Chapter 3
Two days after my lustful session with Joyce Sherman I got a promotion of sorts. It was in the form of a new apartment for which I paid nothing. George Sherman chuckled as he handed me the keys, an address and a folder describing my next subject.
"You could call it your
operating-room,' Jack. In a sense you're a surgeon, and every surgeon needs a well-equipped operating-room," he said jokingly. Happily, he didn't make any corny correlations about my scalpel. I glanced briefly at the synopsis in the dossier on my patient; P.S. Newgate.
As I drove to my new pad I weighed the various causes for my good fortune. It could be Joyce Sherman's way of rewarding me for a good, rousing fuck. Or maybe she and George had been well-pleased with the results I had achieved with Janet Judson. Another possibility came to my rather suspicious mind, also. They might have me slated for some really tough cases.
Thirty minutes after I arrived and inspected the new arena for future conquests, I decided my suspicions about tougher subjects was the correct evaluation. All a guy had to do was to open the door to any broad alive, show her around, feed her a drink and she'd fuck a monkey. The joint made Hugh Hefner's sex castle look like a goddamned monastery cell.
Ankle-deep, wine-red carpeting throughout; an enormous circular water bed; mirrors everywhere, not just above the bed but on the bathroom walls and ceiling, too. A fully stocked bar, a cabinet full of erotic rubber goods that would have made a porno buff orgasm at the sight, and a porno film library containing material hot enough to make Satan blush.
It was the little touches that intrigued me most. Take the inside doorknobs: each was a perfect bronze replica of an erect cock. So was the flushing handle on the toilet. The highball glasses in the small bar were formed like truncated phalluses with bases formed like large testicles. Any female who didn't respond to seduction in this sin-bin should hang it up and turn in her cunt for another asshole.
Still dazed by the wanton lust pervading the place, I was about to fix myself a blast at the bar when the door chimes sounded. Puzzled, I strode across the plush carpeting and opened the door.
She was a twenty-four carat solid sex-symbol, about twenty years old.
"Hi," she murmured, a bit shyly, "Am I early? This is Mr. Manley's place ... you are Jack Manley, aren't you?" As nervous as she was, her voice had that rich, husky timbre that voice coaches received thousands in fees to develop in movie starlets being groomed as sex-pots.
"I'm sorry Miss ..
"Pamela Newgate, but under the circumstances
'Pam' will do just fine," she said. "Joyce Sherman told me to be here at seven sharp. You are Mr. Manley?"
"Yes, ... please come in, Pam," I said warmly. 'I'm afraid Joyce failed to brief me completely, but with you we'll play it by feel."
It had suddenly dawned on me that this materialization from a wet dream was P.S. Newgate, my next subject. From the dossier I'd received, I had gotten the impression she was an over-muscled, undersexed gymnast. In my mind I'd conjured up a three-hundred-pound female ape. Instead I found myself gazing at a veritable sex-goddess. Jesus, what a succulent hunk of cunt.
Sparkling blue-violet eyes with long, platinum-colored lashes were set perfectly on either side of a perfectly shaped nose that ended in slightly flared nostrils. Below that perfect nose two full, velvety soft lips bisected the bottom third of a heart-shaped face. Two rows of perfect white teeth gleamed between those luscious lips.
And the hair! A natural platinum that caught every light ray. It was thick, lustrous and long, hanging like a shimmering cascade down to her waist. Two heavy, lush breasts jutted like succulent, flesh melons straining against the thin nylon of her tank-top blouse. Two ripe nipples were clearly defined at the crest of each lush mound. As I motioned her inside they moved heavily; rolling and jouncing with that free movement denoting the absence of a bra.
As she preceded me into the circular living room/bedroom combination, my cock began to swell as a result of my visual inventory. As my eyes continued their cataloging my hard-cn grew to full maturity.
Her white-gold hair hung down a perfectly shaped supple back and narrow waist. The waist flared into two of the most magnificent buttocks God ever created. No, the devil must have made these lustful, undulating butt cheeks. With each lithe, swaying step these full, rounded buttocks moved up and down heavily, grinding against each other in a rolling symphony of raw, pagan lust. Again, no panties, because the hip huggers molded to these mouth-watering buttocks weren't loose enough to hide telltale panty ridges. This luscious hunk of cunt wasn't wearing underclothes! That was odd for someone who supposedly was inhibited.
"Pam, please make yourself at home. Relax and TU fix us a little toddy," I said, trying to set a comfortable and relaxing mood.
"Thanks, Mr. Manley. I don't drink, ordinarily, but I guess progress would be enhanced if I had something."
"Why not start by calling me Jack? And your progress won't depend on booze. I think I can fix you something you will actually enjoy; mostly because it doesn't taste like hard liquor." I fixed myself a Scotch and mixed her a Pernod cocktail. Pernod tastes like licorice soda pop but strikes like a cobra, after the third belt.
I handed her the cocktail and settled myself on the opposite end of the long, super-soft couch. She was lounging back against the arm with one leg hanging down to the floor and the other curled under her luscious butt. She had a smooth, tanned stomach that flowed into a softly rounded belly. Her ripe, rounded thighs joined her torso and formed a beautiful crotch. A deep notch lay in the center, formed by two thick, firm labia. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to accommodate the steel-hard erection I couldn't seem to lose. Her eyes furtively scanned the bulge in my slacks. I saw a spark of lust glitter briefly. Don't ever let a woman tell you they don't watch cocks; they do. And for the same reason men look at cunts.
Taking a long pull on her drink, she asked, "Well, Jack, how do we begin? Do you rape me, or do I just hope for a cure?"
"Look, baby, let's just cut the games. You tell me about your hang-ups. I didn't have time to study your history file. We'll go from there," I replied firmly.
My tone shook her a bit, but she took it straight and said, "I can't stand normal sexual relations with men and I'm about to be married to Carl Dawson, whom I love very, very much. Now, Jack, what kind of odds would you give a marriage where the wife can't stand the feel of her husband's penis in her vagina?"
"About one in a million, if the guy happens to be a fag," I shot back truthfully. "Now suppose you tell me why cock turns you off."
"I don't know ... at least not for sure. As a matter-of-fact, just holding this clever highball glass gives me a slight case of nausea," she exclaimed. "But the drink is marvelous; so mild, can I have another?"
She was being clinical. Penis, vagina ... next thing I knew she'd be reciting Gray's anatomical glossary. Shit! Sex was emotional. Robots would fuck if they had feelings!
She'd practically drained the subtle booze in two gulps. I thought about warning her about its potency but fixed her another blast instead. I needed to get her guard down and make her open up, literally. The image produced by that thought made my cock throb harder.
As I handed her the second drink and settled down next to her I decided to take a shot in the dark. "Pam, will you be perfectly honest with me, no matter what question I ask?"
She tensed slightly, then relaxed. "I'll try, Jack."
"No matter how ugly the answers may be?"
Her head dropped as she considered, then raised up and her blue eyes looked determined. "Lay 'em on me Jack! If I'm going to whip this problem ... I understand that cooperation is necessary."
I watched her closely as I popped my first question. "Did your father ever fuck you?"
Pay dirt! Her eyes widened in shock and she nearly spilled her drink. Then her eyes dropped and her face turned crimson.
"How did you ... I've never told anyone ... nobody...."
"Tell me about it, from the beginning!" I urged gently.
She straightened up, braced herself with great effort and took a long, deep swig of Pernod. "O.K. ... But I don't know how that could be pertinent. But a deal is a deal, and I promised to answer all questions honestly."
"Yes, you did, even if the answers are ugly and painful," I replied. "Why not commence at the beginning. How old were you?" Her eyes stared past me as she recollected, and tears welled up in them as she haltingly related her incestuous encounter.
"I was fifteen, and absolutely adored my daddy. He was the most handsome, virile man on earth. Dark, curly hair, with a ruggedly handsome face. And powerfully built. His physique reminded me of the drawings I'd seen of Greek gladiators."
As she talked her body relaxed and the tears in her eyes were replaced with a passionate glitter.
"At fourteen my adoration somehow changed into another, more intense form. I wanted more than his casual affection. I wanted his love. But that belonged to my mother. She was the center of his universe; she and my brother Rod.
"I'll never forget the hot desire in his eyes as he watched my mother. At fifteen I finally put together the cause of that look. Mother was an inordinately sensual woman, and the sounds from their bedroom, right next to mine, would awaken me from a sound sleep. Moans and groans of lust and desire made my flesh crawl when I finally realized what they were, and the activity which caused them. As the expression goes: my mother was a whore in bed and a lady elsewhere. In the vulgar vernacular-she loved to fuck!"
Pam's eyes now were half-closed and she leaned against me slightly. I carefully placed my arm around her shoulder and held her against me as we leaned back into the softness of the huge couch. She had said 'Fuck.' That was a good sign. The Pernod was working.
"My other rival was Rod. Being a boy, his activities were far more interesting to Daddy than mine. Between Mother's throbbing cunt and Rod's little league activities, Daddy's time for me was nil."
"Soon after my fifteenth birthday something happened that triggered new confidence in me. It was mid-summer and I had just returned from a swimming party with the family. Mother and Dad stayed in the kitchen to have coffee, while Rod and I bounced into our bedrooms to change from our suits into regular clothes. Suddenly I remembered that I had left my ditty-bag on the kitchen table and walked back to retrieve it. Mother was talking intently to Dad.
"'Bill, we are not going again, and that's final. George Leonard is a perverted lecher. His eyes never left Pam for a moment. I thought he'd ejaculate right in front of everyone,' she exclaimed furiously.
"'Well, honey, you gotta admit it, Pam has one helluva shape. And in that little bikini ... well, ya can't blame a grown man for a natural reaction,' Daddy countered. 'Or could it be you're a little angry at George 'cause he didn't pay his usual amount of lecherous attention to you, baby?'
"'FUCK YOU!' cried my mother angrily. 'Any day I can't compete with my own daughter ... '
"Stunned at this startling new situation, I slipped back upstairs and pondered. Then I stripped off my bikini and examined myself in the mirror. I, too, was astounded. Last year I'd been a scrawny, leggy little girl. The mirror image before me was of a fully developed woman. My breasts were full and firm. My buttocks had swelled in firm, full roundness and my legs and thighs looked great.
Although delighted, I thought nothing more about the new me until two weeks later.
"Mother had journeyed to Florida for a month to care for my ailing Grandma. I took over the cooking and housekeeping. I was very happy because now I only shared Daddy with Rod.
"But something was really bugging Daddy. He seemed very tense and moody. Instead of his affection, I got sullen looks and irritable mumblings. It was obvious he missed Mother. Then it struck me! He wasn't getting any sex! The thought burned in my brain as I finished the dishes. It persisted as I trudged up to my room. Then fate took a hand.
"As I slipped into my darkened room and walked over to my bed to snap on the bedside lamp I noticed a large shaft of light from the bathroom and heard the splash of the shower. Wheeling in the dark, I beheld my father through the open door of the bathroom. He was in the shower, with the shower door wide open. He no doubt thought I was still downstairs and had neglected to close the door leading to my bedroom. It was a common bath connecting my bedroom and his.
"His powerful body was turned with his back to me. I'd never seen a man naked before and my legs turned to water. I sat down on the bed in the dark and watched. Suddenly he turned around, and there, projecting from a thick, sopping thatch of crisp pubic hair, was his cock! It was enormous and erect."
At this recollection Pam's hand moved involuntarily into my lap and came to rest on the bulge in my slacks. An electric shock coursed through my crotch as her warm fingers lay on my throbbing, steel-hard phallus.
"It was magnificent, and yet a little frightening-particularly since I'd never seen a male organ before. Yet somehow, it was very desirable to see. The large, crimson head, with its thick swollen ridge, and the thick, powerful shaft was breathtakingly exciting. His testicles really made my spine tingle. They hung down like two hair-covered avocados: full, firm and ripe between hiS heavily muscled thighs.
"A strange, new feeling welled inside my loins and belly. I pulled my legs up and sat cross-legged on my bed, gazing in rapt fascination. As he soaped himself over his chest and hard stomach the strange new tingling grew more intense.
"Then he clutched the enormous shaft of his cock and began to move his fist up and down the long, gleaming shaft with slow, long strokes. His eyes were half-closed, and his powerful legs were planted apart. As he pumped up and down, up and down, his balls bounced heavily, and to my amazement his cock grew even longer and thicker. Small, animal-like moans commenced issuing from his throat, his hips began to buck back and forth in long, powerful thrusts, driving his throbbing, soap-covered organ faster and faster in and out of the flesh tunnel formed by his fingers.
"Suddenly I realized my crotch was wet Reaching down, my fingers explored the slightly parted lips of my pussy. I was sopping with hot, thick juice. As my forefinger slid further down into the inner folds of my oozing cunt, I felt it contact something else I'd never imagined; a small, pea-sized bud of hard, throbbing flesh. I'd discovered my clitoris, and I shuddered with delicious delight. Now my heart was beating like mad, and small waves of sensual tingles crawled all over my thighs, buttocks and belly.
"Daddy's hand suddenly became a blur as he pumped furiously. His cock seemed to grow even thicker and larger, and he caressed and fondled his balls with his other hand. A low moan came from his throat, his eyes clenched shut and the moan grew to a hoarse cry. Then, before my astonished eyes, a spurt of white, thick stuff burst from the tip of his cockhead, arched up and out, then splashed heavily on the tile floor. It was followed by another spurt, then another.
"As I watched, an enormous surge of raw lust burst in my cunt ... it closed and opened in a series of quick, delicious, spasms. I didn't know it then, but I'd experienced my first orgasm.
"Daddy was leaning heavily against the shower wall, gasping for breath. His cock began to shrink before my very eyes until it was only two-thirds as large. From die tip, several globs of come still oozed forth. A strong desire grew in me to feel and taste that sex juice from inside my wonderful, virile daddy. It fascinated me and a strange compulsion clutched my brain; I wanted that mysterious stuff inside my cunt....
"As I savored my compulsion, Daddy towel dried and went into his bedroom. He forgot to close his door completely. He would be asleep soon, so I decided to take my own shower. My cunt, labial folds and inner-butt cheeks were sticky from the newly aroused excretions which had welled up in my genitals.
"I wanted to wash them away; at least that was my rationalization to shower right then, instead of waiting for morning."
She hadn't realized it, but during her vividly relived memory of her father's masturbation, and her own lust, her fingers had gripped and massaged my cock with fervor. Also, the crotch of her hip-huggers now had a small wet spot which was spreading. She was horny as a hog and her pussy was oozing with cunt juice. Her voice had also changed. It was deep and husky with unleashed lust. Vulgarisms had replaced clinical terminology also.
Progress was under way, but I didn't know how long I could take it. My cock was literally ready to rip my pants open. Her fondling of my genitals had nearly made me come in my pants. She was a magnificent, succulent female and I was ready to fuck. But I was her therapist first! Even though I was human, the rise and fall of those lush, firm tits, her full, wet lips and the tantalizing, soft, swell of her pubic mound were beginning to make objectivity damned near impossible.
"I waited about five minutes, then entered the bathroom. Even as I did, I realized I had made up my mind to seduce my own father. The newly discovered delights I'd just experienced-his magnificent organ and the spat I'd overheard in the kitchen had combined and crystallized into a bold plan to gain my father's individual devotion.
"If mother could do it with her cunt, I could, too. And mine was better!
"I didn't even attempt to close the door to his dark bedroom as I undressed. I took a lot of time undressing. When I was down to just panties and bra, I faced his room, bent over and loosened my bra straps, let the bra fall to the floor, then straightened slowly, thrusting my full, heavy breasts out and up. Then I moved my hands over them lovingly, massaging and kneading their full lushness. I felt my nipples grow taut and pop out as I fondled the soft, ripeness of my tits. They were large for the size of my breasts, and very sensitive. I thought I heard the slight squeaking of Daddy's bed. The thought thrilled me. He was watching after all. Good!
"Turning with my back to his door, I slid my fingers into the elastic waistband of my panties and slowly peeled them down over my full butt cheeks, then down my legs. Completely bent over now, my cunt lips were directly in his line of vision. It was a delicious view of my succulent, firm buttocks and cunt lips. I paused in that position for a full thirty seconds, pretending to snag my foot on the panties. I was rewarded with another squeak and hoarse breathing. Then I stepped into the shower and began to bathe, covering my body with rich, creamy lather. As the warm water coursed over me I was suddenly stricken with guilt. My actions had been unforgiveable; seducing my own father was incest and I knew it was terribly wrong. My remorse hit like a ten-ton truck and I was about to step out of the shower when suddenly Daddy appeared at the shower door.
"'DADDY! GET OUT! I'M NAKED! PLEASE, OH PLEASE!' I screamed.
"His eyes blazed with lust as they crawled over my wet nakedness like clutching fingers probing, caressing and enjoying my flesh. Then he stepped into the small shower. As he did, I glanced down.
His enormous cock was thick and hard with throbbing lust. Close up, it was much larger than I'd imagined.
"'Don't worry, baby, Daddy won't hurt you. But don't scream. It'll wake Rod. I saw your little strip-tease, so don't play dumb, sweetie. You're just like your mother-a real cock-hound,' he chuckled, then pulled me against his powerful body. His swollen organ slid between my soapy thighs and pressed tightly against my cunt lips. It throbbed like crazy, sending wild, tingling sensations up my cunt, belly and spine. As my large tits flattened against his chest, my nipples swelled and another series of shocks rippled down my stomach.
"'Beautiful, baby, just delicious. Jesus! What a beautiful, sexy girl I've got. Now, let's see if that succulent pussy feels as good as it looks.'
"Still holding me firmly against his chest, I felt his right hand slip between our slick bellies and into my pubic triangle. Then I felt his muscular, knowing fingers probe into the slit of my labia. I shuddered with both pleasure and revulsion as his middle finger explored my hot, swollen cunt lips, rode down the juice covered ridge of my clitoral shaft, and finally located the hard, pulsing bud of my clitoris.
"Slowly, he rolled his fingertips around and around the pulsing, slick pip, causing my belly and crotch to shudder and tremble with raw, wanton delight.
"OH....GOD! OHHHH....DADDY....
DON'T....IT'S WRONG....OHHH....YES....YES....MMMMM....I'VE NEVER
"My entire body was aflame with desire! Delicious, raw waves of lustful pleasure rolled and coursed up, around and through me like a powerful, raging tide.
"His organ was thick and steel-hard. I groped and clamped my fingers around it feverishly, savoring its soft velvety hardness. Daddy moaned as I squeezed his cock, withdrew his finger from my juicy cunt and lifted me up against the shower wall.
"'WRAP YOUR LEGS AROUND MY WAIST, BABY! NOW!' he commanded.
"I complied, locking myself around his muscular torso, and entwined my arms around his neck. But he was slippery from soap and I felt myself sliding downward. Then I understood. My cunt was wide-open and I felt the bulbous hardness of his cockhead enter the juicy, slick folds of my hot labes. At first I thought my cunt was too small, because as his cockhead penetrated the first inch of my vagina, I felt like I would split in two. Then, automatically, my cunt hold expanded to accommodate his enormous shaft, and he entered me. But only to a point. His cockhead was pressing against my hymen. In a split second he realized the problem. Burying his powerful, muscular fingers in the resilient softness of my lush butt cheeks, he spread them wide, then plunged me down onto his powerful, steel-hard cock.
"A sharp pain flashed through my brain, then it was gone, overcome by the sensation of his cock penetrating my cunt hole, filling it with the hard, throbbing flesh of his thick, powerful organ.
"'OHHH ... OHHH ... DADDY. ... It's so big ... so wonderful ... hard....So hard ... oh yes, yes, deeper. ... Ohh,' I screamed.
"Take it all, baby ... yeah, that's it ... ahhh ... yeah. Right up to the hilt-So young, tight, delicious young cunt ... and mine. ... I made it. ... All mine. ... Bounce. ... BOUNCE!! Bounce up and down, you sexy little cunt. ... Fuck your ole Daddy ... yes ... harder ... harder....OHHH GOD! YESSS!'
"Frantically I rode up and down the hard length of his powerful, thick cock, shuddering as the thick, swollen ridge of his cockhead rippled over the throbbing vaginal muscles inside my cunt. In and out ... in and out, the feel of his surging cock thrusting, pounding, each time he buried it in the depth of my molten, convulsing cavern made my mind reel with delicious, raw sensations. Harder and harder, I plummeted up and down, trying to drive his rampaging shaft deeper into me.
"Strangely, a brief flash of Mother's face exploded in my brain. This really made me flip.
"'FUCK ME, DADDY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OHHH GOD, HARDER, DEEPER....OHHH YES! YES! Come in me ... come in my cunt, Daddy!' I screamed, then increased the tempo of my wild fucking motions; drawing his cock deeper and harder into my flailing crotch.
"His powerful fingers sank deep into the soft writhing mounds of my butt cheeks and he commenced lunging upward with hard, vicious thrusts. Like a piston his great cock whipped in and out of my convulsing hot cunt until suddenly he cried hoarsely, and I felt his cock swell further.
"'AHHHHHGGHH ... TAKE IT, TAKE IT ALL, YOU LITTLE BITCH ... YEOHWWW ... I'M...."
As his orgasmic cries echoed around the walls of the small shower cubicle my cunt muscles rippled like a python, milking his sperm from the surging depths of his scrotum into my spasming vortex and I cried out my lust as great, hot spurts of that thick, white substance gushed into the well of my cavern.
"'COME ... OHHH YES ... FUCK ... FUCK MEEEE ... AHHHHHGGG GOD! GOD! DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!' I screamed.
"My body jerked and twisted as spasms of blinding raw lust exploded in my cunt, belly and brain.
"I don't remember anything after that, except his cock slithering out spent and covered with my hot, sticky cunt juice, and being carried to my bed and tucked in. Oh yes, he kissed me. Not like a father, but a lover. I slipped into a deep sleep then and had dreams of Daddy and me going down the path of life as wanton lovers.
"You can imagine my feeling next morning, when I awoke to find Mother in the kitchen. First a great flash of fear. Did she know? Why was she back so early? What if she discovered I'd fucked Daddy?
"Then Daddy appeared from the outside. He didn't even say good morning to me, but embraced Mother passionately. 'Jesus, it's good to have you back, baby. I can't wait until tonight ... He stopped in mid-sentence as he saw me. A quick flash of apprehension crossed his handsome face, then faded into a mocking grin.
"'Hi, princess, did you sleep good?'
"The bastard! He acted as if nothing had happened. He was telling me that his favorite cunt was back and I could fade back into being his cute little daughter. I had a sudden angry desire to blurt out our fuck-session to Mother, but decided she wouldn't believe it in a million years, and punish me terribly for such an obscene idea. He must have figured it the same way, the bastard. God, how I hated him at that moment! But I'd get even. I made myself a sacred vow on that point.
"Months passed and I tried to think up ways I could make good my revenge. Nothing made enough sense to be really worthwhile, and Daddy grew more confident every day that I had forgotten our sexual encounter. It was frustrating also, because even though I hated his guts, I still longed to have his enormous cock inside of me. I even oozed with juice when I thought about it.
"At night it was sheer misery as I lay listening to him fuck my mother with passionate abandon. He deliberately made it worse by shouting vulgar descriptions of her cunt; its deliciousness; its smell and feel."
Pam shuddered with hate as she related her frustration, but I noticed that her breasts were heaving with excitement.
"My revenge evolved, finally, from a series of events. First, my brother, Rod, started experimenting with marijuana. I discovered him stoned several times in his bedroom. Then, my loving daddy had an accident. He fell off the roof onto our fence, landing astraddle. It damn near castrated him. The doctors saved his genitals but informed him that sexual activities would be out of the question for a year or more.
"At first Mother was compassionate, but as the months passed by she became despondent-and commenced drinking quite heavily when Daddy left the house for work. She managed to sober up before he came home, but the wear and tear of booze was beginning to show. Meanwhile, Rod was now completely hooked on marijuana. One night he stumbled into my bedroom stark naked and crawled into bed with me. I was tempted to oblige, because even at fifteen, he was hung like my daddy; big and long. As I say, I was tempted because my own frustrations were building up as each day passed. But I resisted, because a plan was forming in my mind. It was a beaut and I thought I could actually make it work.
"I waited and planned for the right moment. I contacted a couple of girlfriends and enlisted their help in one portion. I needed grass. Puzzled but willing, both of them acquired several joints of pure grass from their boyfriends. I hid them and waited.
"Finally the time arrived. Daddy announced that he had to make a short weekend trip on business. I knew this would plunge Mother into the depths of despair. It did! When he was around, he could relieve her sexual frustrations by masturbation, but when he was gone....
"I made sure I knew where he was staying, and the airport gave me the flight schedules on return flights and times. Timing would be the key to my revenge.
"I told Rod not to disappear that evening because I wanted to give him a tremendously exciting gift. He didn't suspect anything because his birthday would be the next day. He promised not to wander out after dinner.
"By dinner time mother was really bagged. In fact, I served dinner because she stumbled to her room so drunk she couldn't see straight. After dinner I took Rod to my room and gave him the joints.
"Hey, Sis, I didn't know you were a head," he exclaimed with delight.
"Well, Bud, I'm not, but I've always wanted to try 'em. Will you help me begin?
"We lit up and I pretended to inhale the bittersweet smoke. Rod was really flying after his third cigarette and started to eye me lustfully. I excused myself for a moment and went to Mother's room. As I expected, she was sprawled out on her bed with only her panties on. I had to admit she was gorgeous.
"Her large, firm breasts stood up from her rib cage like flesh mountains, topped by large, grapesized nipples. Her flat, firm stomach flowed into a wide, creamy expanse of smooth velvety belly, ending at a thick, black triangle of lush pubic hair. Just below, a pair of thick, firm cunt lips couched succulently between her full, firm thighs. No wonder Daddy loved that thing.
"It was bigger, fuller and more succulent-looking than mine. I think because it was darker and surrounded by a thicket of crisp, curly black hair. Quickly I peeled off her panties, exposing the ruby-red labia slit and the erotic bush of pubic hair. Then I returned to Rod.
"To my amazement he was standing stark naked in front of my dresser mirror, holding his hard, erect penis. His eyes were glazed and he was really stoned.
"Boldly, I walked over and pulled his fingers away from his erect organ, replacing them with mine.
"'Rod, can I...." I pretended to stammer.
"'YEAH....YEAH....Jack me off, little sister. WOW! CRAZY!
"I've never been jacked off by my sister. Really cool, baby.
"'Mmmm ... you got great fingers, Pam, ya really know how to pull a man's meat ... '
"As I felt the throbbing organ in my grasp, I was tempted to abandon my scheme. The throbbing hardness made my crotch wet As I pumped up and down its rigid length, I could almost feel it gliding deep into my aching cunt
"Hey, Rod, did you know that mother needs a good, hard cock like this?' I said.
"'Huh,' he mumbled Wearily.
"Well, Daddy's accident made him...."
"JESUS, I never thought about it hey, cool! I'll bet ole Mom is about to climb the walls. Huh?"
"'Why else would she drink so much?' I replied.
He pondered that trying to concentrate. "Well, gee, Sis, I don't know what we could ... hey ... yeah. ... I see what you mean. It would really do ole Pop a favor. But I don't know ... Mother's kinda straight'
I pulled him down the hall by his rigid cock and into Mother's bedroom. His eyes widened as they scanned her lush, nude body. "Jesus!' he breathed, "She's beautiful." He climbed onto the bed beside Mother and gazed at her full, ripe breasts, belly and the succulent crotch. Furtively he caressed her belly, then slid his finger between the thick labia. She groaned at the invasion and began to undulate her pelvis slowly.
"Rod probed deeper, entranced by the delicious richness of her inner labia. As he moved his finger around and around her legs parted, causing the wine-red slit of her cunt to open wider. She moaned louder and grasped Rod's throbbing cock.
"'OHHH....GOD....YES, YES, HONEY ... PLEASE....PLEASE....Fuck me ... I've got to have that lovely big cock in my cunt, please!'
"Rod was really turned on. I guess he thought that she wanted him. I knew she thought she had Daddy's big cock in her hands.
"I was breathing hard from the excitement of the scene and my cunt literally throbbed with lust as Mother fondled Rod's huge trembling cock and his full, tight balls.
"Turn her over, Rod,' I hissed, fuck her from the rear.' In a lustful daze, he rolled her over. Automatically she raised her large butt cheeks and spread her knees apart.
"'YES, BABY, YES! Fuck me in the ass you big stallion. ... Ram it home, you rawdy buck....NOW!'
"Rod looked down at the firm butt cheeks, the exposed rosette of her puckered anus and the loosely gaping lips of her ruby-red cunt lips couched between those rounded cheeks. Clutching both resilient mounds, he parted them wide and lunged, burying his throbbing phallus deep into her juicy, hot, dripping cunt.
"She cried out her delight and began rotating her large hips as she met his thrust. I saw her sphincter muscles tense as she captured his buried cock deep inside her vortex.
"'NOW, ROD, fuck your mother, you young stud. ... Fuck her deep and hard. ... At least you can do what your daddy can't....FUCK, BABY, FUCK!!'
"I damned near fainted! She knew! She knew it was Rod inside her pulsing twat. Furthermore, she wanted it that way.
"Rod went wild with lust Her words turned him into a wild, plunging, fucking beast He lunged into her ass with long, vicious thrusts. His large balls slammed against her rolling, flailing butt cheeks with quick soft smacks as his cock reamed her cunt with savage power and lust. Faster and faster he fucked until his cock was a gleaming blur as it whipped into her glistening, hot juicy cunt. He moaned as the lust wracked his groin and his orgasm approached.
"Taster, Rod, faster, baby....Yes....Oh yes! Deeper....DEEPER....OHHH....OH GO! OH GOD! NOW! NOWWWW....
YEOHWWWW....' she shrieked as the powerful surge of her orgasm lifted her to the heights of lust and joy.
"Suddenly, Rod's back arched sharply and he lunged forward with a powerful thrust and shot his hot seed deep into her bucking, writhing ass.
"I nearly came too, but suddenly I knew I wasn't the only spectator. Whirling, I saw my father watching the scene. His face was dead white and he seemed frozen. Then he looked at me with painful eyes, turned and left
"Later the psychiatrists tried to sort things out Their solution wasn't to my benefit. Mother and Daddy turned me out of the house. Rod went to live with my aunt. I still don't think I did anything all that Wrong. After all, he rejected me! Why shouldn't he get his lumps?"
Sweat beaded Pam's smooth forehead and formed a sheen on the lush, full mounds of her magnificent tits. Her breathing was sporadic and jerky, too. The Pernod and the recollection of the incest had made its mark. Also, she was very sexually aroused. It was time to take advantage of the situation.
"Look, baby," I spoke softly, "you're exhausted. A shower would fix you up good. O.K.?"
Her eyes were glazed with fatigue and vicarious lust but she nodded her assent, rose and swayed shakingly into the bathroom. Even in that condition the voluptuous roll of those firm, meaty buttocks made my organ swell and throb.