Chapter 8
We half slid our way into the tub.
Uncle Jake held me with his back to him and lifted his knees as he reached a semi-horizontal position; nor did it take long for him to lift me so that the stout cock that was pressing so sweetly into my dorsal area was pushing even more sweetly into my churning cunt from behind. Even though his cock was relatively short and even though, in this position, its penetration was not as deep as when we fucked front-to-front, his amazing ability to employ it laterally soon had me hugging his thighs tightly while my juices flooded us both and I was again off on the wings of ecstasy.
Unexpectedly, we both came quickly together and I rejoiced as his sperm shot upward in my tunnel, then settled down for a longer haul. But Uncle Jake checked my activity by gripping my bouncing buttocks and holding them firmly in place with my sopping labia pressed flat against his scrotum and that short, thick pillar of joy still stiff in my wet-velvet tunnel.
It was sweet as a popsicle where it was, but I craved more action and said so, at the same time straining my rump to free my tail from Uncle Jake's grip ... but despite my very best efforts, he held me right where I was.
"Turn the water on, honey," he told me, "and make it hot."
"I'm trying to make it as hot as I can," I replied, "but you won't let me."
"The water, Robin," he said and, pulling my sex-scattered wits together, I reached past his raised knees for the silver faucets and obeyed.
We remained where we were until the water had risen within a few inches of the rim of the sunken tub, when he told me to turn it off. Not knowing what was coming, I was content merely to enjoy this delicious water therapy, finding pleasant reassurance in that, at least, my hole was not empty.
"Child," he said from behind me, "I want to talk to you. There's still a lot you don't know about our family."
Just like darling Daddy, Uncle Jake was one of those rare (at least I've found them rare) men who can conduct a serious conversation while maintaining his prick in a girl's cunt. At first, I had not known how to take this, but after a while, I not only accepted it but was delighted to have my serious briefings rendered thus so much more palatable.
Besides, neither Daddy nor Uncle Jake was a man who would leave a girl he was fucking without her share of goodies very long ...
"You're about to be given unusual advancement and responsibilities for anyone so young and so green," he told me. "You know why, of course ... "
"Because of my E.S.P. rapport with Daddy, I suppose."
"That's it. There was a time when your father and I hoped your mother would work with us ... that was when we were just beginning our operations. But ... well, you know how your mother is. For some reason, she went straight Protestant Christian, and we have had to do without her. More than once there has been need for her powers ... but she has made up for her dereliction by producing you.
"Unfortunately, I'm as psychic as a doorknob," he went on. "What gifts I have run in a much more mundane pattern. Naturally, we aren't going to put you on your own until you've been thoroughly tested ... so don't be afraid. We have our first convention during in Springfield next week. We always open there.
"Until now, while we keep offices open in Los Angeles, California, and in New Jersey, we have always toured as a unit. If you work out, honey, we can send out two teams simultaneously and reap double rewards. So you see why my brother and I are advancing you so swiftly ... I only hope not too swiftly."
"Speaking of working out," I said, "if you don't give my cunt a workout right now, I'm going to blow my mind."
"Spoken like a true member of the Martin family!" he said admiringly.
With that, the lecture went into recess and the hands that had been holding my rump in thrall began guiding it in slow circular motions that caused their owner's cock to put pressure on every part of my cunt it could reach. Then, without warning, he began moving my crotch rapidly back and forth sideways, and this sudden change in the action caused my barely held dam against orgasm to burst.
I could no longer be restrained as wild delight raced through my throbbing body, and I began to lift my cunt and mash it down time after time in a rhythmic beat of which my flooding, churning guts could not seem to get enough. This motion caused the water in the tub to ripple so violently that it overflowed the tub into a sort of gutter surrounding it for just that purpose.
When I felt his jock expand still further and begin to buck in my sluicing hole, I jammed myself down over it even harder to savor to the full the delicious sensation of having his sperm add its inundation to the flood of pussyjuice already making a bathtub of my tunnel of love.
When it was over, we left the tub and dried one another off and I scented myself with cologne and put my dark red hair in order before going down to join the others for dinner. By then, of course, I was hungry as an unfed panther, thanks to the great amount of healthy sexercise I had enjoyed since breakfast.
like breakfast, dinner was served buffet style, with a variety of stomach-warming tureens and bowls and platters lined up on the long sideboard. Once again, Duke and Luana had done themselves proud while Uncle Jake and I were upstairs. Rich chicken gumbo and an even richer oyster stew in the two big soup tureens. The roasts included a huge turkey with chestnut and mushroom stuffing and an immense twelve-pound boneless top sirloin almost three inches thick, ruby red in the oozing center and charcoal black on the outside. There were potatoes, a huge compote of mixed green vegetables, rolls, butter, a tossed green salad and pitcher of milk and iced coffee or tea. For dessert, there were deep dish apple pies and a large black-and-white layer cake so lovely it seemed a crime to cut into it.
While there was no taboo against alcoholic beverages in the Martin clan, we seldom if ever seemed to drink while we were at home and together. I mean, like who needed any extra stimulation with all that we had going for us?
As a sop to formality, we all dressed in something for the evening meal ... the boys in open, colorful sports shirts, the girls in little, bright bolero jackets that left our boobs free to bob and swing unhindered. Naturally, we wore nothing below the waist ... after all, in this family, it could be a nuisance at any time to have passage to our genitals impeded by clothing.
After dinner, Daddy and Uncle Jake walked me back to the chapel where I had undergone my delicious ordeal by fucking earlier in the day. There, Daddy explained to me that it was time to indoctrinate me in certain parts of the pagan ritual that was the Martin family's livelihood ... parts that had been withheld until I passed my physical that morning.
The altar, which had been hooded during my earlier chapel session was now unveiled. It proved to be a twin to the grotesque statue of Pan-Priapus I had seen during my brief visit to the Chicago office, a monstrous prick rising from a caricature of a satyr-like little man with a goat beard.
"As a priestess of Pan-Priapus," Daddy told me, "you will be official wife-mistress of the god before you. In the climax of the ritual, after fucking the male acolytes, you will be required to fuck Preepy himself."
My mouth fell open as I regarded the monstrous diameter of the effigy's caricature of a prick and thought with a shudder of the inadequate diameter of my hole. Obviously, the whole idea was impossible.
Turning to Daddy, I said, "Darling Daddy, you're putting me on!"
They regarded me solemnly, and I felt fear stir just below my diaphragm ... but then they looked at one another and began to break up. Uncle Jake tousled my reddish curls with his short thick fingers, and Daddy's smile widened and grew until it became his wonderful silent laugh.
"What's so funny?" I demanded.
"Your expression, dearest of daughters." Daddy gave my pubic hair a loving little tweak, added, "How much of that super cock do you think you could work into that darling little coozy of yours."
I said, "If I ever worked any of that stovepipe prick into my coozy, it wouldn't be darling or little any more."
"Jake, a point well taken," said Daddy. "Shall we show Robin how it works?"
Jake led me in front of the insane statue so that I was standing right over the prepuce of that enormous dick. It appeared to be carved of solid ivory, and there seemed no way in which I could encompass its nine-inch diameter with my much too little hole ... not even with a gallon of lubricating oil or cold cream ... no way, no way at all, at all ... or so I thought.
"Come on, honey," said Uncle Jake, giving my rump a hoist upward. "Put your lovely little feet in those slots in the statue."
They weren't exactly slots but they were footholds ... and, once I placed my feet in them, I was sitting eye-to-eye with this-likeness of old Preepy, with my rump resting on the round dome of his gigantic codpiece. It was chilly and awfully sleek and smooth and the pressure against my crotch made me shudder from the coldness of it.
"Now what?" I said. "That thing makes me feel like the Incredible Shrinking Woman. Do you really expect me to get that thing inside me and live?"
Uncle Jake grinned and said, "All is not gold that glitters, sweetie . . , and all is not prick that prods pussy. Lean forward as if you're embracing Old Preepy ... that's it. Now, see those two Little buttons in the hollow of his neck?"
"Uh-huh..." I could barely make them out, so cleverly were they integrated into the crazy statue's throat, but there they were.
"Good girl!" Uncle Jake beamed at me like a satiated satyr. "Push the one nearest you, honey ... the one in front."
"What's going to happen?" I felt no compulsion to obey.
Daddy moved front and center, said, "Push it, dearest daughter. It's not going to hurt you."
Thinking, Here goes nothing, I pushed . ... and felt the huge round head of the ivory-colored cock sinking under my rump. Down it went ... at least a foot, so that, instead of being eye to eye with the goatish old god, I found myself looking up at him. Turning to darling Daddy and Uncle Jake, I said, "Now what?"
Jake said, "Now, darling ... feel a little knob under your crotch?"
I wriggled my rump and, sure enough, I felt something pushing upward not there when old Preepy was at his peak ... something more my size. When I nodded, Jake said, "Now make sure it's right under your cunt, honey."
"Okay," I said. "What next?"
"Just push the other button and sit tight," said my mischievous fat uncle.
"Not too tight," said Daddy as I obeyed once more.
Something rose out of the tip of old Preepy's prick and slowly penetrated my coozy, something smooth and hard and round of tip that slid into me with the greatest of ease. I sat perfectly still until it ceased growing, with its head just short of the flanged gates of my womb.
"What's it for?" I asked and, recognizing a dumb question when I hear one, added, "I mean, like it could take me a month of Sundays to get any real jollies out of it."
My father and my uncle exchanged a long glance, then Daddy said, "Just push the button back again."
I did, and from then on, I had a wild ride. The dildo suddenly became insanely alive in my rapidly juicing tunnel of lust. Apparently, it was some sort of electric vibrator, and it acted like an upended Mixmaster blade in my guts. I mean, it seemed to be doing everything at once. All I could do was grab old Preepy around the neck and hang on while that plastic prick whirred and whirled and kept jolting around in my twat.
It made me come ... make no mistake about that. It would have made another statue come. In fact, once it got me started, there seemed to be no way of stopping not only its action but my reaction. Finally, when I felt my guts churning to jelly, I cried, "How do I turn this damn thing off?"
"Back button, honey!" cried darling Daddy, who was beginning to look concerned for his prize chick ... meaning me.
I did so, and the animation in my cunt ran down to a merciful halt. I made a move to lift my crotch off the dildo that had given it such a jazzing, but Uncle Jake cried, "No, Robin ... not that way ... not ever! Push the back button again."
Wondering, I did so and felt the stiff dildo slide out of my cunt and back into its niche in the urethra of Old Preepy's prodigious proppy-cock. I finally began to get the idea then and, as I lifted my rump, I pushed the front button in the zany statue's throat. There were murmurs of approval from my audience of two as old Preepy's prick rose once more to its eye-popping peak.
"That's one way of ending a ritual serving of our god," said Daddy. "But only when you want your audience to believe you've out fucked him. Usually, it's better to push both buttons simultaneously once you've stopped the interior action. That way, when you climb off, you won't seem to be leaving even a temporarily unstiff divine prick behind you."
"But can't the audience see I'm not really being fucked by a statue?" I asked.
Daddy pulled me against his side and gave me a hug and said, "Not the way we work it, daughter dear. Not with the audience twelve feet or more back and with the lights working their magic." A pause, then "Jake, get Leona in here and let's show Robin how it works." And, when Uncle Jake had departed, "Dearest of daughters, it hasn't failed yet in thousands of demonstrations. Remember, you and the god are always in profile to the audience, which makes it look even more as if you were getting a real fucking.
"We even let privileged acolytes prepare old Preepy's prick by oiling it up for the job it appears to do."
I said, "But, Daddy darling, why bother with the dildo?"
Because simulation is never as convincing as stimulation ... and when Preepy's inner prick gets vibrating in a cunt, that cunt's owner is getting fucked and no mistake, either by herself or by her audience."
"Amen to that," I said.
"Sometimes, we have even let medical men examine a priestess after such a divine servicing. There's a gizmo rigged for a seminal emission in the dildo and there's never any question about the priestess being thoroughly aroused. So far, we have acquired more than a dozen physician members of our cult." A pause, then with a half-smile, "And sent at least as many running to their psychiatrist's couches. Ah, here we are ... thank you, Leona."
Lovely Leona flipped a hand and said, "-likewise, I'm sure." Uncle Jake had evidently briefed her on what we wanted, because she climbed aboard old Preepy's horrendous horn without asking what for, looking like a golden princess of Lilliput doing her best to get diddled by Gulliver.
Uncle Jake moved around behind the statue and got to work on the lighting. First, the chapel was cast in dimness, then the statue with its beautiful human passenger was lighted eerily from underneath.
Moving her beautifully curved body like a dancer in slow motion, my blonde half-sister performed the ritual of servicing old Preepy with a skill that left me breathless. Even though I was on the inside, so to speak, it seemed to me that this remarkable girl was actually making love to the grotesque old god of sex.
Daddy drew me back until we were the prescribed twelve feet from the exhibition, and, as it proceeded, I could hardly believe my startled eyes ...
From a starting point, like mine, eye to eye with the ancient divinity, Leona, while hugging Old Preepy's neck as if she adored him, actually seemed to be absorbing that gigantic cock in a hole I knew to be far too tight to take anything more than a third as thick, if that. Slowly, as the big dong slid downward beneath her rump, her head was lowered as well. From where I stood, I could have sworn that big, big, big prick was right inside her, even though I knew how the gizmo worked.
"But, Daddy, how...? " I asked.
The hand slipped inside my arm gave my left tit a loving squeeze as Daddy took my question for the compliment it was. He said, pointing, "It's all in the lighting, my dearest daughter. Having most of it from below not only gives the entire ritual a supernatural effect not unknown to the makers of Hollywood monster films ... actually, it casts just enough shadow over the area it pretends to illuminate so that Leona really does seem to be getting fucked by our insatiable lord."
Just then, Leona called, "Here goes, everybody ... ivheeeeeee!" This last as she punched the back button a second time and set the dildo mixer whirring in her pussy as, minutes before, it had whirled in mine.
This made the illusion marvelously complete ... rendered entirely convincing thanks to the alliance between flimflammery and a real if artificially induced fucking. There was no question about my beautiful blonde sister getting her rocks off. Beneath the golden sun tan that covered it, her exquisite body took on a roseate hue that verged on purple and her writhings and rollings increased. A clever spotlight picked out the stiffness of her bouncing nipples, assuring the onlookers that this was nO mere simulation.
Thanks to the shadows cast by her gyrating body across the idol of yesteryear, old Preepy actually seemed to flicker into life, with a variety of expressions passing over his grotesque face ... now smiling, now angry, now silently laughing out loud.
"Okay, darling ... come on down!" cried darling Daddy. "We've got the idea. Thank you."
"Just a minute, Daddy," Leona gasped. "I've got one more big one coming on." Her whole body began to quiver violently and, again, she cried, "Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!"
When she had turned it off, she slid gracefully from her perch aboard old Preepy's prick as if she were dismounting sidesaddle. She came up to us, pouting and wriggling her provocative hips, and said to darling Daddy, "You shouldn't have called it off so soon, Daddy."
"Since when have you obeyed that kind of order so quickly?" Daddy countered, plucking her pubic hair fondly. "Besides, I wanted you to save some for me tonight."
"Hah!" cried Leona, tossing her golden mane. "Now you're getting around to me. How do you know I haven't made a date for tonight with Uncle Jake? Or Duke? Or Mal? Or Terry?"
"Because," Daddy said quietly, "even if you had, you'd break it."
Leona looked at me, her eyes wide, her hands open. She said, "How do you like that for male conceit, Robin? Come on, you beautiful thing, let's give them a little dose of Women's Lib-treatment."
She led me to the mattresses that had seen such delightful usage early in the day. I looked at her, and we both giggled. I like an occasional bout with one of my sisters, if only to vary the sex routine ... most do, as a matter-of-fact, though the boys never bugger each other and only do rim jobs once in a rare while. And of all my sisters, Leona was the most fun that way. Not only because she was the most beautiful and sexy as a fucking machine, but because she has such a crazy clit. She can actually work it a couple of inches into a girl's cunt, and she gets almost as big a charge out of using it as she does when she's getting a real fucking. So does the girl she's poking it into, because Leona knows more about sex than Dr. David Reuben himself.
But just as I was opening up my thighs to receive her, she stopped and said, "Oh, those bastards . .
Looking up, I was just in time to see the last of Daddy's rump as he followed Uncle Jake out the door.
I made a move to get up and go after them, saying, "So much for Women's Lib, honey."
But Leona pushed me back on the mattress and said, "Screw them. Let's leave them two girls short for a while and have ourselves a ball at the same time ... "