It had been eight days since that incredible night in MaryAnn's room. Don knew because he had counted them that morning in the office. Wearily returning home, feeling tired and irritable, he wondered if his foxy little stepdaughter would refuse herself to him again that night. For the last two nights, he had gone to her room and they had begun to make passionate love… the kind of loving he had come to crave from her tender childlike body, but she had stopped him always at a most crucial point… stopped him and sent him away as though he were some kind of teenager. The only explanation she would give him was a cryptic one: "Not until you do what I want you to do!"
He thought about it now as he drove home. It was so humiliating to find himself at the beck and call of a mere slip of a girl, and yet he was unable to rid himself of his strange obsession with her youthful freshness. Everything about her had taken on a magical aura and he had rapidly learned to sublimate his guilt, but not his desire for her.
As for his wife, Laura… well, that was going very badly. Right now, beside him on the seat of the car lay a large bouquet of roses… an attempt to apologize to her for the way he'd been treating her. He pulled into the driveway, trying to block out his brutality with his wife for the last two nights. He had returned to their bedroom from one of his supposed walks and having been stirred up beyond the breaking point by his sensual young stepdaughter, he'd found himself turning into a madman with Laura!
Two nights in a row it had happened and the funny thing was that Laura seemed to be responding to him more and more the worse he treated her! She actually seemed to like it! Nevertheless, this odd fact didn't condone his behavior, he felt. He must somehow try to control his anger with his wife! He was beginning to feel like a werewolf!
As he walked into the house, he noticed right away that neither of the kids was in sight. School had been out for a few days and their appearances in the house were sporadic at best. Don never knew when he would catch a glimpse of his darling MaryAnn dashing through the house on her way to play tennis or wearing a brief, revealing bathing suit on her way to the beach.
A recently familiar jealousy loomed up inside him as he saw she wasn't there. He had known she was not a virgin, but what he and the boys used to call a half-virgin… a young girl who had had only one or two experiences. But the idea of anyone else touching her drove him insane now. Those sweet pert breasts being manipulated by hands other than his own, the velvet dark tightness of her little…
"Hello darling!" Laura sang out from the kitchen. There was a wonderful scent of roasting lamb throughout the house, and Don hoped that for once his wife had been content to just roast it without any fancy additions.
"Hello, hon… here, these are for you!" He handed her the bouquet and watched her eyes light up as she unrolled the thin tissue paper.
What is it MaryAnn wants me to do? Don asked himself over and over as he absentmindedly watched his wife looking for a vase. What could it be? he wondered, even as Laura approached him and pressing her voluptuous bosom against him, breathed seductively into his ear, "last night…" she whispered, "you were so… so wonderful!"
"But Laura, I was brutal… I…"
"I know… but after… after… I could forgive you anything for making such wonderful love!"
The loving I'd intended for your daughter! Don thought ruefully, guilt returning to his badly bruised psyche.
It seemed like forever to Don, waiting until it was late enough for Laura to go to bed. But finally after watching a TV special, she began to yawn and started off toward the bedroom. He watched her go, and told her he'd be in after he took a drive around the block. She smiled and nodded, no longer questioning him, and closed the bedroom door behind her.
After a few minutes, Don got up and turned the television off. Then he went to the front door and slammed it, turning and tiptoeing down the long hall toward MaryAnn's door. He knew he'd be sorely disappointed if she wasn't there after all, but a sixth sense told him that she was. He knocked softly at the door, holding his breath until there was a soft answer.
"Daddy? Come in, darling!"
Nervously, Don entered, recalling the first night he had entered this now familiar room. To his surprise he found both MaryAnn and her brother, Rick, sitting completely nude upon the bed. He stammered something and started to leave, but MaryAnn asked him to stay.
"Stay Daddy, I… We want to talk to you!"
There was a surreal quality about what was taking place, and Don felt as though he had fallen down a bottomless pit as he faced the fresh young nudity of brother and sister. MaryAnn asked him to sit down, and he did so with a self-consciousness that made him acutely aware of their burning bright eyes upon him. In particular, he felt Rick's stare, and although he was but a boy, Don felt that he was being appraised as one man sizes up another.
To his surprise, when he looked up at them again, he saw that Rick's hands were fondling MaryAnn's delicately protruding breasts. He watched, still sure he was dreaming as MaryAnn's hand went down to her brother's penis, and she stroked it lovingly until it reached a thick hardness. Don's mind reeled and yet he realized that he wasn't really very shocked. How could he be? And now the two seemed so natural together and the sudden realization that MaryAnn had no other lovers but him and her brother Rick elated him, making him feel as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
"Come over here, Daddy," MaryAnn cooed, never releasing Rick's quivering cock from her grasp.
Don moved over toward them, and sat down beside MaryAnn's frail but exquisitely proportioned body. Before he could speak her lips had covered his and he could feel his head swimming from the sweetness of her mouth. It had been two whole nights since he had sampled her darling little cunt. Why, from where he sat, he could see it… could almost taste it! Automatically his hand went to her breasts, and he found Rick's hand already there. Flushed with emotion, he started to pull away, but MaryAnn sighed, "I have two, you know…"
Don returned his hand to the strawberry tip of her nipple.
"I want to ask you something, Daddy…" she began. "A favor!" As she spoke, Don realized that her hand was touching his groin, and she was starting to stroke his penis slowly and smoothly. It leapt to attention, quivering beneath his pants.
"What do you want me to do… tell me!" he gasped.
"Do you want to fuck me… tonight… now… Do you want to fuck me always?"
"I… I," he stammered. Her hand was still moving, she was working at his zipper!
"You know Rick and I fuck together all the time…" she sighed, squirming a bit as her stepfather's hand manipulated one of her nipples while her brother's worked the other. "In fact, we just did it!" she moaned lazily. Her lewd words seemed to bounce off him, as she groped inside his pants, making his cock grow impossibly rigid. The bare tips of her fingers ran along the naked pole of his prick and then she was holding it hot and throbbing in her hand.
"Oh, God!" he groaned. "Yes, baby, I want to fuck you, yes!"
"Your wonderful cock is sooo big!" she continued. "I think I want to put it in my mouth. Would you mind Daddy?"
With that, she bent low and licked the trembling tip of his exposed member, causing him to jerk from the wet contact of her small tongue.
"You could cum in my mouth… while Rick fucks me!" Her flicking tongue circled the entire lewd head and then suddenly her mouth opened wide to swallow the whole circumference of it, as her head moved downward to force the entire shaft into her throat.
Don's loins were afire. He sat paralyzed by lust, watching the top of the young girl's head while her full lips engulfed the pulsing rod of his prick, sucking it deep into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. A startling crescendo of sensations whipped through him as he felt his stepdaughter's warm, saliva-filled cheeks surrounding his rampant cock. He saw her adjusting herself, swinging her body about so that she was lying flat out on the bed. Then she knelt up a little, and Rick placed himself behind her.
When she apparently felt she was in a good position, she pulled her head upward so that only the smooth rubbery head of her stepfather's cock was within the confines of her lips. Then suddenly she was bobbing her head back down, her tongue licking wildly all the way, beginning to suck… suck like Don thought an angel might suck… upon his rock-hard cock!
Her young plush buttocks were wavering behind her, and Rick was poised and waiting there, his erect penis in his hands. As if on some hidden signal, he moved forward, slipping his rod into the widespread orifice of his sister's pink-red pussy, his young cock speeding upward, pushing forward with a joyful motion, racing all the way to the end of her deep, now widely expanded cuntal channel.
Don winced as Rick's belly slapped against MaryAnn's bottom forcing her open mouth hard down onto his engorged flesh. Garbled noises came from her throat as she gagged on its mass then wondrously, she was taking it all in, sucking first soft, then long and hard. He felt that when she had finished with him there would be nothing left… nothing at all. He was being sucked completely dry by his little stepdaughter, while her brother screwed into her from behind! With a cry of complete surrender to her… to them both, he grabbed her head in his sweating, trembling palms, feeling her silken hair slide beneath his fingers. He was acutely aware of the turmoil in her loins as his new daughter pushed her soft white buttocks backward to meet the advances of her brother's penis. His hard boy's cock was ramming up, making a wet sluicing noise to match that of his sister's mouth on Don's turgid rod. Rick's features were distorted, his lips pulled back in an unconscious grin that gave his entire face an obscene expression that clearly portrayed his inner emotions.
Then, impossibly, just as Don was at the point of cumming… that crucial moment before the moment… she stopped. Her head bobbed upward, and supporting herself on her hands, she arched her neck backward, still receiving the buffeting blows into her flaring young cunt.
He tried to push her head back down onto his straining cock where it stood high and dry, suspended in mid-air… but she was faster than he. Motioning to her brother behind her, she quickly slipped away from both of them; only to lie spread-eagled on the floor before them. Don was peering directly into the streaming orifice that had already that week afforded him so many delights. Abruptly, he moved to mount her, kneeling down on the floor between her long, lithe young legs. He knew that he was no longer in control of himself, but he just didn't care. He was aware that Rick was watching him, and that his big cock would be following MaryAnn's brother's in the heavenly baby cunt that lay before him!
"No… not yet!" MaryAnn cried out, her voice loud and imperious. "You must promise… first you must promise!"
"God, child! Anything… But I've got to… got to…"
A voice behind him whispered, "I want to fuck Mom!" Much later he recalled that the words had made little impression upon him. He heard himself replying, "anything… anything at all!" And his fate sealed, he felt a strong push from behind, and MaryAnn's slender white arms were raising to him, pulling him forward, his cock was gracing the damp precious furrow between her legs. Incredibly, the silken shaft was spreading to receive the throbbing head of his lust-hardened cock, her hair-lined young pussy was straining at his size, but making it!
The sensation of entering her was so acutely pleasurable that it made him want to cry! But in the remote areas of his mind something was turning over the odd proposition to which he had just agreed. But all depravities had come into the realm of possibility now… anything was possible. He felt two hands massaging his hanging testicles as he reached the final squeezing depths of his stepdaughter's quivering little cunt, and knew they were Rick's.
"Jesus!" he thought, "what a perverted pair!" And yet his body was consumed by hot waves of lust. As if by entering that room he had entered hell itself. He reached for the swaying mounds of MaryAnn's breasts, his stomach flat on hers, his cock filling her entirely.
"Just like that! That's how I want to fuck Mom… Just like that!"