Chapter 11

Darling Daddy regarded fondly the expert antics of his brother and the blackest of his daughters as they wriggled and writhed on the gigantic cunt that was Uncle Jake's bed. Then, with a smile, he propelled me gently toward the bathroom door on the opposite side of the super-erotic room.

"Come on, Robin dear," he said, pulling at my arm as I proved hard to move. "Surely, you've seen enough sixty-nines in your life."

But I could not move ... I could not speak. All I could do was point upward at the frieze of classically bawdy murals that girded the room just below the ceiling. There they were ... the nymphs and satyrs and centaurs of my vision, disporting themselves amid suggested hills and vine-covered slopes and woodlands and stream-banks in every conceivable sort of sexual situation.

Daddy's eyes followed my finger and, after panning the frieze, his light blue eyes lowered to meet mine. He read the wonderment in my gaze and nodded and said, "So that's where it came from!"

I nodded, still unable to speak, but I no longer resisted his effort to move me toward Uncle Jake's John with its egg-shaped mirrored walls and floor and its sunken tub at the narrow end. He turned on the water and poured sweet-smelling oil into it that created a gentle white frosting of suds on its rising surface. While the tub filled, we briefly showered together and he held me close to soften my disappointment.

Not until we were in the tub together with the water turned off did he say, "I hope you're not too disappointed, dearest daughter."

I finally found my tongue and cried, "How can I not be disappointed, Daddy dear? I thought my vision was real. I thought I was actually a reincarnation of some ancient wood-nymph born before the dawn of history. I believed it. Now to find that I'm merely a suggestible modern maiden..."

"You, my dear," said Daddy bluntly, "have not been a maiden for at least six years ... thank Pan-Priapus and all the rest of the gods!"

I said, "But it's not funny, Daddy!"

"I didn't say it was, Robin. On the contrary, I find it exceedingly interesting." He pulled me atop him as he half reclined against the round end of the tub and his perfect prick broke water right under my modestly lowered eyes. Quickly, I accommodated it, for I could no more resist its pink-and-purple challenge to delight than, as a child, I could resist a candy bar. In fact, more than once, as I licked it lingeringly with my tongue or reveled in the wonderful tingling fullness its insertion gave my suffusing tunnel of love, I had actually thought of Daddy's curving cock as the most delicious candy bar of all time.

But disappointment and disillusion still blocked my path to paradise as we lay joined by our fucking pieces in that softly scented water. I felt close to tears.

Smiling tenderly, Daddy saw my plight and massaged my soft full boobs and kissed my nipples until they stood up as straight if not as tall as the prick so lovingly inserted in my streaming hole. Then, resting his hands on either side of my pelvic flesh, he said, "If you believed it, it was real, darling. Actually, your vision was as real as it ever was, for these creatures you romped with in your dream were creatures of myth in their own time."

"But, Daddy," I blurted, "how can I ever be a true priestess of Pan-Priapus if I no longer believe?"

"It will be far better if you don't," he replied. "The fact that you had such a vision puts you far ahead of your sisters in the cult. That's what we must discuss with Jake. We must redraw our rituals to get the most out of your visionary abilities ... which, I am quite sure, re-enactment will restore."

I took comfort from his words even though I did not believe them ... almost as much comfort as I took from his prick in my flooding hole, a prick whose existence was so paradisiacally palpable that the question of belief or disbelief never arose. Inevitably, there was movement between our fucking pieces, just as inevitably a rapturous rhythm was set up and the resulting climax that swept over me was nonetheless sweet for having been rooted in disillusion.

There could be not the slightest doubt about the reality of my sensations, and my thrashing rump really made waves in the tiny pool of the tub. I abandoned myself once again to the driving delights of darling Daddy's powerhouse prick in my churning guts and rode on swift chariots of golden sensation to the outer reaches of heaven itself ...

When I came back from this fabulous flight, I discovered that Daddy and I were no longer alone in the tub: Uncle Jake and Donna had joined us. While Daddy and I reprised gently, the blackest of my sisters hoisted herself up against the flat end of the sunken tub, leaning well backward on her hands and opening her bitter-chocolate hued thighs wide so that the jet blackness of her well-creamed crotch was entirely exposed ... and, within seconds, Uncle Jake had his short, thick prick buried to the hilt within the velvet tunnel so lavishly offered him.

At Daddy's suggestion, we both made these fucks short but sweet, after which we adjourned to the big cunt of a bed and forswore fucking while Daddy told Uncle Jake what had happened to me since the two of them had left me alone with Leona in the chapel. Uncle Jake listened without a word, his bulbous eyes narrowed in thought, until darling Daddy had finished.

Then he said, "How are you planning to use the kid?" This with a nod in my direction.

"Back to the Edna principle," said Daddy. "We're still looking for a smash finale for this season." And, as Uncle Jake remained silent, "Well ... ? "

Uncle Jake nodded. Then he said, "It might work. You know the kid better than I do ... think she can carry it? Edna couldn't ... remember?"

"It won't kill us to try it at Springfield," said Daddy. Then, regarding me proudly, "I'm sure Robin can carry it."

"You're the boss, Les," said Uncle Jake with a shrug of his meaty shoulders. "Think we can get her ready in time?"

"I'm sure of it." Daddy drew me close to his side and gave me a loving hug.

Donna said, "Pardon my obtuseness, but what's the Edna Principle?"

It was a question I had been about to ask myself, since I seemed to be stuck with it, though of course I knew it had to do with my mother's long-ago failure to cut the mustard in the wonderful business Daddy and Uncle Jake were then only beginning to build.

So I listened closely, while Daddy and Uncle Jake explained it. The Edna principle had been developed before Daddy had sired enough children, and before they had grown old enough, to: make the act an all-Martin family affair. To make sure it became a family affair, they had used their sister as a high priestess of the cult, giving her the all-powerful, Mother-Moon goddess role. It was only after her defection and reversion to more conventional religion, that they had elevated Pan-Priapus to the supreme godhood with Daddy as the star of the cult in the role of old Preepy's living representative on earth today.

When they had finished, I said, "It should fit right in with Women's Lib."

"Exactly," said Daddy, looking happy at such a display of intelligence on my part. And, turning to Donna, "Sweet child, what do you think?"

Donna ran a black hand across her elegantly high black boobs and said, "The idea is in like hot pants for today and I think Robin can handle it superbly. But some of the other kids may not like it ... especially if it cuts into their part of the act."

We all looked at each other while we digested this. Then Daddy said, "How many of them would you say might object, darling?"

Donna cocked her beautiful black head and said after a moment, "I was thinking of one in particular ... after all, this was supposed to be her year to play girl superstar."

There was no need to say whom she meant ... we all knew it was Leona. Daddy looked thoughtful for a long moment, then said, "You could be right, Donna ... but you know how we all feel about jealousy. It runs absolutely counter to every tie that binds this family together. Therefore, it cannot and will not be tolerated."

"You may not tolerate it, Daddy," said Donna, "but you already got it!"

Jake nodded, said, "She's right, Les. That beautiful little blonde cunt is touchier than an adder with the seven-year itch when it comes to what she considers her prerogatives. She's good and sore right now ... and when she hears about this, she'll blow right through the roof."

"Perhaps," said Daddy, "if we put her in charge of the second unit ... "

"Not a chance," said Donna.

"Why not?" said Daddy.

"For one thing, the kids won't take it ... they know how bitchy she can be at times. For another, Donna won't. She'd never accept road-company status and she won't take separation from you. You see, Daddy, you're too good a fucker for your own good. And that reminds me ... I haven't had the curved cock of yours in this little old hole of mine for. what seems like a month of fun days."

She moved in on Daddy so swiftly and deftly that, even had he had a mind to protest, he was riding her with his again-stiff prick embedded to the hilt in her plunging black hole. I noted with amusement that Donna took no chances of losing this obviously longed-for opportunity to enjoy her father's cock in her flooding cunt once again. For insurance, her long, strong, black legs circled Daddy's rump and her heels dug into her sire's sun-bronzed buttocks as she made sure his sealed-in goodness was locked in tight.

That left me and Uncle Jake ... he lay back against one of the bolster pillows and looked at me, narrow-eyed, over the mound of his belly. His legs were parted and, with his right hand, he was casually pulling his pud.

He said, "Honey, you sure you don't have any religious hang-ups like Edna? I'd hate to be wrong a second time about a high priestess."

"Uncle Jake," I said, "that vision or whatever-it-was I had riding old Peepy's dildo was the first spiritual experience of any kind I ever had in my life. That's why I was so disappointed when Daddy brought me back here and I saw Cherie's frieze around the wall again. I'd actually forgotten about it. I must have buried it in my subconscious."

"You'll do, kid," he told me. "You got your head screwed on right. And speaking of screwing..."

His thick fingers reached for me and I conquered the involuntary revulsion the prospect of screwing Uncle Jake had instilled in me from the first moment I saw how ugly he was. But once he got his prick working in my guts, I didn't give a damn how he looked, he felt so good. Jill said once, when we were girl-talking about the men in the family, that fucking Uncle Jake, to her, was like eating limburger cheese. Once you got it inside you, you didn't care how shitty it smelled. I had to go along with that, because, once he had that thick joint in there, you forgot everything else.

This time was no exception. Our little conference had given his prick plenty of time to recuperate from the multiple workout Donna had given it ... if, in fact, Uncle Jake's cock ever needed more than a couple of minutes' rest.

There it was, popped right into my comfortably creaming little cunt and filling it, from the waist down sort of, so full that it felt ready to burst at the seams. He held my hands and I lay back and we made a sort of seesaw together with our united fucking pieces as the fulcrum. Each time one of us pulled the other up into a sitting position, it resulted in the most marvelous action and reaction where his irresistible prick met and milled around in my all-too-movable object.

No playground seesaw, erected at the taxpayers' expense, ever gave a pair of children the delight and fun the involuntary teeter-totter Uncle Jake and I had contrived gave us. Or, as Uncle Jake put it during a brief lull in our delicious little game, "Kids ought to know about this. Why should they be deprived of their jollies through ignorance, just because of their tender years."

I muttered an unsolemn, "Amen!" and we began pulling on each other's arms first on one side, then on the other, thus giving my free-flowing tunnel of love a delicious lateral swing. Seeking to increase my pleasure, I made a quick switch, pulling on the same arm twice instead of alternating. This caught Uncle Jake by surprise and toppled us both over sideways ... right off the bed and onto the thick carpeting beneath. But it didn't stop our fucking even for a single beat ... As a matter-of-fact, it lifted us to a new plateau of delight and we banged away at each other with our fucking pieces perfectly intersticed until we came together, lying there on our sides, pumping like a pair of rabbits in heat.

Maybe Uncle Jake couldn't fill my hole to the top like his brother and all his nephews save Mal, but he sure used what he had superbly and I never realized I was missing a thing while he was in me. I could almost hear the splash of his sperm against the upper walls of my vagina, so hard and fast did it come. I curled my buttocks in tight and squeezed his pumping, jumping avuncular dong with all my might, constricting and relaxing and then again constricting the muscles of my funnel until I was sure the last drop of precious milk had joined the sticky well of my pussyjuice.

Looking upward as my senses rearranged themselves in order, I saw Donna's black and beautiful head staring down at us over the edge of that cunt-shaped bed, her eyes and teeth flashing in the soft light as she smiled at our activities. When I disengaged and scrambled back up on the bed, I fully expected to see Daddy fucking her dog-fashion from behind. But Donna was alone on the bed, lying flat on her belly across it.

"Where'd Les go?" asked Uncle Jake as he scrambled aboard right behind me.

Donna rolled over on her side, long and lovely as a statue of ebony but a hell of a lot more alive than any statue.

She said, "He got thinking about Leona. He decided he'd better try and knock some sense into her, and I had to second the idea. He seemed to think you could take care of both Robin and me without calling up any reserves."

Uncle Jake brushed imaginary lint from a thick naked forearm and said, "Child's play-a mere bagatelle?"

"Oh, yeah?" said Donna, pulling him on top of her. "Let's see how much you got left ... Hey, not bad. Not fed!--bad!" The last with a change of tone as our indefatigable uncle winged his prong home in Donna's ever-ready cunt.

As they settled down to a juicy, leisurely piece of sweet tail, I remained on the edge of the action. After all, I had done a lot of fucking and sucking already that evening and undergone a weird mysto-emotional experience. Besides, I always liked to watch Donna fuck. With that long, lean snake-graceful elegant black body of hers, she brings so much class to the act of love that it's like watching a great porn movie live ... only I never saw a broad in a blue film who could compare to Donna either in looks or style.

That girl loved to fuck as much as I do ... and nobody could possibly love or enjoy it more. But when she contained a man' cock in her cunt, she made something special out of it, like when she had made a sort of pitcher plant out of her body, a beautiful plant ingesting a beautiful insect. Not that I'd ever think of Daddy as an insect ... that was just to make the metaphor fit better.

After watching for a while, however, I wanted in on the action again and slid up close and rubbed the front of my body against their sides and then hovered over their hyper-active crotches and finger-fucked both of them even while Jake's prong was pistoning out of the sluicing sleeve of Donna's rolling, thrusting, snapping cunt.

In no time at all, my own hole was juicing white cream as thickly as Donna's, even though I was not actively engaged in sex.

But I was really craving.

One of my blackest sister's long arms snaked around behind her and grabbed hold of my left boob and began pulling me around alongside the happy couple. Then Uncle Jake was in the act with his shorter, stronger arms and the two of them handled me like a doll until we were all lying on our sides and I was clutching my knees against my belly and boobs with my fully exposed bottom lying right between their heads.

Holding me firmly in place with their four hands and without breaking the beat of their own fucking, these two darlings got me into their action in the most ingenious and delightful way imaginable-for while Uncle Jake began lapping my clit and cunt with his thick, rough tongue, Donna used her snake-like mouth organ to attack me from the rear, mouthing the taut little ring of my arsehole and then moving forward until the tip of her tongue toyed with the rear of my fucking hole just as Uncle Jake pulled his out of the front of it.

Thus their two tongues met right over my pulping pussy and they played with each other all over that sensitive surface like a pair of tiny dolphins sporting in water. Of course, there was no water in that area just then but my flooding pussyjuice and their saliva made more than adequate substitutes.

The novelty of my position, as well as the adroitness of the two-tongue assault on my sex pieces caused me to come early and hard, clutching my thighs tight against myself and rolling back and forth as they made sweet sport of my previous frustration. When at last it was time for them to come, they held my writhing, plunging body firmly affixed to its place on the bed and launched such an attack of my underside, coinciding with their own cresting peak, that we all exploded together in a truly delectable super-climax for three.

There was a lot more fucking and sucking before Uncle Jake and Donna slept the sleep of exhaustion ... but while I was at least as beat as they were, I found myself unable to sleep. Real or false, that vision of life and love in a prehistoric times, had shaken me to the depths of my being. Even as I stared at Cherie's erotic frieze of capering, fucking, sucking and buggering nymphs and satyrs and centaurs, they seemed to come alive, twining together and dancing just out of my range of vision, all the time mocking me with their sly, enigmatic pagan smiles...

At last, I could endure it no longer. Leaving Jake snoring sonorously with his face buried in Donna's elegantly black boobs, I slipped from the bed and, not troubling to clothe myself, tiptoed downstairs and out into the yard. It was darker now, since the moon had long since set and there were only the golddust of the stars to light my way, but I crossed the lawn once more to visit the chapel, impelled by an irresistible urge to test my reaction to old Peepy's secret built-in dildo.

I had to know if my vision was a one-time thing or if it was something that would return whenever the original conditions were reproduced. The uncertainty was really bugging me, blowing my mind...

But, just as I approached the darker rectangle of the chapel door, I heard something that stopped me cold. Somebody was in there, somebody was moving around, somebody was coming directly toward the door outside of which I stood. I had no idea who it could be, hence had no desire to be seen until I had learned the mover's identity, so I darted around a corner of the building, a corner partially masked by a vine through which I could peep without revealing myself.

And there I waited, shivering slightly in the cool breezes of very early morning...

It seemed that whoever it was would never come out ... but at last the door swung open. As it was shut, the other nightwalker stood revealed in the near-darkness and starlight was reflected softly from long golden hair. It was Leona, and she moved with some sort of purpose as she walked slowly away.

More astonishing, Leona had clothes on ... the smart lilac knit two-piece suit she had worn in the Kernsville motel the night we picked up the famous men's magazine publisher. She was carrying a large clothes bag in one hand, a smaller overnight bag in the other. A strap handbag was slung from her right shoulder.

Leona walked slowly past the house toward the onetime coach house that served Martin family H.Q. as a garage. Moments later, I heard a starter whir and a motor throb into life, then the sound of a powerful little car as it edged down the driveway, turning into the road beyond, picked up speed and dwindled to silence in the night ...