Chapter 2
Marsha Felton was cute rather than pretty. She had a childishly fresh, pug-nosed vivacity that belied her thirty-four years. At five feet two inches, one hundred and ten pounds, and measurements of 36-24-34, she was exactly the same size as her seventeen-year-old daughter, Susan, and was often mistaken' for the girl's twin sister.
She wore her reddish-brown hair cropped short, just as her daughter did, and they wore each other's mini-skirts and hot pants interchangeably. Most of the time both of them had big, easygoing grins on their lush-mouthed, freckled faces. As their tall, handsome husband and father paced the floor before them now, however, neither Marsha nor Susan was grinning, nor even smiling.
"And that's the story in a nutshell," Chester Felton said, slapping both of his thighs heavily to punctuate the hopelessness of the situation. "I had depended upon Dad's leaving us enough that we could get out of this rat race, take it easy for the rest of our lives, but as you can see, he didn't leave us a cent.
"Our only chance to get anything of the fabled, practically nonexistent Felton fortune would be for either you or Susan to get pregnant, and deliver a live, healthy son before one of the chicks in Carl's coop pulls the trick. That's out of the question, of course, and we won't even discuss it."
"Well, I can certainly see why you waited for Thea to go to bed before breaking the news to us," Susan said, "and since you did wait, I can only assume that you do want to discuss it."
"No, I don't," Chet replied much too hastily. "I only waited for Thea to go to bed because I knew that we would be talking about Carl's family and the fact that they would be fucking like rabbits, and I don't think that Thea should be exposed to such talk yet. Since you were sixteen, Marsha and I have had no secrets from you. You know that we swing, we know that you have a quite active sex life, so we can say anything in your presence, but I want to keep Thea out of this. She's only fourteen."
"Tomorrow's Thea's birthday," Marsha reminded him. "She'll be fifteen."
"So what," Chet snapped almost in anger, "she's still just a child. I don't want her even thinking of sex before she is sixteen."
"Oh crap, Daddy, this is 1976, not 1880. I lost my cherry when I was fourteen and so did Mommy. She told me."
"What the hell is this?" Chet cried, staring from his wife's face to his daughter's. "You two act like you want Thea in on this-like-like-you're both considering getting pregnant, and on top of that-like-like you actually want Thea in on it. I won't hear of it-case closed."
"Get serious, Chet," Marsha said flatly, "we have all been waiting for that money too long and too hard to try to pretend now that it doesn't mean that much to us now. I want another baby about as much as I want TB, but damnit, I'm game. You know I haven't been on the pill for about six months now, because the doctor told me to take a break. Just forget using rubbers for awhile, and let's get started."
Chet's entire face lit up. "All right, all right," he said, running his hands through his long, dark hair, "uhh, how about you, Susy? I mean-uh-you don't have to if you don't want to, but. . ."
"You know I will, Daddy. I'm going to have babies one of these days, anyhow, so why not now. Only problem is the dude I'm going with now is a great lay, but a loser just about every other way, and I don't want a baby by him."
"As pretty and as popular as you are, darling," Marsha said, "I'm sure you won't have any problem finding the man to do it. Just get started soon, I'm sure that Betty and all three of her girls are flat on their asses right now with men standing in line to fuck them.
"Get on the phone and call somebody right now. Thea sleeps like a log. You can fuck right out here in the living room, or take him to the family room in the basement."
"Oh Mom, I don't want to be difficult, I swear it," Susan wailed, "but I can't think of a single boy. Give me some time to think-don't rush me."
"Take all the time you want," Marsha said, getting up from the couch, and reaching for Chet's hand, "just get a man over here tonight. I'm going into the bedroom now with Chet for my first injection. Let's me and you have a race-the last one pregnant is ah old douche bag."
All Marsha had been wearing was a loose mini-dress, and as she preceded her husband into the master bedroom, she shucked the tiny garment over her head.
Chet never tired of looking at the sexy, compact little bodies of his wife and older daughter, and his massive cock sprang so hard as he gazed at her firm, bold, succulent-looking ass cheeks that he hastily unzipped his pants to give it breathing room.
As he hurried out of his clothes, he wondered who the lucky stud was who would soon be doing to Susan out on the couch the same thing that he was about to do to Marsha in bed. "Ill bet her little pussy is as hot and tight as all shit," he mused to himself as he pulled off his shorts and T-shirt and fell into bed between Marsha's spread thighs.
"This has really got me hot, honey," Marsha whispered as she reached down between them to guide Chet's long, thick, beloved cock into her moist, burning cunt. "I feel like I felt when we were trying for the girls. Remember how hot I stayed, couldn't get enough?"
"God yes," Chet groaned, marveling at Marsha's tightness, her slickness as he shoved his cock deep into her steamy love channel, "me, too. Your pussy seems to get better when you're in heat like this-Jeezz, I love to fuck you anytime, but shooting for a baby is pure heaven."
"How is this going to affect our swinging?" Marsha asked, swiveling her ass up to meet his thrusts, loving the impact of his cockhead bouncing off her womb. "I mean, what if I get pregnant by somebody else?"
"Don't sweat it," Chet grunted, really slugging cock into her receptive body now for all he was worth, "we need all the help we can get. In fact, we should increase the swinging action, invite more men, accept more invitations. We've got to make it, baby."
"Well, I hope Susy will get off of her ass and get into the act," Marsha said. "These kids today pretend to be so sexually free and sophisticated, but put them to the test, and they're just as square and hung-up as we were."
"Don't worry about her," Chet grinned. "I left the bedroom door open on purpose. If seeing us in action doesn't get her ready to fuck anything with a cock, her case is hopeless anyway."
"You sneaky bastard," Marsha giggled, peeking over Chet's shoulder into the lighted living room. "Oh my gosh, your strategy is backfiring."
"What do you mean?"
"She's sitting on the couch, staring right in here at us, and frigging her clit as though there were no tomorrow."
"Oh shit, this I've got to see," Chet whispered hoarsely, ducking his head as though he were about to begin sucking her nipple.
Looking back under his own armpit, Chet's breath caught sharply as his bugged eyes fell on the most exciting scene that he could remember ever having witnessed.
Susan was sitting with one of her legs draped over the arm of the couch and the other lying flat out on the couch cushion. Her red bikini panties hung in a wrinkled ring around her left ankle, and she held the hem of her mini up to her breasts with her left hand as she frantically fanned her turgid clit with three stiffened fingers of her right.
"Oh God, darling, fuck me-fuck me harder-I'm coming!" Marsha shrieked suddenly, triggering Chet's orgasm, which had begun to rise as soon as he saw what his daughter was doing.
"Arrgghhhh!" Chet groaned wrenchingly, humping like a rabbit before stiffening and allowing his thick, hot come to spurt achingly into Marsha's womb.
Susan leaped to her feet and, with her panties still dangling from her ankle, dashed hurriedly into her and Thea's bedroom. As she closed the door softly behind her, her eyes sprang wide and her breath caught sharply.
Thea was naked on her bed, lying-or almost lying, since only her head, shoulders, and feet touched the sheet-in a tense, spraddle-legged arch. Her big green eyes were clamped tightly shut, her thick, coral pink bottom lip was being chewed by her big white teeth, and her left hand was balled into a fist, tangled in her long, red hair.
Three fingers of her right hand were twirling so fast over her swollen, pulsating clitoris that they were only a vibrating blur. A gurgling, choking moan was tearing its way out of her throat as her impending orgasm lifted her higher and higher.
Susan grew weak in the knees and had to lean heavily against the door as she stared at her younger sister doing the same thing that she had been doing only seconds earlier. Thea was the prettier of the two. She had her father's devilish good looks, was already two inches taller than either Susan or Marsha, and though her breasts were still firm little grapefruit-sized hillocks, it was obvious that they were going to be the largest in the family. Her waist-length red hair was matched by a fiery pubic bush that was already as thick as Susan's.
"My God," Susan whispered to herself, reaching between her thighs to stroke her still wet and burning cunt, "I want to fuck so bad-why can't I think of somebody-I've got to be fucked tonight, or I'll go crazy."
Only Thea's shaded bedside lamp was on in the room, but Susan could still clearly see her thick-lipped, slimy pink cunt spread open and oozing from having just pulled no less than three fingers out of the pulsing, enflamed hole.
"Ohhhh my goodness-goodness-GOOOOOD-NESSSSSl" Thea cried, flopping down weakly on her back, and letting her breath escape with a loud whoosh. "Jeezus, it gets better every time."
Opening her eyes and seeing her sister standing, watching her, Thea gasped, flung her splayed thighs together, and sat up blushing.
"S-Susan-I-I-thought you were-uhhh, out on a date-how long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough," Susan said, still leaning against the door, still fingering her burning cunt.
"Oh well, you knew I do it to myself-I've told you-so I guess it doesn't matter if you caught me in the act. You do it, too; you're playing with your pussy now. Did watching me make you hot?"
"No," Susan answered, stroking her clit in earnest now, reaching for that orgasm that had been interrupted. "Watching Mom and Dad fuck was what drove me out of my gourd."
"You mean they let you watch?" Thea cried excitedly. "My gosh, Mom talks to you about screwing, even Dad talks to you about it. Now you say they let you watch them. I wish they didn't treat me like a baby. I've never seen anybody do it. Are they still doing it?"
"No, they're through, and they didn't let me watch; they were fucking in bed and forgot to close the door. I watched them from the couch."
"Ohhh, sis, you're driving me crazy doing that," Thea whispered, staring bug-eyed at her older sister's fingers twirling like miniature propellers over her fat, red clit. "Come on, lie down beside me, get comfortable. My clit is too sore to do it again so soon, but it turns me on to watch you. Remember what I told you Janney and I used to do to each other? Do you want me to do that to you?"
"N-nooo," Susan gasped, feeling her orgasm rising, clutching, clawing, digging at her clit, "I-Id-don't want your tongue, I-want a c-cock-I w-want t-to-f-f-fuck-arrghhhhhhl"
The orgasm lifted Susan up on her toes. She leaned against the door for a moment getting her breath, then walked over to flop down on her own bed.
"Why aren't you out with Arthur? You told me that you two screw almost every night. Mom and Dad don't care. Gosh, if they'd let me, I'd be letting some boy do it to me day and night."
"I'm sick of Arthur. He's just a cock with no brains, and every other dude I can think of is just the opposite, brains with no cock."
"Tell me about Mom and Dad. I've never seen his cock hard. Is it much bigger than it it soft? If it is, I don't know how Mom can take it;"
"It is the biggest, most gorgeous hunk of meat imaginable," Susan replied wistfully. "God, it's monstrous. It looks like it's at least ten inches long, and can he ever use it. Mom takes every inch and loves it. God, watching those two fuck is something else. If I could find a man like Dad, they sure wouldn't have to tell me to get fucked by him."
"Do you mean they actually tell you to fuck?"
"They did tonight. They told me to get Arthur over here, that he could fuck me right here in the house."
"You gotta be kidding, sis. I don't believe you. Why would they tell you that, when they try to keep sex away from me like I'm somebody's baby?"
"Listen, I'm going to tell you what's going on around here, but you better not breathe a word. You're not supposed to be in this."
Susan told Thea about the baby contest, and the part that she and Marsha were playing in it. When she finished Thea stared at her in wide-eyed, unbelieving excitement.
"Damnit," the younger girl said, "it just isn't fair for you and Mom to have all the fun. Hell, I'm fourteen, I'll be fifteen tomorrow-it's after 10:00, I'll be fifteen in less than two hours. Why can't I get in it?"
"Don't ask me, ask Dad-those were his orders. Keep you out of it, because you're too young. But you'd better not say anything to either of them, because they'd know that I told you about this, and I promised I wouldn't."
"I've been wanting to fuck for years," Thea wailed, "and now I'm so horny I could fuck a stray dog. Please, Sue, you can talk to Mom and Dad-tell them I'm ready-tell them I'm already fucking on the sly. I'll fuck anybody they tell me to. The man I'd really love to fuck is Daddy. Every time I see his dick I want it inside me."
"Me, too," Susan sighed, "and after seeing that big thing slamming in and out of Mom's cunt tonight, I want it so bad I can almost taste it."
"Tell him," Thea said.
"Tell him what?"
"That you want to fuck him. What have you got to lose. They talk to you about fucking, anyway. The worst he can do is say no."
"You know I think I'll do just that," Susan said, standing up and slipping out of her mini-dress. "Ill give it a try right now-wish me luck."