Chapter 6

Sam Claymore had taken Jack Marlowe into his study, a fine, paneled room with a brick fireplace and hunting prints on the wall.

Jessica and Claire, satiated at last-for a while, at least-were having a chat in the living room.

Sam took Jack to the study in order to show him how graciously and spaciously one could live if one were willing to move away from the city. At any rate, that was the reason Sam gave for getting Jack alone. But there was something else Sam wanted to talk about. After Jack had looked around and made suitable complimentary comments on the masculine decor, Sam wandered over to the window. He drew the curtains back and gazed out. He seemed very thoughtful, as if pondering some important decision and this attitude did not escape Jack, who wondered if perhaps his friend were having second thoughts about wife-swapping. Jack hoped not, but he could think of no other reason for Sam's curious attitude.

Presently, Sam said, "Well, the weekend has certainly been successful thus far, eh?"

"It sure has," Jack agreed. "We'll have to get together more often."

"Sure."

"Maybe Jessica and I will visit you in town for our next get-together."

"Well "Not a good idea?"

"The thing is, our apartment is too small, Sam."

Sam smiled meaningfully. "We only need one bedroom, Jack. And one bed, as far as that goes."

"No, I meant... well, it's Susan, you see. If you and Jessica spent the night with us, she'd be sure to realize something was going on."

"I expect so. Still, that might not be such a bad idea, at that. Having it out in the open, I mean, so we didn't have to sneak around and worry."

"Good Lord, Sam! You can't be serious?"

Sam shrugged. "Why not? Is it so wrong? Or are we being hypocrites? I mean, either it is wrong, and we ought to stop doing it, or it isn't wrong and we don't have to be ashamed of it. Doesn't that make sense?"

Jack considered that logic. He said, "Well, it isn't wrong for us, but it would be wrong for our daughters to know."

"That's sophistry."

"Jesus, Sam. Susan's only fourteen."

"Well, Brenda is only fifteen, as far as that goes. What difference does a year make?"

"Do you honestly mean you wouldn't mind if Brenda knew about it?"

Sam hesitated. "I think she does," he said.

Jack blinked.

"I'm pretty sure she's guessed."

"Doesn't it... bother you?"

"It sure as hell does," Sam said, with a wide grin. "But not the way you think. It makes me horny as hell to think about my daughter knowing."

"Aren't you afraid it will... well... deprave her? Give her the wrong slant on sex?"

"There you go again, talking about right and wrong. Damn it, Jack, I don't consider it wrong for us and it wouldn't be wrong for Brenda. Or Susan, come to that."

Jack shook his head, bemused.

Sam was gazing out at the barn. "I wonder if the kids are having a good time?" he said, as if changing the subject but with a secondary meaning in his voice.

"What do you mean?"

Sam shrugged.

"Look, maybe your daughter is... precocious... but Suzy is an innocent little girl."

"Is she?"

"Hell yes."

"I wonder... "

"What are you getting at, Sam?" Jack asked, feeling that he should be annoyed or outraged by this conversation and yet finding that he wasn't; that, in fact and to his surprise, it was titillating.

"I'm pretty sure that Brenda isn't a virgin," Sam said. "In fact, I'm damn sure. Maybe that's the difference between our attitudes, Jack. I mean, if you knew that your daughter wasn't a virgin, you wouldn't be so protective and inhibited about her, would you?"

"Maybe not. But she is."

"Ummm. Well, maybe. Listen, don't you ever have sexual fantasies about Susan?"

Jack blushed, remembering how he had felt his daughter's plump little tit in the car.

"Well, I guess so," he admitted. "But that's all they are, just fantasies."

"You know, Jack, this may shock you, but I'd like to fuck my daughter."

Jack took a deep breath and felt a great tension grip his loins at the concept.

"Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you like to fuck the ass off my juicy little girl?"

"Sam, I... Christ, sure I would! But Jesus, this is one hell of a conversation... "

"I'd like to fuck your daughter, too."

"Forget it."

"I sure would," Sam went on, ignoring Jack's protest. "And I'd like to watch you fuck Brenda, too."

"Are you really serious?" Jack asked, his voice rasping out as if his vocal cords had hardened in sympathy with his cock.

Sam didn't answer for a few long moments.

Then he turned and looked directly at Jack and said, "Yes, Jack, I'm dead serious."

Jack stared dumbly at his friend.

"Maybe we aren't ready for incest, but we swap wives; why not daughters?"

"Never," Jack croaked.

"Okay, then. Leave Susan out of it. Do you want to screw Brenda? With my permission?"

Jack started to say no, but his voice rebelled. He tried to shake his head, but his neck was stiff. He stared at Sam with wide eyes and then, to his amazement, he heard his own voice say, "Yeah, I'll screw Brenda, Sam... " He blushed deeply and hastened to add, "If you're really serious... "

Sam nodded.

"I wouldn't want Claire to know," Jack said, thinking about the details now that the initial shock of the idea had passed. "Nor Jessica. I don't suppose that Jessica would be any too wild about having her daughter fucked."

"Oh, I don't think she'd mind, really."

"This is all... unbelievable."

"You're making the mistake of thinking of our daughters as daughters, instead of as young women. But you're wrong, Jack. They are sexy little bitches who just happen to be our daughters."

"Susan isn't... " Jack started, then faltered as he realized it was a lie; Susan was very sexy, indeed.

"Suppose-just a hypothetical supposition-suppose that you knew for a fact that Susan wasn't a virgin. Would you really object, in that case? Would it be any worse if I fucked her than if she was fucking someone else?"

"I... guess not. Not in theory."

"I'll make a deal with you, Jack."

"What deal?"

"I'll let you fuck Brenda and I won't touch Susan... unless we find out that Susan has already been fucking someone."

Jack hesitated. He wanted to fuck Brenda, and although he felt evil about bargaining over his own daughter, he was convinced that Susan was innocent and virginal and that no harm could come to her if he agreed to the terms of this deal.

He nodded, slowly. "All right," he said. "It's a deal."

"No backing out?"

"No backing out."

"Shake hands on it?"

Jack crossed toward the window and the two men clasped hands firmly. Jack felt a twinge of guilt, as if he were pimping for his own little girl, but he ignored it, still convinced that Susan would not fulfill the prerequisites of the arrangement; that he would be getting something for nothing, and it was something that he wanted very, very much.

Then Sam grinned, like a street vendor who has just struck a very favorable bargain. He nodded toward the window.

Jack, puzzled, turned and looked out toward the barn. He saw a slim young man in denim trousers strolling casually down the path toward the barn. Frowning slightly, he turned to Sam.

"That's Chuck," Sam explained. "He works for me. Does all sorts of odd jobs. Among other things."

Jack lifted his eyebrows.

"I'm pretty sure he's been fucking Brenda out in the barn," Sam said. Jack said nothing.

"Susan and Brenda are both out there, at the moment," Sam continued. He shrugged. "Why don't we give them a few minutes and then wander down there. There's a back window where we can have a look."

"He may be fucking your daughter, Sam, but he sure as hell won't get close to mine!" Jack growled, with less conviction than his words indicated. A nervous sort of foreshadowing stirred in his loins.

"Maybe not," Sam said, looking tolerantly amused. "But if he does... a deal is a deal, Jack."

Jack scowled, then nodded sullenly.

He was starting to have doubts and second thoughts about the whole thing, but it was too late to back out now. Sam was right.

A deal was a deal...

Sam poured them each a large slug of good brandy and they sat down in leather chairs and waited until it was time to sneak down to the back of the barn and see what was, or was not, transpiring...

Chuck Jenkins could hardly believe his good fortune. Here, in one swoop, he had got a good job for weekends and after school and met the sexiest and most willing girl he'd ever known.

He'd never had much luck with women before.

Sexual success had always been in direct ratio to the girl's lack of beauty. In his experience, the only girls willing to fuck him were so ugly that they were virtually unfuckable, although he closed his eyes and did his manful best. The indirect relation extended, as far as he knew, from one end of the female gamut to the other. Beautiful girls did nothing, pretty girls kissed, homely girls let a guy feel them up, ugly girls would give a hand job and truly hideous girls went all the way. That rule had held true in all his experiences.

Until the Claymores arrived.

Chuck still found it hard to believe that a beautiful girl like Brenda Claymore not only fucked, but demanded to be fucked, not only tolerated it, but loved it. It seemed impossible. The first time she'd followed him into the barn, her hints had passed right over Chuck's head, obvious as they were, until finally Brenda had had to come right out and ask him to fuck her. And even then-even while he was fucking away between her widespread thighs-Chuck hadn't really believed it was happening, so that the next time Brenda waited in the barn for him, he acted as if nothing had occurred and she had to ask him all over again, shocking him nearly as much as the first time.

After that second tumble in, literally, the hay, Chuck had to believe it was really happening, and yet he still thought of the affair as a wild, wet dream rather than reality, as a wonderful dream from which he must soon awaken to find that Brenda didn't really exist or, if she did, had warts on her nose and buck teeth, that his soft weekend job really entailed shoveling out the shit of outhouses, that his dream, in the real world, was a nightmare.

Yet, if it were a dream, Chuck had the good sense to enjoy it while it lasted, to accept what she offered and make no demands for more, or less. He was a yokel, perhaps, but he wasn't stupid; he saw quite clearly that Brenda was interested only in his cock and that no room for love or affection or jealousy enhanced, or limited, their relationship. That, he thought, was just as well. After all, it would never do to fall in love with a girl -who fucked the hired hands in the barn. Someday, God willing, he might own a farm himself, and a wife like Brenda simply wouldn't do.

Still, for the moment, Chuck wanted to enjoy his dream as much and as frequently as possible, and as he walked down toward the barn, he didn't feel nearly as casual as he looked.

He was hoping that Brenda would be there. And he didn't know the half of it, either, for if Chuck was inclined to doubt his good fortune of the past weeks, he never in a million years would have believed that, outside of a dream, not one but two lovely, sexy, naked girls awaited his arrival...

Brenda ran back from the door. "Chuck's coming!" she said excitedly. "Oh good!" Susan said, clapping her hands together. "Should we put our clothes on?"

"Why bother?"

"Won't he think we're lewd?"

"Well, aren't we?"

"Oh yes!" Susan said happily, thinking it was very mature and worldly to be termed lewd.

"Maybe you ought to wipe the pony cum off your belly, though," Brenda suggested. "I don't know if Chuck understands things like that."

"No sense in making him jealous," Susan agreed. She used an old horse blanket to mop the scum from her tits and tummy. They could hear Chuck whistling as he drew near.

"Let's wait up in the loft," Brenda suggested.

Susan nodded and scampered up the ladder. Brenda climbed up after her, close behind, with Susan's wet pussy wagging in her face. Brenda was sorely tempted to give that golden cunt a little lick, but she wasn't sure if Chuck would understand that, either, and at the moment she was more interested in prick than pussy.

Susan tumbled into the hay and Brenda jumped up after her, and Chuck, coming in the door, was just in time to see a frisky young ass disappear into the loft.

Instantly, his cock bloated with a rush of hot blood, the meaty prick banging against his trousers. He grinned crookedly and rolled his eyes with anticipation.

Brenda peered over the edge of the loft and smiled invitingly.

Chuck hurried across the bam, his bulging crotch very apparent.

Then Susan, too, looked down, and Chuck came to a dead stop. He blinked and shook his head, thinking he must be suffering from double vision caused, no doubt, by the fact that his brain wasn't getting enough blood, deprived by the huge volume necessary to bloat his dick. When he looked again, there were still two girls in the loft and yes, by golly, they were both naked.

"What are you waiting for?" Brenda asked.

"I could swear there was a naked gal with you," he said doubtfully.

"Sure. We've been waiting for you, Chuck."

And then Chuck knew for a certainty that he'd been asleep for the last few weeks and he ran forward and leaped up the ladder as fast as he could, terrified that he'd wake up before this new impossibility could be enjoyed.

"This is my friend, Suzy," Brenda said as Chuck joined them in the loft.

"Hi," Chuck said, looking at her pear-shaped titties and slick, golden thighs.

"Suzy is a virgin," Brenda explained. "But she doesn't want to be a virgin any longer, so I told her you'd be glad to help her out."

"Sure thing," he said, absolutely confident now that he knew it was just a dream. He opened his trousers and let them drop. His cock was enormous, a great bloated tube capped by a slab of purple meat. It loomed up almost to his navel, the tip quivering.

Susan gazed reverently at this massive tool, her mouth watering and her twat steaming. She leaned back in the stacked hay, arching her back, while Chuck kicked his trousers off and then removed his shirt. Seeing that she admired his prick, he stood proudly before her and twitched his cock muscles, making the knob bulge and throb.

"Oh, it's big!" Susan squealed. "I hope it isn't too big for my tight, virginal little hole."

"Not as big as Blaze," Brenda said, giggling.

"Oh, not nearly. But that's the trouble with ponies and horses, huh? If a cock's too big to fit in a girl's pussy, or even her mouth, then it really isn't much use."

Chuck heard this but, since none of it was real, he wasn't even shocked.

Brenda said, "I'll go first."

"Shouldn't I go first, since I'm a virgin?" Susan asked, fearing that his second effort wouldn't be as firm as his first.

"Yeah, but you already had something and I haven't come yet," Brenda argued.

"But I'm a guest!" Susan protested.

"Yeah, but he works for my father."

"Well, can I give it a little suck first?"

Susan's mouth had been drooling for the taste of cock ever since she'd been frustrated by the magnitude of Blaze's organ and Chuck, huge as he was, looked just about bite-sized to her. She looked pleadingly at Brenda and Brenda nodded.

"Don't you dare make him come, though," the red-headed girl demanded.

"Okay. I just want a taste."

Chuck had been waiting patiently enough, considering the urgent state of his glutted cock, and looking back and forth between the two girls as they debated the order of things. As far as he was concerned, it made little difference which girl was first; he had sexual energy to spare. But he was pleased at getting a crack at Susan's mouth, once that was decided. He'd already had Brenda, and new meat is always more interesting.

Now he stepped forward, like a soldier volunteering from the ranks. Jamming his lean hips forward, he thrust his cock out like a pike. But Susan didn't throw herself headlong onto that mighty spear.

She moved forward slowly, on hands and knees, warily studying the bloated glans of his potent cock. She'd never seen a cock-well, a human cock; pony dick wasn't really the same thing, she knew-at such close range before, and she was fascinated by Chuck's throbbing prick. She gazed, wide-eyed and slack-mouthed, and it seemed to Chuck that her vision caressed him with some strange and wonderful tactile sense; that he could actually feel her enraptured gaze run up and down his stout rod.

"Hurry up!" Brenda whined impatiently.

But Susan was not to be rushed into this marvelous new experience. She rose up from hands and knees, kneeling directly in front of the sturdy youth in a reverent position. Tilting her face from side to side, she studied his prick from various angles while Brenda hissed with impatience, like a steam kettle on the boil.

Susan leaned closer and blew on his prick without actually touching it. Her hot breath billowed against the burning meat, causing vapor to rise from the fat knob. His cock gave a mighty lurch and Chuck groaned. Susan echoed his moan, feeling her cunt flutter open and a hot wash of pussyjuice run down her slick thighs.

Reaching out with both hands, she touched his cock with her fingertips, lightly tracing up and down, defining the contours and the texture. She brushed her forefinger up the fat vein, across the rubbery tip, under his sweating balls.

Her hand curled around the shaft for a moment, then opened again, for she had no wish to masturbate him and feared a premature ejaculation. Placing both hands on his bony hips, she leaned forward and rubbed the tip of her nose against the broad underside of his cock. She sniffed and nuzzled and her head swam with the musky aroma of hot cock. Chuck worked his cock muscles and his big prick bumped against her nose like a drumstick.

Giggling, she slid her nose from side to side, rubbing just below the glans.

Brenda sighed and, resigned to a long wait, began to lazily masturbate herself with two fingers, pushing them slowly and steady up her flooded cunt. She saw there was no point in trying to interrupt now, and rather wished that Susan hadn't learned so quickly. Still, it was fun to watch, she had to admit, to observe this fourteen-year-old girl, who had been so naive and innocent the day before, worshipping Chuck's loins.

Susan tilted her head back, lifting her nose, and kissed the underside of his cockhead. She paused for an instant, then covered the broad wedge with a flurry of quick little kisses. Turning her head sideways, she kissed all the way down the fat rod, then kissed his bloated balls, feeling his hard nuts jiggle within the hairy bag.

Her tongue came out.

She licked under his balls, then all around them, her tastebuds tingling as she savored the heady flavor of his balls. whimpered and threw his shoulders back, forcing his loins outward.

Susan was delighted that her tongue could cause this reaction. She began licking up from his balls, using her tongue like a windshield wiper, sweeping back and forth against the broad surface of his shaft. When she had lapped her way up to the tip, she began curling her tongue around behind the flaring glans, then over the very tip with a flat, slurping stroke. Her mouth was watering for him, but she forced herself to go slowly, to savor each new instant. Boy dick tasted better than pony dick, she thought. She felt certain, and was glad, that human cum would probably taste better, too. Then she frowned, remembering that she wasn't supposed to suck him off, that Brenda was waiting for his load.

Well, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.

For the moment, she wrapped one hand around his shaft, just below the glans, so that only the great purple head emerged from her fist. She ran her tongue up and down on that glowing meat, then placed her lips directly on the tip and, letting her mouth open slowly, ran her lips down over the knob. When the swollen wedge was encased in her mouth, the overheated girl began sucking away merrily, while her tongue still switched to and fro.

Chuck groaned and sank to his knees, quivering.

Susan knelt before him in a three-point stand, gulping away greedily. Her head began to rise and fall as she forced his prick further into her mouth, and Chuck responded by lurching his hips up and down.

He clapped one hand behind her head and, holding her steady, fucked up into her wet mouth. He was fucking her mouth with short, sharp strokes, and she was tightening her lips around the fat cock as he plunged and bucked in. Her cheeks grew hollow as she slurped, then bulged out as his hot knob pressed against the flesh. Her tongue bridged beneath the knob, laying a moist, soft carpet over which his cock could glide.

He gave a sudden jolt and his cockhead plunged back into her throat, lodging there. Susan gagged, then gasped. She decided she didn't like to get fucked in the mouth. It was pleasant enough, physically, but it made her feel too passive. She wanted to suck him off, not just hold her mouth there for his strokes. With this in mind, she slid her hand down his shaft and grasped his balls. She gripped him firmly, so that he was unable to thrust and was forced to hold still, letting her set the pace and the tempo, which she eagerly did. She skimmed her compressed lips happily up and down the length of his fat sausage, pausing at the top of each stroke, with only the knob in her mouth, to suck avidly.

She liked that part best of all. The knob, she decided, was the tastiest part, and she concentrated on it, sucking more and bobbing her head less. Her mouth slurped loudly on his bloated crown and she began to drool on his cock. Then his cock began to drool in turn, so that a rich mixture of saliva and cum trickled from her lips and poured down his shaft.

She hated to let even a droplet of that savory fluid escape, and her mouth ran all the way down his cock occasionally, in order to gather up the straying cream. But mainly she kept only the knob in her mouth, sucking with her lips and pulling with her cheeks and curling her hot tongue around the bulbous feast. The more she sucked, the bigger his cock became, until the tip was so big that it completely stuffed her hungering mouth and pressed into both cheeks at the same time. Snorting through her nose, she kept gulping away, like a boa constrictor swallowing a pig wider than its body.

Brenda decided this had gone on long enough.

Crawling forward, still pushing two fingers up her twat as she moved, Brenda grasped Susan by the hips and attempted to haul her off Chuck's cock.

Susan ignored her friend's efforts. Switching her ass from side to side, she continued to suck away.

Brenda moaned and moved closer. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled, trying to lift Susan's head free. But Chuck's prick was firmly lodged in the greedy girl's mouth. His cock was resolutely plugged into her oral socket.

When Brenda pulled Susan's head upward, his hips were drawn up after it, so that his prick remained lodged in her mouth and her lips were snapped shut behind the ledge of his glans, folded remorselessly behind the rubbery wedge so that the coupling would not separate.

Brenda wailed with frustration.

Susan was stuck on his cock like a fish on the hook, running and sounding and fighting on the line. His cockhead had swollen to such mighty dimensions that her lips were stretched to the limits, and she could not have spat his prick out even if she had wanted to.

"You promised!" Brenda wailed.

"Mumpff," Susan said.

"Will you stop?" Brenda pleaded.

Susan nodded, as if to agree, but the movement served only to run her mouth further down his prick.

"Pull it out, Chuck!" Brenda begged.

"I can't!" he whimpered, rolling his eyes wildly about and vibrating spasmodically.

"Oh, damn it!" Brenda moaned, in utter frustration. Anger flared up and she slapped Susan on the ass, but Susan only wiggled sexily at the blow.

Brenda saw it was no use. Chuck's first seminal load was destined for Susan's mouth. Her anger faded as lust welled up too powerfully to allow any lesser sensation or emotion. She fell onto her back, grinding her ass into the hay, and began masturbating with both hands.

Her head switched from side to side and her eyes, open and glazed, spun about the hayloft. Her vision slid past the ledge, then snapped suddenly back and into sharp focus.

Brenda gulped.

There, peering up from the top of the ladder, she saw her father's head...