Chapter 1

Albert Gore was a man in his late forties, a farmer by occupation, a pursuer of female flesh by choice. The thing about Albert that caused him to stand out was that the female flesh he pursued was his own. Not his wife, Jean, who had given up on having any more sex with her man, but his six daughters. He had taught them, one by one, to please him in bed. It did not have to be done in bed, this act of incest. Not at all. Albert was not in the least concerned about where it took place. He was as apt to push one of his daughters down on her back in the barn as he was in her bedroom. Albert Gore had a lusty sex appetite that seemed seldom to be appeased.

He was a successful farmer in that he made a good living for his wife and daughters-though one wonders how he found time for work with all his incessant lusting. He got along well with his few neighbors. He never went near them; nor did they visit him except on rare occasions.

Albert Gore, apparently, was content to remain at home and enjoy himself with his daughters. His daughters, all of them, were exceptionally good-looking girls, but they never went out with boys, being content to hang around the farm night and day, seemingly, and "lay in" with their horny father. Albert Gore must have had something extremely unusual between his legs. He was a rugged-looking man with dark eyes and hair, though the hair was getting a bit thin on top.

His oldest daughter was named Doris. She was nineteen and had been raped by the father when she was eleven. A shapely-looking redhead, at nineteen, everyone agreed.

The next oldest daughter was Diane. She was eighteen and had also been taken to bed at the tender age of eleven. She was a big-bosomed blonde.

Then came Susan, seventeen, also a bed partner of her father's at age eleven. Susan was a very light-haired blonde, almost of the peroxide variety, though the color of her hair was natural.

Debbie was sixteen. She had been fucked by her father at age ten. Sharon, fifteen, likewise. Debbie was a redhead, Sharon a blonde with brown eyes.

The youngest daughter was Carol who had somehow escaped the advances of her father until prior to the recording of this case history. Carol was thirteen, had brown hair and brown eyes. She was probably the prettiest girl of the six, though this claim-had it been a claim of hers, which it was not-could easily have been disputed. The truth was, as we have stated, that all of Albert Gore's daughters were lovely to look at, sexy in their own right, and altogether desirable.

Albert Gore was an exceptionally fortunate man, it would appear, if one condoned incest.

Albert and his wife, Jean, had retired for the night. It was nine o'clock of an autumn evening, and all good farmers are in bed early because they have to get up so early in the morning. Albert felt a horny streak coming on and, as he often did, he reached over and attempted to play with his wife's titties.

"Stop that, Albert," she snapped. "You know I don't want that sort of thing."

"Oh, come on," he coaxed. "You haven't screwed me in more than a year, maybe longer. What's wrong with taking my cock once in a while?"

"I don't want any more kids, that's what's wrong."

Albert sighed.

His wife snorted. "Get one of the girls to fuck you. Any one of them would be delighted to take their father's cock up their cunt."

Albert sighed again. "You do tempt me when you talk like that, Jean. What would you do if I forced you to fuck me?"

"I'd walk out on you tomorrow."

"You wouldn't do that, would you, Jean? After all these years of marriage."

"You're damned right I would. Now shut up and let me go to sleep."

"Oh, my," Albert sighed again. "I just can't stand having this damned hard-on. I'll have to try...let me see...Doris. I haven't fucked her in more than a week."

"You do that," she snapped, "But when you come back to bed don't you dare waken me. I need my sleep. I'm tired."

"Jean," Albert said quietly, "do you have to snap at me?"

She was silent for a moment. Then: "I'm sorry, Albert. I'm very tired. Go fuck one of the kids and enjoy yourself. I hope...Doris, did, you say? I hope Doris drains your cock good for you. Doris is a very hot and extremely fuckable girl."

"So are you very fuckable, Jean," he told her, without bitterness, and got out of bed and left the room. He knew there was no point in attempting to arouse Jean sexually. She simply was not having any part of sex these days, and he might just as well leave her alone. Just the same, he longed to get it into her and go off up her cunt. Fortunately, he had someone else, six someone elses, to take care of his needs. He headed straight for Doris's room.

She was sleeping.

He crawled into bed with her and discovered she was naked. God, she was warm and soft and nice. He ran his hand up her smooth legs and placed it over her cunt. She stirred in her sleep but did not awaken. Albert lowered his face to her cunt and kissed it wetly. Doris moaned in her sleep and one of her hands came to rest gently on her father's head. Albert ran his tongue the entire length of her cunt and then darted it inside of her. This wakened her and she sat up in bed and slapped at him.

"Hey," he cried, "don't hit me."

She sighed. "Oh...it's you...daddy. I guess I was dreaming...something about a monster trying to get his whang into me."

"I'd like to get my whang into you, Doris," Albert said softly. "May I."

"Of course, daddy. Why not."

"Thank you, dear," Albert returned. "Or would you rather I sucked you off, daddy?" she asked, reaching for his erection and holding it gently in her warm, soft hand.

"You can suck me off later, maybe. Right now I believe I want to get it into you. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind, daddy. You're my father, aren't you? Why should I mind. Who is nicer to me than you? "

"You're a sweet girl," Albert said, and meant it.

"Thank you, daddy. Do you want to crawl on top of me or shall I get on top and sort of fuck you? I remember the last time I did it to you that way you liked it very much."

"I think I'll just fuck you in the regular way tonight, dear, if you don't mind."

"Do you want me to turn the light on, daddy, so you can see my breasts and everything? "

Albert smiled in the darkness. "If you want to, you may. It doesn't matter, though I must say you have a pair of beauties."

Doris jacked his throbbing erection a few times. "You have a big one tonight, daddy. Did mother do this to you? I mean, did she turn you down again after getting you hot?"

"No," he replied honestly. "Your mother is a very nice woman, dear. She wouldn't deliberately set out to get me hot and then not permit me some relief from it."

"Oh, I know it, daddy. I shouldn't have said that about mother. I swear, sometimes I get a mean streak in me that's just awful."

"If you have a mean streak, I've never seen it, dear."

"That's nice of you, daddy. I mean it. Are you sure you wouldn't like me to suck your cock for you?"

Albert sighed. "Well...very well, dear. You may suck it for a time, but not all the way. I hanker to go off in your nice, tight cunt."

"May I turn the light on, daddy, so I can see your cock while I suck on it?"

"If you wish, dear."

She turned the light on by pulling a chain that was attached to the bedlamp. The light illuminated the room considerably but by no means brightly. Albert looked at his oldest daughter, noting her good looks, her pink breasts, the way the nipples on them looked to be hard already, her long legs that were shapely and inviting-looking. He sighed.

"You have a lovely body, daughter."

Doris laughed lightly and sat up on the bed, her breasts jutting out, her tummy flat and inviting, her hand still circling the hard penis of her father.

"Take off your night clothes, daddy," she said firmly. "I like to have you naked when I suck your cock."

Albert removed his nightdress, which was what he always wore to bed, never pajamas. Pajamas were a nuisance to Albert Gore. He detested them. When he was naked, Doris began to recklessly kiss his hairy tummy and chest. Albert liked this sort of treatment, for all of his daughters had been taught, by him, to work a man over awhile before submitting, and by man, h'e meant himself, of course, since none of the kids had ever had anything to do with another male. He knew this to be true, as odd as it may seem. His kids were completely honest with him, and always had been. He had taught them to be that way: to be his kind of offspring in a family he had made psychotic.

Doris jacked his penis a few times and then lowered her face to her father's crotch. Albert closed his eyes and her warm, soft, young-girl lips fastened themselves about his rigid piece. Her head moved a bit and he felt his cock slipping down her throat a short distance. She came back to the head then and ran her tongue lightly and quickly over the purple glans. Albert sighed and tried not to release in her mouth-he wanted to shoot it up her cunt later.

She moved her lips and spoke. "Your cock, daddy, it tastes so good tonight. Why do you suppose it tastes so good?"

"Because, dear, you have very hot pants. I can tell by the way you are breathing. When you have hot pants, very hot pants, you like...you like anything concerning sex, well almost anything. You might not like to get fucked by a maddened bull, for instance."

She shuddered. "Oh, not that, daddy. That would frighten me to bits." She paused. "Do you want to crawl on top of me, daddy, and stick it in?"

Albert sighed again and looked at his oldest daughter's tits. He ran his hands over them fondly. "I think I would like to get on top and fuck you now, dear, if you will permit your old father to do so."

Her green eyes were filled with lust as he looked into them. "Oh, daddy, please crawl on top of me and fuck me crazy."

Albert smiled tensely. "You certainly are hot tonight, dear. I like you this way. You're positively lovely." It was quite evident that Albert Gore knew how to talk to a woman, be the woman his daughter or not. Talking to a woman, no matter who she was, he knew (probably instinctively) was all important. A man had to say the right things to "get his nooky." Often during the days when he had been younger and more likely to go to town and hang around the bars laughing and joking, as well as drinking, with the townsmen, he had taken special note of the men who knew how to talk to a woman and those who did not.

These who did not almost always were the bragging types, the ones who talked a good conquest, but who seldom, if ever, were able to get into a woman's pants, as the saying went in those days. On the other hand, the men who knew the right things to say to women, and said them at the right time in the right manner, always seemed to have plenty of nooky at their beck and call. These men said little about their conquests-it wasn't necessary. Besides, the sort of man who talked about the women he made was regarded by the real men of the town as being a fake and a jerk. Albert Gore always knew what to say, or almost always. Sometimes he slipped up and said the wrong thing, but not often. Even with his own kids he knew what to say, usually. He treated his own daughters as women first, and daughters second, a distant second, by the way. They appeared to like it this way. Albert seldom pulled the father routine on them. He was a lover first, last and always.

Now, because she had asked him to do it, he crawled on top of his oldest daughter, though he had planned on having her sit on his cock. Albert liked to get fucked in this manner at times. However she wanted him on top and doing it in the traditional manner, so that was the way he would do it. It was smart to have sex as the girls requested. This made them feel important and needed as well as respected.

The light being turned on revealed his oldest daughter's charms to his view. He never tired of looking at the body of a likely-looking female, any likely-looking female, but especially his own kids. (He liked looking at his wife but, as has been demonstrated, she was loathe to have anything sexual to do with him and this included revealing her flesh.)

Doris was, as we said, a redheaded beauty with green eyes, long, full breasts with nipples that were pinkish and tiny, though her father had sucked on them many many times, which, some people believe, often causes nipples to become larger. In Doris's case this had not happened-the nipples were as tiny as when she was ten. Albert knew this for he had often viewed her breasts-what there was of themwhen the girl was only ten. All of his daughters, incidentally, had ripened early. Even Carol who was the youngest, at thirteen had a more highly developed set of titties than most grown women. This was one of the reasons why Albert Gore liked fucking his own kin. He had a fondness for large and shapely breasts. Not too large, of course. He thought very large and ungainly breasts were a botheration and a bore. Fortunately, he was not troubled by having to view such monstrosities.

Doris was flat on her back, her legs spread now, her right hand delicately hiding her cunt region. Albert had taught his girls to do this, believing that no female should expose her cunt to a man prior to intercourse. The cunt, he believed, was not in actuality all that lovely to look at. Of course if a man were half beside himself with heat and passion he might want to glimpse a cunt before shafting it, but Albert Gore, while an exceptionally passionate and downright horny man, preferred not to see the raw cunt beforehand.

Doris's titties stood out in a most maddening way, almost as if they were propped up.

"Honey," Albert said admiringly, "do you know you have a pair of the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen?"

Doris smiled nicely, her green eyes full of lust and sparkle. "Thank you, daddy. You're very sweet to say that."

"I mean it, dear. Your breasts are positively sublime." It will be seen that Mr. Albert Gore was no run-of-the mill farmer. He spoke well when the occasion called for it, and he could be the perfect gentleman when necessary. He could also talk along with the roughest of men if that happened to be necessary. These days it was not, for Albert seldom went to town any more and especially he did not hang around the town bar where the language could best be described as purple.

"Ooo," Doris said, having taken another look at his penis which was at full stature now. "Ooo, daddy, what a wonderful hard prick you have tonight. My, I hope I can swallow all of that prick with my poor little cuntie."

Albert grinned, liking her word for cunt. Cuntie. Somehow, coming from Doris, the word had a very hot suggestive sound to it, a very fuckable sound. "Your poor little cunt has swallowed it down many times before, dear. What makes you think you won't be able to handle it this time?"

She kissed him on the cheek, wetly, "Oh, I'll handle all the cock you can stuff up my cuntie, daddy dear."

Albert's penis was so hard it was actually hurting him. "I think I'll get on top of you, dear," he said softly. She had let go of his penis some time before. "As you can see, my cock is almost ready to burst."

"Ooo, daddy, don't let it do that. Not till you stuff it up my twat. I want that beautiful cock to do its bursting inside of me, not all over the bed. I remember one time when you went off all over the wall when you were trying to fuck me in the mouth." She looked sexually at her father. "That was the time I was sitting up in bed, propped up, I think on pillows. I had been sick or something and you came in, took a long hard look at my titties, got on the bed on your knees, walked on them till you were straddling my tummy and then...bang! Your penis blew up, so to speak. Do you remember that time, daddy? My, how your jism hit the wall behind the bed. Mother was quite angry at you for staining up the wallpaper as I recall."

Albert grinned tightly. "I remember it. But don't worry. I have better control over my penis now than I did that time. At least I hope I have. I should hate to waste my cock juice on the wallpaper when I have my lovely daughter's cunt to deposit it in."

"Ooo, daddy, you talk so hot. Stick it in. Let me feel that hard rod rubbing against the sides of my hot cunt."

"You talk pretty hot yourself, dear."

"Stick it in me, please, daddy, you great big wonderful fuck-daddy."

"Fuck-daddy? You never called me that before."

"I just made up the word. Hurry, please. My cunt wants to caress your cock, wants to jack it off in me. Ooo, daddy, I'm so hot."

Albert lay down and his daughter spread her legs wide. He steered his outrageously hard penis into her extremely wet slit and thrust hard. It entered her with a sort of plopping sound and Albert knew the pleasing sensation of being in a female. There was something wildly exciting about having one's penis in one's own daughter. Having one's penis in one's daughter was probably the hottest thing in all of sex. At least it was to Mr. Albert Gore. Apparently, it was an extremely hot affair to Doris, also, for she made contented sounds, almost purring like a satisfied kitten as her father began his stroking.

"That's good, daddy. My, you are big aren't you?"

"Yes," he grunted. "The old joint seems eager to explode tonight."

"Don't go off right away, daddy," she said quickly, "Unless of course you intend to fuck me all night long." She patted her father's head lovingly. "Why don't you fuck me all night long, daddy? Wouldn't you like to do that? As for me, I should love it. I can never get enough of my wonderful daddy's cock."

"We'll see, dear. Your mother, as you know, likes me to fuck all of you kids to keep peace in the family. I can't use too much of my cock at one time. I know you understand."

"Yes, daddy," she said agreeably, "I understand. I have five sisters who need your servicing, too. I mustn't be selfish, though sometimes it's terribly hard not to be, you fuck so well, daddy."

Albert Gore moved his penis in and out of his young daughter's tight cunt with all the expertise in the world, causing her to shiver and shake with delight. "You're...very...sweet and understanding, Doris dear," he grunted, his penis aching almost beyond his ability to stand it.

"Daddy," she said a moment later. "I can tell by the awful hardness of your cock that you want to blow it off very soon. You just go ahead and please yourself, daddy. Never mind about me. I'll get my pleasure from pleasing you, honest I will."

Albert was pumping her cunt faster now and his breathing was faster. "Thank you...dear...I do...seem to be...awful horny tonight...for some reason. Oh...my God!"

Doris began to pump her loins upward to meet his downward thrust. The effect was a most pleasurable sensation and far too much for Mr. Albert Gore to handle. His cock seemed to explode, he pumped very hard and deep and fast now as the torrent of thick gray good poured from his swollen penis into his daughter s recepticle.

"Ooo, daddy, give it to me," Doris cried excitedly. "I can feel your cock juice hitting me inside. Ooo, I love this...give me lots of it. Ooo...daddy...I'm having an...orgasm...oh daddy...oh! DADDY!"

Albert continued to pump cock into his daughter as it appeared his penis was never going to cease its hot flow. The stuff came out of him in such quantities that her cunt could not hold all of it. Much of it, after entering her slit, trickled...then streamed down her thighs, some of it striking his low-hanging balls, searing them, wetting them, most pleasantly.

Somehow or other Doris had rolled him over on his back and was now above him, her cunt pumping, suckingly, at his penis, seeking to withdraw every fluid ounce from his inner body. Albert tried fucking upward but this did not work well-nor was it necessary-because his cock was still squirting wildly and wonderfully so he remained still, his eyes closed for the moment and permitted his hot, young daughter to draw more and more of the male milk from his penis.

"Ooo, daddy," she gasped. "What a wonderful fuck session. Blow it, daddy, give it all to me. Give it all to ol' Doris."

Albert could only lie there, his raging penis still spouting, his daughter's titties pressing hard against his hairy male chest. What a lucky man he was. Seven pieces of ass in his own household. No, not seven-six, since Jean no longer participated. Very well. Six it was. Six hot-blooded young females, all of them anxious and eager to go to bed with him. All of them willing to spread legs and receive the offerings of his potent cock. Ah, yes. Indeed he was a lucky man. What man could ask for more than he, Albert Gore, possessed. Albert Gore was one of the richest men on earth. Not in money, in sexual opportunities, which to him was even more important.

"Daddy," Doris complained prettily, kissing his mouth hungrily, "you aren't listening to me."

Albert pulled himself back into reality. "What did you say, child?" he asked, as his daughter continued to pump at his cock.

She stopped pumping and lay quiet on top of him, her warm, soft body pressing down against his own hairy, perspiring one. "I asked you if you'd like me to stop fucking you for a while, let you rest, and then French your penis." She giggled. "I just love saying that. French your penis. What else is there to French on a man?"

"I'm told," he said, breathing heavily, "that some women dunk their husband's ass."

"Dunk? What's that? Oh, you mean stick my tongue up your butt and wiggle it around. Gee, what a pleasant idea. Why haven't we ever tried that, daddy? Do men ever do that to girls?"

"Certainly, and we shall try it one of these days. Right now, I think you had better get off and let me get back to bed with your mother. She'll be wondering what took me so long. Your mother has the idea that I'm a quick fuck."

"Does she? Why I don't think you're a quick fuck, daddy. I think you keep it going a very long time. You always gratify me, I know. Well, usually." She pulled her body up and away from him, his penis pulling out of her with a soft popping sound.

Albert sat up on the side of the bed, his penis still hard, very wet and red looking. "I declare, Doris dear, you fuck your poor old daddy just fine sometimes. This time was one of your better efforts."

"I want to please my daddy," she said simply. "That's why I have a cunt, to please a man, in this case my sweet daddy."

He leaned over and patted her on the bare rump. "You're a good piece of ass, dear, and daddy loves you. Don't ever forget that. Daddy loves you very much."

She smiled. "Thank you, daddy. I love you, too. I also love to fuck off your penis."

Albert got off the bed, found his nightdress, one of the old-fashioned variety, put it on, waved to her and left the room. He did not go back to his own bedroom, however. He went to the bedroom of Diane, his eighteen-year-old daughter. She was, like Doris had been, deep in slumber. Albert removed his nightdress, and climbed in bed with her. He ran his hot hands over her young, smooth flesh. She was naked, for he had taught his daughters that they must always sleep in the raw. Diane did not awaken so Albert took a titty in his mouth and sucked on the warm, soft projection. Like Doris, Diane had lovely breasts, a sight to see, and Albert wished the light was on as it had been in Doris's room. However, he did not turn it on. He generally left that up to his kids. If they wanted the light on to see what they were doing, fine. It didn't always matter to Albert. He could get his satisfaction through his sense of feel, and feeling her up was what he was doing in addition to sucking her titty. He knew she was awake when she murmured his name, but he continued to suck her tit, running his hands up and down her long, smooth legs. When he placed his hand over her hair-covered cunt, she fully awoke.

"Oh, dear. . . , " she gasped. "What...is...it?"

Albert's answer was to kiss her mouth and plunge one of his fingers into her tight, little cunt.

"Oh...it's you, daddy."

Diane began immediately to suck tongues with her father, but finally he drew away. "I've just been fucking your sister, Doris, dear. I wanted some more cunt. Do you have any cunt to offer your poor old father? "

Diane kissed his face impulsively, hotly. "Oh, daddy, you can enter my cunt any time you feel like it. Or...would you rather have me suck it?" Her hand found his hard cock and held it in a loving manner.

"What nice, lovely daughters I have, he sighed. "I'm a very lucky man."

"Your daughters are the lucky ones, daddy dear. What other girls have a daddy who is such a hot fucker as you? Most girls have to settle for petting with a boy in a parked car. Not us, daddy. We get the real treatment...and we get it from a real man, not a dumb boy who is apt to fumble and go off on the car seat instead of gratifying a girl first."

"You're very sweet, dear," Albert said, meaning every word of it. Did any man ever have such beautiful, easy-to-get-along-with daughters? How many men had kids who were not only willing to permit him to fuck them, but who were downright eager to have him do it.

"Daddy, would you mind very much if, instead of fucking you, I took your penis in my mouth and suckled it?"

Albert smiled in the dark. "Not at all, dear. You may do as you wish."

"May I turn on the light?" she asked just as Doris had done. "I like to see your erection when I suck on it."

Albert smiled again. "Turn the light on, honey. If you want to look at my prick I don't mind." Albert was proud of his very masculine-looking body, but he had the good sense not to brag about it to the girls.

The light came on, flooding the bedroom with illumination and causing Albert to blink. He glanced at himself first, noting his rigidity and the way it seemed to cling to his tummy. He then glanced quickly at Diane and saw that she was on her hands and knees, her shapely, enticing titties hanging down in a maddening manner. Diane was a blonde with very blue eyes and those blue eyes were presently filled with lust. She stared at his cock and moistened her lips suggestively.

"Gee, daddy, you have a pretty cock. I'm going to kiss it. Now don't you go off on my face, not that I'd mind it-I just want it in my mouth." She bent her head and lightly kissed the side of his cock, playfully taking it, sideways, between her even white teeth and pretending to bite it.

"Be careful, honey," he warned. "It's the only one we have."

The "we" was not lost on her. She smiled prettily. "Oh, daddy, aren't you the teaser. I know it's the only cock in the family. Thank heaven it is. If you had two, think of all the confusion there would be. Two of us sucking or fucking you at the same time. I'm not sure I'd like you if you had two."

Albert smiled again. "Well, don't worry about it. I promise not to grow another penis."

She laughed lightly. "If you do will you let me suck them both off? "

"I thought you didn't want me to have two cocks."

She kissed his tummy and ran her tongue over the hairy part of it, the front. Going lower down, she also kissed the head of his throbbing prick. She then ran her tongue up the side of his penis much in the manner of a small child with an ice cream cone, the difference being that his cock was extremely warm whereas ice cream is not.

"You know something, daddy," Diane said looking at him lustfully. "Sometime I'd like you to fuck me in the ass again, like you did a month ago. It hurt like mad for a while, but I've been thinking and dreaming about it ever since."

Albert was genuinely astonished. "I thought you didn't care much for my corn-hole job on you, dear. You put up quite a fuss about getting it in the asshole, I seem to remember."

"It scared me, daddy, that's all. Like I said, I've been thinking and dreaming about getting that long, hard prick up my ass ever since."

"All right, honey. Tell you what. Turn over and flatten yourself-on your tummy, I mean. I'll get on top of your ass and sink the old shaft up your pretty little butt. I promise to be very careful and not hurt you any more than is necessary."

Diane cried out a happy little cry and flopped over on her tummy. She turned her head, however, so she could watch her father as he walked on his knees until his penis was directly over her butt. Albert lay down on her, marveling, as he always did, at how well a girl or woman's ass fits a man's front region. At one time, far back in time, man must have fucked his females in the rear manner, he thought. Not in the asshole, probably, but in the cunt, just as all other animals do today.

Albert had a sort of theory about why there were so many men in the various parts of the world who preferred fucking a girl in the ass to fucking her in the cunt. It was a throwback to older days, days lost in antiquity. Now, as he steered his long, hard tool up his daughter's delicate asshole, he knew the feeling of being "home" that so many other men had experienced, and continued to even in this day and age. "Home," to Albert, meant the original natural position for fucking. Without doubt it was more normal for a man to fuck a woman from the rear than to do so while she lay flat on her back, her legs spread in an unnatural position, while he tried to effect entrance in this, yes, strange, awkward position.

"I love it when you ram it up my ass, daddy, but do be careful not to hurt me too much, please," Diane pleaded.

"I'll try not to hurt your asshole, dear. I'll try just to gratify you. I love fucking your ass just as much as you love getting it in the ass."

"Oh, daddy, you're so smart. You know, don't you, that I have a yen for getting corn-holed, as you call it."

"Perfectly all right. If my sweet little girl wants it in the ass, then she shall get it in the ass. I want my girls to be satisfied, always."

Diane sighed. "Oh, daddy, did a girl ever have such a wonderful father as you? I just love you to pieces, daddy dear."

Albert pushed his cock into her asshole, feeling the resistance to it at first, and then with more thrust being added, feeling it slip up inside of her. Diane squealed and squirmed about a little but then, somehow or other, she seemed to lift her butt to meet his down-thrusting penis. This agitated Albert a great deal-he had never known one of his girls to thrust her ass up to meet him, though he had not corn-holed all of them.

Or had he?

Diane lay quietly, but she thrust her ass up to meet his penis, and took most of his cock as soon as he was able to work it into her. Albert rather liked corn-holing-it was something different. In this case, he especially liked it because his daughter, Diane, had asked him to do it to her. Albert liked having his kids express a preference for the mode of fucking they wanted from him. He did not care for the lukewarm woman who reluctantly spreads her legs, sighs, and "puts up" with it. He thought such women were freaks, because they didn't enter eagerly into the most fascinating act of life. It was too bad, and sometimes he felt sorry for such women-they were living, but only in the sense that their hearts were beating; they were never really alive. Women who were not enthusiastic concerning sex were all but stone dead in Albert's opinion. Even thinking about such cold, unresponsive females made him shiver with disgust.

"Something wrong, daddy?" Diane asked, evidently feeling his shivering.

"No, no. I was just thinking about something. My, your ass is tight and warm. Tell me, dear, does it hurt you very much? My penis, I mean?"

"It hurts a little, daddy, but I love it rammed up inside of me."

Albert drew back and then thrust forward sinking his erection far up her butt. She cried out, grasped the pillow and hung onto it as though it were something strong and firm and not merely a pillow.

"Be honest, honey," Albert said in her pretty ear. "Does my cock up your asshole hurt that much? Tell your father."

"No, daddy. It's just that...well, you have such a terribly long cock...I don't believe there is a girl living today who could take all of your cock, either up the ass or in the cunt or mouth without wincing. Your cock is a beautiful monster, daddy." She giggled pleasantly.

"Yes," he said, sighing, "that's what your mother used to tell me before she stopped fucking me!"

"Don't worry about her, daddy. You have all six of us girls to fuck. We probably aren't as good a piece of ass as mother, but we can try to please our daddy. At least I do. I always try very hard to make you come in me, daddy."

Albert Gore kissed his daughter's ear playfully. "You're a very sweet fuck, dear. I love to fuck you...up the ass...anywhere your little heart desires it. And you do very well in making me go off in your body, honey. I like going off in your mouth, your cunt, your ass. Just going off in such a nice girl, in such a pretty girl as my Diane is pure pleasure." Saying this, Albert stroked his cock in and out of her tight, little asshole several times. It was only when she cried out and clutched at his arm that he ceased. "Something wrong, dear?, " Albert asked kindly. "Am I hurting you with my prick?"

"Oh...daddy...I don't know how to tell you this."

Albert placed his head next to hers. It felt nice having his rough face touch her smooth soft skin and at the same time have his penis buried deeply in her ass. "Don't know how to tell me what, dear?" he asked softly.

"I guess...you had better hurry and go off in me, daddy."

Albert understood immediately. Bathroom stuff. Toilet business. She did not want to spell it out for him for fear of causing him to lose his erection. He had perfect control over his genitals-insofar as any man can have any control -so he stroked her swiftly, felt the peak coming, and with his breathing faster than it had been, he released his cum up her ass. She cried out and reaching around attempting to pat his bare butt lovingly. She only managed to pat him twice, for he had pulled his cock out of the pit of her ass and was up from the bed.

"Thank you, dear," he said kindly and quickly left the room. Albert was somewhat dismayed, not much, but somewhat. He shrugged. Susan, his seventeen-year-old would be next, could be next in line to receive cock, if he so desired. He decided to wait awhile and went into the main room of the farmhouse and found a bottle of wine. Albert seldom drank for he had an instinctive fear of alcohol, his father and one of his uncles having become alcoholics during their middle years. Albert was determined that such a thing would not happen to him and the one way to beat his fear was not to drink at all. Albert did not follow this theory all the way-he did take a drink of wine on occasion, but he was always careful not to overindulge. In fact, the only time in his life he drank too much was the same night his wife had informed him that she no longer cared to indulge in sex with him. Of course, that was enough to drive the sanest of men to drink.

Now, he sipped his small glass of wine and when it was gone, he felt better in his mind. He hated to have his fuck sessions cut short by such a thing as had just happened. However, Albert knew that Diane would never have done such a thing, would never had told him she was "in trouble" unless it had suddenly become urgent. (While he sat sipping his wine, he had heard her leave her bedroom and go to the toilet hurriedly.)

Susan.

He found her sleeping in her bed just as he had Doris and Diane. All of his daughters had separate bedrooms-it was a very large old farmhouse and there was no reason why they should not. Besides, it was nice to go to their rooms at night and know there would be no one else there to spoil his fun. Correction. Spoil their fun. Albert Gore knew his daughters enjoyed receiving the offerings of his cock just as much as he enjoyed giving it to them.

All in all, it made for a nice, exciting family life, he felt.

He climbed into bed with Susan, who was the lightest skinned of all his daughters and who had very blond hair. Her titties were lovely and well-shaped just as all his kids' titties were. He knew he had a good-looking family as well as a very sexy one. Just as he had done many times before, he congratulated himself on being an extremely lucky man.

Susan was sleeping and when he touched her titties, she stirred on the bed. Her titties were very warm and soft and instantly Albert's penis became erect and hard. Susan stirred a bit more when he threw off the covers and kissed her naked tummy. She, too, slept in the raw because, as we have stated, he had taught all of his kids to sleep that way. Albert wanted them ready for him when he came to fuck. Besides, even if he didn't fuck them, it was a pleasant thing to contemplate all those young warm bodies lying naked in the various beds.

"Daddy," Susan said sleepily, for she, also, used this term of parental endearment.

"Yes, dear," he responded. "It's daddy."

"Are you going to fuck me, daddy?"

"Yes dear, if you want me to."

Susan sighed in the dark. "Yes, of course I want my daddy to fuck me. My daddy fucks better'n anybody in the whole world."

"And how do you know that, dear?" he asked, rather sharply.

"Because you told me you did."

"Ah, yes, to be sure. Of course I did. I had forgotten. My, how conceited of me to tell you that."

"I thought it was nice, daddy...do you want me on my back, on my hands and knees or what?"

"Would you like to dog-fuck, dear."

"I don't mind. Any way you want to do it, daddy."

"Why don't you sit on my cock, Susan? I think I'd like it done that way. You haven't sat on my cock in weeks."

"Do you want to get out of bed and use a chair, daddy? I can sit on you pretty good that way."

"No. Let's stay right here in bed. I'll get on my back and you get over me and settle down over my cock. Can you do that in the dark or should we turn on a light?"

"Oh, I can do it in the dark, daddy, but I know how you are about wanting to see what's happening, so I'll turn the light on." Saying this, she did turn on the light, for suddenly Albert found himself blinking at the bed lamp directly overhead and very much in his eyes. "Oh...daddy...what a big prick you have tonight. I'll bet you've been fucking Sharon or Debbie or somebody, haven't you? I can smell their cunts on your flesh."

Albert was stirred by this, pleasantly. "I've been fucking, honey, he told Susan, "but you have the wrong names."

"You've had it into mother?"

"You know better than that, dear." Albert was slightly annoyed at this.

"Now daddy...don't be mad at me. I shouldn't have said that, I know. You must have had it into either Doris or Diane."

"Both of them," he told her honestly.

"And didn't they satisfy my daddy at all?"

"They were very good," he said somewhat gruffly, "but it so happens I need more fucking."

"Then I'll sit on your cock and pump it out of you up my cunt, daddy."

Albert lay flat on his back, his legs together, his hands on his chest. Susan crawled over him walking on her knees until her cunt was over his erection. She giggled once but seized his giant cock and steered it into the warmth and wetness of her cunt. Then, making a face as she manipulated, she settled down over his penis until her cunt had swallowed all of it.

"Oh, it's so long and large tonight, daddy. Whatever makes it so long and large?"

"It's generally this way, child," he said.

"Please don't call me 'child,' daddy."

"I'm sorry. I apologize. It's just that every now and then I think of you as being...what was it, ten, eleven years old...that first time you wanted me to fuck you."

Susan giggled again. "Oh, daddy, you ladder." She did not mean this as a pun. "You were the one who wanted to do the fucking. I didn't even know what it was then."

"Oh, yes," he pretended to remember. "It must have been Doris who asked me to fuck her when she was eleven."

"I wouldn't be surprised, daddy. Doris is an awfully hot girl."

"So are you, dear. Very hot. Can you...move up and down now and work me off?"

"Sure, daddy. Just leave it to Susan. Susan is the best sit-down-and-fuck-daddy girl in the world."

"I have to admit you do this very well, honey," he told her, meaning it.

Susan began to move her cunt up and down on his erection, rubbing his hard flesh with her soft, wet inner body in a way that was enough to make an ordinary man explode immediately. Albert Gore, however, was no ordinary man. He had been fucking his daughters for years, and he knew their sexual tricks and maneuvers, every one of them. Susan was a great one for kissing, for instance, though in a position such as this one, there wasn't much left to kiss, save his mouth, and she probably could not reach him there without breaking the cock-cunt contact.

"Does my cunt feel good wrapped about your cock, daddy?" she asked without stopping her movement.

Albert liked the way she had put it. "Yes, honey, your cunt feels good wrapped about my cock. My cock likes it, the feel of your warm cunt."

"Oh, daddy." Susan leaned over and kissed his cheek, miraculously not breaking contact with him lower down. She straightened up a little. "Suck my titties, daddy, while my cunt fucks off your cock."

Albert grinned tightly. God, she certainly had a way of talking that made a man as excited as hell. Many times he had tried to decide which of his six daughters was the hottest of the bunch, but he could never make up his mind for certain. It seemed to be a question of which girl he was having intercourse with at the time he attempted to make the decision. If he was with Susan, he thought she was the hottest. If Doris was sucking his prick frantically, he would think she was the one with the most passion. That was the way it went. He could not decide definitely, and this made for a very pleasant life. Albert had congratulated himself so many times on being a lucky man, he had forgotten how many.

"Suck my titties, daddy," Susan repeated, a tiny frown on her pretty face. "That is, if you want to. I don't want my daddy sucking my titties if he doesn't want to."

"Of course I want to, dear. I just was...thinking about something." Albert lifted his head with an effort, and because she was leaning over him, had no difficulty in taking a tit between his lips and sucking it. The tit was wonderfully soft and warm and stimulating. He knew it was probably not true but it felt as if his already enormous cock became slightly bigger.

"Oh...daddy...your cock...it's getting so...big...how can it get any...bigger...dear me," Susan gasped.

Albert, her tit still in his mouth, began a slow upward fucking movement. Susan placed her hands on his hips to steady herself, and he was able to go deeply into her cunt even as she gasped and moved her loins in a sort of counter action to his. The effect of this was to cause Albert to lose control, and with her tit in his mouth yet, he exploded his jism up her cunt with such ferocity that it immediately drained out of her cunt and ran down on his own flesh. Albert didn't pay any attention to this. He sucked her tit savagely as he pumped out the contents of his penis, squirting wildly into his young daughter's hole, and then slumping back on the pillow, her body following his, contact not being broken between his inflamed cock and her eager cunt, while he sucked wildly on her young-girl tit.

Then, he was gone from her room ready to take on one of his other daughters as soon as he had had a couple drinks of wine to steady him. He drank them quickly. Albert often operated in this fashion, going from one daughter to another, with a drink of wine in between. When the "hots," as he called them, struck him there was nothing for him to do, sometimes, but to fuck all of his daughters, all six of them. One daughter was never enough when this madness came over him-it required many cunts to gratify him.

Debbie was to be number four on his list for the night.

Debbie was almost a duplicate of Doris except that she was only sixteen and had blue eyes rather than green ones, as did Doris. Debbie's titties were somewhat smaller than Doris's but then, what girl's were not? Doris had breasts that were unbelievably large while Debbie's were smaller, perhaps better shaped and stood straight out from her torso in the most maddening manner imaginable. A man could simply look at Debbie naked and go off provided he was virile enough. Albert Gore had once done this very thing, and he recalled it now as he crept into bed with his hot-blooded, sixteen-year-old daughter. Like the other three, she was sleeping soundly as he ran his hand up her nude, smooth leg, stopping at her cunt and thrust a finger into it carefully but meaningfully. Debbie came awake faster than had the other girls.

"Hello, daddy," she said, sounding for all the world just like the others. Albert liked his kids to call him daddy when he was fucking them or about to do so. There was something about hearing the word from the kids' mouths that made him especially passionate. "Did you want to fuck me, daddy?" she went on, turning on her side and lifting one leg so he might get his finger further inside her cunt, apparently.

Instead of poking it in further, Albert withdrew it and licked it, loving the taste of the cunt secretions that had clung to his finger.

"How's my little girl?" he asked softly, his lips at her ear.

"Sleepy, daddy, but ready to fuck you if that is what you want from me."

"How nice," he returned. "You're very sweet, Debbie."

"Thank you, daddy. But you didn't say if you wanted to fuck me or not. Do you, or do you want me to cop your joint?"

"I think I'll just...leave it up to you. How do you want to gain your satisfaction this time?" Albert was smart-he generally switched things around so that it appeared his daughters were trying to fuck him instead of the opposite.

She did not answer but he felt her moving down on the bed, then felt her soft hands clutching at his hips, her warm, wet lips circling his dripping erection. He heard her squeal with delight when he squirted a little into her mouth and immediately she began sucking his penis using a very fast head-bobbing movement. Ah...this was nice. This was so...damned nice. Being sucked by one's sixteen-year-old daughter was a wonderful sensation. It tended to make a man glad he was alive.

She placed her hands under his balls, lifting them gently as her lips and tongue went to work on his sensitive penis.

"My dear Debbie," he gasped. "I swear I'm going to blow it down your throat if you keep this up."

"Oh, daddy," she cried thickly. "Please blow your goo down my throat. I love it. Please don't wait, blow it now."

He could very easily have filled her eager mouth despite the fact that he had already gone off in the bodies of Doris, Diane and Susan, but for some unexplainable reason, he did not do so.

He was terribly hot and the urge to blow was strong, but he wanted something more. It came to him then what it was. Turning his body about on the bed-even as she continued to furiously suck his cock, he placed his lips near her young cunt and kissed the soft, warm flesh tenderly. A moment later he lifted her leg and got his head between her thighs, kissing the flesh all around him with great passion. He found her cunt then and delicately slipped the tip of his tongue into the charmed entrance. He began to wiggle his tongue about rapidly and was rewarded by hearing her cry out with delight time after time. Even though she made these sounds her cock-sucking efforts had not diminished, but on the contrary had increased in fury and passion. It was now getting to the point where Albert had to fight to retain. He very much wanted to retain awhile longer so he might work her up to an even higher pitch by sucking and tonguing her tight, little cunt.

This he did and continued to do.

"Daddy, your cock tastes like you had it in all the other girls. Have you, daddy?"

He lifted his mouth away from her delicious cunt. "What, dear?" he asked, not having clearly heard her question. "What did you say?"

"I asked you if you had fucked all the other girls tonight."

"No, dear," he replied honestly. "I still have you and Sharon to do."

She had removed her wet lips from his quivering penis. "Sometime, daddy, will you let me suck you off before you've stuck it up the cunts of the others?"

"Why certainly, honey. Tomorrow night, maybe, I'll do just that."

"Oh, daddy, you're so nice to all of us."

"I try to be fair," he said.

"Will you please suck my cunt again and make me come, daddy? And daddy...," she went on, "please blow your stuff in my mouth soon. I want to swallow it."

"Very well, dear. Please resume sucking it."

"All right, daddy. Mmmmm, I love to suck your prick. You have the nicest prick in...all the world."

There it was again, this compliment. "How would you know, honey? You've never sucked another cock, have you? "

Just as the others had done, Debbie giggled. "Of course not, daddy. Why would I want to suck some boy's prick when I have my own sweet daddy's very large one to work on. Boys pricks aren't much anyway."

"And how do you know that?"

She hesitated for just a fraction of a minute.

"Well, at school, there's this hole in the wall between the boys' room and the girls' room. We know the boys sneak peeks at us all the time, but they don't know we steal peeks at them more. I bet I've seen the prick of every boy in school, except old sissy-cat Percy Aimes. He won't go to the boy's room at all, they say. He goes out behind the coal shed or somewhere when he has to piss, though he's such an awful sissy he would never think of it as pissing. He's the kind that would call it making water or something."

Albert Gore lay back on the bed, laughing. It was not until she began to kiss his balls and crotch that he was able to stop. When her hungry lips went around his enormous cock, he returned to kissing and tonguing her twat, which was very wet and hot and just the way he liked it to be.

"How nice your twat is, dear," he murmured. "So wet and hot and lovely."

"Thank you, daddy," she cried out, her words thick sounding because she had his prick between her lips. "Your cock is so nice to suck on. I'd rather suck daddy's cock," she went on as if talking to a third party, "than anyone else's in the world. My daddy has the hottest cock you'll ever find."

"Thank you, dear," Albert returned, his lips sucking at her wet inner cunt, for she had opened her cunt considerably, and it was easier to get inside it.

Debbie's head was bobbing for quite a period of time before Albert realized that they were doing it in the dark instead of having the light turned on as had been the case with his three older daughters. He deliberated on this for a while, trying to decide which way was better in the dark or with the lights on. He decided that both ways had their good points. It was easier to concentrate in the dark, for example, while it was, of course, more pleasurable to be able to see the daughter's charms. He almost sighed even as his tongue tip ran the length of her small cunt. Debbie probably had the smallest cunt of the six girls. He wondered about this. Why would one girl's cunt be smaller than another's? All of them had received about the same amount of fucking from his enormous penis so that could not be the reason. Oh, well . . .

Albert got his mind off this and returned to concentrating on the young lovely cunt that was pressed against his lips and tongue.

"Daddy, dear," Debbie cried, "please blow your cock off in my mouth."

It must have been the way she said it that caused him to lose control and release suddenly. He had wanted to work her up to an even higher pitch, but this was not to be. His cock began to squirt furiously, and when it did so, he felt her sucking mouth working on his cock in a frenzied manner. Debbie was a very good cock-sucker-probably the best of his six daughters. He never understood why this should be true, but it was. Her mouth was not different from the others. It must have been her urge to suck that made the difference. At any rate, when Debbie sucked his cock it felt like his asshole was going to fall out of him. Now, as his cock gushed its fluid, she was sucking the swollen tube as if she might never again have the opportunity. Albert Gore was forced to cease kissing and tonguing her cunt-he simply could not concentrate on enjoying the happenings at both ends of his body at the same time. Not now he couldn't. Sometimes he could do this. It depended on which of his daughters was sucking his cock. With Debbie-well, it was just impossible usually, and this was one of the times.

Finally, he stopped squirting, and Debbie ran her lips and tongue over his penis, cleansing it and swallowing his goo while smacking her lips and making little cooing sounds.

"You like sucking me off, don't you, dear?" Albert asked, his head now resting on a pillow.

She ran her tongue over the head of his cock once more and then removed her lips from him. "Oh, daddy, sometimes I wish you had fifteen pricks...so I could suck all of them. I just love to suck you off, daddy. I like the way you squirt your stuff between my lips. It makes me feel happy."

"It makes me feel happy, too, honey," he said softly, patting her sweat-soaked hair. "You're a lovely little cock-sucker, I must say."

"Oh, daddy," she squealed. "That makes me so hot to hear you call me that."

My, he thought, what a fine bunch of kids I have. What man could ask for more? I get all the fucking and sucking that other men only dream of getting. I'm an extremely fortunate guy. Aloud he said, "I'm glad it makes you hot, dear. I like to have all my girls hot all the time."

She kissed the side of his face wetly. "Want me to suck your balls, daddy? I'd love to, you know. I'll even suck your asshole if you'd like that, stick my tongue up it and make believe I'm fucking it."

Albert smiled in the darkness. "Turn on the light, dear. I want to look at you."

The light came on quickly. Her tits stood out prominently and in such a manner that he was tempted to suck them, but he did not. He had already gone off four times this night, and he had two more daughters to take care of. No, he had better not fool around with Debbie anymore. He had better get out of her bed and let her drop off to sleep again.

"Daddy," she said suddenly, "you aren't going to leave me, are you?"

Albert was already out of the bed and standing on the floor, naked. "Yes, dear. I must get on with it." He did not explain what he meant she knew perfectly well what he meant.

Debbie sighed. "Oh, dear me...I did so want to suck your asshole, daddy. Could you come back after you have fucked the others?"

Albert smiled at his sixteen-year-old beauty. "Perhaps, honey. We'll see how daddy feels later. Good-bye for now, honey."

"Good-bye, daddy. I mean good night, daddy. If you get hot and need to be sucked off, please come to me. I promise I'll suck you off better next time."

"You mustn't talk like that, dear," he told her, frowning ever so little. "Don't you cut yourself down. As I told you earlier, you are a very excellent cock-sucker. I like the way you suck me off. You do a very good job of it, and I love it. There now...does that make you feel better?"

"Oh...daddy," she sighed, "you're so nice to us."