Chapter 6

Kurt was startled to find himself back in his favorite bar after the exhausting day's work. Hadn't he decided to go straight home? The impossible situation at home had gone on long enough. It was time for him to do something about it. It was long overdue, in fact.

Even so, he ordered himself a drink. He sipped the harsh booze slowly, playing for time. What decisions had he made, really? Did he have any idea of what was wrong? If not, what hope had he of repairing the situation? He played with the glass mechanically as he thought. The home problems, as far as he could see, had no bearing on each other. On the one hand, he felt a shocking disinterest in his beloved wife sexually. On the other hand, there was the separate problem that his family seemed to be breaking apart into separate pieces in front of his eyes. While Kurt could see that his absences from home were in no way helping either situation, he was finding it unbearable to be at home. Sighing, he sipped at his drink and studied the plump ass of the sexy little bar maid.

She was not unaware of his glance. Her eyes appraised his lean body and rugged handsomeness coolly. All at once Kurt knew he could have her if he wished. As if she were reading his mind, the girl smiled slightly. It was then Kurt noticed how young she was. More like a bouncy teenager with woman-sized tits. The thought excited him somewhat. He grinned back.

"Did you want another drink, sir?" Her voice was little-girl soft.

With an I-don't-give-a-damn-what-happens air, Kurt reached over and patted the saucy behind and whispered, "Not really. What I really want is you."

Her reaction was simple. She blushed furiously and turned on her heel.

He turned his attention back to the drink and his problems. He was slightly annoyed with himself for teasing the bar maid, and quite irritated with her for not dropping her panties right there. He was, he decided, either growing drunk on one drink, or finally going off the deep end.

The girl was back. She was tearing through her purse, looking for something, her back to

Kurt, her head bent over the bar. The tight shorts she wore showed her ass off nicely. Kurt was tempted to go to her, pull off her pants, and stick his cock up her asshole. The thought gave him a slight erection. There was something about the sweet, childishness of the girl that excited him. His cock continued to harden.

The girl located what she wanted, a beat-up hairbrush, and returned the purse to its nook under the counter. Swinging her little rump prettily, she sailed out the side door to the parking lot. Just before she was out of sight, she peeked back at Kurt.

Kurt felt his prick swell from the melting look she gave him. He dropped a hand to his lap, pushing the hot bulge to one side so that he could stand up without pointing. He followed her out the door.

She was leaning against a car, brushing her long brown hair. In the dark she looked like a little girl. Her eyes were huge as she watched him near her. He didn't know exactly how to approach her; he was certain only that he had to have her. "Are you comfortable there? Wouldn't you rather brush your hair in my car?"

She shrugged, her eyes never leaving his face. The child image was very strong.

An unexpected urgency gripped him. For the first time in his life Kurt knew he could commit an act of violence in order to get what he wanted if there was no other way. He walked to his car, opened it and slid into the back seat, leaving the door open. "Get in!"

Her voice, now sultry and breathless, touched his cock like a hand. "Are you asking me to get in the car or are you ordering me to get in?"

The tone in her voice was unmistakable. If Kurt had picked up on the child in her, it was because she wanted him to see it-because she wanted to be the child. "I'm ordering you to get in here." A part of him was amazed at the depth of his knowledge of both of their roles at the moment. "Now get your ass in here before I slap the shit out of you!"

The girl gasped with undeniable pleasure and hurried toward him. She got in the car, leaned back, pulled the door shut and waited, her beautiful face innocent, almost angelic. "Don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want me to do."

His big cock began to tremble. "Unzip me, little girl. I'm going to make you kiss my prick."

"Oh, no!" she protested, "I couldn't do that!" But even as she spoke her fingers were busy in his fly. "That's a bad thing to do. Once my big brother made me do that to him. He made me lick it, too. And suck on it. Then my father caught us. He spanked my big brother hard."

The hand was wonderful on his dick, hesitant yet talented. "Is that all he did? What did he do to you?" Kurt kept his voice barely audible, sinking into the fantasy with her.

Her voice trembled with excitement. "He took me into his room and spanked me. Then he told me sucking cock was a terrible thing to do, and all kinds of things could happen if I did it anymore. Then he showed me what could happen. He took off his pants and sat down on the bed. He made me kneel in front of him, take out his peter and put it in my mouth. It was so big! Then he made me lick and suck it. Before long it began squirting in my mouth. He made me swallow it all, even when I began to cry. Then he let me go, warning me again that this can happen if you suck on cocks. He made me learn the same lesson again later that day, and for every day during the next week. Are you going to give me the same lesson?"

Kurt was finding it hard to talk. His mouth was suddenly dry.

"Almost. Only I'm not going to squirt in your mouth. Did your...your . . . " why was the word so hard for him to say? ". . . your daddy ever give you any lessons about not sitting on cocks, sweetheart?" At once images of "teaching" Janna and Lennie this way came to him. He felt his prick pound.

"Oh, yes!" she breathed, staring hard at his cock. She held it tenderly. "He used to come into my room during the night and give me those lessons. Only it hurt. He would take down my panties and make me spread my legs. Then he would play with my little slit down there. You know, with his fingers. Sometimes he used his tongue. That felt so good! But he would tell me never to let anyone else do it to me. Then he would pick me up and sit me down on his lap, pushing my legs up and around him. He would hold his thing against me. Then he would shove it inside me. I didn't used to like it, but he made me take it. At first I tried to get away, but that made him mad. He used to spank me. So I didn't run anymore. I'd sit right down on it like he told me. It would start feeling good after a while. Are you going to do that to me?" She smiled sweetly. "I can't unless you make me do it. My daddy told me not to let anyone do it to me, but I keep meeting men who make me do it. So I have to do it anyway. It always feels so good."

Kurt was ready to shoot his hot load right then. Thoughts of Janna and Lennie, slipping into their rooms and sucking and fucking them were strong in his mind. He grabbed the girl by her hair. His voice was harsh. "Kiss my cock quick. Then sit on my lap. Quick! If I come before I fuck you I'm going to beat the piss out of your little ass! Quick!"

The girl ducked her pretty head, plastered a hot kiss on the head of his throbbing cock, and immediately got up onto his lap. She undid her shorts and slipped them off, then reached down and tugged her see-through panties to one side, exposing her softly furred little pussy. "Daddy loved to fuck me while I was wearing my panties. Sometimes he ripped them right off me when he squirted. He used to squirt inside me."

Kurt guided her hips down toward his prick. "Did...did your mother ever find out what your daddy was doing to you?"

"Oh, yes! One time she came in and saw us. She was mad, but Daddy pulled up her dress and began to lick her between the legs. She stopped yelling and started acting crazy. Like she forgot I was even there. Then Daddy stopped licking her. He said he was going to fuck me while she watched, and if she was a good girl, he would lick her some more."

His enormous prick slid effortlessly up her juicing cunt. His insides were boiling. He plowed her fully, then held still, adjusting to the exquisite closeness. "What did she do?"

The girl sighed from the cock in her. "She let him fuck me after a while. Then he licked her. It was better after that. He would take me in bed with them. Sometimes he would make her lick my little pussy before he would agree to touch her or let her touch him. It was fun. I always do whatever my daddy tells me to do. What do you want me to do now, Daddy?" She began to move up and down on his prick.

"Ooh. . . . " he was beyond thought or reason now. "Just ride my cock, baby...let me fuck you, Janna....Sit on my big cock, Lennie, darling. I wish I could fuck and suck you at the same time.... I could suck Lennie and fuck Janna.... Ooh! Aah.... I'd love to have Julie watch me play with the girls...like your mother and father.... "

Dimly aware of the insanity of his words, Kurt had long ago ceased caring. He only knew that he was experiencing the best fuck of his life. No one had ever been as hot, no one had ever known such ecstasy.... "I'm going to squirt up your little-girl pussy, honey.... I'm going to come in you.... Take it, you sweet little girl, take it! Now, now! Yes! Yes! My God, take it!"

The girl squirmed furiously on the pole up her slit as he exploded into her womb. "Oh, Daddy! I feel it! I feel it!" She humped him with professional perfection.

It took Kurt a full five minutes to collect himself. Long after his sperm was drawn from his balls the throbbing continued throughout his blood stream. It was the strongest, hardest orgasm he had ever had. Dimly he felt the girl get off him and adjust her clothing. Finally he had to open his eyes. Strangely, he didn't want to face the girl now. She was a part of his fantasy, not of his waking personality. He didn't know what to say to her.

But she made it relatively easy. "I kinda thought that was your trip. It was great fun, baby, but gee, I must have missed out on twenty bucks worth of tips while I was out here with you."

Kurt didn't look at her as he fumbled with his wallet. But he felt relieved. Prostitution was so Uncomplicated-cash on the line. He tipped her an extra five.

"Thanks, hon. Now I've got to split. See you again, huh?" She slipped out of the car with a minimum of noise.

He sat there a while longer, his cock soft and naked in his lap. He touched it gently. The guilt he felt immediately afterwards was fading, now that the girl was gone. It was time to face facts. Definitely. Without judgment. Kurt slipped his prick back into his pants and lit a cigarette. For whatever reason, the thought of making love to his daughters excited him beyond belief. It was crazy, but he had to face facts. There was no need to depress himself about the fact-a fact it was and there wasn't a thing he could do about it.

He started the engine and slowly drove home.

Not that he had to do a damn thing about it....

Not that he ever would....He thought of his sexy daughters. A moment later he turned his car around and headed for another bar.

John stared at his school books, made a small notation on a paper, then slammed the book shut. He was restless, annoyed. Yet somehow he couldn't quite locate the reason for his irritation. Things just hadn't been the same lately-there had been too much sneaking around and lying.

The boy got up and threw himself onto his bed. It had been a week since the night at the Jennings, almost as long since the initiation. There had been no action since then. He had grabbed Janna the night before in the hallway for a quick kiss and feel. But his mother had picked that time to come up the stairs. They hadn't been caught, but the close call bothered him. Julie had asked him into her bedroom then, to ask him about a note she'd received from school. She had been wearing a sheer gown with a frothy robe over it. Her lovely body became real to John then for the first time. Suddenly she was a woman, not just his mother; suddenly she was an exciting, beautiful chick, someone to fuck and suck. He didn't know what to do with his feelings. It was impossible to keep his eyes off her body.

John wriggled into the bedding, remembering. He had been hot after escaping from his mother's bedroom, so hot that he had to pound his cock before he could sleep. Frank had been out, so that cut off the possibility of discussing his feelings with his older brother.

John knew Janna was in her room this very minute. He wished he could go in there, pull down her panties, and lick her pussy. There was no way he could concentrate on his studies with images of his sisters and mother running through his mind. His dad, as usual, was hitting the bars. That left him, John, alone in the house with Lennie, Janna, and his mother. That thought alone raised his cock. He rolled over on his belly.

Frank walked in then. He looked at his brother for a moment. Then, as if reading his mind, Frank asked where Janna was.

"She's in her room. Lennie's in talking with Mother, I think."

"What say we go hit on Janna then, little brother? I'm so fucking horny I'm going to shoot off in your mouth if I don't get some pussy."

John grinned nervously. "I was having trouble concentrating on my homework, if you want to know the truth." He turned over to study his roughly handsome brother. "Listen, Frank . . did you ever really look at Mother? I mean, at her body?" His face flamed.

Frank smiled, then began to laugh.

"I just meant.... "

Frank waved back John's protests. "Yeah, man, I've been there. Like, she's really sexy, you know?" He leaned over and affectionately messed up the boy's hair. "When I was little I spent half my life peeking at her and playing with myself." He laughed again. "Like don't worry about it, huh?"

John grinned. He realized then how excited he was. If Janna couldn't be talked into a little fun, he might even do what Frank said, suck him off, just to relieve some of the heat in his own loins. "As Janna to come in here, huh? Do you think we should? I mean, with Mother down the hall? Neither of our doors lock, really."

Frank laughed again. "It'll be okay. What's the worst thing that can happen? If Mother walks in on us, I'll make out like I'm stoned, grab her and give her the best tongue job she's ever had, and the next day she can blame it all on the evils of drugs." He laughed again. "I'm going to get Janna. Get ready."

John watched Frank leave, then he shucked off his clothing. His young cock was still. Grinning, he picked up an edge of the blanket and covered it.

Janna and Frank tiptoed into the room. Both wore big grins.

Frank didn't waste a moment. He slipped his hand under his sister's skirt.

"Umm, that feels good. Make me naked, Frank. You too, Johnny." She threw her arms apart and waited, poised in the middle of the room.

Smiling, Frank unbuttoned Janna's blouse. Out tumbled those fantastic breasts. Both boys stared at them mutely. "Remember when I was going with that bitch Carrie last year, Janna? Do you know the only reason I had anything to do with her was because I thought her tits probably looked like yours. I was so wrong." He used both hands to weigh one of the enormous globes. "My cock digs it too."

Janna laughed, then reached out and unzipped his fly. She pulled out his cock and balls, but didn't play with them.

Frank looked down at his distending prick, then back at her perfect breasts. "Your turn, John. And hurry it up or I'll ram this monster up your asshole instead."

John obeyed willingly. He stood up and hurried to his half-naked sister.

Janna and Frank laughed at his eager pole as it swayed from side to side as he walked. "Better hurry before I end up getting poked."

The mini-skirt came off in his fingers. Now all that covered Janna's flesh were smoky nylons and a lacy white garter belt. The straps bit into her firm belly and the garters dimpled her naked thighs. She wore no panties, and her fleecy pubic hairs formed a perfect target.

"Hey, leave the rest of the stuff on. I like that. Come on over here." Frank sat down on the edge of the bed. They were all aware that they should hurry, but somehow the mood of lazy indulgence was being set without much thought.

Janna walked to her brother. Her cunt was on a level with his face. He used his tongue to separate the damp little lips. Then he began to eat her pussy frantically.

Watching, John came up behind Janna and began to rub the cheeks of her founded ass.

"That feels good, Johnny. My butt is almost as sensitive as my cunt."

Frank looked up. "Hey, lick her ass, John. Let's turn her on good, then fuck the shit out of her."

Giggling, Janna offered her behind to the boy, parting the cheeks with her fingertips. "Go ahead and lick it, Johnny. It gets me hot."

John bent his head. His tongue flicked over the puckered asshole, withdrew, then plunged.

Janna groaned with pleasure. She spread her legs wide and threw back her head. One hand flew to either brother's head. Then she began to pump her hips gently, first shoving her pussy against Frank's face, then grinding her tight asshole against John's probing tongue.

Soon Frank pulled away. He stared down at his aching cock. "Enough of this stuff. It's time for some real fun and games." He grinned as his brother pulled away and looked up at him. "I'm. not forgetting about you." He reached over and fingered John's cock. He was silent for a moment. "Listen, I've got an idea. Janna, suck the kid's cock. Get it super wet. Hurry up."

Janna turned around and brought her mouth to John's lap. She tongued his balls a little, enjoying his groaning appreciation. But Frank objected almost at once.

"Hey, none of that! Save the fooling around for later. My prick's about to explode. Just soak his cock with spit."

Janna stuck her tongue out at her older brother. Then she obeyed. She flattened her tongue and wrapped it around the base of the boy's cock, slowly gliding it upwards toward the head. Then, with a sudden shift in position, Janna swooped down on the entire shaft, embedding the glistening, wedge-shaped head in her straining throat. She played with it for a moment or two, then got down to the serious business of wetting his prick. When she finally pulled away, the glands was slippery with saliva, and very large from the skillful sucking.

"That's fine." Frank patted the girl's cheek fondly. He stretched out on the floor on his side and pulled her to him. Holding her, he slipped his legs between hers and fitted his cock to her cunt. She bent one leg, draping it over his hip, then mashed her chest to his.

"Go ahead, stick it in me! Go on, fuck me!" Her excitement mounted as his heavy prick teased her hole. Hot already from the two tongues working on her at once and from the cock sucking she had done, it was all the girl could do to keep from impaling herself on his twitching tool. But she wanted her beloved big brother to do it to her, to ram his massive prick up her slit. She waited impatiently, drilling holes into his chest with her spiked breasts.

Frank let the head of his dick slowly sink into his sister's lovely little cunt. When he had it firmly lodged there, he motioned to his brother. "Get up behind her," he whispered, guiding John into position with his hands. He directed the boy towards his sister's ass. "Sucking it might be okay, but fucking it has got to feel a hell of a lot nicer," he teased, holding open the rosy cheeks. He waited until the boy, breathing unevenly, had steered his cock snugly into the crack. "Now, John! Now let's really give it to the sweet little bitch! Let's feed her more cock than she's ever had! Let's come in her until she floats out of the room!" With that, he rammed his cock home, filling her completely with one swing of his powerful loins.

At nearly the same moment John, excited and tense, began to slowly drive his prick up her tongue-greased asshole.

Janna buried her face in Frank's shoulder to keep from screaming. The intensity of taking on both her brothers at the same time, the ecstasy of the cock in her pussy, the pain-pleasure of the one up her rectum, was almost too much. She wanted to scream out, dare her mother to break this bundle of joy by turning shocked eyes on the three of them. She'd laugh in her mother's face; she'd defy the woman to make her stop. Carried away by the speculating, Janna managed to ask Frank his opinion on the matter. "Frank! What if Mother came in now! Would you pull your big prick out of my hole? Would you stop fucking me? Would you make Johnny stop ass-fucking me? If Mother walked in on us right now, what would you do?"

Frank slowly reared back, easing his meat out of her pulsating hole. He jabbed her deliberately, then slammed into her again. "I'd tell her to go fuck herself! No, better still, I'd tell her to wait her turn. I wouldn't stop fucking you, though. I wouldn't let John stop fucking you, either. Nothing could make us stop now short of blowing our nuts inside you."

"John!" she cried softly, twisting her neck while her younger brother's strong young cock worked in and out of her bottom. "John! What would you do if Mother came in here now and told us to stop! Would you stop? Would you take that big thing out of me? "

John had difficulty speaking. All his logic and wit seemed embedded in his swelling prick. Finally he managed to respond, responding shakily at that. "I don't know! I wouldn't stop fucking you, though," he managed to say. He had a quick image of taking his cock out of Janna and sticking it into Julie. Had his mother ever had his father's cock up her ass? Had it felt as good to his father as it did to him? Both he and his brother had large pricks. Did they get them from their father? Did he have a giant tool? Did it drive his mother out of her mind in bed? John's cock was twitching violently as his mind raced through the possibilities. The inside of his sister's ass was like a moist vise, bearing down on him. sucking at him, tightening around him, imprisoning him in her depths. He had played now in each of her holes, and preferred which ever one he was in at the time....

He could almost touch his brother's cock through the thin wall separating them. Frank thrust his cock fully into his sister's convulsing vagina, wondering if it was his prick or his brother's which was making her come. He felt in no danger of coming himself-he could go on like this forever, his rod swollen, his balls full, his head clear. He had been a fool to wait this long. He could have been doing this to Janna for years. But the idea that she was his sister was disturbing, though in all honesty it only excited him all the more. Just as the thought of fucking his mother seemed the kick to end all kicks. But everyone knew you didn't fuck your sisters or mother. Well, he was through with believing that nonsense. He intended to take his fun where he could find it, and he seriously doubted he'd ever find more of it than in his own home....

"I don't want to talk about it, Lennie. Not now. I...I have a headache." Julie touched her forehead delicately.

The girl sat down on the bed, allowing her hip to graze her mother's body. "I'm sorry you have a headache, Mother, but we are going to talk about it. Unless you want me to get rid of your headache for you first?" She brought her hands to her mother's face.

Julie jumped at the touch of the slim fingers. She fought to keep herself calm. "It...it's really not that bad...."

"Don't be silly. Here.... " Lennie got up on the big bed and lowered herself behind her mother who sat stiffly on the edge of the mattress. She pulled Julie back a little, forcing her legs to dangle rather than be planted on the rug. Then the girl fitted herself to her mother's back, lifting her nightgown to her waist so that her naked pussy could rub against her mother's flimsy-gowned back. Either leg encircled Julie's hips and thighs, and her young breasts pressed into Julie's back. Reaching around, she began to massage the woman's brow.

Julie gasped as she felt the hot little cunt and soft breasts. Her ass tingled from the contact, while her own pussy was beginning to throb in spite of her attempts at self-control. She felt powerless to do anything to resist her impish little daughter.

"Doesn't this feel nice?" the girl asked, puncturing her question with a soft bump of her crotch. Slowly she dropped one hand to Julie's breasts. The gown added a film of silkiness to the already silky flesh. Lennie's hand pushed it aside until she had one naked tit in her hand. She squeezed it reverently, abruptly so excited a gasp escaped from her own lips. She knew she could probably come just from squeezing her mother's tits. They felt so good in her hand, so full and heavy. The nipples were like little magnets-it was torture not to be sucking and biting them.

The cream seemed to be oozing out between her legs. Julie shut her eyes. There was no way of denying it-Lennie's hands on her naked tits were overwhelmingly desirable. Even if Kurt himself were to walk in her this second, Julie doubted if she would be able to push the hands away. Soon they would suck each other. Julie knew it would happen. She would press her hot box into her daughter's mouth while fastening her own lips and tongue to Lennie's juicy, delicious little pussy. And she would suck her, make her come, lap up her cream and beg for more. All the while she would be coming into her daughter's greedy mouth, and nothing on earth could stop her from doing it. Her nipples swelled as she thought of what was to come next. If Kurt were to walk in on them she would sooner make him ram his prick up her dry asshole and fuck her until she bled than put an end to this wonderful moment. All thoughts of the headache were gone.

One of Lennie's probing hands dropped beneath the full breasts. They slowly traced their way over the shapely rib cage, past the rounded tummy, falling to the crisply haired vee between her mother's thighs. Sighing, the fingers weaved through the pubic garden and touched the slit below. "You're so wet, Mother. So juicy. You want it as badly as I do, don't you? You want my tongue and my cunt, don't you?"

Mutely, the mother nodded.

But Lennie wouldn't settle for that. Once and for all time she wanted the issued resolved. Then they could be free to lick each other every chance they got. Then Lennie would be free to do as she'd longed to do for so long, crawl into bed with her mother in the mornings when everyone else was gone and wake her by sucking on her beautiful, fragrant twat. Of course, now that she and her brothers and sisters really knew each other, they were no longer a problem. In fact, for the first time, they were assets Janna's pussy was almost as inviting as her mother's, and her brothers' cocks were not without charm for her. If only she could figure out some way to get her mother to join the parties they were sure to have....

Her finger dipped into the juicing slit. She moaned as the little hole clutched at her fingertip, nipping at it toothlessly. No, she would share her wonderful mother later. Now she was going to have it all for herself. Not even the entrance of her father would stop her, not that that was anything to worry about. He never got home until late anymore. But even if he did, she would somehow get him to fuck her rather than abandon her mother's cunt. She'd sit right down on his prick and dare him to push her off. She'd make him love it. Then she'd go back to sucking Julie off. Her finger reached up and twirled around the little clitoris. It felt so good....

Once her daughter's finger tickled her clit, Julie was beyond reason completely. She doubled over the hand and moaned. Then she threw herself backwards on the bed, being careful not to dislodge the hand in her. She threw her legs apart and pushed her gown up and out of the way of her throbbing slit.

Excitedly, Lennie shoved the gown all the way up her mother's body, leaving the frothy material bunched around her neck. Then she looked down at the woman, breathless at her beauty, the lewd nakedness of the gown's positioning on her flesh. It took enormous effort to keep from throwing herself down and lapping the creaming pussy right then. Her mouth was thirsting for the woman's juices. Instead, the girl bent over Julie's pretty feet and parted her lips. She sucked a long shell-like toe into her mouth.

It was like an electric current. Julie hadn't expected the hot mouth to start there. She groaned as if in pain as the mouth moved from toe to toe, giving each a hard, drawn-out sucking. Long before she had finished, Julie brought a hand to her own pussy. She couldn't stand to wait. She had to ease the pain in her cunt somehow....

Lennie reached up and slapped the hand away. She wouldn't allow her mother to touch herself. She wanted her to suffer. Only her own hot tongue would relieve that suffering. The power was hers, and hers alone. She released a toe and spoke, needing to drag out that final commitment from the woman before gratifying her. "Do you want me to suck you off, Mother? Do you want me to lick you between your legs? Do you want to suck my cunt, Mother? Tell me, Mother, tell me how badly you want us to lap each other's pussy. Tell me!"

Julie nodded her head again. She was panting with desire now. Through slitted eyes she looked up at her daughter who was ripping off her own gown as she kneeled over Julie. Her thighs were parted, showing the damp little crotch off beautifully. As if magnetized, Julie shot her finger toward the girl's hole.

But Lennie slapped the hand away. "Uh-uh, Mother. You can't touch my pussy until you tell me how badly you want it. Have you thought about sucking me and having me suck you since the last time we did it? Did you want it again when you thought about it? Are you going to be honest about it from now on? Let me suck you off whenever we get a chance? Or are you going to go back to pretending it never happened, make me work for it each time? If you don't tell me right now, tell me everything, I'm going to get up and walk out of here. I mean it, Mother. I'll get up and walk right out of here and you'll never touch a hair of my cunt again. Or never feel my fingers, my tongue in your hole again. Is that what you want? "

Lennie's rampage served only to excite the woman more than ever. "My God!" she groaned, "I'm going to come! I'm going to come without even being touched!"

"Tell me, Mother! Tell me!" Lennie ordered, on the verge of coming herself.

Julie flung her head back and began to speak. Her words were punctuated with moans and sighs. Her voice was a harsh rasp. "All right! I'll tell you! Yes, I want you! I want your lips, your tongue, your pussy, your sweet little ass, your tits, your perfect, delicious body. I want every inch of you. In my hands! In my mouth! I need you to suck me, to lick me all over! To force your cunt into my mouth while lapping my own! I don't care if you are my own daughter! I want you! I never wanted anything so much! I'd do anything you told me to do to you! I've thought of nothing but sucking you and being sucked by you since that time we did it. I even went to see a girl I used to suck and be sucked by years ago. I spent hours doing it to her, having her do it to me, but all I could think about was your wonderful pussy! So please don't stop. Please don't leave me! I'll do it with you any time you want me, I'll never, rever pretend it didn't happen again! I promise.

Oooh, I want it so badly! So bad! I'll do anything, anything you say, anything at all.... "

Lennie watched her mother break off her tirade and go into spasms. Immediately she shoved a finger up her mother's convulsing hole. Watching the woman squirm on her darting finger almost triggered her own orgasm. Instead, she fell down on top of the lovely body and brought her cunt to her mother's, dry-humping her until the spasms ceased. They kissed deeply, tongues entwining and lips mashing together. Lennie's strong hands reached around the firm hips and scooped up handfuls of ass flesh. Tingling all over with desire, the girl slid upwards until her naked pussy was over her mother's mouth.

"Suck me, mother! I want to come off in your mouth. I'm too hot to wait any longer."

Julie was delighted to do as she was told. The little twat over her face was unbearably appealing, a soft furry pair of ridges indented by pink glazed flesh. The core of the fleshy landscape was a protuberance the size of a child's fingertip, neatly encased in a fold of skin. Just below, and darker in color, was the mysterious hole that could expand to take in a cock forty times its size, yet clutch tightly around a finger. Sweet nectar oozed from the walls, releasing a heady odor far more appealing to the woman than any perfume she'd ever smelled. She wanted to slowly lick up the juices first, but, realizing her daughter's immediate need, she instead began to swab the swollen little clit with her pointed tongue. Her reward was almost instantaneous. Julie was close to coming again as the beautiful young twat began to convulse against her mouth.

"OOh! Ooh! Oh! Yes! That's the way! That's so good. . . . " As soon as she could move, Lennie slid down off her mother's face and into her arms. They kissed lightly, then with more passion.

Lennie smiled with the smug knowledge that they had only just begun....

Kurt waved to a few of the men at the bar but declined their offer to have him join them. He needed to think. He needed a drink. He needed to be alone.

After the drink came, Kurt turned curiously toward the men he knew at the bar. Two of the men were executives like himself. One was in a slightly higher bracket. On the surface Kurt knew he was interchangeable with the men at the bar. On some American survey of business men he would be a part of the largest statistic. Yet here he was, sitting at a bar, looking at the other normalcy statistics and wondering if they, too, were afraid to go home because they might lose control and fuck their own daughters.

He gulped his drink quickly. But after he ordered another, he was sorry he had done so. This was not a night for getting drunk. He needed his wits, because one way or the other he intended to go home and straighten out his fragmenting family, his sex life, his head. If it meant drowning himself in black coffee, then waking them all from a sound sleep, Kurt was absolutely determined that the morning sun would not rise without there being some major changes in his life.

He sipped at his drink a little longer, however, aware that, in addition to determination, he had to have some sort of a plan, or at least some realistic idea of the actual trouble spots so that he might heal them. All he really knew was that everything was wrong and it was up to him to patch it up. And on a detail level, all Kurt knew was that sex with his beloved wife wasn't good any more, that his entire family were becoming strangers to each other, that the idea of sexually knowing his daughters was thrilling, and that sex outside of his family, while obviously potentially exciting, would solve nothing. He put his glass down, paid his bill, and left the bar.

Janna stretched out on the bed and looked up at the other two. She smiled warmly at them. "That was fun, but I could go more. Much more. Anybody ready yet?"

Frank sat down on the bed next to her, grinning. "I'm nowhere near my limit either baby. Only right now a cigarette is what I need." He passed around his pack.

John waved the pack away. Now that he had proved his manhood in a more important way, it wasn't so necessary for him to smoke. He sat down on the floor by Janna's bed and began to stroke her leg. He was feeling very affectionate towards his big sister. She was making up for all the times when she would have very little to do with him during their childhood. Filled with a feeling not unlike gratitude, John leaned over and tenderly kissed the girl's instep.

Frank laughed. "Dig the Romeo type. Romeo Heart-throb. How are you on hand kissing, kid? I know how you are on pussy kissing."

"Don't tease Johnny, Frank, you big bully. I like it. He's sweet. You're a slob." She rubbed her younger brother's head, but she smiled as warmly at Frank.

"I should make you pay for that, bitch," he said with a grin. "I notice you sure don't mind fucking and sucking a slob."

She giggled. "Any old time, brother mine. Any old time. Like now, maybe?" she suggested hopefully.

Frank rolled over to his stomach and watched his brother caress his sister. "You know," he addressed Janna, "the kid's as pretty as any girl I know. Look at that ass of his. I wouldn't mind getting into it right now."

Janna leaned over and kissed the top of John's head. "Oh, I don't know. I was sort of thinking of having him eat my pussy for a while."

"No reason why he can't do both at the same time, is there?" Frank's voice was perfectly reasonable as they continued to talk as if John were not present or could not speak for himself.

But John didn't mind. He, in fact, kind of liked their treatment of him. They were both his idols, and lately had been bringing him so much pleasure. He would gladly do whatever they asked, especially if it were presented to him as if he had no choice in the matter at all. If Frank had asked him if he could fuck him, he would have had to say no, if only to defend his masculinity. But with Frank telling him he was going to fuck him in the ass, the entire matter was obviously settled. It would happen; Frank was going to do it to him, and there was no point or time for argument. He continued stroking his sister's pretty legs.

"First he'd have to get your cock in shape," Janna commented, giggling.

Frank looked down at his soft dick. "Good point." He kneeled by John. "Play with my cock, kid. Get it real hard so that I can stick it up your asshole. Play with it nice."

John left one hand on his sister and reached for Frank's limp prick with the other. It felt strange in his hand, but not really unpleasant. He squeezed it gently, then reached down and fingered his brother's balls.

"That feels good, kid. Just keep that up awhile and you'll get a nice present. Do we have any Vaseline around here?"

"Not in this room, Frank." Janna watched John play with the gradually distending cock, her eyes hot.

"Okay. Then you better suck it hard, kid. And the wetter you get it the less it will hurt when I ram it home."

Janna wriggled so that John could reach her cunt with his free hand. "Play with me, too, baby. Keep one hand on his balls and the other on my pussy."

John bent over and brought his face to his brother's crotch. He could smell his sister faintly on his brother's cock. He found her cunt with his hand, dipped a finger into her snatch, then opened his mouth for his brother. He was mildly surprised to feel the big cock leap to life in his mouth.

"That's fine! You've got a natural talent for cocksucking, kid. Now get it good and wet." Frank began to rock back and forth, slipping his cock in and out of John's mouth slowly.

John strained his lips over the width of the prick in his mouth, getting it wet. He knew that it was only minutes before Frank would be wanting to plunge it into his ass.

Janna eased her ass to the edge of the bed and parted her legs in expectation of his tongue. It was fun to watch John suck Frank, more fun to know she was next in line for his adoring tongue. It would be heaven to be sucked while he was getting fucked. Sex, in any shape, form or number, was fun for Janna.

"Okay, kid. That just about does it. I hope you got it good and wet, because you don't get a second chance." Frank positioned his brother so that John's face was over Janna's cunt and his slim ass was invitingly near Frank's prick.

"Wait!" Janna got up and walked to Frank. She took his two fingers and jammed them up her juicing slit, then pushed the slippery fingers up John's asshole.

Grinning, Frank duplicated her action, wetting his probing fingers, then using the fluid to lubricate his brother. The byplay seemed to put an impossible extra half inch on Frank's already massive prick.

Janna got back on the bed, spread her legs, and put her fingertips guidingly on John's head. "Now lick my pussy, baby. Fuck me with that tongue of yours. Do everything to me Frank does to you." She twisted slightly so that she could watch the fucking while she was being sucked.

Frank pressed the knob of his cock snugly against John's absurdly tight hole. He felt like a bull in heat. His balls had a heaviness they shouldn't have had, yet the thought of fucking his brother excited him to new life. It seemed that anything sexual he had to do with anyone in the family was all right with him. Normal barriers were down, and nothing seemed to present a problem.

Frank knew that he might just as easily suck John as the other way around, or might even sit on the boy's cock if the kid wanted it that way. He would have half killed anyone else who tried to do that to him, though. It was strange. He thought of his father. What if the only way he could get to fuck his beautiful mother was to first suck his father? Or sit on his father's cock? He knew he would do it, without more than a moment's hesitation.

His silent speculation increased his excitement. With a sudden jerk of his hips Frank plunged his massive cock deep into his brother's bowels.

John's sharp groan was muffled by Janna's wet pussy. She had timed it perfectly, pulling him into her crotch at the moment Frank lunged.

For a moment, however, he was unable to move against her slit. He hadn't been prepared for the sudden shock of pain. He held perfectly still, terrified to move in fear that the slightest shifting would prove too much for his tightly stretched asshole. He felt as if he had an enormous turd lodged in there, only instead of trying to leave his body, this turd was fighting to get even further inside. Then he felt Frank's cock begin to contract experimentally in the tiny space.

At that moment he became aware of the fact that Frank's balls were pressed up against the cheeks of his ass, that it was Frank's hairy belly up against him, and all was well. It was Frank, his big brother Frank. Frank could do anything he wanted to him. He relaxed on the cock, no longer minding the pain quite so much. He turned his attention toward the sister's snatch, wanting nothing more than to please both of them beyond their wildest expectations.

Janna felt the tongue begin to work in her pussy. It felt wonderful to be licked while watching an ass-fucking. Also, John's sucking her meant that he didn't mind the big cock up his ass. Maybe he was even enjoying it a little. Janna reached down and began to squeeze her own tits. The cock in his ass did little to distract John from his tongue duties. He was doing a fantastic job on her insides.

"God damn! Your ass is tighter than most girls' cunts. It feels really good." He began to move a little, as if testing for fit. Then he paused and watched John lick Janna. "Does it feel good, Janna?"

"Great. Almost as good as it feels when you fuck me. If he keeps doing what he's doing I'm going to come...I want to wait for you. Let me know when you're going to come.... " She writhed on the bed, digging her ass into the mattress and tightening her grip on her breasts.

Frank began to move regularly. His strokes were long-drawn, steady punches with his tool that rocked the boy's entire body.

Groaning into his sister's cunt, John bore down hard on the cock up his ass. He was riding a wave not quite pain and not yet pleasure, but it was impossible to decipher his feelings at this point. The cock was definitely teasing him somewhere special, as his own prick was coming alive under him. He felt the hardness of it against his belly. Janna's pussy was demanding, nearly strangling him, suffocating him, overwhelming him. He responded to it happily, licking until his tongue threatened to give out, feeling her come once and then again, even as she swore she would wait for Frank to drop his load.

"I can't hold it any longer!" Frank's voice was strained. He began to move faster. "I've got to shoot off in his ass." He slammed his hips violently.

John cried out against the shuddering flesh. His brother's passionate attack was doing crazy things to his insides. His cock was crammed up against his stomach, and suddenly it began to spurt. He felt like his entire insides were flowing out of him. He sucked in a mouthful of her juice as the wonderul spasm rocked through his tensed body.

Frank came in waves, directing his hot sperm deep into the boy's rectum. He grunted savagely, then jerked his sensitive cock out of the gripping, spasming asshole.

Janna watched the spontaneous orgasming and nearly joined them. Instead, she bathed John's face in her slit and waited. She was in no hurry to end this night. Besides, she knew what would have to be next. As soon as both boys had rested she was going to take a turn in the middle. She would take one cock in her mouth, and one in her sweating crotch. Smiling, she settled back against the pillows, hoping it wouldn't take them too long to recover....

They had been teasing each other for fifteen minutes or more. Julie was the first one to break down and speak.

"Go on, put your finger in me!" She touched the hand skirting her slit. "I can't stand it any longer. Stick a finger in me, please!"

Lennie giggled. She had been tickling her mother everywhere, but backing off when the woman wanted more. It was a fun game, but now Julie was too hot for it. "You want me to finger-fuck you, huh? I don't know why I should. I'm not especially hot right now. There's all kinds of things I could do to you, you could do to me, if you got me hot.... "

With a moan, Julie began to kiss the girl, tonguing her mouth, filling her hands with the high young breasts. She pinched lightly at Lennie's nipples, then ducked her head to suck one up into her mouth. She rolled the little pebble in her mouth, then released it to fasten her lips on its twin.

Lennie leaned back, enjoying her mother's touch. She signed softly, pushing her tit further into Julie's hot mouth. "That feels nice. Play with the other one. Here, let me play with your pussy while you kiss them. It feels so good.... "

Julie shifted so that her crotch was within reach. She moaned when her daughter's hand began to slip up her thigh. The small nipple in her mouth was very hard, very tempting. The flesh around it was firm and hot, perfect cushions for her flushed face. She was caught up in a world of rapture, a sensual bubble of delicious-ness that seemed timeless. At first she had been worried about Kurt, about the slim possibility that he might come home and find the two of them in an incestuous embrace, but she no longer worried at all. The sole thought she had was of happy expectation, savoring the knowledge that soon she would have her face buried in her daughter's adorable pussy while Lennie sucked hers....Nothing else really seemed to matter at all....

Kurt parked carefully, aware as he backed in between the trash cans that he was somewhat drunk. He swore softly, killing the engine. He didn't want to awaken anyone yet, not until he'd decided on an approach. And maybe he'd better shower first. The perfume of the girl in the first bar was all over him, particularly over his cock. He couldn't very well wake up his wife, smelling of a hot bitch.

He unlocked the door quietly, then started for the staircase, his thoughts very far away. A moment's uncertainty propelled him instead to the wet bar. He fumbled for the Scotch, decided to bypass the ice cubes. But not the glass. When he started skipping the glass he was in real trouble. He swirled the amber booze and studied its rich color in the light. Someone had forgotten to switch off the big light before going to bed. He sipped and dwelled on the irresponsibility of his children. It was most likely one of the boys. He thought of them fondly. They were real studs, his sons, strong and manly. He wondered if they were getting any. He knew for sure Frank had popped a few cherries in the neighborhood, and had no doubt that he was getting it regularly. Both his sons had big cocks. Not as big as the old man, he thought smugly, but not far behind. In a way, it was almost as if they were extensions of himself, as if whenever they fucked a pretty little teenybopper they were fucking for him, too. He wondered if John was fucking yet. He was a handsome boy, with a great pair of balls on him. He was probably having to make the girls wait in line.

Kurt grinned at his line of thinking, then realized his thoughts had given him an erection. Just thinking of all the young cunt his sons were getting was exciting. Kurt swallowed some of the Scotch and idly wondered if Julie, like himself, had ever had a sexual thought about her sons. He thought it likely. How could she not notice them sexually? They both reeked with the essence of hot young malehood. A whore had once told him all women were secretly aware of sexy young boys, seeing in them the perfect male counterpart, especially when the young male was her own son, and therefore a part of herself. Just as no one but a mother could properly feed or care for her sons, no other woman could possibly care for their sexual needs as well, either. It was an interesting theory, but since laws and taboos had made such thinking unacceptable, nothing much ever came of it anyway. But now Kurt wondered.

He tried to imagine Frank fucking Julie. He could just see his boy's big cock ramming into her slit.... Kurt's cock was now frighteningly stiff. He downed the dregs of his drink and stood up. He was a bit unsteady on his feet, perhaps a shade foggy in his brain, but otherwise fine. Prepared for anything, he thought.

The stairs, however seemed interminable. He climbed slowly, in no way helped by his hard-on. At last he reached the hallway. For a moment he looked longingly at Janna's closed bedroom door. What would it be like to steal into her room, slip into her narrow bed....He forced his thoughts elsewhere.

He opened his sons' door very slowly, wanting a quick glimpse of his handsome boys. He would not have gone out of his way to peek into their room, had not done so since they were very small, but a combined envy-pride for them turned him in their direction. He pushed softly at the door, not wanting to awaken his boys. The first thing he noticed was the beam of light that spilled into the darkened hallway through the crack in the door. The boys had fallen asleep with the light on. He opened the door another crack and peered inside. What he saw caused him to stagger backwards. In the protective darkness of the hallway he paused to collect himself. Then when his heart had calmed down, he risked another peek. No, his eyes hadn't been playing tricks on him. . . .

They didn't see him, or notice the door had been pulled open a crack. They were far too absorbed in what they were doing to notice anything except each other. Kurt could barely rip his eyes from the scene. John was seated cross-legged at the head of Frank's bed, naked. His long cock was buried in a hot, sucking mouth. The girl sucking him had what appeared to be the most beautiful body he'd ever seen-the back of it, anyway. She was stretched out naked on her belly, sucking like she was starving, while Frank, on his knees behind her on the bed, was plowing her cunt dog-style with an immense erection.

It took Kurt an extra minute or two to undeniably admit what he strongly suspected. There was no denying the girl's identity when Janna, smiling sensually, released John's prick long enough to allow Kurt a good look at her face. The man felt rooted to the spot where he stood. He managed to move only when he began to realize that he was breathing heavily enough to be noticed. He couldn't help himself-the shocking scene before him was the most erotic exhibition he'd ever imagined, much less witnessed. He tiptoed on shaky legs to the bathroom, feeling secure only when the door was tightly shut behind him.

He tried to figure out what he was supposed to do. Should he play the role of an indignant father? Should he storm in there, jerk his daughter away from the boys, punish them all? Or should he simply ignore what was doing on and try to put it out of his mind? The last seemed most unlikely, the forgetting about it part, at any rate. Kurt knew he would go to his grave with the image of what he had seen in his sons' bedroom.

His hard-on seemed a life-long condition also. It was so hard it ached and mushroomed out his trousers. Touching himself as little as possible out of fear that he would come in his pants from the least stimulation, Kurt readjusted his prick, making his condition less obvious. He tried to think. Should he tell Julie? How would she take it? Would she get hysterical? How was it that he knew so little about his wife that he had no idea how she'd respond to something like this?

He sat down on the edge of the tub. Possibly he could simply pretend he'd never seen anything. At least, he thought ruefully, he seemed to have been wrong on his thoughts about the fragmenting of his family. Some of its members seemed far closer than he'd ever imagined they could be. Come to think of it, it had been quite awhile since he'd come home before his children. It seemed that he was the only member of the family who was keeping away lately.

It finally occurred to Kurt that he couldn't begin to cope with this latest development tonight. If he could only get his cock to go down he would go to bed. There would be no family meeting tonight, no awakenings in the middle of night as planned. Except for Julie. He just might have to wake her up if he had any thoughts of getting any sleep at all. His prick would have to be emptied at least once tonight, anyway.

He was very quiet as he made his way down the hallway. He didn't want to disturb anyone, least of all the three at the end of the hallway. He wouldn't have known what to say to them. As he passed his youngest daughter's door he decided not to risk peeking there, either. Not that he had much to worry about. He had just about run out of family members. Besides, knowing his luck, he'd take a fatherly peek at Lennie, find her in the midst of masturbating, dash into the room and fuck his own kid silly. He didn't trust himself at all after what he'd seen.

His prick had barely relaxed by the time he reached his own door. He was relieved to be there. Beyond this door, at least, normalcy, however dull, could be found. It was for the best-he couldn't take much more. He pushed open the door very carefully. He didn't want Julie to wake up until he was naked and had his prick halfway up her snatch. All he needed was for her to wake up and engage him in an argument this of all nights.

The light in his own room was on also, he observed, opening the door a slit. The night light, which Julie often left lit when she was waiting for him. He resolved to open the door a crack more. If his wife were still up, he would sneak back downstairs until she was sound asleep.

The door inched open, and when it was wide enough to peek into, Kurt looked. This time he didn't stagger back into the hallway. This time he was beyond outward reaction. He merely stood his ground and stared, seeing nothing after the first shock of realization. And this time he had no trouble at all in identifying the players, although both their faces were completely hidden in each other's cunt.

He had no idea how long he stood there. Time had lost all meaning for him. Eventually, though, he found himself back down in his living room, a most urgently needed drink in his sweating fist. The image of his wife and youngest daughter lost to everything in the heat of a passionate sixty-nine, seemed super-imposed on his brain, lapping over the portrait of the rest of his family indulging in a hot orgy. He got up, poured another drink, and didn't even bother sitting down while he downed that drink. He poured out a final full glass of the biting drink, then sunk onto the couch. How long, he wondered, had all this been going on? He could think so much better if the bar of red-hot iron in his pants would cool off.

The more he thought of it, the more outraged he became. How long had this been going on and why hadn't anyone told him about it? What was he anyway? Some kind of outsider? Here he'd been going through the fires of hell, feeling like some evil monster, while the rest of the family was home enjoying the very thing that had been driving him crazy with guilt. The longer he sat, the angrier he became. Yet his rage did nothing to reduce the size of his penis. Never in all his adult life had his cock behaved like this.

Finally his anger got the best of him. He would not stand for this a second longer. The booze in his system gave him the courage he needed. He stomped up the stairs, no longer caring who heard him. His face was red as he reached the boys' bedroom, although his prick hadn't changed at all.

He opened the door but was careful not to actually look inside. "Okay, kids! Get your asses out of the sack, put something on, and get downstairs ! I want to see you in five minutes flat!"

Then he thundered down the hallway to his own room. Again he averted his eyes as he gave his brisk orders.

Then, feeling much like a battle-worn infantryman at the end of a long campaign, knowing he's about to begin a still longer one, he stomped back down the staircase.