Chapter 1
Joe Burt felt a slow hardening of his mature cock as his neighbor and friend, Pete Johnson, put the hard-core sex movie on the projector.
"Does your wife know you buy these things?" Joe asked, his voice a little husky with anticipation.
Pete grinned at him. "Hell, no! Do you think I'm crazy?"
"But she must see those stacks of reels down in your basement, and I think every damned one of them is a fuck flick."
Pete winked, and grinned again. "Pal, my wife Myrtle thinks they're all movies about fishing in Alaska and shooting tigers in Africa. I've got a couple of those, and I run them every once in a while just to keep her fooled."
"She doesn't watch?"
"She couldn't care less about sports."
Joe watched impatiently as his friend looped the naughty film through the proper holes. "How about your boy, Chad. You don't let him look at these dirty movies, do you?"
"Naw, I tell him to keep his damned hands off of 'em. He knows about them, of course, but he knows also that I'd bust his sixteen-year-old butt if he tried to look at one."
Joe grinned. "I sure hope you hold to that. Chad and my little Sally see quite a bit of each other. I wouldn't want that horny son of yours getting any wild ideas about my little girl."
"Little? Hell, Joe, wake up. Your Sally is almost fifteen."
"She's still my baby."
"Some baby, pal. Which reminds me, the chick in this movie we're both hot to see is a girl about the age of Sally."
Joe blinked. "No kidding?"
"Wait until you see this one, then you'll understand how much a female fourteen or fifteen years old likes sex."
Joe grinned despite himself, and felt another odd twitch go through his sheathed, large prick.
Pete flicked the final switches, then as the numbers began to run backwards on the small screen he fumbled the light switch off in the room.
The title came lewdly on the screen: SUCKING SISTER SUSIE!
Pete chuckled. "See, it could be Sally instead of-"
"Shut your damn mouth," Joe growled, amiably.
Both of the grown men watched greedily as the first scene of the simply plotted fuck movie unfolded. A girl of about fifteen, made up to look even younger with a wig of Shirley Temple type curls, was lying naked on a bed reading a movie magazine. The camera spared no details in nosing in and around her lovely, nubile young body for close-ups of her budding tits, her pubescent and lightly haired pussy.
"Oh, man," Pete breathed, hoarsely, "don't you just know that's tight stuff!"
Joe said nothing, trying not to think of the comparison Pete had made with the girl in the "film and his own daughter.
The girl on the screen put aside the magazine, rubbed her sleek little cunt with the palm of her hand and then closed her eyes.
"See, now she's supposed to be dreaming about all those handsome bastards in Hollywood with big pricks."
"For Christ's sake, Pete, don't you think I can follow the simple-minded plot!"
"Hey, buddy, looky there!"
Joe looked, just in time to see the door open on the screen and two tall, well-built young men come in. They had on T-shirts and Jockey shorts, and the words HORNY HIGH SCHOOL were printed crudely on the T-shirts. The two males, however, were much too old to be high school boys. They were probably in their twenties, and from the way their shorts bulged they had obviously been cast in the movie for the size of their dicks.
That fact was quickly proved to anybody viewing the flick when both the males ripped out of their garments.
"Look at those hung sonsabitches," Pete grunted, enviously.
Both of the actors in the film were indeed hung, like Arabian horses. One of them had well over ten inches.
Joe could feel himself already getting a sizeable hard-on just knowing what was going to happen next!
The guy with the biggest prick walked over and knelt at the side of the bed. He gently pulled the teenaged girl's legs apart and stuck his head down between her thighs. The camera moved in slowly to show how he was smelling her pussy, sniffing up and down the pouting, tempting crack.
Then the guy put his fingertips at either edge of her Venus mount and spread her pliable young cunt apart. The soft, hair-lined folds of her cunt lips opened pink and wet.
"Watch this shit, man," Pete husked in the darkness.
The actor rolled his lecherous tongue out and began to lick the plump, outer lips of the girl's snatch. The more he lapped, the longer his tongue seemed to roll out of his mouth. The camera moved around to show her getting her quim licked from every direction possible, then moved in for a really good close-up as the actor buried his tongue up her hole to the root.
"Godalmighty, I'd like to be in that guy's place!" Pete moaned, softly.
Joe hated to admit it, but so would he!
They watched in numb, heated silence as the lucky bastard on the screen buried his head solidly up between the scented, yielding thighs of the girl. He was eating the hell out of her!
To advance the plot, the camera then showed the girl's eyes fluttering open. She looked alarmed for about one-tenth of a second, then grinned cutely and put one finger in her mouth like a Cupie Doll.
"She likes getting her pussy sucked," Pete chuckled. "Look at her grin!"
Then the girl noticed the other actor. He was standing close by with his cock as stiff as a bar of iron, his large balls hanging down like brown pears.
The girl brazenly motioned for the second guy to come on over, and he walked quickly to her with his big prick wagging between his legs.
The camera nosed in once more to show the girl placing her slender, white fingers gently around the huge, veined penis sticking out at her. Then even a better close-up as she leaned her pretty face forward and ovaled her lips over the blunt head of the aroused tool.
"Damn," Pete almost whined, "what I wouldn't give to have her do that to me! I'd let a little bitch like that suck my cock for a month of Sundays!"
Joe's own prick was so hard in his pants now, bulging up so stiffly, that he had to cross his legs to hold it down.
The camera pulled back to take in the whole scene.
One guy deep-eating the girl's rips pussy, and the other feeding her almost nine inches of hard meat, just standing there with his hands on his hips, looking down at the way the cute young thing was really going after his oversized prod.
The scene seemed to go on forever, but in time the one getting his cock sucked pulled it out of her licking mouth, jacked it a couple of times, and shot wads of hot, white cream over her face.
"They always do it that way in these fucking things," Pete breathed, a grin in his voice. "I guess they want you to know the guy really has cum!"
And the guy really had. His horny jism had splattered over the girl's nose, lips, chin, and one hot spurt had even landed in her left eyebrow!
The camera moved in again to show the teenaged female happily licking the male nectar from her lips and chin as it slowly rolled down.
"Time for her to get fucked," Pete announced, having seen the movie dozens of times before.
Joe watched with his prick throbbing almost uncontrollably in his pants as the one who had been eating the girl's hot slit now stood up to show the viewers the size of his hard-on.
He had a prick like a damned bull!
"Bet you think she can't take that piece of meat," Pete giggled huskily. "Well, just watch, friend."
Joe couldn't have stopped watching if the vice squad had banged into the room with loaded shotguns!
The actor with the huge cock crawled lecherously into place on the bed. He forced the girl's legs wide apart and hooked her heels high up over his strong shoulders. Then, with the camera moving in to show it all, he poked the head of his mighty rod between the well-eaten, hotly lubricated lips of the small pussy. He pumped it back and forth a few times, just to show how the whole head could disappear and reappear between the yielding folds of cunt flesh. Then with one or two powerful thrusts he rode almost all of his enormous prick up her twat!
The camera revealed the two big balls resting against the crack of the girl's smooth buttocks, the mixing of the guy's dark bush of pubic hair with the softer, finer ringlets around her soft pussy.
Then the camera panned up to show the expression on the girl's face. Her cheeks were flushed pink with pleasure, her eyes twinkled with wicked lust, and her small tongue stuck partway out of the corner of her mouth.
"I'll bet her horny little gash is loving every second of that," Pete whispered.
The actor began to fuck the frisky young cunt with slow, deep, powerful strokes of his stout penis.
The camera caught it all, capturing with mechanical indifference the way the large column of hard meat oiled in and out of the tight, sucking hole. Each time the big prick reappeared from having been crammed up to her womb, it glistened with her warm cunt-juices, then tunneled back in even deeper!
In the meantime, the guy who had just had his cock sucked was finding something else to pass the time. He alternately sucked on the girl's spicy, swelling young tits, making each nipple bobble firm and hard under his roiling tongue. Then he would run the flat of his tongue up the side of her neck to her mouth and French-kissed her so hard that her cheeks would indent with joy.
The scene lasted a very long time, with the fucking growing faster and harder toward the climax.
"Here he cums!" Pete croaked. "Wow-look at that stuff!"
Joe could hardly believe what he saw.
The guy with the big prick pulled it with a slurping plop out of the girl's slavering pussy only an instant before he climaxed. Then his ten-inch cock throbbed stiffly and spurted one powerful wad of sperm after the other high up over the girl's belly. One spurt even reached her tits!
As the spasming cock softened, the camera moved in for a close-up of the girl's face. She looked directly into the lens, and winked!
When the fuck movie was finally over, Pete switched on the lights and grinned at his neighbor.
"Wanta watch another one, pal?"
Joe managed to find his voice, but the words came out like the rasping of a steel file over glass.
"Just give me a drink-and make it double!"
Pete grinned again. "Yessir! One bourbon and salt-peter coming right up!"
By the time Joe got back across the street to his own house, he was weak as a kitten.
He had sat in Pete's den for a couple of drinks, long enough for his hard-on to go down. But even now his cock was still pleasantly swollen in his pants.
"Christ," he muttered to himself as he fished his hands into his pockets just to see if his prick had softened enough for him to be presentable. "I've got to stop watching those stag movies with Pete. I don't know how he stands it, or gets away with it with his wife and boy around all the time!"
But then he had to smile to himself. He also had to admire Pete. Anybody who could pursue his lewd little hobby right under his wife's nose had to have something going for him!
When he got inside the house he found his wife, Ann, still in the kitchen. He kissed her warmly, putting one hand on the side of her hip and pressing in urgently.
Ann smiled at him. "My, that was an eager smack. And is that Pete Johnson's liquor I smell on your breath?"
He grinned, patting her butt softly. "Yeah, your old man is drunk tonight, and he wants what's rightfully his."
"You mean tonight is the night?"
"Yep, you're gonna earn your keep, woman."
She smiled. "I'll be up right after I get this kitchen looking decent."
He started out, then paused, asking where Sally was.
"She's upstairs, either doing her lessons or taking a bath. I told her to do both."
Joe grinned, then left his wife and wandered up the stairs toward their bedroom.
He didn't get quite that far.
As he passed Sally's bedroom on the softly carpeted hallway he noticed that her door was cracked open a bit. He was about to stick his head in and say hi when something suggested to him that he merely look first.
That was when he saw his daughter naked for the first time since she was a tiny thing in rompers.
Apparently Sally had just finished her bath and had returned to her room only seconds before. Joe caught a flashing glimpse of her nude young body in the crack of the door and paused as stiffly still as a bird-dog!
The fuck-movie Pete had shown him came rolling back into his head with one exciting image after another filling his head with lewd thoughts.
Like Pete had said, the girl in the movie was about the same age as Sally-and she had taken a prick the size of a horse and had sucked one almost as big!
Joe felt guilty standing there spying on his own daughter, but somehow not guilty enough to move on-not until he had really seen her body.
Sally moved from where she had been standing in front of her small vanity table over to the full-length mirror Joe and Ann had given to her on her fourteenth birthday. She stood staring at her beautiful young body, and Joe stared, too.
Sally was truly a beautiful girl, with the same dark eyes and full lips of her mother-just a younger, more exciting, healthier version of her mom. She was perfectly proportioned, and Joe knew that was one reason she was a cheerleader in high school, and so popular with the boys-especially with Pete's son, Chad.
But all that knowledge merely swirled in Joe's brain in an unimportant way compared to what he found himself staring hardest at. He was looking at the fullness of Sally's tits, the way they seemed plump and round as large apples with the surprisingly large nipples peaking them like pink plums.
Despite himself, Joe felt his cock move in his pants.
And then he carefully, secretly, drank in the view of his amply endowed offspring's pussy. There was, of course, the mossy darkness of still-growing pubic hair between her legs, but the prominent way the twin mounds of her sex seemed to pooch out made an exciting ripple up Joe's spine.
Jesus, his girl was old enough to get fucked!
He tried to keep the thoughts out of his head, but they came snapping back on evil wings. He could see Sally in a movie like the one Pete had bought-see her with her dewy thighs stretched wide to receive a large, hard cock, see her lovely young lips parting with pleasure as the blunt head of some horny prick nudged into place over her tongue....
By now Joe's own penis was becoming stone-hard, pushing out the front of his pants just as if Pete were showing him another filthy flick.
As quietly as possible, he stumbled on down the hall to his room. When he got inside he was panting hotly, and he had instinctively put his hand down over his throbbing cock as if to hold the big bastard in place.
"I must be crazy," he whispered. "I'm a real perverted sonofabitch for even thinking stuff like that about Sally!"
Perverted, maybe.
But he remembered the title of the movie tonight-something about sucking off your own sister, and some distant memory of his youth came floating back to him darkly.
"Mitzi Crawford," he breathed, pronouncing the name for the first time in years. "Hell, Bobby Crawford and I used to play around with his sister."
And something his pal Bobby had said to him one day also came back to him....
He remembered that it was a summer afternoon in August. He was about Chad's age, around sixteen, and Bobby Crawford was just a few months older. Like all boys that age, they both walked around with big hard-ons most of the time. They ate, slept, dreamed, and yearned for sex with girls, but never got any. At least not until that summer day.
"Want to have some fun?" Bobby had said, as they walked home from school.
"What kind of fun?"
Bobby had taken a deep, husky breath. "Hell, I've got to tell somebody or bust. Listen, I've been fucking Mitzi all week!"
"Your own sister?"
"Shit, yes. And she loves it. And the best part is, she asked me to fuck her. It wasn't my idea, but it damned sure is now. The thing is, she said she wouldn't let me do it anymore unless I got you to fuck her, too. She thinks you're some kind of stud, I guess."
Joe remembered how his adolescent prick grew rock-hard at the news.
"H-how did she learn to fuck?" Joe demanded. "I mean, she's only fifteen, isn't she?"
"Fourteen, but don't ask me to tell you how she learned. My old man would kill me if I told."
The remark had meant nothing to Joe at the time. The possibility of incest had not occurred to him, and the idea of Bobby screwing his sister didn't seem bad. It seemed like an opportunity for a little fun, and nothing more.
But now he knew what Bobby was trying to tell him.
Bobby's own dad had fucked Mitzi first himself!
With a low groan of lust, Joe recalled the fun it had been taking on Mitzi Crawford, how she had really loved to fuck, and how he and Bobby had taken her out in the country one Saturday night and fucked her seven times. He could still feel her tight young cunt like hot pincers around his prick, begging for more!
Now Joe felt he knew how Bobby Crawford's father must have felt!
He allowed himself to dwell only a few more minutes on the salacious memories of fucking a young girl, and then he tried to shut the wicked stuff out of his mind.
Hell, he thought, you've got a pussy in your own wife, and that's always been good enough for you before!
But by the time Ann had come up and crawled into bed with him, his prick was as soft as well-chewed bubblegum. He had suddenly lost interest in her shaggy, un-virginal cunt!
"Honey," she purred softly in the darkness of the room, "I thought you said tonight was the night."
"Sorry," he managed, bleakly, "I guess Pete's bourbon just got to me."
That was that, except that he dreamed about fucking a girl who looked exactly like Sally.
And woke up with a morning hard-on that wouldn't quit!