, me being his daughter and all. He doesn't usually get too kinky." I wiped my sloppy wet cunt, balled the tissue, and tossed it at the hedges.
"Popsy's like that, too," sighed Debbie. "He won't even screw me. He's kinda hung up on incest, you know? Sometimes, when he's drunk and wants me to suck him off, he even forgets who I am. But boy! He sure started it! After Mumsy died, he used to sneak in my room and rub his face up and down the crack of my ass. Tonguing my cum-hole. Smelling. Wow! Was I ever scared at first. I used to feel him licking my gash and think, 'Holy fucking guru! What'll I do if he tries to… to… wow!'"
I giggled. I could imagine plump Mr. Simon sneaking about the house in the middle of the night with a hard-on. Boy! Would that ever be a comical sight, I thought. "He's sort of dopey," I said. "Mine too. They're both old fashioned."
We started to walk. The tissue I'd used to wipe my twat was stuck high in the Michaels' hedges, I noted. Like a Christmas tree ball.
"Popsy used to look at me guilty like next morning," continued Debbie, plucking at the damp crotch of her shorts. "We both had hang ups back then. I was just a kid. Eleven. But one night he got me so fucking hot I just forgot it was Popsy. I made believe it was that groovy Mr. Levine-you know… the English teacher? The one who always makes the girls sit down front so he can look up our dresses? Anyway! Popsy got me so fucking hot I just rolled onto my back and made it easy. He went right to work, too. Slurping and whacking off. I was still a little afraid, but I opened my eyes when he squealed. I watched him shoot off in the air. It landed all over me. I grinned kinda silly like when he caught me watching and began to blubber about being drunk and all. Then I grabbed his stiff cock and shoved it into my face. Yummy! I was okay, but I thought Popsy was going to shit himself."
I glanced sidelong at Debbie. I was sort of jealous of her. At twelve, with a cunt as bald as a plum and titties that wouldn't fill a poached-eggcup, not only was she sucking Popsy's cute dick every day, but she had already felt Daddy's fierce arrow in her tight quiver. Yet there I was, a ripe fourteen, with fair-sized boobs and oodles of black curls on my pussy, and toting a cherry still. It was humiliating.
"How'd it happen with you?" asked Debbie as we turned the corner onto our block. "Did he whip it right out 'n' say hey! Or was he sneaky like my Popsy?"
I told her about the trip to the lake, about three days of sucking and asshole fucking, and an imaginary straight fuck or two. I got madder and madder as her eyes grew wider and wider. That fucking Daddy! I thought. If Debbie ever learned the truth, that he hadn't plowed me, that I still carried a dopey maidenhead inside my twat… well, I didn't even want to think about what she'd say.
"He did me like that, too," said Debbie when I mentioned how Daddy, upon finding me naked in the car, had turned away and begun rubbing his stiff cock. "When I came over that day and you were out and I sat on the sofa to wait, I knew he could see up my mini. I wanted him to. He's kinda groovy, you know? So I opened my legs while we talked… him sitting in the armchair straight across from me… cock growing bigger and bigger. Wow! I thought, watching it grow like a tree down his pants leg. It made my pussy all tingly. And it was getting to him, too. He got all red in the face, crossed and uncrossed his legs, got up, paced. Finally I told him about me and Popsy… about how he had sneaked in my room to finger-fuck and suck me the night before. About how I'd been fucked by lots of boys at school and really wanted a big one. By then, he was rubbing himself and staring kinda bug-eyed at me. I was getting hotter and hotter. Cunt all wet. I opened wider, brought one leg up on the sofa 'n' showed him everything. Wow! His dick was standing so tall I thought sure the pants would give. He made a funny sound in his throat and grabbed me, fingers stoking my pussy. I thought I'd explode when he pushed me down on the cushions, took it out 'n' asked me to suck it. I told him he'd have to fuck me first. So he rolled me over, on top, gripped my ass, 'n' placed the hot tip at my hole. It was something, Kat. I felt it going in, in, all the way up in my belly. I watched it. I opened as wide as I could-until the lips of my cunt felt as if they were going to rip-'n' wiggled 'n' wiggled till there was nothing but nothing but hair. It was the absolute.
We had reached the Simon place. I was burning up, dripping all over myself, shorts soggy, from the story. Daddy was fucking everyone except me, it seemed. Since we'd returned from the lake, he hadn't so much as allowed me a sniff of his cock. He was fucking Mummy three and four times a day, and, through most of the night, while I lay awake, panting, hoping he'd come to me, making the darn bedsprings squeak so loud that no one within a block of the place had to guess about what they were doing.
"I'd better go in," said Debbie.
"It's early." I showed her my wristwatch.
"I know. But Popsy'll be drunk as a skunk and unable to get a good hard-on, if I don't. See you."
I watched her enter the house, and, a moment later saw the light come on in her upstairs bedroom. I saw her silhouette on the shade. Then Popsy's. His hand moved over her tits, down her little round belly. Boy! I thought, starting for home, fucking Debbie Simon had it made!
The living room lights were out, and those in the kitchen, too. But Daddy's bedroom door was ajar, and the small lamp on the night table beside the huge bed was casting a faint yellow glow throughout the room. I opened my mouth, about to announce my early arrival, heard laughter. Abruptly I clamped my lips shut. Were they fucking again, I wondered. My heart raced. Quietly I closed the door and tiptoed across the dark living room, to the master bedroom door.
"Doesn't it ever get limp?" asked Mummy.
She was lying curled at the foot of the bed, head propped in one hand, wearing panties and bra, broad backside toward me. I could see the deep crack of her ass through the flimsy material. "You could teach Tom a thing or two, luv," she added in a throaty voice. "He was okay at first, but after a month or so it just hung there like a limp spaghetti after one screw."
"Tom always was a jackrabbit." Daddy moved one hand up and down his rigid shaft. He was lying propped naked on pillows, at the head of the bed, long muscled legs wide, hairy sacs lying flat on the white sheet, apparently cocksure about the attraction potential of the veiny pole Mummy eyed. "Even in school," he continued, stroking himself harder, "when me and Tom double-dated, I used to drop him off first, take my date home, then park and finish what he'd started. 'Member Evlyn?"
Mummy nodded. "The redhead."
"That's her. Redhead all over. She dated Tom for more than a year. But after the first few dates, after Tom took her home, she used to call with excuses to get me over there. Tom's a straight fuck man, and Evlyn was crazy for sucking. Suck! Suck! Suck! He used to neglect that sweet little mouth, and she used to get me over there and draw so hard I thought, Christ! My fucking cubes're coming through the head! Get your ass up here."
Mummy hesitated. Her soft buttocks tightened. I knew what she was thinking. Daddy had said she'd refused to give him a blowjob, and with all that hotsy talk about Tom, sucking and like that, she was apprehensive. I stood to one side, waiting, knowing they could see me if they looked, but knowing, too, any second now they'd be too busy to look. I was getting sort of kinky, I knew. But watching and listening really turned me on. It was as.if everything happening to Mummy was happening to me.
"Sex maniac." Mummy slithered up close on her quivery belly, legs slightly parted. She moved one long red fingernail up the underside of his hard cock.
"Christ!" Daddy's hand came down on the thin panties. Slowly, lovingly, he kneaded her heavy buttocks. The nylon pulled tight, digging into her crotch, into the valley between the halves of her trembling backside. The leg band rode high on one hip. A jiggly half moon appeared. It glowed. Whiter than the sheet.
"Should I take them off?" cooed Mummy.
"Let me."
"Hurry, Luv." Mummy shifted as his hands fumbled with the panties. She lifted her hips, turned sideways, bent her full creamy legs to kick the last veil away. She turned onto her belly once more. Her ass was blemishless. Tiny gold hairs winked from the crack. "Now the bra," she whispered.
Unable to bear the sweetness, the thought of Mummy getting all that delicious cock, but unable to look away either, I watched Daddy undo the snap, remove the straps from her shoulders, and kiss the strap marks. His lips moved down. My breath caught. I felt hot little kisses on my lower back as he kissed Mummy's hips, up thrust buttocks. His tongue shot out. I gasped as it went into the crack and licked down… coaxing her thighs wide… coaxing mine apart, too… licking farther and farther, to the Winking brown eye of her ass, to the slice up her pussy.
"I luv… ohhh! That!" moaned Mummy. "Your tongue… ummm! It's as long as your… ooohhhhhh! Cock! Don't stop, luv. I'm creaming already. I… Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!"
"Suck me off."
"I can't. I…"
"Try it." Daddy turned her over onto her back, thighs wide. He shifted onto his side, bringing his. adorable throbbing cock close to her face. The tip brushed her lips, jerked. "Christ sakes, Nan. Just the fuckin' head. The head won't hurt you."
Let me! I thought, watching Mummy stare dismally at the stiff joint in her hand. Daddy's tongue was moving rapidly along the tender inside of her thighs, in the blonde curly bush, lower. Her pink clit protruded. Her hips bucked. I was going out of my mind, yet still she hesitated.
Finally, apparently having decided that Mummy would never do it willingly, Daddy threw one long leg over her body, lifted his hips, and pointed the awesome red pulsing tip down. His nuts fell on her brow. Still licking her vulva, her asshole, the quivering inside of her thighs, he came down.
"Nooo!" Mummy wailed.
Too late! The head had penetrated her lips and was buried to the jacket of off-color skin marking Daddy's circumcision, in her beautiful mouth. She gagged. Twisted. Tried to lift him. But Daddy held her blonde head firmly wedged between his strong legs. Her struggles seemed only to heighten his pleasure, his desire, his resolve. He bore down. He licked faster, up and down the open wet lips of her cunt, deep in the crack of her trembling ass, everywhere. His lips pounded, cock forcing its way, drilling deeper and deeper into the hot well of her mouth.
I was transfixed. It was the wildest thing ever. I watched Daddy's long veiny dick drive deep, nailing her head to the pillows, making her suck. Mummy's mouth was being raped. Taken by brute force. Utterly violated. I felt the invading meat in my throat, too. The fiery glans. The pouting aperture breathing its thin lubricants… preparing the sheath for the blow off. Oh! How I wished I were Mummy and could once again taste the creamy cum. squeezing slowly up from Daddy's balls. I watched-rubbing my pussy and remembering the first hour of our three days alone in the woods, the first time he shafted my face, my tight asshole. I fingered my clit while Mummy, his dick stoking her face farther and farther, opened and moved her sopping wet cunt, and, despite her apparent revulsion, took the last pulsing inch.
"That's it, Nan," groaned Daddy. "Suck!"
I watched him thrust once more, mashing his nuts and coarse pubic hair in Mummy's flushed face. He drove the roots flush against her lips. My mouth filled with saliva. I could actually feel the huge glans at the back of my skull.
"Draw on it, baby. I'll make you like it even if I have to…"
My knees turned to mush as Daddy withdrew until only the fat head remained in, and with one mighty stroke planted it deep again. Mummy made loud choking noises. But Daddy wouldn't relent. Again he withdrew and again he planted his meat-harder, hips grinding it home.
Daddy held it deep for a moment. Then suddenly, in no more time than it takes to snap your fingers, he rolled over, taking Mummy with him. He locked his long powerful legs around her slim neck. "Suck it, Nan. Every hard mother fuckin inch!"
Mummy continued to gag. But now her pussy was working, too, dripping its juices on Daddy's slobbering tongue. The plump halves of her ass opened and closed. Daddy's fingers dug in-one in her shitter, the others spreading the fat outer lips of her cunt, until, even from the door ten feet away, I could see all the way up to the bright pink and purple mouth of her inner sheath. I watched Daddy cover the gap with his lips, suck deep. Mummy's throat noises changed from gagging sounds to sighs. My shorts ripped. There was absolutely nothing in the world big enough to fill the vacuous spot in my belly.
Fucking Daddy! I thought, closing my eyes, leaning back against the wall to keep from falling. I didn't much care about him fucking off with Mummy, or, for that matter, Debbie or anyone else he chose to fuck off with. But there I was, fourteen, hot and ready, and saving my last earthly treasure-my tight, pulsing, adorable little love hole-just for him! I had a toothache down there. An empty electric socket. And after three days of testing my current, charging my dynamo, sparking my plugs, fucking hotsy Daddy had pulled the plug.
Boy!