Chapter 9
I didn't see Jerry for the next couple of days. When I got to breakfast he'd already left the house and after school I found no one waiting for me by the gate. He stayed out at football practice or whatever, came home after midnight, and was gone again at the crack of dawn. That worried me. No doubt he was filled with guilt, and I could have easily made him feel better. Still, he was a strong man and I felt sure he'd work it out somehow.
What worried me more was Burt. He had apparently accepted Judy's story about going on an excursion, and he told me how he was looking forward to her return so they'd be able to take up where they'd left off. I hadn't the heart to tell him the real situation, nor could I find a girl to take her place. There was nothing for it but to await the showdown. Will, luckily, had met a girl whom he really liked, and that took some pressure off me. As for Mom and Mason, they were fucking up a storm every day that Dad was out of the way.
I was, for the first time in my life, free. If I'd wanted to I could have spent the night with Al, Mr. Harris, or Mr. Ross, and no one would have said anything about it. But for some reason I hung back. Well, with Al it wasn't really a matter of choice. He was terrified of Jerry and refused to come near me. And with Mr. Harris I wasn't just reluctant, I didn't want to know him! Mr. Ross, on the other hand, continued to tempt me. Why didn't I go with him? It was for two reasons: the itch no longer bothered me, and being free to do what I wanted made it all less urgent. He was there, I was here, and anytime I wanted him to lay me all I had to do was whistle. Besides, final exams were getting closer. I wanted to graduate, if only to be able to strike out into the world. My parents wanted me to go on to college, of course, but that could come later.
So I gave my pussy a rest for a couple of days and let my asshole convalesce. The diary suffered for it, of course. There was nothing to add to all those torrid adventures except some confused ruminations about life, sex, and sex.
Dad came home Saturday morning, looking tanned and invigorated. A little while later the phone rang and Judy spoke to Burt, asking if she could come over. He was on cloud nine but I crossed my fingers. Mom had taken Dad aside and they were talking so none of us could hear. As if there wasn't enough tension in the house, Jerry chose this moment to reappear. We looked at each other for a moment, both wondering what to say. But then he winked at me and walked on as if nothing had happened between us. Obviously he had sorted the whole thing out in his head.
"Well, it's about time we came out with it!" I heard Mom tell Dad. He tried to shush her but she went right on: "No, don't try to muffle me, I mean it! What are we anyway, kids? Perhaps it gives you pleasure to play these secret little games, but I say it's time we brought our dirty linen out into the open and aired it."
"Don't talk like that," he said, "not in front of the children. It'll only disillusion them."
"You're out of touch," Mom said sharply. While you've been chasing little girls your children have grown up. I wouldn't be surprised if Wanda is more sexually mature than you are."
"Don't be stupid. She's just a little girl."
"She's as old as Judy." Fortunately Burt was out of the room, but I was all ears. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself," Mom went on, "taking Burt's girlfriend away from him for your own pleasures. Now she's coming over here, and what for? To tell him she likes you better? How's that going to affect him?"
"I know, I know." Dad shook his head and gazed out of the window. "I didn't want it to happen, it just did. The boy has to know the truth sooner or later."
"Well, I'll tell you what," said Mom, "I'm not going to put up with - this sneaking around anymore. You might as well know that Mason and I have been sleeping together for a long time, that your daughter is far from being a virgin, and that your kids are as wise as you are. For my part, I'm willing to live and let live. If you want to bring your girls home, that's fine, just let us do what we want to do."
That stunned him. He stared at her, then at me, tried to speak, failed, and finally resorted to lighting a cigarette. "I don't believe any of that," he said at last. "My little girl... and you and Mason... no, that's not possible."
"Believe it or not, that's how it is."
"It's all my fault," he muttered, "I'm to blame for neglecting my family and my wife. How can you ever forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive," Mom told him briskly. "You're the only one here with a bad conscience." So saying, she stood up and walked out. Dad looked crushed. He slumped in his chair and drew on his cigarette as if it were his last. I felt sorry for him. Letting one cat out of the bag at a time would have been the more decent way of handling this situation, but Mom had let them all bolt. I went over to him and perched on the armrest of his chair, placing my arm over his shoulder and hugging him softly.
We sat like that for quite a while. Eventually he looked up at me and said, "You're the one I'm most worried about. I never wanted you to be brutalized by the outside world. Never!"
"I wasn't, Dad. As a matter of fact, it's the best thing that ever happened to me."
"You mean . . . sex was the best thing that ever happened to you? How could you say that? Men use women, you know!"
"So far it seems to have been a fair exchange," I said soothingly, stroking his hair. "But no matter how many men I have, Dad, you'll always be my favorite."
"Will I?" He looked foolishly pleased and then I recalled what Mom had told me—that she suspected Dad had a crush on me.
"Always. You're handsomer, smarter, and a lot sexier than any man I've run across."
"Oh, baby, you don't know how happy that makes me," he said, drawing me toward him to kiss me fondly. It was a short kiss, just a paternal peck, but somehow we didn't know when to stop. The peck turned into a kiss, the kiss turned into an expression of desire, and then went on to become an act of pure lust! I knew it was crazy even while it was happening but it was too late to stop. I kind of swooned into his arms and ended up on his lap, returning his passionate kiss with equal ardor. Under me his cock sprang into life, long and hard, throbbing against my pussy through our clothing with all the vitality of a vibrator. And then his hand touched my knee, caressed it briefly, and slid along the inside of my thigh until it reached my panties. I wanted him with all my heart and the fact that we were sitting in the kitchen in full view of anyone who might come downstairs only made it more exciting for me.
"Daddy, Daddy," I murmured, kissing his face at random, "I've always wanted this to happen. Make love to me, please!"
"I will, baby, I will," he whispered, and his fingers slipped down into my panties and began to titillate my pussy expertly. While he rubbed me the right way we continued to kiss fiercely, licking and sucking at each other like cannibals. He held my cunt with his whole hand, one finger deep inside my moist cavity, and squeezed it in a way that made me tremble with desire. I hadn't thought much about making love with my father until then, but now everything burst loose. How many secret fantasies had haunted my dreams? The passion I experienced wasn't without its past, it had to have been building up for years. I moved my ass over his dick shamelessly and rested one foot on the table to give him free access to my cunt, aching for stronger pleasures. He managed to get my panties off with the minimum of cooperation from me, and when they were out of the way he lifted my legs so that they came to rest on his shoulders, my crotch just inches from his face.
I rested back on the table and shuffled closer. Daddy took hold of my ass and brought me up to his mouth the way Orientals bring their bowls up close before they eat. Then, with his tongue poking out of his wide open mouth, he began to give me the licking of my life! Here was a man who'd burrowed into more pussies than he could remember, who had loved women with his tongue alone! What Jerry achieved with his fat nine-inch cock, what Al had done through sheer doggedness, what Will had done to me with the ocean and violence, Daddy did orally. He had a way of isolating my clitoris and sucking it back in between his teeth that made it hum with pleasure and send signals all through my body to activate every pocket of erotic delight secreted there. I writhed about in my uncomfortable position, ever eager to shove more of my cunt into his clever mouth, bucking and moaning, the slave of his passion, and when I came I just about drowned him and suffocated him in the one hit!
But it wasn't the first time a woman had lost her head over his tongue. Daddy gave me just enough time to recover, then started again. This time his tongue concentrated on my cunt hole, licking all around it, dipping in and out, making like a nervous little dick, and sucking all my flesh deep into his mouth, everything done with immaculate timing. Cups crashed to the floor as I thrashed about on the table, and I feebly tried to take off the rest of my clothes. That project had to be abandoned. Great orgasmic rushes caused something of an earthquake in my body, turning me into a gibbering, crying, helpless wreck. "Oh Daddy!" I squealed. "Daddy, Daddy, Don't stop! I love it, I love it. Oh my God, yessssssss, eat meeeeeeee!"
He needed no encouragement. My pussy felt as though it had been turned inside out. Vaguely I noted that there were other people in the room and that they were doing or saying something. Neither of us troubled to check it out. He sucked my cunt until it was time to pass on to the next phase, at which point he picked me up, took off my clothes, undid his fly, and revealed a monumental cock, upon which I hurried to perch. It sank into me like the part that had been missing all my life, the one I'd been searching for. I wrapped my arms about his neck and clung to him for dear life while that block of meat settled into place. Even before his glans touched the very bottom of my cunt a mighty climax burst loose in me and when I came out of that dive I found my teeth embedded in his neck. He didn't even notice. All he cared about was working his dick into me with sharp, powerful thrusts.
While I was lucid I looked over his shoulder and found the family engaged in an orgy! At first I thought I was hallucinating, but no— they were there, large as life! Mom and Mason were on the couch, fucking hammer-and-tongs; behind them was Will, cock in hand, masturbating to beat the band; and on the floor not far away, Burt was plowing into Judy with hereditary skill. Jerry was the only one who seemed left out. He stood at the door, frozen in a ridiculous attitude, mouth slack, eyes wide open, as if it was all too much for him. It couldn't have helped when Mom turned to Will and invited him to bring up the rear—her rear, to be exact.
I watched, fascinated, as Will lay down behind her and tried to insert his cock up her ass. There wasn't enough room so the other two got down on the carpet, lying on their sides to make it easy for him. Pretty soon Mom lay sandwiched between her boys, getting it from front and back, and her cries of earthy passion told me exactly how much she liked to be at the center of attention. Jerry hadn't budged. He stared at us, at Mom and the boys, at his youngest brother fucking the living daylights out of the pretty little redhead, and I really thought he'd go insane. At last he sank down in a chair and restlessly rubbed his crotch. It seemed he was getting into the party spirit.
I told Dad to take a look. He half turned in his chair and cast a glance at the assembly over his shoulder, then abruptly twisted all the way around, carrying me with him. "I don't believe it!" he muttered. "Pinch me, Wanda."
I responded by contracting my cunt muscles and that snapped him out of it. Still watching, he resumed his fuck, giving his dick an extra lift at every upthrust. Now that he was used to the idea it seemed to inspire him to greater heights, because within minutes he had everything swimming before my eyes again. Dad had to get a closer look. He picked me up and, without breaking his excruciating beat, he walked over and peered down at his wife, his kids, and his former girlfriend, shaking his head and stowing it into me for all he was worth. When he was satisfied that it was all true he laid me out on the recently vacated couch and did me over in the missionary position.
In between racing up to the peaks of ecstasy I managed to keep a close eye on the proceedings. Will had the tightest hole of them all and was first to finish. Mom, ever mindful of her children, called over to Jerry to fill the vacancy. And Jerry, still in a daze, dropped his pants and brought his formidable weapon over. This would be good, I thought as I watched Mom's eyes widen at the sight of her oldest boy's growth. Sure enough, when he shoved it up her she let out a scream that made everyone stop and look. Even with Will's sperm streaming out of her it was a task to fit all of Jerry in. But once he was settled she could hardly concentrate on anything else. Mason was reduced to an accessory, for once. Not that he minded. While Jerry fucked her ass he plugged away stolidly at her cunt, waiting for his time to come again. He even winked at me when he caught me looking at him.
Dad surprised me by blowing his wad while I was off guard. It was like having Reddy-Whip can inserted up my box with the nozzle turned to full blast! A great dollop of cream filled me and, since I hadn't been prepared for it, threw me off balance to leave me floundering in the morass of dense emotions. But he kept on moving his cock around in my flooded pussy, kissing me ardently until we both wore down.
"Come over here, Jack" my mother said. She looked up out of her laboring lovers' embraces and opened her mouth wide as if to invite him to fill her other orifice. Dad looked shy for a moment but he didn't dare refuse her. Mason moved back out of the way to let him in and Dad sat on his knees and bent over to dangle his wet cock over his wife's mouth. Mom wrapped her arms around his waist and used him to lift herself up until all of his cock disappeared between her lips. I saw them move around it, masturbating him back into erectness in a surprisingly short time. But the atmosphere was so supercharged with sex that he would have gotten hard even without that kind of stimulation. It was nice to sit there, completely satisfied, watching the rest of my family fucking and making out. We had never been closer than we were at that moment.
Grunts resounded through the room. First it was Burt, shooting his load into Judy's auburn cunt. Then Jerry came up Mom's ass and Mason followed suit. As soon as they were done Dad pushed them away from his wife, rolled her over on her back, and mounted her with a look of grim determination in his eyes. I held my breath as he shoved his cock up her—would they make it? I hoped so, I really did. If Mom was to be believed, this was the first time in years that he'd wanted to make love to her, and I had no reason to disbelieve her.
They looked like two old dancing partners having a reunion. All of us gathered around and watched them harmonize. Dad knew precisely what Mom wanted and when, adjusting the angle of entry, his speed, and his caresses in accordance with the funny little sounds she produced. Distended and creamy as her cunt was, she managed to make it work for him. I guessed she knew how to control her vaginal muscles by this time. Dad certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. He threw the full weight of his body into every thrust, and held the cheeks of her big ass in both hands. I lived it with her, experiencing her every climax, her every thrill, the moment she had them. The only problem was that I wasn't getting it!
My brothers understood that problem. Jerry took me on his lap and pushed his cock up my pussy, Will occupied my ass, and Mason got up on the couch behind Jerry and leaned on his shoulders to feed me his long, limp cock. I did my best for all of them but my ears were attuned to the sounds coming from my parents. Mom's cries were strong and ecstatic, Dad's groans were at an equal pitch, and the more they fucked the more pleasure I got from my brothers. Stuffed full of cock from all sides, surrounded by love, I felt myself coming to a cosmic climax, the kind I'd had a taste of in the past but never expected to have.
That was the end of me. My brothers continued to fuck me but I couldn't respond. Mason's dick fell out of my mouth as I slumped forward into Jerry, and from there on I bobbed about on his lap as helpless as a doll while they took their pleasure out on me. Mason took over where Will left off but I was glad when they were all done. Enough, axiomatically, is enough.
It was a different family that came down for dinner that evening. We were all glowing somehow and every look carried a special significance. Even Judy, not actually a part of the Fuller clan, was included in this tightly drawn circle. Dad quipped at one point in the evening that he was going to take out adoption papers for her. All of us thought that was a good idea. She sat close to Burt, now that she had deciphered the various allegiances, and Mom and Dad sat close to each other. We had done what every family secretly wishes it could do, and in doing it we had passed an awesome obstacle in human relations.
Of course I realized that the evening was in itself a climax, one that could never be recaptured. And as the weeks went by the thrill faded perceptibly. We all began to look to the outside world once more for our satisfaction, and the family binges that had occupied us for a good deal of the time after that fateful Saturday subsided. Only Mom and Dad grew closer. She confided in me that now that Dad had satisfied his inmost desires (namely me), he was able to concentrate on his spouse much more.
As for me ... well, I gave Mr. Ross a tumble and he turned out to be quite mediocre. Rumor had it that he liked the girls at the school best because they didn't know anything. And for an experienced woman like me he had nothing new to offer. I tried a few of the other teachers, a couple of the students, with mixed results. By the time graduation rolled around the itch was back. It didn't worry me, though. Out there was a great big world filled with lovers of all kinds. And that was where I was headed, right into the thick of it!