Bob looked like an attacking tiger and Mum was the hapless mare. His muscles bulged tensely as he hunched over her and drove his dick into her pussy as though it was an avenging weapon. He bit at her neck and there were white patches wherever his fingers dug into her flesh. Air rasped through his throat and sweat poured off him as he strove to satisfy his lust in one slam-bam fuck. As for Mum, she was crying out in ecstasy and anguish. She could hardly remain upright. Her head was down on her folded arms and her ass was up in the air, but she swayed precipitously with every mighty thrust.
We all sat around in silence to watch this event, the starring bout, the main feature. It was so obvious that for Bob this was a long-nurtured dream come true. His face was twisted in an expression of total concentration, biting his tongue, pushing, panting, his long dark hair matted to his skull with sweat. It was the kind of fuck that made us all quiver with empathy. Both of them were putting their all into it, pent-up, long-suppressed passions exploding into fully fledged orgasms. It had to happen-Mum crashed to the floor but Bob rode her down and continued to plow into her with unabated fervor. His mouth was wide open and biting into her neck not far from the jugular but it didn't seem to bother Mum. She just kept on bucking under him, gibbering and flailing her arms on the floor. Only when he was on the verge of blowing did she collect herself a little, just enough to reach back and hold his ass down tight to make sure his sperm would hit the mark.
A primitive roar rose from his belly as he fucked harder to deliver his load, and he kept yelling till his motions had subsided to a mere twitching. Then silence fell over the room. Mum lay crushed under his weight, crying and laughing softly. Bob appeared to be asleep.
“That was very romantic,” Aunt Liz said with a stab at irony. “Now come on you two, stop playing dead and let's get some talking done.”
“Yes, yes,” Mum sighed. It took her a while to get around to budging. When Bob wouldn't get off her she rolled him off and tiredly got to her feet. “Yes,” she repeated, “I suppose it is time to get some talking done.”
At first I thought it was very uncouth of Aunt Liz to disturb their post-coital bliss that way. But then, as I thought about it some more, I realized she was trying to lance the situation, to let out the oedipal seriousness of it all. And it worked. Before long Mum and Bob were seated with some distance between them, both of them smoking casually, acting as though theirs had been just another affair.
“Since this doesn't appertain to you two, would you mind fixing us a pot of coffee, please?” Harry and Carl nodded and left the room. Aunt Liz turned to us and began to speak quickly: “We've got to see our situation for what it is. If we can persuade your uptight husband and his daughter to join in with our merriments, there'll be an end to all the little problems we've had. If we fail to induce them to drop their defenses, could we overcome them by force of numbers? I personally don't think so. Not unless you want them to stop loving you.
Therefore we must formulate a plan of attack. Somehow they must be relaxed, put at ease, lulled into a false sense of security and then-BAM! Right in the pants! The question is: how do we do it?”
“Rape?” said Bob facetiously. “That's all that'll get to Nora, I can tell yon that.”
“No, no,” said Mum, “we must be subtle about this. We could get them drunk and take advantage of them.”
“The point is: would they remember it the following day,” said Aunt Liz. “I'm afraid none of these ideas is worth a cracker. What about you, Kathy, you're looking very thoughtful there.”
“I am thoughtful, actually,” I said. “I figured that, since they're afraid to go into new areas of experience they will resist all but the most overpowering kind of persuasion. You see, when I didn't know any better I had to be coerced into doing that which I really wanted to do. At school it was called initiation.” I told them about the whole process, including the promise exacted from the victim to lay absolutely still. They listened with great interest. “In unity lies strength,” I concluded. “If we catch them off-guard and all work them over they won't be able to resist-and before you know it they'll have forgotten all about their hang-ups.”
“It sounds splendid to me,” said Aunt Liz, and Mum nodded emphatically.
“I'll go along with that,” said Bob. “I only have one question. What about Elaine?”
“We'll include her but we must try to get her to sample the other side of sex,” I said.
After more deliberation we decided our plan was as refined as it would ever be. We dressed, Mum and Aunt Liz paid Carl and Harry, and we set off in our respective cars to spend the rest of the day doing what we'd originally planned to do. Bob and I ended up doing very little of anything. With the sexual extravaganza in store for us, we thought it prudent to save our energies, especially Bob who'd been quite reckless with his. “You'll never know how I felt when I walked into that room and saw all you guys fucking and Mum naked,” he said with a wry grin as we drove along the freeway. “I mean, I'd only come back to see if you were alright and wow! I found a sexual smorgasbord instead!”
“How long have you lusted after Mum?” I asked him.
“I never knew that I had any feelings for her at all,” he shrugged. “But when I saw her there everything just went crazy inside of me. And then she got down on her hands and knees and poked her ass up at me, and that was it. I was out of my clothes in a flash and the next thing I knew I was coming into her like I'd sprung a leak! You should have seen her, Kathy, sitting in that position, looking back at me with a coy expression in her eyes-God she looked beautiful to me! Just thinking about her is making me horny.”
“Save it for where it'll do the most good,” I suggested.
“Yeah, right.” He swung the car off the freeway and headed for the lake. “A swim will take the lead out of my pencil.”
“Like it did the last time?”
He just grinned and kept driving. We managed to restrain ourselves with difficulty at the lake. Several times I began to blow him, only to stop halfway and then we had to dive back into the cool waters to let him calm down. If it hadn't been for such a good cause we could never have done it.
Dad came home tipsy. He didn't even bother to eat his dinner, just went right up to bed and crashed. That left us conspirators in the living room with Nora, and Harold who was over for dinner that evening.
Harold looked as silly and ineffectual as ever. Obviously Nora had not put out for him and never would. She found it difficult to talk to Bob and I, and devoted an exaggerated amount of energy to her conversation with Elaine. The rest of us hung back to wait for Harold to go home. He had no part in our plans. Only Harold didn't know we had plans. I could see Aunt Liz growing impatient with this temporary stalemate.
“Are you still going to school, Harold?” she asked suddenly.
“Yes, to graduate school,” he replied. “And don't they give you homework to do at that place?”
“Homework?” He smiled superciliously and shook his head. “No, once you leave high school that becomes a thing of the past.”
“How unfortunate,” said Aunt Liz with a cutting edge to her voice. “I did so want you to go home now and I have to be rude about asking you.”
Harold turned to Nora and she turned on us: “Aunt Liz, please!” she cried. “Harold is my friend and he's here on my behalf. I don't know why you'd want to be rude to him but I do know who put you up to it.” Bob and I were treated to accusing glances.
“She didn't mean to be rude,” Mum said soothingly. “What she wanted to say was that we're about to have a family meeting and Harold would only be bored by that.”
“Ah,” said Harold, taking the cue while he had one, “in that case I'll take my leave.”
Nora was still angry with Aunt Liz when she came back from seeing Harold out. But before she could say anything, Mum intervened once more: “We have a problem, Nora, and we want you to help us with it I know this cuts into your time but it's too pressing to delay. I'm sure you understand.” And Nora, in spite of her bad mood, nodded and said she'd like to help.
“Well, it's a woman's matter but Bob's one of the family so he won't mind hearing this. We figured that you, having been to so many feminist meetings, would know all about those examinations you can perform on yourself for cancer of the cervix. Could you show us how it's done?”
“Oh sure,” said Nora, her face breaking into a broad smile. “I'd be glad to. I'll just get the things I need.” She came back soon after with rubber gloves, a mirror, and a torch, and proceeded to take her jeans off. She wore no panties underneath, which surprised me. Then she lay on the couch and rested one of her legs over the back, the other by the side of it. “There's really nothing to it,” she said as she pulled the gloves on and cleaned the surface of the mirror. “The only professional piece of equipment you need is a speculum like this one.” She took it out of a plastic bag and inserted it into her hairy pussy. “It feels rather nice and it holds open the walls of your vagina and the cervix, so that all you have to do to look inside is to throw some light on the subject and check it out in the mirror.”
We bent over to look. Elaine was particularly curious and stared up into the lit vagina with all the avid-ness of a bull dyke. Mum looked at her strangely for a moment, shook her head, and turned her attention to Nora: “And breast cancer, how can that be found?” she asked.
“Oh, that's very easy.” Nora lifted up slightly and slipped out of her shirt. She looked very fetching in that position, with the speculum sticking out of her open pussy and her full breasts on display. All of us crowded around her and watched as she began to squeeze her tits. “You just squeeze and tap to see if there are any lumps in the flesh,” she said. The lecture went on for some time, with Nora squeezing and tapping and talking about the feminist ramifications of medical self-help which interested no one. I moved down to check the speculum out and the more I looked at it the more it resembled a tool of pleasure rather than one of medicine to me. I wondered if it could not stir Nora up. It stirred me up just to look at it, but then everything like that did. The nozzle of my douche bag, gynecological examinations, rough towels, toilet paper-and surely Nora wasn't constitutionally different from me?
I took the implement by the tip and moved it around just a little, not enough to alarm Nora. She was lecturing to her heart's content, and Mum and Aunt Liz were squeezing her tit to double-check. I became a bit bolder, moving the instrument in and out, slowly finding the right beat, and then maintaining it. Nora became less comfortable but she was still too busy to take any notice of what I was doing.
Elaine stood next to me and watched with wide open eyes, leaning over to shine the flash light up her. It seemed to intrigue her greatly. Suddenly she dropped the flashlight and took off her clothes. “Let me see myself,” she whispered, lying back on the floor and holding her hand out to me to get the speculum. I had to make a quick switch. While Nora was too occupied to notice what I was doing, I whipped the speculum out of her cunt and inserted my index finger instead. Elaine was soon absorbed by the interior panorama of her cunt. Not long after she dropped the flashlight and the mirror and put the speculum to its other use.
“I must check my tits,” said Aunt Liz. “This is so exciting, Nora, learning all this stuff. What did you say I had to do to myself?”
“You-have to palpate your breasts,” said Nora. She still didn't see that I had my finger up her to the knuckle. And while she didn't see it, I was more than happy to kneel down beside the couch and keep on shoving my finger up that wet, smooth cave, in and out, the ball of my thumb pressing against her labia just where her clitoris was in hiding.
“Palpate,” said Aunt Liz, nodding at Mum with all the glee of a newly enlightened one. “Let's see if I can do that.” She let her dress fall to the floor, took off her bra, and then, as if it was necessary, she slipped out of her panties too. With both hands squeezing her big tits she leaned down over Nora and asked: “Like this, honey?”
“That's right.”
“I'd better try that out, too,” said Mum, and stripped to the buff too. At this point Nora started to smell a plot. She began to look around the room and noticed that Bob was naked and perched on the back of the chair behind her, slowly tugging at his erect cock. She noticed that Elaine lay on the floor with the speculum going in and out of her downy little cunt. And she couldn't help notice that Mum and Aunt Liz were towering over her, naked, their big tits dangling inches above her face. I was the only one still dressed-but I had my finger up her cunt.
“What's going on here?” she asked bewilderedly, looking at Mum. “Are you sure you only wanted to know about self-examinations?”
“Just relax, darling,” said Mum. Nora couldn't. But just as she was about to get up, all of the stimulating I'd done backed up on her, and a wave of pleasure seemed to strike her down. As one Mum and Aunt Liz pounced on her from either side of the couch. A tit each was their due. They bent over and began to suck on her nipples with the expertise of women who knew what it is to be loved thoroughly. Nora couldn't resist. I added a finger to my sticky index and then another, stretching her cunt and making it wet very quickly.
Even Elaine joined in. She laid the speculum aside for later on. Since Mum and Aunt Liz occupied Nora's tits and I hogged her cunt, Elaine did the sensible thing and took her older sister's feet. As soon as the little girl closed her hands around Nora's feet and started to suck on her big toe, an amazing transformation came over Nora. Before that moment she'd been tepidly responding to the multitude of caresses. After it she became a regular wanton, groaning and begging for more! None of us could believe it but there was the evidence right before our eyes. Nora had been broken.
“Don't stop!” she cried, her body pulsating beneath our hands and mouth. “Oh, Elaine, that feels so nice, give it to me more, take it all into your mouth. Oh Jesus, that's beautiful!” Elaine was as stunned as we were but it took her no time to catch on to Nora's needs. She sucked at all of her toes in turn, spiraling her tongue about them and working the tip in between, running back and forth till Nora had been reduced to a quivering organism of ecstasy. And then, partly inspired, partly driven, the slender, elegant young girl stood up and carefully lowered her cunt over Nora's left big toe. That did it. Hoarse yells announced a wild chain of orgasms, all of her savings going up in one fine binge. And right in the middle of this, Bob bounded off his chair and sprang on top of his older sister, a tiger once more.
His cock slipped up her as though her cunt had sucked it in. Nora wrapped herself around him and jolted her loins against his, suddenly insatiable. Aunt Liz, Mum, and I had been pushed out of the way and now had nothing to do but watch Bob and Elaine take Nora up the various stairways to heaven. Perhaps this was the time to start work on Elaine. I motioned Mum and Aunt Liz to follow my lead, and snuck up behind Elaine. She was on her knees, her arms resting on the couch as she plied Nora's toes with the best. I lay on my back and began to finger her chubby little cunt, Aunt Liz squeezed her titless nipples, and Mum, in a surprise move, managed to offer her big cunt to Elaine. She promptly pressed her face hard against and began to eat it like a pig with a trough full of truffles. This wasn't doing Elaine's lesbian leanings much good, but it was only the first phase of the plan.
By the time Nora reached a definitive climax, Elaine was so hot and bothered that she didn't know where she was. She still sucked at her sister's toes and she still licked Mum's cunt, but I doubted that she had any control over her behaviour anymore. Large drops of pale fluid fell on my chin and chest, dripping down from her little cunt. Her lithe loins broke out in staccato bursts now and then. And after some time of this one of her hands reached back and began to finger herself. She was desperate.
Bob was resting on top of Nora, getting his breath back before beginning the second round. He looked up with glazed eyes when Mum tugged at his arm. She hissed something at him and he became alert at once. He dismounted and walked around to Elaine, seizing her waist with both hands, and then brought her ass up to the level of his throbbing, oily cock. The big dagger sank an inch or so into Elaine's virgin cunt and stopped. He drew back and tried again. She put up a stubborn if unwitting resistance. Bob worked his knob around the entrance briefly, then thrust down again. This time it slid inside up to the hairy hilt of his outsized cock. And. Elaine responded with a loud cry of pain, a cry that soared up high, then broke into a sob. Bob kept right on going. He knew what virgins wanted, this time around.
While he fucked her I got out of my clothes and joined Mum and Aunt Liz in titillating Nora to within an inch of another climax. Nora had surrendered completely now. Anything and everything that happened on or in her was alright with her. And so we tickled and stroked, licked and sucked, all taking turns at her deliciously sapid snatch, her firm, springy tits, all of us egged on by Elaine's silvery cries.
Bob did his best to fuck Elaine into a state of self-forgetfulness, but the edge had been worn off his lust. When he blew he left her edgy and restless. Aunt Liz and Mum saw the problem right away. They took her aside, sitting her down on the couch, and got on either side of her to begin masturbating her quickly and expertly to bring her undone in no time at all Elaine heaved a deep sigh of relief and leaned against her mother's shoulder. It was then, while resting against the bare shoulder, that it hit her-that her mother had actually encouraged her to fuck and had even gone so far as to finger her! She asked uncertainly if Mum was alright. Mum replied she'd never felt better. And Elaine, always somewhat phlegmatic in her quest for truth, nodded pensively for a minute or so before dismissing the matter.
“And now,” said Mum, pointing upstairs, “for the final phase. It's Daddy's turn to be surprised.”
“The initiation technique?” asked Bob.
“That's the one,” said Mum. “You take a breather, we women will take care of this.”
We trooped up the stairs, flushed with victory. Elaine's lesbian tendency had been little more than virgin fear. And Nora's sensitive toes had unlocked her… heart? Well, whatever it was, she was one of us now. Five women headed for the dark bedroom where Dad lay sleeping off a mild drunk. We paused before the door, squared our shoulders, and opened it silently. Soft snoring reached our ears. When our eyes were used to the dark we tiptoed inside and surrounded the bed. Since I was the object of his affections, Mum signalled for me to lead the attack.
I crawled under the blankets at the foot end of the bed and headed carefully up between his legs. He had his pajamas on, striped ones more than likely, just like the ones he'd worn ten years earlier. Now I got the picture! Jolted by this sudden association, I saw myself then, a title girl with her dark hair tied back in a nigh, short pony tail, riding along her father's dick with relish-yes, I could even feel that abrasive, intensely pleasurable sensation along the groove of my cunt! Striped pajamas, I had the whole picture now. And, just as it had been then, his dick lolled outside of the loose fly.
He was fast asleep, so much so that he didn't even stir when I closed my fist around his thick, soft dick. Regular snores echoed through the room, interspersed only by fragments of words. Daddy had had little practice as a drinker, that's why it killed him to go on his binges. I was glad of it. My lips closed around the knob of his dick, then slid down further till all of his squat limpness lay in my mouth, and still he hadn't moved.
I took my time about getting him hard. The cock tasted fine, and the occasional pulses reverberated through my body, stirring up my faculties from top to bottom. The pulses increased to little jumps, each jump adding stiffness and volume to the member. And then it just swelled up like a balloon, getting bigger and bigger till I thought it would burst! It cost me a real effort to contain all that hot meat, but the memory of my childhood experience had made me all the more determined to bring Daddy over to our side. How would it be if I could come in every Sunday morning with the papers and sit on his dick, rubbing it till it ejaculated its cream? I shivered and set to work. It would sure beat the hell out of going back to boarding school!
Someone removed the covers from the bed, just in time to see me pull the old throat trick on Daddy. His cock had disappeared into my mouth and I could hear the others gasp with admiration. The bed moved as Aunt Liz got on board and squatted over Dad's face so he'd be able to have a bite to eat when he woke up. Elaine and Nora straddled his shins and rubbed their boxes along the ridges of bone in time, all this under Mum's direction. Her work done, Mum turned on one of the small lamps and made herself comfortable in a nearby chair, caressing her cunt softly while waiting for Dad to come to.
The man continued to snore. I did everything to wake him up but it seemed impossible. Tongue, lips, teeth, heavy sucking and fondling-it was no use. I looked at Mum who could only shrug her shoulders. Was the plan going to fail at this juncture? Nora and Elaine rubbed harder, Aunt Liz just about smothered him with her cunt Still nothing. In desperation I got up and planted my cunt over his cock. It sank deep into my fleshy well, and, as the new delight shuddered through me, I let out a quavering cry and dug my fingernails into his flesh. At least if our plan wasn't going to work, I'd get a good fuck out of it.
Up and down in slow time, making every stroke count for two by changing the angles of entry, amusing and abusing myself for all I was worth. My mind began to give way as passion took over. The others were forgotten. Aunt Liz's fulsome, naked body before me became an abstract blur. My eyes grew fuzzy. That big strong dork seemed to penetrate through to the entrance to my womb! Why wouldn't he wake up and enjoy himself? “Wake up, Daddy!” I cried, bending over and ramming my loins angrily down over his dick. “Please wake up!” The others picked up the cry but I couldn't go on. All I wanted to do was to keep on fucking, even if Dad was an inert as a dildo.
And then, somehow, he was on top of me. I felt his hairy chest chafe against my tits, his dead weight pushing me down into the mattress, his long cock pumping into me with terrific force-he was fucking me at last! But what had happened to the others? I looked around and saw them sitting on the bed with us, stroking Daddy or each other, smiling encouragement at me.
Our plan had worked! Daddy would never be able to go back to being the prig, not with so many witnesses present! A wave of jubilation swept through me, taking me even higher than Daddy's deft cocksmanship. We had won! We had won! Daddy kept on fucking me, making love in the style of a man of the world, and Mum watched with a curious expression on her face. On the one hand she was happy, on the other she was unhappy to see her slip of a daughter turning on her rightful husband. But if I knew Mum she'd be sure to restore the balance once the novelty had worn off.
It would be alright, I knew it would be! And so, with the last of my cares laid to rest, I abandoned my self to Daddy, letting the family phallus penetrate the deepest recesses of my body; and in my mind perhaps the last untouched part of me, I said good-bye to boarding school.