Chapter 8
Downstairs, Betty locked the kitchen door, then passed to the front and bolted that one, also. On a Saturday, no telling who might drop by unexpectedly, and she certainly didn't want anybody visiting. No disturbances, she thought; no interference with the ultimate closeness that was so fast developing in her family. They needed nobody but themselves, for who could offer them more?
Wearing her robe, but barefoot how, Betty moved towards the family room, not sure of what she would find there, but needing some kind of communication with her husband. She loved him, and right now, possibly more than she had ever loved him in their entire married life.
Just inside the archway, Betty paused, peering into the half gloom caused by drawn drapes. She made them out across the room by the bar, where her daughter sat naked and leg-spread upon one of the stools, her heels hooked onto a rung. She had a glass of whiskey in one hand, and as Betty watched, Linda spilled some of the dark liquid down her belly, and into the deep, springy bush of her beaver.
Only then did Betty see her husband—and Linda's daddy-there at the girl's feet, crouched and appearing curiously defenseless in his nudity.
Linda said, "Here's a drink for you, Daddy. Come lick it off my tummy, and out of my cunt hairs. Come on, Daddy ... before I get mad at you."
"Baby," Chad said, "I love you, you know that, but-"
"But if you want to fuck me again, you have to do as I tell you. And you like being told what to do, really. You love me bossing you around, making you my slave. Now, Father-lick my cunt!"
Betty took a step forward and put out one hand, but let it fall. Maybe Chad did like to be dominated by his daughter, to be humbled and even degraded. If he did, she had no right to horn in on his pleasures. She waited quietly, standing and looking at the naked back of her husband as he kneeled before Linda and licked the whiskey from her pale belly.
"All over," she commanded. "My hips, and deep into my belly button. Ah, yes ... now you're being a good boy. Lick right on down into my pussy, Daddy dear. Stick your nice hot tongue on into my hairs and suck them all dry."
"Yes, darling," Chad mumbled, and hurried to complete his task, lapping and nuzzling at the spilled whiskey, cleaning the stuff from his daughter's pussy with his eager mouth.
Betty moved closer, her tits lifting, their nipples hard with a sudden ache as she watched the scene. It was exciting, the girl dominant, the man passive, obedient, docile. It might be a kick to do it herself, she thought... but Chad probably wouldn't want it from her.
Linda saw her then, and smiled, beckoned to her with one hand; the other lay upon her father's head, holding his face into her pussy.
"Hi, Mom."
Chad tried to move, and his daughter lifted one leg to curl around his neck and shoulders.
"No, Daddy! Don't you move. Stay right there, you hear? Mom, isn't he sweet? Just like a big puppy dog, but a puppy with a hard-on ...and he'd have to be a Saint Bernard to have a cock like that."
Betty said softly, "I thought you and I... now that the other thing is done?"
Linda held one hand over her father's head, and Betty took it, standing so close that her knees brushed her husband's back. Linda said, "That's where Glen is, then? Getting his share?"
Nodding, Betty squeezed her daughter's strong, smooth hand.
"We're here now," Linda said, "and everyone else is busy, so why don't you and I and Daddy "You mean ... you and I... with Chad watching, or... "
"Or joining in, when he has the room and the inclination. Why not? Poor Daddy. I haven't let him screw me yet today, and his big, angry prick must be about to split."
"But his wife and his daughter?"
Linda removed her leg, put one small foot against her daddy's hairy chest and nudged him aside. The rich brown hairs of her cunt gleamed where he had been licking them.
"You've never had a woman, huh, Mom? Remember I told you about the oral love with a boy before I married Glen? Well, there was a girl, also. And it's as much fun with one as the other... more, in some ways. Gee, I'm glad to be the one to teach you.
"Daddy," Linda continued, "you just sit and watch if you want to, but if you want to jump in, later... you can. You have my permission. And you can fuck either of us, or both of us.
Betty saw her husband's shoulders quiver, but there wasn't time to say anything else to him, because her daughter slid off the barstool and advanced on her, both arms held wide, and Betty just naturally went into them.
Her large tits covered Linda's smaller, firm ones, and their bellies merged, their cunt-mounds pushing tenderly against each other.
"Just hold me the way you do Daddy, or Glen," Linda said. "Ooooh, Mother—your big tits feel so good, all soft and cuddly. And your belly is like white satin. Your pussy ... Oh, Mom, your pussy is so hairy. How wonderful it is. How fabulous it must be to fuck such a tender cunt."
Betty looked past her daughter's shoulder, held her very close and squirmy and looked at Chad as he turned slowly on the barstool; his cock was huge, its knob glowing and wet. He stared at them, his eyes fixed and his mouth slightly open. His chest was rising and falling with the rapid pace of his breathing.
That was when Linda moved her mother back a step or two, then pulled her gently to the floor, going down on the soft carpet with her.
"Lie back, Mom. You be the woman and I'll be the man."
Feeling warm and relaxed all over, Betty sank back, her thighs falling open, her arms upheld for her lovely daughter. And Linda came into them, but slowly and with a tantalizing fondling of her mother's body. The girl's soft hands ran over Betty's jugs, pinching the nipples, pressing the globes almost flat and letting them pop up again.
She caressed her mother's rib cage, then her hips and belly, and put her hands delicately on Betty's thighs to cup the quivering softness of her cunt. But only for a moment, only for the space of time it takes to deposit a fleeting caress. Then the girl lay atop Betty's pulsating body, as the male lover would mount her; Linda's mouth sought Betty's, and her lips were sweet, her tongue a flickering blaze that searched over Betty's tongue, asking love in return.
Tit to tit, belly to belly, they lay gasping together, and Betty arched her back, lifting her knees high so that she could wrap her long legs around her daughter's slim waist. They were rocking, heaving together, the lips of their cunts rubbing wetly, their hairy crotches meeting and twisting in a primeval hunger.
Why, Betty thought dizzily, it's very much like being fucked by a man, except that there's no real penetration... only the thrilling kiss of pussy to pussy, and the massaging of one clitoris on the other. Linda had such a rich cunt, she thought, and her flesh was satiny, her mouth a damply demanding furnace that drew her mother's tongue in and halfway down her throat.
Joyously, Betty surged strongly, positively against the hot caresses of her daughter's pussy. Each time their clits touched, a violent thrill shot through her body, and the sweaty rubbing of their bellies, the slippery hunching and squirming of their cunt-mounds, made every sensation erotic, electric.
"Oh, Mama," Linda breathed, "oh, sweet Mother, what a soft and wonderful body you have! We're screwing each other, Mama dear. We're fucking, you and I ... rubbing our cunts together and I'm between your thighs, just like Daddy. Fuck me back, Mama darling. Oh, rub that crazy pussy into mine until we come!"
"Yes, baby!" Betty gasped. "Oh, yes, my lovely daughter. Oh, your mouth, your tits ... that steamy young cunt against mine. Oooohhhh, I could just squeeze you to death with my legs. Sweet baby, pretty girl with the boiling pussy ... oh, how your mother loves you!"
Twisting, pulling her daughter's crotch violently down into her own, Betty fucked savagely into the voluptuous cunt that pushed into her, and in turn, covered hers. Slippery and skidding, wet and greasy, their hairy labes shook and quivered. They humped and shoved, wiggled and churned, and Linda was the first to cry out.
"Mama! Oh, Mama!" she moaned, rolling her belly. "I'm about to come, sweetheart! Oh, Mother dear, my cunt is on fire! I'm coming! Coming! COMING!"
"Darling girl... Linda, my sweet ... oh, my pussy ... my clit is ripping, exploding ... coming with you, darling! Mama's coming, right with her baby girl!"
Desperately, she clamped the girl in her arms, her teeth raking across Linda's, her cunt slamming into her daughter's, her legs squeezing the girl's waist. Their cunts vibrated, sloshing together in the heat of their lust.
Betty's 1iead whirled and she couldn't get her breath. She fell back panting, and Linda fastened her mouth to one of her nipples. Waves of foaming orgasm heaved and fell within Betty's pussy, and her asshole contracted in jealous reaction. Inside her thighs, tremors raced up and down, and every time her daughter's cunt flexed, Betty felt it against her own horny pussy.
It was soft... wet... hot... crazy. Colors wheeled before her eyes, vivid and flowing. Every nerve in her body was tingling erotically, and such a diffusion of love spread from her pores that Betty felt it would cover the room, the house, and filter through to the streets outside.
She had, in a fashion, screwed and been screwed by her older daughter, and the sensation was tremendous, a sexy, moving thing that had just changed Betty's sensual outlook upon the world and all in it. There was nothing wrong, nothing bad or vile, about making love with another female. It was beautiful, and there could be even more to it; Betty felt that the clit-screwing was only a start, that they could both go on from there.
They embraced only for a little while longer; then, sighing, Linda raised her body from her mother's. Their cunts came apart with a suctioning noise, and Linda murmured, "You're very sweet, Mother ... and very beautiful."
The girl climbed erect, and Betty lay still, resting, still melted together inside. She looked up at her daughter, at the shapely legs and thick brown muff, at the satiny belly and the firmly jutting tits, and thought what a lucky man Glen was to have picked this lovely, highly passionate girl for his wife.
Only then did Betty remember that her own husband had been close by all the time she and her daughter had been fucking, that Chad had been staring transfixed at his wife and his oldest child as they ground and humped and screwed together.
But Linda had kept it in mind all the time, evidently. She posed sexily for her father, stood imperiously, with her cunt thrust forward and her tits proudly high. Chin up, she strode past where he sat on the barstool with his massive prick erectly throbbing. When she came from behind the car, Linda carried a thin riding crop. They'd brought it back from Mexico some summers ago, and it was part of the wall decoration. Now Linda was about to put it to use.
"Dad ... go lie down over there, right beside Mother. Do as I say!"
Chad seemed to fold into himself, to actually cringe as Linda shook the crop at him, but he didn't climb off the stool. Embarrassed, Betty got off the floor and stood uncertainly, enthralled by this sexual domination their daughter had achieved over her father. For Betty could see that Chad actually wanted to be mastered by Linda, that he was waiting eagerly for it. And his daughter did not disappoint him.
Moving forward, regal as a queen, Linda flicked her daddy on the head of his swollen prick with the end of the riding crop. He winced, but Betty could see white juice spring from the slot of his knob and realized he was enjoying the dollop of pain, or perhaps the symbol of chastisement. He climbed from the stool and moved stiffly to the middle of the carpet, standing there with his hairy back to them until his daughter popped the crop across his ass. Then he lay down quickly, rolling over onto his back with his monstrous dick pointing straight up, and perhaps swollen more than Betty had ever seen it before. It was a magnificent hard-on.
"Now, Mom," Linda said, "since I'm bossing this little affair, I want you to go around and stand at Daddy's head. That's the way, darling ... and my, but your nice round ass jiggles so sweetly when you walk. You're a very sexy chick, Mom. Now, put one foot on each side of his head. Go ahead. He'll lie still for it. Just stand there with your legs apart a little, so he can stare up into the juicy lips of your lovely pussy."
Linda moved towards them, swaying her svelte hips, making an exaggerated roll of her belly and ass. The leather riding crop was tapping against the calf of her leg as she positioned herself over he father's waiting body, standing with opened thigh directly above his upstanding cock.
Chad lay quietly, passive, his arms at his sides but his eyes were open and his chest heaving. Most alive was his prick, tall and thick with its head practically bathed in the gleaming juices leaking from its tiny mouth.
"We'll use him between us, darling," Linda said. "You have him eat your lovely cunt, and I'll take the swelling out of that big, eager cock of his."
Chad said, "I... I never did that before. I never went down on any woman, not even your own mother."
Linda reached down with the riding crop, tapping his cock with it.
"Then it's time you learned, Daddy. Mom has such a beautiful pussy, you should have eaten it years and years ago. Glen did it to her. My husband got his tongue inside your wife's cunt and made her come, so now Mom knows how good it feels. And you'll do a super job, Daddy. I'm sure you will, because you'd better!"
Smiling at her mother, lowering herself to her knees so that her crotch was just above the blunt end of her daddy's cock, Linda said, "Just do the same as I'm doing, darling. Kneel down and let him quiver for a while longer."
Betty kneeled, her kneecaps touching her husband's biceps, a tremor moving excitedly in her tummy, and she thought of Glen's jizz still within her cunt, of the recent fuck with her son-in-law. Chad was going to put his tongue inside her gash; she was actually going to sit down on his mouth and he was going to eat her cunt for the first time in their married life. And as Linda said, it was about time.
"Now, Mom," her daughter said, lowering her crotch just a bit and using her hand to guide the shuddering, anxious head of her father's prick into the springy depths of that curly brown beaver. Her other hand reached out to her mother, and Betty put her fingers into Linda's soft, warm palm as she sat gently down upon Chad's waiting, helpless face.
A hot, wet shock jolted through her body as her sticky labes came in contact with his lips. For an indecisive moment, her husband hesitated; then, uttering a groan, his mouth opened and his tongue shoved in and up, piercing the greasy folds of flesh and entering the wet cave of her cunt/ "Ah! Ooooh! Oh, Linda, he's doing it! Your father is eating me, sticking his tongue and licking. Oooooh!"
"Good," Linda answered, clenching her hand. "And look how his big prick is easing up into my cunt. Hard and rubbery, thick and long... Oh, wow—this is some rod, Mama! This is a terrific prick, and I'm fucking it just like you do, fucking my daddy's big cock while he eats my mama's sweet pussy. Ahhh, Daddy! Oh, yes, stiff prick ... ah ... oh ... the head of it's way up inside me. Ahhhh! Oh ... oh, Mama! Oh, Daddy!"
Staring, Betty watched her husband's thick cock working its way up into the redly clinging lips of her daughter's young pussy. It was a wonderful sight, a thrilling picture, and she ground her cunt sensuously on Chad's mouth as she saw the distended rod progress inch by veined inch until it was swallowed up.
He mumbled something into her blazing gash, and his tongue lapped puppy-dog style into her cunt, she slid forward and back, making him reach her clit, grinding it into his chin and back to his nose. And on one of her forward slides, Betty found herself only inches from her daughter's face.
It was so natural that she kiss Linda's passionate mouth, that her daughter's tongue should melt lovingly over her own, and their teeth clash sweetly. Straining, leaning forward, they held arms around each other's bodies, and mashed their tits together.
"Oh, baby," Betty gasped. "Oh, how wonderful to kiss you and feel your tits against mine. Oh, how wild ... because we're sharing your father and each other, too."
"Groovy, Mom ...far, far out! Oh, how I dig this kind of swinging! Kiss me, Mama. Kiss me while I ride your husband's cock, my daddy's cock!"
"Darling, darling..." Betty hunched faster upon Chad's face, because he was getting the hang' of it, working his tongue over her clit and beginning to suck her pussy and drain hot cunt-cream into his throat.
"Fuck me!" Linda screamed, and slammed her tits hard into her mother's large jugs. "Oh, Daddy, you big-dicked bastard! Shove it up my cunt! Bang it up my pussy!"
Betty shook and trembled, her tits bouncing as she rode her husband's mouth, for her climax was swiftly growing within her spasming cunt. She clamped her mouth onto her daughter's and urged her tits into Linda's; Betty's ass was swinging and sliding, and she forced her tongue deep into Linda's mouth.
Her daughter clawed her nails into Betty's back, and raked her teeth across her mother's. They sucked tongue and moaned in explosive rapture, moaned together as they came ... one upon the man's prick, one upon the suctioning mouth, mother and daughter blending in ecstasy.
They held each other, kissing, sliding wet tongues, wiggling more gently in the subsiding of their simultaneous orgasms. Chad turned his face aside, panting into Betty's thigh, and she realized that he had also come, that he had fired his monstrous cock into his daughter's inflamed cunt, pumping that narrow sheath full of his thickly foaming sperm.
How long they stayed glued together, Betty didn't know; she really didn't come to herself until Linda stood up and helped her to her feet. They left Chad on the carpet, but not for long; he climbed up and joined them at the bar. Betty saw that her husband's massive cock was still hard, and glistening all over with the juices he had released into Linda's cunt and with his daughter's shining pussy oils.
Gruffly, he said, "I...Oh, hell, I don't know how to put it, but I...well, I think this is terrific. The three of us making it together. And Betty ... I enjoyed going down on you. I really did."
He put his arms around them, stood between them as they sat naked on the barstools. His long dick poked between them, the purple head lustrous and glowing. Betty turned her head and kissed him on the cheek.
"It is good, isn't it, dear? So intimate, so exciting. I wasn't a bit jealous of your screwing your daughter. In fact, I was thrilled that you should* get the chance to enjoy the beauty of her cunt. You're a lucky man, because so few fathers ever realize their yearnings and actually fuck their daughters."
Chad stroked her back, brought his hand down and caressed the cheek of her ass. Betty glanced across his back and saw that he was doing the same to Linda.
"I'll admit I didn't like it at first, when Glen was putting the dick to you, Betty. I mean, you're my wife, and I was supposed to be jealous of you, supposed to keep all the other horny bastards away from you. But there was Linda, and Glen was really shoving it to you and you looked like you were getting a kick out of fucking him, so... well, I figured if you let me screw Linda, then we'd compromise, and I'd let you screw Glen."
Linda chuckled, and poured drinks all around. "Daddy, you're trying so hard not to be a male chauvinist. You really want to say that it's okay for a man to fuck anything he can find, but that a woman should stay pure ... whatever the hell this is."
"Now wait a minute," he said.
And Linda cut in: "But you get high on fucking me, so it's okay for Mother to have a little strange cock on the side. But don't you see how much better it is, how much more fun it is, to share our love-making? You and me and Mother... and when Glen was there last night, wasn't that fun, too?"
"I guess so," he said. "But... well, I don't think I can have as much fun when somebody else sees you bossing me around. There are some things a man has to keep private."
"Why?" Linda asked. "If anything turns you on, nobody here is going to laugh at it. We all have our kinks and our little hangups, trying to be honest with each other, and most of all with ourselves."
Chad continued to fondle their asses. Betty downed her drink and felt the warmth of it, the needed strength of the alcohol. Then her husband said, "I guess you're right, Linda. Now that we've gone ahead like this, screwing and sucking and all... we can make it fine together. You and me and your mother and Glen; we can have a real wife-swapping set-up here, as long as we keep it from the kids, that is. I mean, we're adult and they're so young, and I don't think I could conceive of those kids even thinking ..."
Linda poured more drinks. "You mean it's all right for Mom to eat my husband's cock, if that's what they both want to do?"
Chad bit his lips, and Betty noticed that his cock was slumping. He said, "Well, I guess so. Glen's a good guy, and your husband, and ..."
"And you're getting the best of the deal," Linda said. "Here you are, swapping wives with Glen, but you get a bonus, because I'm your daughter, too. So you not only trade wives, but get to dig some incest, besides. Would you be as willing if Glen was your son, and I was just another girl?"
"Hey now, wait a minute! That would make him a ... a ... "
"A mother-fucker? Is that so terrible? Is that any worse name than a daughter-fucker, or daddy-fucker?"
"You're mixing things up," Chad said. "Damnit, you're getting everything all screwed around."
Linda turned on the stool, so that she could hold his body between her legs and draw him into the softly feminine vee of her thighs. "Daddy, you're the one who's screwed up ... and screwed. But would you disown me, back off from me right now, if I told you that I've already fucked my brother, too? I have, you know. Danny and I had a good, solid screw together* even before I seduced you last night."
"That...that kid?"
"He's no kid. He's a good, erotic lover with a strong prick longer than your own."
"Dammit, Linda ... Betty ..."
Betty watched her daughter tug her husband closer with her legs, saw her rub her thigh, firm tits into his hairy chest and use her hand to fondle his thick, drooping cock.
"There's plenty of this pussy left for you. All you want, Daddy dear... if you stop being so straight and hung up and just let it all hang out. I can fuck you and Danny and my husband, and thrill all of you ... and so can Mom."
Betty saw his back stiffen, and she gulped the rest of her drink hurriedly. Now was the moment, when he would either resist or give in.
Chad said, "Hold on—that's going too damned far. The boy and you ... me and you ... Glen ... You're going out of your head if you think I'm going to stand still for Danny and his mother ..."
Before Linda could hold to him, Chad pulled himself from between her legs and strode off, vanishing from the family room without another word.
"Well, I guess that's it," Betty said.
"The hell it is," Linda answered. "There's still Nikki, too, and don't doubt that. And he's pretty well smashed right now. I poured enough juice into him today for him to be high as a mountain top. He's only going to his own bed. We'll get him there. Are you game for a family council of the rest of us?"
"All right," Betty said. "Soon as I can get some clothes."
"No," Linda said. "All of us bare-assed and honest, okay?"
"Okay, then. Oh, I hope we can straighten out your father."
"We will. Don't you worry," Linda replied with a smile.