Sean Harrison is a middle-aged man of almost fifty years old. He owns his own company, manufacturing plastic handles for kitchen ware. It is a small company employing only five men and two women. Yet he earns a good deal of money, and of late has been thinking of expanding into the production of toys for preteen children. He is balding with gray streaking the remaining amount of hair.
His wife, Joan, was a pretty woman who never seemed to require a diet. She dresses in the lastest fashions, giving no thought to money spent. Now in her early forties, she has lost her interest in sex. She does not actually deny her husband access to her body, but before their entrance into an incestuous relationship with their daughter, she would have all sorts of excuses to keep him at his distance. Things changed quickly once their daughter, Pamie, was brought into things.
Pamie is a lovely young girl of seventeen. She is quite popular in the high school she attends, and is constantly fighting off the eager hands of her dates. She has been compared in looks to the movie star, Raquel Welch, on many occasions.
The telegram told of the serious illness of Joan's mother, and she had to rush out of town quickly. She dreaded to leave – especially at this time – because her daughter's birthday had been planned, and many preparations were still to be made. Now, the party had been called off. Although Pamie understood the reason her mother had to leave and did not begrudge this, she was extremely disappointed at not having a party for her seventeenth birthday.
"Listen, pet," her father told her after they had seen her mother off at the airport. "You and I will celebrate together, how's that?"
"Oh, would you, Daddy?" Pamie said eagerly, hugging his arm tightly as they drove home. "That would be wonderful."
"Sure thing, pet," he smiled down at the lovely girl. "But I have to go back to the plant for a few hours. Tell you what… you take some money and go buy a nice dress… go to the beauty parlor and get dolled up. I'll be home no later than seven and we'll do the town."
With bubbling anticipation, Pamie made an appointment with the hairdresser and then went shopping. Pamie had always worn her auburn hair straight, but now she decided to have it waved, improving on the resemblance to the movie star.
That evening in her bedroom, she began dressing for her "date" with her father. She was so happy at the prospect of being with him – like a real date with a grown man – she chose her finest and frilliest clothing.
The tiny panties she slipped over her curving hips were almost non-existent, almost like a fog mist that concealed her lush pubic mound. She was unable to halter her swelling breast because the gown she had purchased was cut very low – daringly so. The skirt was full, hanging to her knees. She peered at herself in the full length mirror, and almost decided not to wear the gown because of the amount of cleavage she exposed.
"Honey! I'm home," she heard her father call from the living room. "Ready to go?"
Once more she glanced into the mirror, wondering if her father would be mad at the grown-up way she looked in the dress. No, she thought. Tonight I'm seventeen… and I am grown up! Giggling happily, she went into the living room to greet her father.
"Hey now!" he said softly, looking at his beautiful daughter appreciatively. "I didn't realize you were such a beauty, Pamie."
Flushing from the praise, she lowered her eyes shyly, holding her hands before her as he stared at her. With a drink in his hand, Sean toasted her and took a quick sip. "Turn around, pet, let me get a good look at you."
"Is… is it alright, Daddy?" she asked hesitantly. "The dress… is it alright for me?"
"Baby," he said with a wide smile, "It's the perfect dress for you! Turn around," he repeated. "Let me see you."
No longer worried about the low cleavage, Pamie twirled happily for him. The skirt swirled up, higher and higher as she turned. Sean was granted a better look at her than he had bargained for. His eyes bugged as the skirt flew about her waist, and the wisp of panties did nothing to conceal the dark shadow of her pubic triangle and the firm, rounded buttocks she innocently exposed.
Although Pamie was unaware of her exposure, her father was extremely aware of it. He felt the stirrings of sexual desire in his groin, and he turned from her quickly, gulping the last of his drink.
"I'm ready, Mister Harrison," Pamie said sweetly, still unknowing of the passion she had created in her father.
"Then," he choked down his lust with difficulty, "Let us go, Miss Harrison."
She took his arm and Sean led his daughter to the waiting car. He opened the door for her with a flourish, and giggling, Pamie slid into the seat. As she did so, a wide expanse of her smooth, creamy thigh became exposed as the skirt rode high. Troubled, Sean slammed the door and walked around the car. Settling himself beneath the wheel, he started the engine. "I've made reservations at the best place in town. Nothing is too good for my girl – not on her birthday!"
"Oh, I'm so happy!" she cried, sliding over on the seat to be near him. She was unaware of the tremble in his body as her left thigh pressed against his. "It's like a real date, Daddy! Only with a man, this time."
"You mean your boyfriends aren't men?" he teased, trying to rid himself of the passion that continued to rumble in his groin.
"They're just children!" Pamie said, tossing her auburn hair scornfully. "All they know is a hamburger and Coke, or a drive-in movie."
With car in motion now, Sean chuckled at his daughter's pretended adult ways. He listened to her excited chatter as they drove across town to the expensive restaurant. He listened, but his mind wasn't on what she was saying. The image of her wispy panties below the swirling skirt; the expanse of smooth thigh-flesh, burned in his brain. His penis was semi-erect by the time he pulled the car into the parking area, refusing the attendant permission to park the car. Turning off the motor, he turned toward his chattering daughter.
"I have a bottle in the compartment, pet," he said. "Hand it to me, will you please?"
Obediently, Pamie opened the glove compartment and pulled out a half pint of bourbon. Handing it to him, she said, "I didn't know you kept whiskey in the car, Daddy. Does Mother know about this?"
"Hey now," he said, patting her on the knee, and quickly jerked his hand away. He didn't know if it was simply his imagination or not, but he was certain she had pressed the knee against him harder. "A man's got to have some secrets, doesn't he? Besides, your mother is too occupied with other things to concern herself with what I do."
Pamie watched him twist the cap from the neck of the bottle and take a long pull at the amber liquid. Holding the bottle, he looked quizzically at his daughter for a long moment. Then, making up his mind, he offered the bottle to her. "Here, you might as well celebrate right. Have a drink."
Pamie took the bottle, holding it up and peering doubtfully at the contents. "I don't know, Daddy," she said. "I've never drank this stuff before."
"Oh, go ahead," he urged. "It isn't everyday a lovely girl becomes seventeen, is it? Go on, it won't hurt you."
Slowly Pamie brought the neck of the bottle to her lips. She tilted it and tasted the fiery liquid gush into her mouth. It burned her throat as it rolled past, causing tears to come into her large eyes. Gasping, she handed it back to him. "That's terrible stuff, Daddy!" she wheezed, patting her breasts in an effort to halt the burning sensation. "How can you drink it?"
Sean chuckled and capped the bottle. Pamie replaced it in the glove compartment and they continued toward the restaurant. Before they were half way there, Pamie felt the whiskey explode inside her stomach. Immediately a warm glow enveloped her and she felt better.
Sean had made reservations for a booth in the rear of the restaurant, and Pamie ordered a large steak. "How about a large bottle of champagne," Sean said to the wine waiter. "My daughter is celebrating tonight."
"Of course, sir," the waiter said and moved off.
"Champagne! Oh, Daddy… should we?" Her eyes shined brightly at him in the dim room. "I mean will they serve me? Am I old enough to drink champagne?"
"Tonight, baby," he said expansively, "you're old enough to do anything you want!"
Squealing happily, Pamie hugged his arm tightly to her breasts, and immediately set up the unwanted reaction of intense desire in her father.
The steaks were devoured eagerly and hungrily, then Sean poured champagne for his daughter. He toasted her on becoming seventeen and they drank. Pamie wrinkled her nose cutely as the bubbles tickled her, and again erupted into childish giggles. Four glasses later, she was feeling warm and full of love for this wonderful father of hers who was treating her like a grown-up girl instead of a child.
Sean was drinking heavily – more than he had in a long time – and the more cozy Pamie became with him, the more he lusted for her. He began to wonder if she was aware of the teasing she was doing, and once when she pressed her thigh tight against his, he returned the pressure. This started a game between them of leg movements. First she would press at his leg, then he would do the same with her. She did not seem aware of the intense gazing her father was doing at the milky part of her swelling breasts. She was happy – happier than she could ever remember – and it was all in fun. Father and daughter had never been so close before, and they were making the most of it.
Finally the celebration ended, and they left the dimly lit restaurant. Pamie held her father's arm and skipped childishly as the champagne flowed through her veins. She glowed with youthful vitality, and when they arrived home, Sean parked the car inside the garage. The automatic lights came on soon as the door banged down. He got out of the car and automatically started toward the door leading into the house.
"You forgot me!" Pamie squealed, opening her door and slipping a slender thigh to the garage floor. In her somewhat intoxicated state, she was unaware of the exposure she presented to her father, who turned and stared at her. The wispy band of her panty-crotch was fully exposed to him, and for a long moment he stared at it, his penis growing into stiff erection. Pamie waited, looking at him, and suddenly she noticed the bulging object inside his pants. Her eyes widened as she looked back at him; father looking at her open crotch, she staring at the throbbing erection. Electrical sparks seemed to flicker from one to the other, and Pamie was the first to recover. A flush tinged her smooth cheeks as she realized at last what was causing his erection. Quickly she slid her other leg from the car and father and daughter walked into the house without speaking.
Sean went directly to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a stiff drink. Pamie watched him gulp it down swiftly, then pour another. "Can…" she said in a stilted voice, "May I have one… Daddy?"
With a strained voice, Sean turned to his daughter. He saw the loveliness of her face, the rounded, swelling contours of her slender body. "Why not, baby?"
Pamie sipped the drink he mixed for her, then flopped down onto the couch. "I didn't want it to end," she said sadly.
"What?" he turned to face his daughter. "What was that, baby?"
"I hate for it to end, Daddy," she said, enjoying the soft glow that filled her body.
"Okay," he said, moving to the stereo, "it won't end yet. You and I will have a dance or two, how's that?"
The sadness left her pretty face, and she quickly stood up. The soft music filled the room as she drifted into her father's arms. Pressing tightly against him, they moved about the room in a dreamy waltz. "A little different from what you kids call dancing today, isn't it?"
Pamie sighed and lifted her head from his wide chest to look up at his face. "Yes… but this is nice, Daddy." Then she snuggled up against him again, feeling his thigh work between hers as they slowly moved around the room. She was aware of the pressure of his groin of the throbbing coming from his genitals. She was also aware now that it was her that caused this erection. She did not dwell on the moral aspects of this she simply relaxed and enjoyed the dance and the pressure of his body against hers. She began to feel the warming tremors of her own sensual being come into play, and almost of its own volition, her hips pressed back to him. The huge organ of her father shoved tight against her stomach, and Pamie felt a shiver of delicious sensation race up and down her spine.
Finally Sean pulled from his daughter. Holding her about the waist, he leaned his upper torso from hers, looking down into her eyes. She stared back at him, and he could see the questioning expression in her face. "Time to go to bed, baby," he said huskily.
Pamie dropped her hands from his waist and turned reluctantly toward the hallway. At the door, she paused and looked over her shoulder at him, an expectant look on her face. She saw him turn from her and go to the bar once more. Sighing, Pamie went to her bedroom. There, she removed her new gown with care, draping it over a chair for the night. The tiny panties fell to the floor, discarded by the trembling girl. She pulled a nylon gown from her dresser and slipped it over her head. The gown was sheer, and fell to the bottom of her sensuous hips. Flicking off her night lamp, Pamie crawled into her bed, pulling the sheet over her. She stared up at the dim shadows on the ceiling, sighing for something she knew was wrong.
For a long time she lay there, eyes wide open and sleep eluding her as the thoughts flowed in her mind. She knew what was wrong, but she dared not put it in voice. Her naked buttocks writhed on the bed, and she found she wanted something more than any of her boyfriends had ever been permitted to do. Her nipples swelled and brushed across the nylon fabric of her short gown harshly. She could feel her vagina pulsating and becoming moist with desire, and the more the lewd thoughts flamed inside her brain, the more she squirmed her buttocks against the bed sheets. Oh God, her mind moaned. I can't… not that! It's wrong… so wrong…
Pamie did not know how long she lay there before she heard the noise. It wasn't a loud sound – hardly a whisper. She turned to face her bedroom door and peered into the dimness, her eyes widening a little as the tall form took shape as the door opened. Without a word of greeting – or explanation, Sean moved into his daughter's room. The man stopped at the edge of the bed, looking down at the sheet outlining the lithe form of his daughter.
She felt the bed sag as his body sat down next to her. She started trembling when he leaned down, his face close to hers. Her breasts rose and fell with anticipation, and as his lips pressed down against the moist petals she puckered for him, a tremendous tremor shocked her. Knowing what he wanted – why he was there in her room – Pamie's arms lifted of their own volition to wrap around his neck. Hugging him tightly, she returned the kiss. She was not surprised to feel his wet tongue lick along her lips, then pressure into her mouth. She began to suck on the oral appendage, playfully teasing it with her own tongue as the kiss became more intense.
"D-da… Daddy…" she whimpered.
"Shhhh, baby," Sean caressed the auburn hair fanned out around her head. "It's all right… everything's going to be all right…"
Pamie closed her eyes, waiting, ready…
Sean quickly stripped his pajamas away and lay down next to her. He cupped a swiftly heaving breast in one hand, gently rolling the nipple about in his warm palm. Pamie sighed and lay still. Sean was now kissing the smooth cheek of her face, tenderly licking at the delicate flesh; her eyes, her nose, her lips and chin. He sucked gently at her neck as his hand moved from one firm, swelling breast to the other, tweaking the erect and throbbing nipples with forefinger and thumb. As his hands moved about her body, Pamie felt her father press against her hip and thigh. She knew he was again erect because she could easily feel the heat and pulsations coming from the immense organ jutting from between his thighs. The closeness thrilled her, caused her body to flare with heat.
Sean moved his hand down the flat plane of her stomach, feeling the small muscles quiver beneath the nylon gown. Lower… lower… and then – and then she caught her breath as his fingers lay lightly on her pubic mound. Wanting to move – to respond to the gentle pressure he was now applying to her mound, she was afraid to do anything that would stop this incestuous caress.
She could hear his breathing coming in short, quick gasps as he caressed her, his fingers moving delicately over the slightly rounded hump of her genitals. With feminine intuition, Pamie knew that no matter what she did now, nothing would stop her father… unless it was outright refusal, and then she wasn't very sure that would work. His incessant lips were still tracing a hungry line about her shell-like ear, and she was shivering now as the sensation of passion flowed like boiling lava throughout her body. Pamie began to squirm beneath his hand, her tight buttocks moving in small circular motions on the bed. She was half moaning, half sighing as his fingers slipped up and, down the sensitive lips of her vagina. Then she felt his fingers lifting the gown, raising it above the fringe of pubic hair. The warm contact of his forefinger against the naked flesh of her vaginal lips sent an electrical impulse to her brain. It was as if a master switch had been thrown, setting into motion all her sensual being.
"Ooooohhhh… ooooohhhh…" she moaned, writhing her hips under his feeling fingers. She twisted sideways toward him, her arms going about his neck as she pulled her body tightly against him, molding her smaller frame to his larger one. Her pelvis pressed hard against the thick, rock-hard organ that swelled up toward his stomach. "Daddy… Oh, God, Daddy! Daddy… Daddy…"
"Hush, baby," he whispered hoarsely, his hand moving over her hip, lifting the gown further until it was bunched at her waist. "Don't talk. Don't say anything…"
"Aaaahhh…" she sighed as his hand slid over the swell of one luscious buttock, then pulling her groin tighter yet against his throbbing member. He cupped the delicious swell of her naked bottom and moved his palm up and down it, feeling the heated tremors as she shook in sensuous delight.
"Such a beautiful bottom," he whispered, his fingers tracing up and down the deep crevice from top to bottom. "Such a beautiful ass… so smooth… so lovely… so round…"
"Ooohhh, Daddy…"
"Shhhh, baby. Lie still. Let me…"
"Yes… Oh, God, yes!" she murmured, unable to obey him. She writhed against his body, her hot breath fanning his neck as she buried her face into his chest.
For a long time he caressed Pamie's bottom, feeling first one cheek then the other, tracing his fingers up and down the crack… even digging deeply into it to probe tenderly at the puckered opening of her anus. Pamie assisted him by lifting one slim thigh and placing it over his hip. Now she was fully exposed to his exploring digits, and Sean worked his fingers below her bottom and tugged gently at the tufts of hair he found framing her moist vaginal lips. Pamie was working her pelvis back and forth slowly, now and then jerking her hips in tiny gyrations of growing lust.
"Oh!" she said quickly, feeling one of his fingers slip between the moist lips of her vagina. "Oh! It… hurts, Daddy!"
Sean quickly removed his finger and pulled from her. He stared down at her face, the dim light casting shadows over her loveliness. Pamie stared back at him with wide, wondering eyes. "Baby," he said in surprise. "I didn't know… I thought…"
"It doesn't matter, Daddy," she whispered up at him.
"But it does, baby," he insisted. "It does! I'm sorry I didn't know you were still… a virgin!"
Pamie began to sob softly now, ashamed of her virginal state. She wanted so much to please her father, and now… now he was hurt by what? A thin membrane that meant nothing at all to her. "It's all right, Daddy!" She whimpered against his chest. "Please don't be mad at me."
"Mad? Oh, baby!" he hugged his sobbing daughter against his chest. "I'm not mad, baby! I'm… happy. I'm just happy you've saved yourself so long."
"But… but…" she blubbered. "You're disappointed. You wanted to… to… do something, didn't you?"
"Well, sure," he admitted. "I guess I did want to, baby. But now… well, it's best if you remain virgin."
"But I don't want to!" Pamie suddenly struggled out of his arms. She sat up and stared down at him, her eyes blazing with a fire he had never seen before. Quickly, Pamie jerked the nylon gown from her body, her swelling breasts quivering and shaking from the violent movement. "Look at me, Daddy! Am I not beautiful? Don't you desire me? Wouldn't you like to… to fuck me?" she blurted out.
Sean looked at his naked daughter, and he most certainly did desire her – and as evidence of his lust, his penis was jerking in a wild dance against his stomach. His testicles ached with need now – the need to empty into this lovely young teen-aged daughter of his.
"Well, Daddy?" Pamie said, stretching her arms behind her head, arching her pointed breasts out suggestively. She lifted her knees and tucked her heels against her buttocks, and the pose was one of delightful girl-flesh to his covetous eyes. He saw the dark strands of her pubic hair hiding the moist slit of her pink and willing vaginal canal, and his tongue licked out over dry lips. "Don't you find me desirable? You want me, don't you? I can tell you do… the way that your co… cock, is jerking around! You want to put it inside me; to fuck me! Come on, Daddy, admit! You want to fuck me!"
Sean was not shocked to hear his daughter talk to him in this manner. Instead he found it highly stimulating as he looked at her naked body. He knew she was right, yet he didn't want to deprive her of her virginity. That was a gift he wanted her to take to her husband someday, now that he found she still retained the thin barrier.
As he looked at her. Pamie reached down suddenly and wrapped her fingers about his long, thick organ. She gripped it tightly and slowly worked her fist up and down the full length. "I want you to do it, Daddy!" she hissed at him. "I want you to stick this beautiful prick inside me… inside my pussy! You hear that, Daddy? I want you to fuck me with this wonderful prick of yours! In my cunt, damn it!"
"Baby, baby…" Sean said, unable to control his emotions now. He wanted to do exactly as she so lewdly said. Yet a semblance of sanity seemed to remain deep in his burning brain. He reached for her and pulled her down on top of him, but Pamie did not relinquish her hold on the throbbing hardness of his penis. He kissed her hard, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. Her breasts flattened against his hairy chest as she groaned her lust into his mouth. With both hands he gripped the cheeks of her bottom, squeezing tight.
The kiss ended and Sean began to explain to Pamie the importance – as he thought of it – of remaining a fresh virgin for her wedding night in the future. All her arguments fell on deaf ears. Sean would not, hear of it… he refused to take away the precious thing she would give on her happiest day. "But, there's other ways, baby," he said, finding a way to break through her arguments. "We can do other things… things just as much fun… and you'll like them, too."
"All right, Daddy," she sighed, giving in to him. She knew how obstinate he was once his mind was made up. "But I so want you to fuck me!" Lifting herself from his body, she lay back, staring up at the ceiling once more. She was not as innocent as her father thought. Although her body was pure as ever, her mind was not. She had been dating for two years now, and in that length of time she had fought off many boys who wanted to take her virginity. Not a few times she had masturbated them to ejaculation, and she found her dates could be kept at bay in that manner. She allowed them freedom of her breasts, but if they ever wandered below her waist, she was quick to chastise them. It wasn't that Pamie valued her virginity all that much… she simply wanted to wait until the right time came along… and the rear seat of a car in some drive-in movie was not her idea of the right time. Now was the right time, she thought. In a comfortable bed where she could be totally naked and really throw herself into the action. Once she and a boy had attempted to rent a motel room. Unfortunately, the motel was operated by somewhat of a puritan and he had become suspicious of the young boy an… Pamie was also aware of oral relations, but had not indulged with the eager young boys who attempted persuade her. Only once had a boy ever came close to pressing his mouth against her genitals. He had become so frustrated in his desire – even after she had masturbated him – that they wound up in a wrestling match which she almost lost. Fortunately for Pamie, the boy had worked himself into such a position he was vulnerable to her counterattack. His face had been inches from her crotch, his hands tugging at her panty-band to free the orifice for his tongue. His hips were twisted toward her head, and Pamie had painfully dug her fingers, into his testicles and squeezed. The boy experienced the most severe pain possible and that was the last time he ever dated her.
Now Pamie had no desire to cause injury to the male who was slowly kissing his way clown her quivering belly. She wanted him to continue, and her husky voice encouraged him. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered thickly, "kiss me there! Kiss me between my legs… on my pussy…"
Sean's lips and tongue moved around her cute navel, probing wetly into the indentation. His hot breath burned on her flesh as his lips moved lower… lower and then she felt them at the top line of her pubic hair. Her hands moved down to caress his head, urging him lower yet. She parted her slim thighs, opening her crotch to his furious kisses. Her hips lifted, arching up the sensitive genitals that burned with hungry desire.
He was there!
She trembled and moaned loudly as she felt his lips make contact with the moist lips of her vagina. Sean parted the silky hairs with his fingers, exposing the pink flesh that pulsated so close to his face. A sweet fragrance of her young body drifted up to assault his nostrils. He breathed deeply, then with an involuntary groan, he shoved his face between her smooth inner thighs. With tongue and lips working furiously, he began to kiss and lick at the petal-like flesh, tasting the juices that she was giving forth. His hands worked past her hips to clutch at the quivering mounds of her buttocks, lifting the tender genitals to his ever-slobbering mouth. Pamie raised her legs and placed them about his head, closing them tightly about his ears. She held the back of his head in both hands, gyrating her bottom in lewd movements of insane lust.
Grinding her hair-fringed vagina into his face, she moaned, twisting her head from side to side with eyes closed, her white teeth biting into the full bottom lip painfully. "Suck me… suck me…" she crooned. "Suck my pussy, Daddy! Eat me… lick my cunt. Lick it good… kiss my snatch… make me come! God, make me come off!"
Sean's tongue probed between the sweet lips, licking with all the loving tenderness he could manage for his beautiful daughter. First one vaginal lip came under the moist caressings, then the other. Finally he clamped the glistening bud of her throbbing clitoris between his teeth and chewed lightly, his tongue fluttering across the inflamed tip of the sensitive piece of flesh.
Pamie bucked her hips wildly, grinding her vagina into his willing face with the strength of a lioness… The exquisite sensations of pleasure reached into her every fiber, and her nerves seemed raw from the need to explode into the dark abyss of lust. Her whole body seemed to scream with luscious delight. The pink nipples jutting up from the swelling mounds of her breasts seemed ready to explode, and she was certain her insides were about to be sucked from her body by the powerful suction being applied to her dripping vagina. The salacious lickings of her father were driving the young girl out of her skull. Goose bumps appeared on the smooth flesh, only to disappear and reappear as the delicious feelings of intense passion whipped throughout her naked frame.
Parting the lips with his mouth and cheek, Sean delved his tongue as far into the eager, clasping orifice as he could. He licked at the sleek sides of her vagina, striving to reach the hard knot of her cervix. He was aware of the storm of sensations he was creating in his daughter, and he wanted this mouthing to be the most sensational happening of her entire life. His tongue moved like a piston, in and out of her, now and then flickering up to taste the sweetness of her clitoris that throbbed on the tip of his nose. Wet gurgles came from his tightly pressed mouth, an obscene mixture that mingled with her loud sighs and moans.
He found himself hard put to keep his face glued between her thighs. She was gyrating and bucking her pelvis so wildly as the orgasm grew inside her lower body, he missed with his diving tongue a few times. Once, just as he was about to press the tip inside her vagina, she heaved mightily upwards, causing his tongue to dip at the puckered flesh of her clamped anus. At the unexpected contact on this portion of her body, Pamie almost went insane with explosive delight. Her vaginal lips convulsed immediately into a series of ever increasing orgasms.
"Oooohhh… aaaahhh… yeeessss…" she screamed, unable to hold in the bubbling joy that his tongue brought to her. "God… Christ, Daddy! I'm coming… coming… coming! Again oooohhh… I'm coming… again… don't stop stop… lick me… lick my pussy! Oh, God! Again again… It's… it's heaven!"
Sean brought his squirming daughter to climax after climax with his agile tongue and sucking lips. His hands gripped tightly at her writhing buttocks as he swallowed and swallowed the dripping lubrications that seeped from her vagina. Finally he lifted his head, face smeared with the moisture she had poured forth. Pamie sprawled in lewd abandon, exhausted more than any other time in her young life. She smiled laxly at him, her breasts heaving up and down in uncontrollable breathing. Small gasping sounds came from her as she tried to suck in needed air. His fingers caressed her trembling thighs as she rested.
"So beautiful, baby," he said, gazing down at the naked loveliness, the moistened hair circling her palpitating genitals. "You're so beautiful, my little baby."
Slowly, Pamie returned to normal, then said, "I'm not a baby, Daddy. Didn't I just prove that to you?"
"You'll always be my baby," he answered, fondling the smooth inner surface of her thigh near the soft pubic hair.
"But…" Pamie sat up, her breasts swaying delightfully with her movement. "But what about you, Daddy? You didn't come, did you?"
"That's all right, baby," he replied.
"No, it isn't all right," Pamie said. "Look at you. Your prick is about to burst… about to shoot off, any minute."
"Don't worry about me, darling," he said, but his voice gave the lie to his desires. "It's you that needed that."
"And you," she insisted, reaching for the weapon that cleaved the air with powerful jerks. Her fingers wrapped about the throbbing member and she began to jerk up and down on it. The head was swollen smooth, almost purple in color. "I'll do it to you, Daddy," she whispered softly. "I'll make you come off like you did me."
"I can't… ask… you to suck me, baby," he said.
"You don't have to ask me, Daddy," she smiled lewdly at him, her other hand cupping his hairy testicles as she masturbated his thick organ slowly. "I'm going to do it anyway."
Pamie squirmed her body around until she was flat on the bed, her face between his crossed thighs. She stared down at the small slit that oozed a thick, sticky fluid. Sean uncrossed his thighs and spread them out on either side of his naked daughter, leaning back on his hands. Holding the base of his hairy penis, Pamie lowered her face and kissed, the wet tip. She felt the heat of him and realized that if she didn't get on with it, she could easily wind up with a face full of his semen.
Parting her lips, she slipped them over the smooth, swollen head of his penis. The hot throb of the male member thrilled her as she accepted more of the hard shaft into her mouth. To her surprise, she found the unusual taste of his penis to her liking. She wasn't sure of her ability to take it into her mouth before, but now she gulped more of it into her oral cavity, feeling the smooth head slide over the roof of her mouth, the undersurface slipping wetly over her tongue. The head touched the rear of her mouth, at the entrance to her throat. Pamie gagged for a moment, and nausea threatened to erupt from her stomach. She choked the sensation down, determined to suck as much of his penis down into her throat as she possibly could. After all, had he not licked her almost to the point of insanity? It was the least she could do for him.
With her lips stretched tightly about the pulsating member, she began to suck up and down on it. Her tongue rode the undersurface, pressing it hard against the roof of her mouth. Every time the huge head slipped down her throat, she constricted it to make a tight sheath for him. No longer did she gag or choke but now strived to devour the full length. Slowly, she moved her face downward, experimenting with the amount she could swallow. Finally she was able to accept the total length of his penis without a strangling sensation. Pressing her face down into the wiry hairs of his pelvis, she felt his testicles on her chin. Holding there momentarily, she lifted his hairy orbs and rolled them about her chin lovingly, her mouth and throat filled to capacity with the monstrous organ. Her cheeks sunk inward as she pulled up. Then, holding just the swollen tip between her lips, she sucked hard as her tongue swirled and fluttered like a butterfly around the very end.
She could hear the sighs of contentment coming from her father as she sucked and licked at the jerking penis. And with those sounds, she renewed her moist efforts to bring forth his ejaculation with her mouth, tongue and lips. A small squirt of his semen shot forth into her mouth. Stopping her sucking momentarily, she rolled the glob of thick stuff about in her mouth, tasting it, trying to analyze her feelings. She found it was not distasteful, and then swallowed it. Once more she slowly bobbed her mouth up and down on the palpitating organ, taking all of it into the warm cavern of her oral cavity before coming up. Then as she found the swollen head again, she sucked at it like a fish, opening and closing her lips on it, her tongue in constant motion, swirling around and around the smooth head. She crooned from deep in her body as she sucked and licked, her head turning now and then to find better ways to give him happiness. Another spurt of semen flew from his penis, and Pamie quickly swallowed the glob. Now, realizing he was about to come off, she began to bob her head up and down swiftly, licking her tongue in frenzied effort, sucking hard. She twisted her head about on the hard flesh as a dog playing with a bone. Her reward came fast. Sean suddenly arched his hips up high, driving his penis down her throat as he began to ejaculate. Pamie's throat worked to swallow the fluid as it came boiling out like a spewing fountain. Time and again she gulped, gurgling her own pleasure as he filled her mouth to the overflow point. Dribbles of thick, white liquid escaped the tightly stretched corners of her lips, running down the shaft of his penis to coat her hand in slimy globs of semen. His testicles became slippery with the fluid, and she had trouble hanging onto the orbs. Pamie thought the juice would never stop spurting from his penis, but she retained her lip hold on him until the last dribble of sperm oozed forth. Still, she kept her lips clamped about the slowly deflating member, her tongue swiping tenderly across the tip, not wanting to lose any more of the precious stuff.
"Okay, baby," Sean mumbled with exhaustion. "You can stop now. There's no more in me."
Pamie removed her lips and patted his flaccid penis fondly, then sat up. She lifted her smeared hand to her lips and licked the fluid from her fingers. Sean watched this unusual action, wondering about his daughter now. "Have you ever sucked a boy's cock, Pamie? I mean… the way you did it, you must have experience."
"No, silly," she giggled. "You're the first one. All I've ever done in the past was jack them off."
For some reason, Sean was relieved to hear this from his daughter. He knew he was no longer in a position to criticize what she did with her boyfriends, whether she gave them blow jobs or even let them fuck her. In a single night, his relationship had taken a turn he wasn't certain he liked. His conscience bothered him for the rest of the night and he was unable to concentrate on his work at the factory.
It was two-thirty when he decided he was useless at his office. He knew Pamie would be home from school in half an hour, and he decided to meet her at home and thrash this new relationship out with her. He was afraid of the mental anguish his young daughter might be going through from the incestuous oral relations, and that was the thing he did not want to happen. His own guilt was enough of a burden for him at the present time.
"Hi, Daddy," Pamie said, surprised to see her father enter the door of their home. "Not working today?"
Silently, Sean mixed himself a drink at the bar, Sean turned to look at his lovely daughter sprawled across the couch. She stared back at him, understanding coming to her as she read the guilt in his eyes. She got to her feet and walked to him, her bare thighs flashing beneath the miniskirt. Stopping close in front of him, she smiled up into his worried face. "Are you ashamed, Daddy?" she questioned. "Don't be, please. I'm not. I liked what we did."
"Oh, Christ," Sean said, slamming his glass down on the bar. "We can't go on with it, you know?"
"Why not?" she said, frowning slightly. "You liked the way I sucked your cock, didn't you? Didn't I do it right, Daddy?"
Sean stared at his daughter with a pained expression. "That's not it, Pamie," he said. "That's not it at all."
"Daddy!" she stamped a small foot angrily, her fist on her rounded hips. She looked scornfully into his face. "Daddy! Aren't I your baby anymore?"
His face softened as he saw her anger. He loved her more than anything in the world… there was nothing he would not do for her, but this… this…
"Well, either I am or I'm not! Which is it?" she demanded.
"You are, baby," he said. "You'll always be my baby, just as I said last night."
Suddenly Pamie smiled, then giggled childishly. "I know why you came home, Daddy," she said gleefully. "You wanted me to suck your prick again… and you couldn't wait for tonight. Isn't that right?" She reached out a hand and cupped his penis and testicles beneath his pants. "Okay, Daddy. I'm sort of hungry for it again myself. Here, let's take it out."
Pamie dropped to her knees before him, her fingers fumbling eagerly at the zipper of his fly. She pulled it down, her hand darting inside the opened clothing to clutch the semi erect member. Pulling it free, she kissed the flesh of him, then rolled the warm skin about her face as she stared up at him. "I love your cock, Daddy! I love it so much!" She began smothering the growing organ with little kisses, now and then licking at the sides and lifting it up to whip her tongue along the huge vein underneath. She held it out and stuck her tongue outward, fucking into the little hole. She placed the head on the flat surface of her tongue and bounced the organ up and down childishly.
Despite his guilt feelings, Sean could not bring himself to make her stop. He gazed down at her lovely face as she played and fondled his organ, watching her eyes light up happily. He patted the top of her head with fatherly love as Pamie parted her lips and sucked his penis deeply into her mouth. She felt it grow to full hardness inside her oral cavity, then she removed it. Quickly getting to her feet, she began to remove her clothing.
"Hurry, Daddy," she urged him, letting her skirt and blouse pool at her feet. She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra straps. This article fell to the floor, and she ran her hands into the elastic waistband of her panties. Sean watched his daughter lift a slim thigh, then the other. The wisp of nylon puddled onto the top of her other clothing, and she stood in naked proudness for his hungry eyes.
Sean was lost in a fog of passion, and his trembling fingers began to work at his own clothing. Soon, he too was naked, his enormous penis waving about obscenely in the air before his hairy groin. Pamie reached for him and began to masturbate his penis with tender, loving strokes. Sean ran his arms about the naked girl and cupped her buttocks in both hands. He squeezed and kneaded the firm, resilient flesh of her bottom, thrilling to the way she worked at his organ.
"I've been thinking, Daddy," Pamie whispered against his hairy chest. "You won't fuck me, will you?"
"You know I won't, baby," he replied, digging his fingers between the cheeks of her buttocks. "But you'd like to, right?"
"Yes, I would."
"If I let a boy fuck me first, then would you do it?"
"That's not it, baby. I'd rather you didn't let some kid put his prick up your pussy… hang onto your virginity like I said."
Pamie thought about this. Her idea was shot now. There was only one other possibility left to her, and she wasn't entirely certain she would enjoy that at all.
"Well…" she said hesitantly. "We could…"
"I know." Sean understood what his daughter was about to say.
"There's two ways we can look at this, Daddy," she said, her voice low. "We can continue eating each other – me sucking you and you licking my cunt – or we can…"
"You want me to fuck you in your ass? Is that it, baby?"
"Y-Yes," her voice quivered. "I've thought about that. I know you want so much to fuck me – someplace but I'm afraid it will hurt."
"Then we won't do it, baby. I'd certainly hurt you that way."
"Would…" she stammered. "Would you be gentle with me?"
"You know I would!"
"Then," Pamie pulled her hand from his thick organ and ran toward the couch, "let's try it. If you are gentle and take it slow with me, I know I can do it, Daddy."
He watched her firm, compact buttocks as she ran toward the couch, and his senses reeled with the desire to penetrate her sweet bottom. As he watched, Pamie lay down on the cushions, pressing her breasts into the softness, her rounded buttocks swelling up deliciously in readiness. Sean walked toward his willing daughter, his penis swaying heavily from side to side. He dropped to his knees at her side, his hands moved for the smooth flesh of the deliciously enticing mound lowered his face to them and kissed each in turn, forcing her quiver in anticipation of what was going to happen. He ran his tongue out and licked at the smooth skin, tasting the sweetness of her buttocks and inhaling the exotic perfume she wore.
"You have a lovely ass, baby," he said huskily. "So smooth… so round… so firm… so beautiful…"
"For you, Daddy," she answered, squirming her bottom against his lips. "For you to kiss and fuck, if you want."
"God yes!" he exclaimed, caressing her inner thighs and probing delicately at the hair-fringed lips of her vagina. "I want to fuck you here, baby! I want to fuck you in your asshole!"
"Please, Daddy!" Pamie was squirming in lust now, arching her buttocks up in open invitation. "Fuck me fuck me in my… asshole! Hurry and do it!"
Pamie parted her thighs, letting one leg hang over the couch cushions. Sean stood up, gazing down at the ready, young teen-aged girl. "We've got to use something… oil or…"
"No!" Pamie almost shouted. "Nothing! Don't use anything, Daddy! I want you to hurt me… a little at least. I want to feel your cock go into my ass without anything on it! I can take it… you'll see! Fuck me, Daddy… fuck me in my ass!"
To emphasize her eagerness, Pamie slipped both hands behind her and gripped the smooth cheeks of her buttocks. She pulled them apart to expose the pink pucker of her rectum. Sean could swear the tiny opening was winking lewdly at him, and his penis jerked in anticipation of penetrating this never-before used hole. Eager now to accomplish sodomy upon his daughter's willing body, Sean crawled onto the couch between her parted thighs. Holding his hard penis in one hand, he lowered himself down until the swollen tip was aimed directly at the extremely small hole. He rubbed the head of his weapon up and down the crack of her buttocks, pressuring it at the portals of her bowels.
Feeling this unusual delight, Pamie arched her bottom up, trying to accomplish the entry. But Sean, not wanting to hurt his daughter any more than necessary, took his time. Slowly, he pressed against her, watching for the first sign of pain from her. As he pressed down, Pamie pressed upwards.
"Ooohhh… Oooohhh…" she groaned as the pressure built into a slight pain. "Hurry… hurry…"
"Does it hurt, baby?" he asked anxiously.
"No… no…"
Pamie relaxed the sphincter muscles of her rectum as much as possible, and to Sean's surprise, the huge head of his penis popped into the tight opening. Feeling the entrance of his penis into her rectum, Pamie cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure, closing her rectum about the invading object. "More, more…" she moaned through the pain that wavered inside her body. "Give me more! Shove more cock into me, Daddy! Oh, God, it's… it's… good! Your prick in my ass feels so good!"
Sean slipped another inch into his daughter's rectum, feeling the tight hotness of her inner bowels wrap about his organ. The sensation was so exquisite he wasn't at all sure he could continue without ejaculating prematurely. As he hesitated momentarily, thrilling to the delicious sensations, Pamie arched her lovely buttocks upwards, causing a couple more inches to drive deeply into her bowels. She squealed as the fullness of him cleaved her body. She felt as if a hot knife had suddenly sliced her in two, yet it was such an intense pleasure-pain, she could only gurgle her joy. She felt the wiry hairs on his groin tickle the smooth cheeks of her buttocks and she shivered gently. As her father held himself rigid above her, Pamie squirmed her buttocks up until she found herself filled with the immense size of his organ. The pain was gone, replaced now with the delicious sensation of having his organ buried deeply into her body. For a moment she rested, then began to wriggle her buttocks to and fro, her rectal muscles holding him tightly.
Sean, holding his upper body away from hers, looked down in amazement as his daughter worked her buttocks back and forth, screwing him with total lack of shame. Her hands still held the smooth cheeks wide apart, but now and then she would close them about the stiff cudgel invading her rectum. Although she was perfectly still from her waist up, her lower body was in constant, furious motion. Loud moans rippled from her throat as she gyrated her buttocks up and down. Then he started cooperating with her. Laying flat on her back, he ran his hands around to cup her breasts, holding them tightly as his naked buttocks began to bounce up and down, his penis lunging with powerful strokes in and out of her rectum as she sawed in matched rhythm with him.
"Oooooo… ooooooaaaahhhh…" she crooned, her tongue licking about her lips as pleasure rippled throughout her inflamed mind and lust-contorting body. "God, it's good, Daddy… getting fucked up my ass is… is… wonderful… great… fuck me, fuck my asshole…"
"Yeah, baby," he groaned as he plunged time and again into the tightness of her rear opening. "Wonderful is right! So tight… so hot… so fucking hot! God, what a sweet ass!"
Her rounded bottom slapped resoundingly against his groin as she strived to take more and more of his weapon into her rectum. His testicles banged moistly at the hair-lined crack of her vagina, and she knew her orgasm would soon strike with the frenzy of a typhoon. Her buttocks were a blur of action now, and she whipped them up and down with all the power she could muster.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted insanely. "Fuck my asshole… fuck my asshole… fuck me fuck me, Daddy…"
"Yes… yes…" he whispered in a thick, lust-filled voice. "Fuck my baby… fuck my baby in the ass fuck you up the asshole…"
Both were lunging at each other like wild animals, each for the climax they sought. Pamie was learning to relax her sphincter muscle as he plunged down with the swiftness of a striking snake, clenching it tightly as he withdrew. Excitement bubbled high in their naked bodies, and suddenly Pamie felt the explosion rip through her genitals. She tightened her rectum, her body going rigid as the force of the climax struck like a jackhammer. She screamed loudly as her body convulsed and tossed in a sea of intense pleasure. Her joy, her extreme happiness brought forth the boiling orgasm of Sean, and he began to spew forth the semen from the long tube of his penis. Time and again he splashed her inner bowels with the stuff, feeling her rectum milk at the squirting organ.
"Fill me…" Pamie shouted lustfully. "Fill my ass with your come… come in my asshole, Daddy!"
Sean collapsed on top of his daughter's back, so exhausted from the fierce climax, he was unable to move. Pamie, crushed beneath his weight, sighed with complete happiness, satisfied with at last being copulated by him, even if it was sodomy.
For a long time they lay in that position, finally breathing in a normal rhythm. Sean pulled his limp penis from her tightly clasping rectum with a tiny, muffled plop, sitting back on the couch. He looked at her spread buttocks and noticed her rectum appeared inflamed. He stroked it tenderly with his fingertip, then Pamie lifted herself to sit beside him. She began to smother his face and neck with moist, happy kisses. "That was wonderful, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "Now we have something else to do with each other."
"Are you sure it didn't hurt too much, baby?" he questioned in a concerned voice.
"Oh no!" she cried out happily. "Only at first – just a little – but then it became so good… felt so good with that darling cock inside me! Oh, Daddy, it was absolute heaven!"
For two weeks, Sean and his seventeen-year-old daughter performed anal intercourse regularly. Usually he would leave his office early and arrive home about the same time she did from school. Pamie would begin their sexual activities by fellating him sometimes to ejaculation – or he would perform cunnilingus on her to orgasm. But they always ended with anal intercourse. Sean could not see taking the last barrier of the young girl's innocence, and he scrupulously avoided penetrating her vagina.
Joan Harrison's mother became well, and she returned home to her family. Sean and Pamie avoided any intimate contact with each other for almost a week, fearing discovery by Joan. But the abstinence from accustomed sex began to take its toll on the father and his daughter. They began to fondle and caress each other beneath the dining table, keeping a wary eye on Joan. Pamie would secretly reach her hand below the table and cup his organ, squeezing it tenderly until her eager hand created a throbbing erection. Or Sean would run his fingers up her smooth inner thigh Pamie opening her legs for his hand – and tickle her panty-covered clitoris. On a few occasions, Pamie would enter her bedroom and remove the nylon garment before dinner. On these occasions, her father would glance at her quizzically when his fingers found the soft hair-lined slit without covering. She would smile suggestively at him and slump in her chair, her buttocks arched forward as he titillated the pink bud of her clitoris.
Finally the two felt they had to chance discovery. Their passions were at an intense peak and each would soon be climbing the walls if they did not get together somehow. With a meaningful look at her father, Pamie stood up one night, saying, "I don't want to watch television anymore. I think I'll go to bed. But a hot shower would feel lovely." She left the room, stopping for a second at the hallway door. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing her father watching her. She ran her tongue out and licked it seductively over her lips, then with an inviting switch of her curving bottom, she continued to her room.
Choosing her nightgown for the night, Pamie stripped naked and threw a robe over her shoulders. Crossing the hall to the bathroom, she closed the door, carefully making sure it did not lock. Then, turning the shower on full force, she removed her robe and sat down on the edge of the tub, waiting. She did not have to wait long, because her father had seen her meaningful glance just as she left the living room. "We're taking a hell of a chance, baby," he said in a low voice as he slipped into the bathroom.
"I don't care, Daddy," Pamie said, getting to her feet and reaching quickly for him. "I can't wait another second! I've got to have it… I've got to get fucked!"
"I know, baby… I know," Sean unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. Pamie eagerly grabbed his penis and jerked it into full erection quickly. An animal like moan escaped her throat as she dropped to her knees before him, her lips and tongue working up and down the thick shaft. She lapped delicately at the small slit on the swollen head, taking the organ into her mouth. She sucked on him for a few moments, then stood up.
"Now, Daddy! Now!" She turned and presented her swelling buttocks to him, leaning on the commode, her breasts swaying below. Her bottom wriggled at him in white lewdness. Sean quickly reached out and pulled the resilient cheeks apart, peering at the wiggling rectum she eagerly arched upwards. "Fuck me in my asshole… I've got to get fucked… now!"
Without hesitation, Sean grasped his swinging penis and shoved his hips forward, pressuring the swollen knob of his member tightly against the resisting pucker of her tender anus. As she felt the warm, moist contact on her bottom, Pamie squealed delightedly and shoved her buttocks back to meet the assault she wanted so terribly much. She groaned as the instrument penetrated her rectum slowly, her mind burning with the boiling, swirling mist of lust-fog that reeled inside. Squealing again, she rammed her rounded buttocks back hard, thrilling to the thick insertion of that wonderful cudgel. She slammed her bottom into his groin, her hand reaching between her widespread thighs to grip at the swinging, hairy testicles that slapped at her moist vaginal lips.
In rapid thrusts, Sean began to plunge his member in and out of her tightly clenching rectum, his hands holding the full moons of her quivering bottom. He stared down at the hard flesh as it lunged in and out of the tight orifice, seeing the flesh hold him as he withdrew, then sinking inward as he wildly drove farther and farther into the dark recesses of her bowels. Each time he pounded against her greedy rectum, Pamie would squeal like a trapped animal, her eyes dulled by the lust flowing throughout her young, naked body.
So involved in what they were doing – what was happening to their bodies – they did not notice the door swing open.
Joan stood there, her eyes wide in shock. She clutched at her neck in the total degradation she was witnessing, her breath caught in her throat. For a long time she stared at the twisting, writhing bodies of her husband and daughter, frozen to the floor, unable to flee this horrible scene before her eyes.
"Sean! Pamie!" she finally gasped, her voice loud in the steam filled room.
Sean and Pamie looked up quickly, still deeply connected together. For a long moment they, too, were unable to move. Staring at her mother who stood looking back at her, Pamie was rooted to the floor, her hands on the commode and breasts still jiggling from the efforts she had been applying seconds before. Then her face flushed in shame.
Sean, frightened out of his wits, still gripped the quivering buttocks of his daughter, his penis pressed tightly into her clenching, unclenching rectum. All three stared at one another for what seemed an eternity. Sean recovered first, quickly pulling his inflated organ from the clasping anus of his daughter. Feeling the emptiness of her rectum now, Pamie sank to the cool floor and lay her head on the commode, tears of humiliation flowing from her eyes. She no longer looked at her mother, too ashamed to see the shocked expression that glared in terror at her.
"Joan," Sean said, his voice quaking with fear. "Joan…"
His wife turned and left the bathroom without a word. Sean quickly pulled his pants on and hurried after her, his mind trying to find some excuse… some reason… to explain his incestuous conduct. Pamie, sobbing in absolute shame, fled to her bedroom, locking the door behind her.
Joan, horrified beyond comprehension at what she had seen, refused to listen to the pleas of her husband. She pulled her luggage from the closet and began packing.
"Please, Joan…" he started, pacing nervously up and down the room. "I… Pamie and I… we… well, Goddamn it! We couldn't help it. It just happened. Can't you understand?"
Joan ignored his words, keeping her back toward him.
"Goddamn you!" Sean shouted, staring at her back. "You frigid bitch! You keep your fucking legs closed to me and still expect me to stay a man? I have to get sex somehow, don't I? A man can't simply wither away because his wife decides she don't want anything more to do with him, can he?"
Joan turned to face her husband, her eyes blazing in anger, "Don't you curse at me, you… you sodomist! Your own daughter! How could you, Sean? If you needed sex so terribly much, why didn't you get one of those saucy little girls that work for you? Why Pamie?"
"I told you," Sean growled. "It just happened. We couldn't… help ourselves."
"Animals! That's what you are… the both of you!"
The argument continued throughout the night, with Joan finally agreeing not to leave immediately – provided Sean would not attempt to copulate with his own daughter again… ever.
Pamie refused to face her mother and father the next morning. She stayed in her room until long after her father had gone to work. She did not answer the hesitant rap on her still locked door. Her usually white, bright eyes were streaked with red from lack of sleep and the considerable amount of tears she had shed.
Around noon her mother tried again to get the tortured girl to answer her knocking. "Pamie, please…" she pleaded through the door. "Sean… your father has explained what happened. I'm sorry, darling. I'm sorry it had to happen to you… I don't understand any of it, but I realize you couldn't help it. Please, darling, open the door and let me talk to you."
"Go away, Mother," Pamie sobbed into her pillow. "Please… leave me alone!"
"Darling," Joan said, leaning against the door. "I understand… I understand why you did it. I understand why your father did… what he did. I've been a fool, darling, a terrible fool. Please, let me in."
Realizing she could not remain locked inside her bedroom forever, Pamie sat up on the bed. Sniffling, she walked toward her door, ready to face the accusing face of her mother. She snapped open the latch and returned to her bed. She lay face down, her face again buried into the pillows.
Joan shoved the door open and stepped into the room. She looked at the smooth back of her sobbing daughter, seeing how slender and defenseless she appeared. Her heart went out to the young girl, and she moved on quick feet to the bed. Sitting down, she reached and lovingly caressed the smooth, bare back. "I love you, darling," Joan said in a soft voice, her eyes misting with tears of her own. "I realize how much you mean to me… and your father. I admit I was horrified… last night. Who… what mother wouldn't be? After all, a man certainly doesn't do those things to his very own daughter every day!"
She rubbed at the small of Pamie's back tenderly, tracing her finger up and down the spine. She began to explain how she had stopped enjoying the sex act years ago… and the frustration her husband must have gone through. She related every detail of their life together for the past few years; the arguments and pleadings Sean had put forth in an effort to convince his wife of his need for sexual relations. She told her daughter of her own reason for stopping such activity, of how she failed to achieve a climax and therefore felt it was unimportant, even to her husband.
As her voice droned on, Pamie thought of the secrets being revealed to her, and her humiliation turned to sorrow for her mother. In her young mind, she began to understand her mother, and she rolled onto her back to look up at the tears rolling down Joan's cheeks.
"I… I'm sorry, too, Mother," she whispered, wiping her own tears away with the back of her hand like a small child. "But Daddy's right… it just happened."
"I know, darling… I know," Joan said, forcing a smile to her lips. "Don't talk about it, don't say any more. It's over with… and I forgive you and your father."
Mother and daughter looked at each other, understanding in both pairs of eyes. Pamie lay still, her arms at her sides now, no longer crying. Her pert breasts rose softly as she breathed, the rosy nipples in their constant state of erectness. Unable to help herself, Joan let her eyes wander from the pretty face of her daughter, down the slim neck. She saw the wide-spaced breasts with cherry-tipped peaks, the soft curving of them. She saw the narrow waist with the flat abdomen. Her eyes traced the rounded hips, down over the smoothness of Pamie's long, slender thighs. Then, of their own volition, the eyes moved to the soft triangle of curling, shining pubic hair. For a long time Joan stared at this lovely, swelling sensuous mound of her daughter. Suddenly she became aware of the appeal Pamie held for her husband. For the first time she realized how seductive – how sensual – her daughter was.
A low moan rumbled up from Joan's chest, and she could not understand the thoughts that rippled inside her brain. They were alien thoughts… horrible thoughts, and she tried to erase them from her mind. Her body seemed to become heated, and for the first time in her life she felt the stirrings of desire in her lower body.
"No… no…" she whispered, her eyes filming over with the intense sensations that erupted in her body. "God, no! No! No!"
"What, Mother?" Pamie said, her eyes questioning the strange expression that now covered her mother's face. "What's wrong? What's…"
Pamie did not finish her question.
To Joan's horror, she watched her own hand lift up move out toward her daughter. She was amazed at her lack of control as the hand gently cupped one of the swelling breasts of the young girl. While her mind rebelled at what she was doing, her hand began to knead the resilient flesh, squeezing it with delicate pressure.
Pamie stared at her mother, then lowered her eyes to the hand that was caressing the jutting mound. Unable to understand the thing that had taken control of her mother, Pamie lay unmoving, afraid to resist for long moments, Joan fondled the breasts of her daughter, her eyes blazing with the growing passion she had not felt in many, many years. Suddenly she groaned loudly, her face dropping swiftly until she was kissing and sucking at an erect nipple. Uncontrollably, Joan sucked as much of the smooth flesh as possible into her mouth, her tongue fluttering across the sensitive nipple. Her lips nibbled in moist lewdness, her hand working the other breasts.
Not understanding what was happening to her mother, Pamie lay in frightened stillness, unable to stop this incestuous lesbian act. The more her mother sucked and licked at her breasts, the hotter Pamie became. It was not long before she was squirming and wriggling beneath the oral assault, and she gripped her mother's head in both hands, holding the face down tight against her trembling breasts. She began to moan her lust softly, her eyes closed.
Finally, Joan lifted her face and stared down at the writhing, naked body of her daughter. Pamie's passion was out of control now, and she parted her smooth thighs as her hips began to arch up and down in simulated fornication. Her groans came deep and lustful as she twisted her head about, her body tossing in heat.
"I didn't… realize," Joan whispered in wonderment, looking at her writhing daughter, "you were so so… sensual!" Unable to keep from doing so, not understanding what was happening to herself, Joan's eyes lowered to the pumping and tossing hips of her daughter. The hair-lined pinkness of the moist vaginal lips seemed to quiver visibly and beads of moisture formed on the sleek flesh. "God, what is happening to us? What's wrong with us? Are we all insane?"
Pamie's eyes gazed up at her mother as she squeezed her own breasts painfully, no longer ashamed of her passion… of what had happened between her father and her. The only thing she knew at the moment was the intense flame that roared out of control in the pit of her lower stomach.
Joan, to her horror, felt her own vagina become wet with the oozing of her fluids. The band of her panty crotch grew sticky with the seeping liquid, and she was unconsciously squirming her own buttocks on the bed as she watched her daughter writhe in passion. Her eyes feasted on the hair-fringed slit, and the tip of her tongue smoothed over her dry lips. Her chest felt ready to burst, and she was breathing with difficulty. A cry of despair bubbled from her mouth, and she fell atop her daughter's squirming body. Immediately, Pamie grasped the sides of her mother's face and moved the kissing and licking tongue where she wanted it. Lower and lower she shoved the sucking mouth, her belly quivering at the moist contact.
Joan felt the silken hairs of Pamie's pubic mound brush across her chin, then her cheeks… and her lips were pressing against the exposed bud of Pamie's throbbing clitoris. Not understanding – indeed, not caring – Joan began to slobber and mouth at the delicious bit of flesh Pamie offered up to her with jutting pelvis. She sucked the clitoris into her mouth and chewed with delicate care as her tongue flickered instinctively over the sensitive tip. She dropped to the floor, on her knees now, and gripped the tossing hips of Pamie with both hands. Her tongue sought the slippery lips of the hair-lined orifice, licking and tasting the moisture that seeped continuously from the hot opening. A high pitched wail came from her as she dipped her tongue deep inside the pulsating passage, working in and out with swift strokes. Her fingers slid around the warm hips to clutch in lewd abandon the trembling buttocks of the young girl.
Time and again she lapped into the open lips, drawing more nectar from her daughter's vagina, swallowing and going for more. Her tongue flickered up and down the hot lips, then fluttered about the inflamed and extended little clitoris that almost screamed for attention. Pamie gripped the top of her mother's head and held her face tightly to the now exploding genitals, gyrating her buttocks up and down, round and round. The series of small orgasms grew in power, and soon Pamie was climaxing with every nerve of her being.
"God, oh God! Lick me… lick my twat… suck my snatch… eat my cunt… Oooohhh… Oooohhh Moootthhheerrrrr!" Pamie screamed, unable to hold the sound in. She jerked her crotch upward, her vaginal muscles working like a milking machine at the plunging tongue. Dropping her hands from her mother's head, she fingered her palpitating slit open, wanting more and more of the intense pleasure that wonderful tongue was giving her. From head to toe, Pamie was going through a series of the most exquisite orgasm ever. Her body shook so violently, the bed springs were protesting in high squeaks.
Finally she was drained – there was not another climax in her lithe body.
Even then Joan kept her mouth glued to the no longer dripping vagina, not wanting to lose the newfound excitement. Her eyes stared up the length of the exhausted body of Pamie, and Pamie stared back down between her wide-spaced breasts at her mother's eyes. A slow smile spread over her lips as she fell in limp heaviness across the bed.
"Mmmmmmm…" Joan's voice came in muffled sound. "God… Oh, Jesus! Darling… darling… I don't know what… came over me. I've… I've never done anything like… that… before!"
"Oh, Mother… Mother…" Pamie moaned, happy beyond all her dreams. She had never desired another woman before – nor had she desired her father until that first night – but now she found herself wanting the experience again… and again.
That afternoon, Pamie and her mother argued the thing that had happened. Pamie pointed out that it had been the same with her and her father – it was something that had just happened. Joan saw how it could have been that way, since she had been unable to control her own emotions and actions. She was fearful of being a lesbian, but Pamie, in her instinctive wisdom, convinced her mother she was not one of those tortured souls. Giving in to the argument so forcefully put, Joan sighed her agreement. Now that she understood, at least some of it, she and Pamie began to make plans for the evening. Joan was ashamed of the way she had treated her husband these past few years, and now that she had become "awakened" to the pleasures of sex, she agreed to try an experiment with her daughter.
Sean came home late from his factory, not knowing what sort of reception he would receive in his own home. Joan and Pamie were in the living room, sitting on the couch and chattering like a couple of school girls. He took one glance at them, and finding himself ignored, mixed a drink and sat down at the small bar with his back to them.
"But do you think we should, Pamie?" Joan asked her daughter, knowing her husband was listening.
"I know we should, Mother," Pamie answered. "You'll see, Daddy will love it!"
Sean, hearing them speak with each other as if nothing had ever happened to create a crisis in his family, turned and watched them. Mother and daughter pretended he was not there in the same room, and continued their conversation, making certain he could hear every word.
"I don't know, Pamie," Joan said. "I've never done anything like that before. It might make me sick."
"No it won't, Mother," Pamie said. "I thought so too, at first. But now I want to all the time! It's delicious absolutely delicious!"
"But… to put that thing in my mouth!" Joan shuddered with distaste. "It wouldn't be the same as… as…"
Pamie giggled, glancing from the corner of her eye to see how her father was taking this conversation. He sat and stared wide-eyed at them, not fully comprehending what was going on. What he didn't know, was Joan and Pamie had discussed exactly what they would say and do… and they wanted it to be a total surprise for the man they both loved very dearly.
"Didn't it feel strange?" Joan asked.
"Sure… at first," Pamie said. "But after the initial taste, it was wonderful! And when he squirted. Aaaaahhhhh!"
"I'm not sure I can… suck it," Joan said, peeking from the corners of her eyes at her amazed husband. "After all, a… a… cock… isn't the same as… as…"
"Cocksucking is great!" Pamie said, almost laughing now at the way her father stared at them. "It's the greatest thing ever… except getting fucked up the asshole!"
"Well…" Joan said, frowning slightly, but glancing now and them at Sean to see how he was taking this. "I've never tried eating a man's prick, darling, nor have I ever been fucked in my ass, but…"
Sean sat his glass down on the bar top and stood up. "What's going on, Joan?" he said. "I've never heard you use such language… such words…"
"Oh, shut up, Sean," Joan said, finally pretending to recognize him. "Pamie and I have something very important to discuss."
"Ready, Mother?" Pamie asked.
"Ready," Joan answered, smiling broadly.
Both females stood up as one, turning toward the bewildered man. They began to advance on him slowly. Sean, completely confused by what was happening, drew back. This was certainly not the household he had left that morning. His angry wife was no longer angry, and the expression on her face was one he had never seen before. Both females looked like hungry cats, ready to pounce on an unwary creature. Holding his hands up in front of him as if to ward off a danger he did not understand, he backed himself into the bar.
"Now!" Pamie shouted, and both mother and daughter pounced on the helpless man. Eager hands began to fumble at his clothing, dropping each article to the floor as it was removed.
As each garment was taken from him, one or the other females would kiss and lick at the exposed flesh. Sean, still bewildered by his wife's strange actions, stood motionless as he became naked. He didn't know if their minds had suddenly snapped or not, but he wasn't taking any chances on making them angry.
Now two pairs of hands were pulling at his belt, then his zipper, and his pants puddled at his feet. Four hands eagerly stripped him of his shorts, and mother and daughter, now on their knees before him, stared at his exposed genitals.
"You want to do it first, Mother?" Pamie asked, her hand cuddling his hairy testicles in her palm.
"Why not?" Joan said, her hand gripping his flaccid organ and stretching it out painfully. "Your father's poked this thing in me enough times… now I can have things my way for a change."
Sean, believing his wife had went over the deep end, watched as she leaned forward and began to kiss the limp, dangling penis. He could not believe it was Joan doing this… a woman who denied him even the so called "normal" aspects of sex. He knew the passion of his daughter, but this was a new woman now who was licking a long, pink tongue up and down his slowly erecting organ.
"I don't understand what's happening," he said, "but I like it!"
"Ummmm…" Joan murmured, stroking her tongue up and down the smooth head of his member. Pamie squeezed his testicles lovingly, watching her mother work her lips and tongue around the circumference of her father's penis. "Let's do the rest of it now, Mother."
Immediately, Joan stopped mouthing the now erect organ, and both stood up to face the naked man. They began to undress, letting their clothing fall to mingle with his. Soon, Sean found himself facing two naked, lovely females – his wife and daughter. Both stood proudly, hands on hips, breasts swaying in gentle rhythm as they arched their triangled pelvis outward, rotating their buttocks in open invitation.
"Lie down, darling," Joan said as seductively as she could, taking his hand and pulling him to the center of the floor. "Lie down and enjoy it. You are about to witness the most thrilling experience of your life!"
"Witness?"
"Participate would be a better word, Daddy," Pamie said, pulling at his other hand. "Come on… do what Mother said. Lie down on the floor."
Mother and daughter shoved him down, and Sean sprawled on his back, his monstrous penis jutting high in the air. He looked up at his two girls, seeing the twin triangles at the apex of white, slim thighs.
Dropping to her knees at his side, Joan said, "Now, my darling husband… you asshole-fucking prick… you are going to get sucked off by me for the first time. You've wanted me to do this for years, so you just lay there and enjoy it. Pamie and I are going to thrill the hell out of you!"
Sean watched down his naked body as his wife lowered her face to his upstanding organ. She held it at the base and kissed the wet tip with a loud smacking sound. She grinned obscenely at him as Pamie crawled between his open thighs and began to caress his testicles in both hands.
"Let's get on with it, Mother," Pamie said, lowering her face to the hairy orbs. "There's no sense in teasing him. He might go off before you get to blow him."
Joan agreed and quickly wrapped her lips about the swollen head. She fluttered her tongue across the sensitive tip as her daughter had told her to do, then she began to suck more and more of his thick length into her mouth. She gagged slightly as it entered the rear of her mouth, but recovered quickly. Unable to take as much of his organ into her mouth as Pamie, she began to suck up and down on half of it, working her tongue in swirling motions as her cheeks sunk inward.
Pamie, watching her mother suck hard on the immense penis, began to lick her tongue through the wiry strands that covered his testicles. She licked at the wrinkled sac until her saliva covered it in shining wetness. Opening her lips, she sucked first one ball into her mouth and chewed tenderly. As her mother moaned her pleasure at this new sensation of having a male member in her mouth, Pamie went from one testicle to the other, sucking and licking at the quivering orbs. From her position between the spread thighs of Sean, she stared up at her mother's working lips, seeing her saliva run in rivulets down the throbbing shaft.
Sean was in the most pleasurable state of his life. Having two women suck and lick at his genitals was the most exquisite torture he had ever experienced, and the happiest thing of all was his wife doing it for the first time – and not only doing it, but wanting to fellate him!
His penis began to jerk insanely inside the warm cavern of Joan's mouth, and he knew it would be soon. Pamie, after only her two weeks, experience, also recognized the signs of his building ejaculation. She opened her mouth wide and sucked in both testicles. Her tongue flickered about the sensitive sac, her lips and cheeks sucking furiously. Joan was bobbing her head up and down, aware of the spewing fountain she held tightly between her lips. It was enough to cause her body to tremble as her own dormant passion began to rumble deep inside her body. As the rumbling in creased, so did her sucking motions. Her head moving faster now, she was moaning insanely as she strived mightily to pull forth the alien fluids from her husband's testicles. Her hips, off the floor now, were waving and gyrating as if she had suddenly been perpetrated by some unknown and unseen lover.
Suddenly, she tasted the first spurt of the ejaculating semen that flowed in thick, sticky globs from the tip of her husband's penis. As the milky juice rolled around in her mouth before slipping down her throat, Joan's lust bubbled over. A muffled moan came from her as she worked to swallow time and again the jetting sperm from the jerking hose. Her vagina convulsed and the explosion struck. She felt the eruption of the volcano inside her body, knowing she was climaxing simply from sucking on this delightful, hard, squirting thing inside her hungry mouth. Wailing with glee, she sucked harder than ever and swallowed each eruption that came to her. Her rounded bottom was jerking in wanton spasms of a thrilling orgasm, her own juices spilling from the hair-fringed lips of her vagina and running hotly down the smooth inner surface of her thighs.
Pamie tried hard to make this dual sucking the best ever for her father. She sucked and licked and chewed on his testicles as she watched her mother accept happily the offering from her father's penis. His genitals became coated with saliva and his flowing liquid, but neither of the females cared. They were too hungry too greedy – for whatever they could get.
"No more!" Sean cried out, trying to pull his abused organs from the still-sucking mouths of his wife and daughter. "Please… stop… no more… I can't come… anymore! That's enough… please…"
Joan reluctantly allowed his deflated penis to slip from her mouth. She watched it plop in exhaustion across his stomach, then she sat back on her heels and smiled happily as Pamie lifted up from the empty testicles. "You were right, Pamie," she said, licking her lips in feline satisfaction. "Sucking cock is the most… most delicious ever!"
Pamie flipped her father's penis with her hand, kissed it once and sat up. "Now," she said. "You two are not angry with each other anymore. We are a happy family again."
Throughout that night – dinner forgotten – the three continued with their incestuous relationship. Sean penetrated his daughter's rectum twice during the night, and Joan fellated him once more. That was the most sex Sean had ever enjoyed in one night during his entire life, and he became so exhausted he was unable to erect for a fourth time. Yet, that did not stop Joan and Pamie from continuing. He was not shocked when he witnessed his wife perform cunnilingus on his willing daughter, nor was he shocked when Pamie sucked and licked her mother's breasts. What amazed him most was to understand that his wife was extremely enthusiastic about oral relations. A discussion among the three brought to light Joan was an orally oriented person who had denied this portion of her nature for so long, but now that it had been brought out and she was experiencing orgasms, Joan readily agreed to any and all proposals placed before her.
The three-way incestuous relationship continued for a few weeks, each happy in their own way. Joan and Pamie were content to let things remain as they were, but Sean, now that his period of dormant sexual frustration was over, began to look around him. What he saw was a covey of young and beautiful girls who seemed quite willing to indulge their sensuality with others.
In his own office he found a pretty young thing who seemed willing to play sexual games with him. And not only was she willing to play, but her husky boy friend also wanted in on the action. Once this information was brought to Sean, he began to think of the possibilities of pagan orgies – orgies whereby the participants would be doing weird and wonderful things with each other.
Inviting the girl to lunch with him, he questioned her in subtle ways about her sexual habits. The girl, amused by his means of conversation, immediately saw what he was getting at.
"Why, Mr. Harrison," she said coyly. "I do believe you are trying to seduce me!"
"Ah, no… no," he stammered. "It's just that I… well, I'm interested in my employees, that's all."
"Yeah, you sure are," she leaned close to him. "Interested in getting in my panties!"
"Well… uh…"
"That's good, Mr. Harrison," she smiled seductively at him. "Because I have the type of panties that are easy to get into. When and where?"
"But, you don't understand, my dear," he said, becoming bold now. "It's not just me, but…"
"Oh, I get it," she said, leering at him in open lewdness. "You have this wife who loves to watch you make it, right?"
"No. Joan likes to make it, too."
"Well, that's just fine, Mr. Harrison," she grinned widely, becoming interested now. "I didn't know didn't dream, you were swappers."
"We aren't," he admitted. "This would be the first time for us."
"You'll love it, darling," the girl said, sliding her palm down over his thigh beneath the concealment of the table. "You and your wife will simply love it."
He jumped as her hand cupped his genitals, glancing around the small restaurant guiltily. Her hand cupped him and began a slow massage on his penis and testicles. "Well, there's someone else, too…"
"Oh? Anyone I know, darling," the girl was becoming aggressive with her hand now, gently rubbing up and down on his swelling member.
"Well, it's… it's… my daughter."
The girl's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean… no, you can't mean that luscious little thing I've seen around her now and then?"
"Yes, that's Pamie."
"Uuummmm…" the girl licked her lips. "That cute piece of ass is real eating pussy, Mr. Harrison."
"Uh… yes, she is," he removed her hand and, afraid his erection would be apparent, paid the bill.
That evening, Sean explained what he wanted to do to Joan and Pamie. Once he outlined his desires, mother and daughter became excited with the prospect of being involved with others, Joan stipulating that she would participate only if she were allowed full freedom of oral intercourse. Sean arranged a time and spoke to his employee.
Saturday night, the night of the Harrison's initiation into sexual swapping, found the family nervous as they waited for the arrival of the girl and her boyfriend. When the doorbell rang, they all jumped as if startled. Sean answered the door, and brought the husky man and the lovely female into the living room to meet his family. Although Joan and Pamie were nervous about this encounter, the young employee was not. She had been introduced as Marsha, and immediately she took things into her own hands, her boyfriend, Bob, was the silent type, not uttering twenty words during the entire evening.
As the group sat around, Joan and Pamie fussing with their hands, trying not to appear like blushing virgins, Marsha simply started playing with Bob's penis. Joan and Pamie stared at this action, each moistening dry lips with pointed, pink tongues.
"I know this is your first time," Marsha said to the other girls, "but you shouldn't be nervous about it. Sex is simply too enjoyable to worry about other things. Bob has a nice cock, and he loves to have it sucked off especially by a beautiful teen-aged girl like you, Pamie. Oh, but he loves older women, Joan. He says they're so much more experienced at sucking cock. Are you very good at it?"
"Well, I… I…" Joan stammered.
"Don't be bashful. Here…" she unzipped the fly of Bob's pants and hauled out a huge, throbbing length of penis. "See. Bob's got a very nice prick." Marsha stroked it lovingly for a moment, then glanced up at Sean. "Oh, I mustn't forget you, darling." She stood up and moved to where he was standing near the bar. Dropping to her knees before him, she pulled his swelling organ free and immediately began to suck on it.
Suddenly, as if someone had pressed the correct button, clothing began to fly helter-skelter. The five people became naked in a matter of seconds, and although she was the most hesitant, Joan knelt between the thighs of Bob and began to suck on his huge penis furiously. Pamie, unable to find a male partner for herself, stared at the naked, shining buttocks of her mother. She found an uncontrollable desire come over her, and rising to her feet, she advanced to kneel behind Joan as she bobbed her head up and down in frenzied attempts to bring forth the bubbling, boiling sperm the young man had stored in his hairy testicles. Slowly at first, Pamie began to caress and feel her mother's bottom, thrilling to the smoothness of the flesh, the small dimples on each side of her spine, the under curving surface where they met slim thighs. Her fingers traced a hot line up the crevice, moving between the inner smoothness of her mother's legs to caress gently the silken hair that framed the moist lips of her vagina. Pamie inserted her forefinger into the wet, slippery orifice and began to work it in and out. Joan responded by arching her buttocks back, parting her thighs to give greater freedom to the pleasure-giving hand of her daughter.
Pamie, feeling of her mother's vagina, them warm drippings of her secretions running over her hand, became excited with what she was about to do. Her own lovely hair-fringed vagina began to ooze its sticky substance and she began to fondle the extended clitoris that peeked wantonly from the hidden folds of heated flesh. Her lips pressed against Joan's back, tracing a wet line down… down… until she was kissing at the apex of the swelling buttocks. Her tongue darted out to taste the delicious skin, running up one quivering buttock and then the other. Lowering herself to the floor further yet, she shoved her face close to the arching bottom and dug her tongue between the hot cheeks. Unable to reach her target, she removed her hand from the boiling opening of her mother's vagina and tugged apart the cheeks. Peering between them, she saw the tiny brownish pucker of Joan's rectum. A low moan of intense desire escaped her throat, and she shoved her face between the parted butt-cheeks. Her tongue darted out and pressed at the rear opening. Immediately her action was answered by the backward shove by her mother. Pamie flicked her tongue up and down the anus, pressuring it against the structure. Sean, standing near the bar with Marsha on her knees before him, sucking wantonly at his jutting organ, watched as his wife mouthed and mewled over the huge penis of Bob. He was delighted to see his daughter now lingually caressing her mother's buttocks. The very image of obscene sensuality caused him to suddenly shoot out his scalding sperm into the willing mouth of the lovely girl. She drank it down greedily, then pulled her face from the deflating organ, wiping the back of her hand across her lips.
She turned and saw the three-way action going on nearby, giggling childishly. "Oooooooh…" she cooed. "Look at that! Cock sucking and asshole licking! That's tremendous!"
"Want to try it?" Sean asked.
"Oh, let's!" she squealed.
Marsha lay on her back, arching her body like a bow, legs in the air. "Come on! Both of us can do it this way."
Sean unhesitatingly sat across her face, gripping her buttocks in both hands. Marsha darted her tongue out and began a frenzied licking around his buttocks. He felt her tongue-tip press at his tightly constricted anus and he relaxed the muscles. Her tongue darted hotly into the dark cavity, reaching far into his rectum. Squatting as he was, holding her buttocks up, he was staring down at her wet vaginal lips and the tiny winking hole of her anus. Positioned in such a way so he could still observe the lewd action of his wife and daughter, Sean licked about the smooth flesh of Marsha's buttocks, circling the pink anus in teasing lapping motions.
Marsha, eager to have him start, cried out in a muffled voice, "Hurry up! Lick my ass… suck on my asshole… eat me out… tongue my asshole… all the way inside…"
As her words trailed away into a muffled moan of passion, Marsha dived her own tongue deeply into his rectum, lapping with furious strokes at the sensitive inner membranes. Sean, his excitement growing by the second, stopped teasing the eager girl and shoved his tongue down hard against her quivering anus. Marsha, being experienced in the ways of sex, immediately relaxed the small muscles of her rectum, and Sean found his tongue buried deeply into the warm cavern of her butt. His chin pressed into the folds of her wet vagina, the soft hair creating a moist beard. He worked his tongue in and out like a miniature phallus, tasting the exotic aroma that came from Marsha's bottom. His senses reeled with what he was doing… what he was seeing… and what was being performed on his own rectum. His penis, although he had ejaculated moments before, was throbbing into full erection again, thumping up and down on the girl's jutting breasts. His eyes wide open, he watched his wife's lips stretch tightly about the thick member of Bob, her head moving up and down in swift hunger. His daughter's face could not be seen, buried between the trembling buttocks of her mother, but he knew she was tonguing the small rectum hidden there just as he was doing the one below his own face. He was not repelled by seeing his daughter masturbate herself while performing analingus on her mother – he was overjoyed by the lewd sight.
Joan was moaning loudly now, her head twirling about as she sucked on the hard penis. Her tongue delved around the small slit on the swollen head, striving to reach inside and bring forth the frothy liquid she knew was there. Her hands gripped the large, hairy testicles that dangled between the young man's thighs, pulling and rolling them about in her hand. She squirmed her buttocks into the face of her daughter, feeling a finger searching inside her dripping channel of lust. She felt the throbbing jerk of the man's penis, and her mouth became filled with the thick, sticky liquid that spewed forth. Her tongue danced up and down on the flowing slit, tasting the sperm as it flew into her mouth in a never-ending stream. Her throat worked to swallow every drop, and that which she was unable to swallow was stored between her white teeth and inner cheeks for later ingestion. Her own climax struck like a thunder-clap, and her buttocks gyrated like a whirlwind of lust into her daughter's sucking face.
Pamie, hearing the satisfied moans of her mother, knew she had sucked the young man dry of his fluids. Also, if the warm rivers of juice running down her hand was any indication, she knew her mother had climaxed again from performing orally on someone. She pulled her face from the distended rectum and leaned back. Her hair-lined vagina spread apart, showing evidence of her passion.
"God… oh, God…" she moaned, her fingers working furiously at the pink folds of her vagina. "Mother do something! Do something to me… make me come… before I go mad…"
Joan turned and saw her daughter, the contorted face and wickedly masturbating hand; "I will, darling," she said, leaning to suck one rosy nipple into her mouth. Her hand replaced her daughter's on the heated genitals, a finger twisting and rubbing the inflamed clitoris.
Bob watched this incestuous act as his chest heaved up and down in exhaustion. "Great! Way out, man!" he exclaimed. "Mommy and baby girl… getting with it!"
Joan paid no attention to him, continuing her efforts to give release to her daughter. But not Pamie. She was too excited, too passionate for a single act. "Fuck me!" she cried out. "Anyone… Daddy… Bob… fuck me, please! Somebody… please, fuck me up my asshole!"
"That's for me!" Bob said. "But you've got to make my cock hard, first."
"I will… oh, God… I will, I will!"
Bob moved to stand at the trembling, naked girl's side. Pamie immediately engulfed the flaccid organ. She tasted the remaining semen and her mother's saliva, greedily sucking the limp penis. She became frenzied in her efforts to cause an erection in the young man, and her delighted mind reeled with lust as she felt the stirrings of new lust in him. The penis grew and grew until Pamie could no longer keep her lips stretched about it. Now that it was hard, she removed herself from her mother's sucking lips and shoved the young man onto his back. She straddled him, her buttocks toward his feet. She grasped his waving penis and lowered herself until she was squatting over the swollen head.
"Up my ass," she whispered hoarsely. "Right up my shit hole…"
"Yeah, doll," the man answered. "Anyplace you want my cock… you just enjoy yourself."
Pamie rubbed the swollen head across her eager anus, then pressured her body down until she felt the thick head pop into her rectum. Sighing happily, she sat directly down on his pelvis, squirming her buttocks round and round in obscene delight. Her pert breasts bobbed up and down, swaying as she began to bounce her bottom on him.
Joan, feeling left out now, watched her daughter wriggle her buttocks on the man's hardened shaft. She saw the glistening wet lips of Pamie's vagina wide open, and with a lustful groan, fell across the man's stomach to bury her face into the hairy feast. She made slobbering sounds as her tongue flew up and down the hot orifice, fluttering over the sweet clitoris that was exposed for her hungry mouth.
Bob, his senses thrilled by this mother eating her daughter's genitals, reached out and tugged at Joan's buttocks. Eagerly, Joan threw a leg across his face and shoved her dripping vagina down. Bob's tongue flew out to lick at the flowing fluids, then he gripped her wide expanse of bottom and pulled her tightly to him. His finger sought the tiny opening of her rectum, and Joan squealed as it was inserted into her, Bob worked it in and out of her tight hole, his tongue delving deep into the recesses of her flowing vagina.
Pamie wriggled her lower body like a belly dancer, the sensations of extreme pleasure causing her body to tremble from the tonguing and sodomy she was receiving.
Sean, seeing this debauchery as he tongued Marsha's rectum, became overwhelmed and suddenly ejaculated all over the quivering breasts of the girl. He pulled his tongue from her clenching anus and sat beside her. The girl lifted her hands and began smearing the globs of thick, white stuff about her body, mewling and writhing insanely.
The dual attentions being paid her lower body were causing Pamie to convulse with repeated orgasms. Starting out small, they grew with whirling intensity until she was shaking violently. Her mother was licking up every drop of sexual juices that flowed copiously from the hairy opening, and the pounding cudgel up her rectum seemed ready to explode with the force of an atomic bomb.
"Come…" she screamed loudly, tossing her head back and squeezing her breasts painfully. "Come up my ass… shoot your sperm up my asshole… fill me with it…"
As if in answer, the plunging organ began to spurt out the hot liquids in a torrent of lust. Feeling the semen splash around in her rectum, Pamie almost went out of her skull with the blissful ecstasy. Her buttocks rotated in a blur of speed, and her mother had difficulties trying to retain her lips on the spasming genitals. After the violent punishment Pamie's body had been put through, she dropped to the carpet, so exhausted she fell asleep and missed the further indulgences of the adults.
Although it is not known for certain, it is a safe bet that the Harrison family, like the Smiths, are now seeking others who are willing to participate in incestuous exchanges. What harm has been caused to the mental emotions of the young girl cannot be analyzed if any has been done.