Chapter 1

I guess you'd have to call me a family girl. At any rate, I was never happier than when our evenings were free and I was able just to be home with my own family in the fine old-fashioned mansion in the green-lawn suburb outside Indianapolis ... especially when my own beloved father was poking his prick so sweetly in and out of my pulping pussy.

Those of my brothers and sisters who were also present were also happy at home ... especially since the Martin family's profession kept all of us on the road for a full five months of the year. They were really my half-brothers and sisters, as most of them were to each other, but we never thought of ourselves that way. If ever there was a family close knit by bonds of love and mutual interest, it was ours ... in fact, I don't think there was ever a more loving family in the history of the entire world ...

There, in the early autumn evening, with a fire roaring and crackling cheerily in the large old-fashioned living room, with its fringed curtains and comfortable overstuffed furniture, everyone was amusing himself after his or her fashion. My beautiful big brother Terry had our lovely sister Leona lying prone atop a tall table with her long hair hanging over each side like a pair of rivers of gold, and was rolling his ebon-hued loins to match the rotation of her luscious, peach-colored buttocks, his big black prick embedded to the hilt in her churning cunt from behind.

Casting my eyes in another direction, my Alaskan-part-Eskimo brother Malamute (Mal for short) was enjoying a lingering lingual sixty-nine with coal-black Donna, whose coral-pink tongue was leaping up and down and around his blunt, thick codpiece like a goldfish at play around a piece of nougat candy ... while, on a big bearskin rug in front of the hearth, my magnificent Hawaiian brother Duke was giving silver-blonde, ebulliently built Jill, a happy ride with his super-prick. The flickering firelight created fascinating highlights and shadow-play on her big bouncing boobs as she squatted on his heaving saddle, uttering happy little streams of obscenities as her spasms followed one another in machine gun-like succession.

All in all, it was a typical quiet evening at home for such of the Martin family as was in residence at the Indianapolis headquarters. As usual, we had worked hard during the day in preparation for our coming tour ... me harder than anybody, since I was new to the Martins and had an awful lot to learn. We had dined well on a beautiful baron of beef with all the appropriate side dishes and now all we wanted was to take things easy and relax and have fun until Mother Nature called us to bed.

Daddy named this our "Time of Love" and he could hardly have expressed it better ...

But with all this happiness around me, I had to be the happiest of all ... for Daddy, for the third straight night, had selected me to first feel the penetration of his magnificent cock with its irresistible curve to the left about halfway up its eight-inch length, a curve that put indescribably delicious pressure on any part of a girl's tunnel of love, depending on the angle at which she set her cunt to his thrusting cock.

On this occasion, I lay on my right side along the top of a refectory table, with my crotch just overlapping one end. Daddy stood right behind me, slowly sinking his delightful dong in and out of the juice-filled cavity of my cunt ... and in this position, the curve of his cock already mentioned pushed against the roots of my clit from within and made me gasp and sigh with its every insertion and half-withdrawal ... nor was my pleasure lessened by the firm grip of his strong, supple right hand on the inside of my right thigh, which he held high to increase his penetration of my creaming coozy, while, with the fingers of his left hand, he naughtily toyed with my clit to add a bonus fillip to the waves of ecstasy his slowly plunging prick inspired in my juicing young body.

As an especially violent storm of delight racked me, I stiffened and groaned and grabbed hold of the edges of the table lest I roll off in my transports of rapture ... and then began driving my cunt down on the roots of his impaling prong, feeling absolutely overwhelmed with my flooding delight. Since it was Daddy's first piece of the evening (we had little time for fucking during the day) my activity brought his prick to a boil, which was perhaps a good thing since the pleasure it was giving me was so intense I would probably have passed out if it had continued much longer ... and what good is fucking when you can't feel it?

I jammed my crotch down on the base of his cock, savoring the juncture of our sopping wet pubic hairs and the final slap of his balls against the inner curves of my sweetly shuddering buttocks. And then his darling dong was leaping like a living trout in my stream and then adding to its contents with a burst of sperm that seemed to drown first my delirious womb and then to trickle slowly down the entire length of my vagina to add to the juices already making a swamp of my crotch ...

Although the fucking stamina of the Martin men is phenomenal, when we are all together, we have a seldom-spoken agreement never to go for doubles save under very special circumstances and with the agreement of all the other girls present ... that way, nobody gets shorted with her share of any of the pricks in the family. While this occasion was special enough for me (and, I hoped sincerely and from the bottom of my heart, for Daddy), I knew getting the instant consent of Donna, Jill and Leona, especially busy and happy as they were, would be out of the question ...

So, with a sigh, I let our action grind slowly to a halt. Daddy has always been very considerate about not pulling out of a girl's cunt after he's sent its owner really winging, until she has come down out of orbit and won't be left halfway up the wall. Once again, he made it easy and gentle, and when his half-masted prick pulled out of the morass of my flooded hole, I felt no more than a mild sadness that it was gone.

Daddy helped me up from the table and we adjourned to the downstairs bathroom to clean ourselves off ... for, though I would have been more than happy to clean the sexsap and semen from my father's cock and crotch with my tongue, he could hardly have done the same for me without merely increasing my flood of pussyjuice. So we showered, lovingly but holding things under wraps, and toweled each other off ... trying not to overdo the rubdown on each other's fucking pieces ... and then returned to the living room.

The others, except for Jill and Duke on the bearskin rug in front of the fire, who were having a marathon run, had finished their fucking for the time being and followed our example in going to the John for post-coital repairs. Daddy poured himself a glass of rich red Burgundy from a carafe on the coffee table in front of the matching sofa on which our naked bodies reposed and regarded me fondly and thoughtfully for a moment.

Then he said, "You have undoubtedly wondered why I am keeping you so close to my side, Robin."

I massaged my boobs, which were itching for further fondling, and said, "Not really ... after all, I do have a lot to learn about the family operation. I've only been with you all seven weeks, so..." I let it trail off and then rubbed my naked flesh against his and gave his dormant prick a gentle squeeze.

"Besides," I added, resting my auburn-topped head against his shoulder, "I love you, Daddy, very, very much..."

He slid an arm around me and hugged me close to his side, one of his strong sensitive hands slipping through my armpit to mash my right tit almost flat against my chest and causing my pink nipples to come to instant attention. As this happened, I could feel his darling dong begin to stiffen within the hollow of my hand, lengthening until its proud purple crown poked its way up through the circle of my right thumb and forefinger, thickening so that the circle these digits had been making became barely more than a half circle.

Whatever Daddy had been about to tell me was forgotten as we both felt a surge of utterly irresistible desire to renew our fucking, rules or no rules, code or no code, custom or no custom ... but we reckoned without the lovely, long-limbed flamboyant black sister Donna, who returned from her shower, her raven-hued satin skin still covered with droplets of water that glistened like diamonds in the firelight.

Coming around the end of the sofa on which we were still sitting, and discovering what was happening, she gathered herself and pounced like a black panther with a cry of, "Oh no, you don't ... not with our daddy you don't!"

like Terry, her full brother, Donna was long and lean and deliciously black ... yet with all the undulant if not wholly opulent curves a girl (or a man who covets her) could wish. Landing hard against Daddy from the other side, she used her greater strength to pull him clear of my embrace. The hand that was mashing my tit so delectably was yanked clear of my body, even as his burgeoning prick was drawn free from the palm and fingers of my right hand. I had to let go in that department or risk pulling Daddy's darling dong right out by the roots.

Her white teeth flashing in her lovely black face as she uttered a low laugh of triumph, Donna pushed him back flat on the sofa and mounted him with a twisting, supple lift of her body that revealed the bright pink lining of her labia as her cunt hovered briefly, wide open, above the royal purple prow of his prick. Then, with a corkscrewing down-thrust of her pelvis, Donna encompassed that organ of ecstasy completely, blotting it from my view with the most intimate flesh of her dynamic black body. Her natural hairstyle bobbed and rolled atop her lovely head like a black chrysanthemum caught in a hurricane, and she bore down on Daddy with a fervor that suggested, quite falsely by the way, that she had never had our father's curving scimitar of prick in her hyperactive cunt before.

As she began to sweat with the vehemence of their fucking ... for Daddy was giving at least as good as he received, the black satin hide of her abdomen picked up bright blue highlights that danced with every undulation she engaged in ... undulations worthy of any belly dancer who ever lived. Her high-cast boobs bounced tirelessly on her rib cage and the grinding of her cunt on Daddy's cock was so persistent that only briefly did she lift sufficiently to expose as much as an inch of the root of his stalk, and then only for the merest flashes.

When it did appear, it was liberally coated with the rich white of her cream, matching the hue of her loins and his, from which the pussy-juice was being squeezed each time she tightened her muscles around his turgid dong in her churning depths.

As both Daddy and her brother Terry had told me, and as I was now seeing for myself, sister Donna was an unpredictable piece of butt. Sometimes, she would lie with a cock in her cunt, fucking lazily for an hour or more without a break. On other occasions, such as this one, she could be a tiger in heat, demanding come after come of her partners and seeming to be utterly insatiable. The only thing anyone could be sure of was that, whatever her mood and behavior, she was a terrific lay.

As with everybody else in this remarkably talented and happy family ... we loved to fuck above all else, even sucking. And we loved to fuck each other most of all. Of course, the one all us kids desired the most was Daddy. After all, he was king ... not only king of the hills, reigning over every mons veneris within the family circle, but unquestionably the most, whether fucking or doing anything else. His quiet, entirely justified, confidence, had to be encountered to be believed. He ... well, that's what this part of my story is mostly about.

I didn't have a chance to watch much more of their fucking, because, in short order, I became entirely engaged on my own account. To get out of the way of the wild action of Donna and Daddy on the sofa, I had perched myself on one arm, with my feet on the sofa cushions and my elbows on my knees, my chin in my fists, the better to enjoy the spectacle, t had not occurred to me that, thus leaning forward, I had left my own cunt wide open for the onslaught of the first stiff prick that passed behind me ... nor, had I thought on the matter, would I have had it otherwise. After all, in the privacy of the family circle, what else is a cunt for?

Powerful hands went around me and pulled me backward. For a moment, I thought I was about to be dumped on the carpet. But as I was pulled backward, something long and thick and slightly pliable, rather like a snake or a length of living garden hose, was slid adroitly up into my well-greased tunnel of lust until it passed the tender flanges at the gates of my womb and lodged, in part, in my uterus.

"Guess who?" said a voice above and behind me as the same powerful hands began making my rump dance around the lithe and limber spear that impaled it.

I didn't even need to see that the hands grasping my middle from the rear were black to know that it was Donna's big and beautiful full brother and my half-brother, Terry Martin, who was fucking me. I knew that Hamitic prick all too well, even from this unusual angle of incidence. My heaving flesh seemed to turn to steam at the prospect of the pleasures immediately in front of me ... or, in this case, ought I to say behind me?

At any rate, I played a little game with him, asking, "Is it Mal?" ... then, "Is it Duke?" ... then, "Is it Daddy?"

Each time I guessed wrong, I'd give my rump a fillip and he'd ram that big, long dong of his right back into my guts, having let it slide out about halfway between strokes. By then, game time was over and we were off to the races together. Lifting me clear of the sofa-arm, with his Hamitic prick buried deep in my pulping guts, holding me close to him by maintaining his grip . around my waist, he let me down over a hassock to one side of the big fireplace, so that my midsection was supported and my rump well elevated for continued penetrating by his Hamitic dick.

Hamitic, in case you hadn't heard, means African, and a Hamitic dick was what brother Terry had in copious quantity as well as quality. The great point of variance between a Hamitic prick and an Indo-European penis is that, in some fortunate instances, there is almost no variation in the length of that organ of masculine love whether erect or in repose ... and this in the best sense of the idea. Which means that a girl can get a full cuntload of African cock even when it isn't actually erect. All she has to do is stuff it up into her hole and let nature do the rest ...

It's not really better than the white variety, of course, but each has its advantages ... and disadvantages. For one, the Hamitic prick never gets quite as stiff as that of the white man when up to his best. On the other hand, there's never any sweat for a girl in getting it up into her tunnel even when it's taking a siesta or something.

Add love to this kind of a cock ... and Terry and I adored one another ... and you've really got something to write home about to mother. Add an extra bonus of intimate mutual acquaintance and good powerhouse animal lust working both ways ... and you've got some to cherish for life with the gold stars you got in Sunday school. Anyway, what I mean is ... Terry and I gave each other a real double-fucking.

He had the most adorable little trick when he came ... not that other men haven't tried it, or something like it, with me, but somehow it seemed to work better with Terry's prick and my cunt. When he was ready to spurt the sperm into me, he put both hands on my buttocks and pulled them wide apart. This enabled him to poke right into the top of my womb with the head of his prick, just as he let go with his emission, and enabled him to give me the added bonus of running his thumbs up and down on my cuntal lips around the root of his pulsing stalk, even while he diddled my tight little arsehole with his forefinger tips.

This extra-added attraction sent me into a succession of spasms that almost caused me to dive right over the hassock over which he had me doubled, but his prong was in me too deep and too strongly for me to fly loose from its impalement. My pleasure was so intense, though, that when he pulled his dripping black prong out of my sopping wet hole, I actually went limp over the leather-covered cushion that held me up from the carpet, and came very close to passing out.

But, because I am young and healthy and resilient and get all the exercise a girl needs in fucking alone, I made a swift comeback and was soon able to sit up and look around. Donna and Daddy were still humping but had fallen or rolled off the sofa and were busily fucking away on the thick Persian carpet that covered most of the big living room floor. Leona and brother Duke were just climaxing in a stand-up fuck in one of the bay window seat recesses, with my beautiful golden-blonde sister standing on the step so that our Kanaka brother did not have to go into an unsightly squat to get his dong up into her juicing cunt. They were doing a sort of samba together, their naked bodies shining with one another's sweat, that a pair of cariocas from a beach in Rio might well have envied.

As for Jill and Mal, they had had enough of sucking, and my bouncing-boobed high-yellow sister, with the silvery curls and pussy to match, rolled clear and bridged her body high from the carpet with her legs wide, offering Mal an invitation he was not slow to accept.

As his spit-covered prick slid into sister Jill's gaping haven of happiness and their hairs collided, there was a wet-smacking sort of sound that indicated how happily their fucking pieces were joined. His Eskimo-slit eyes narrowed until they were almost invisible as he drove his blunt-tipped dong in and out of the luscious moving target his sister was offering him so freely.

This time the four of us who were between fucks ... Duke and Leona and Terry and I ... shared the bathroom together. It was not as big as the main bathroom upstairs, which was equipped for lovemaking as well as the more usual functions, but it did have a much needed bidet and the John was separated from the rest of the room with a nubble-glass wall. There were also twin washbasins and an oval raised tub and a stall shower.

Since Leona and Terry got into the shower first, Duke and I decided to inaugurate a share-the-tub movement. As we got into it, with the warm water splashing around us, I admired again not only his handsome Hawaiian face, but that beautiful golden-brown body with the smooth satin flesh rippling over muscles made long and strong and limber by water sports since he was a baby on one of the lesser known beaches of our nation's fiftieth state.

We sat facing each other, and our legs interlaced beneath the surface and we laughed and hugged and tongued and teased and kissed until the crown of his prick broke the surface of the water from below ... and then, somehow and almost without conscious bidding, feeling deliciously refreshed and clean, my legs spread and slid over his and around his waist and my body was drawn up onto his thighs and then, with both of us pushing down on it, that beautiful bronze prick was no longer idly up-periscoping in the empty air but was running a snorkel right up into my thrusting tunnel of lust ...

Thus, deliciously united and with my boobs gathered flat against Duke's almost hairless chest, my Hawaiian brother and I settled down to a dreamy, lazy-man's sort of incest, neither of us attempting to dominate the other but just lying back and reveling in the delights our united fucking pieces sent through our singing young bodies ...