Chapter 11

On Saturday morning the McElhaney family awoke with monumental hangovers. Fred and Grace had remained with the Morgans after the reporter, photographer and Dr. Edmonds left. Neither of the two couples had any desire for sex, but all suffered from a seemingly insatiable thirst and by ten o'clock all four were flying high.

Grace and Fred sat up explaining everything to Janie after they arrived home, and they joined Janie in a completely unnecessary pitcher of gimlets.

"Here it is in the paper!" Janie announced loudly as she ran into her parents' room with the morning paper in her hand.

"Janie!" Grace cried. "Don't scream at the top of your lungs! My god, what a head I've got!"

"Me too," Fred sighed as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up.

"I don't feel so hot either," Janie remarked. "But here it is. It's all here in the morning paper. There's a picture of Mr. and Mrs. Morgan with Dr. Edmonds. 'Sex maniacs give ground to church,' it says."

"What? Let me see that!" Fred demanded, almost tearing the paper out of his thirteen-year-old daughter's hands. Fred scanned the article quickly.

"Does it really say that, Fred?" Grace groaned.

"No," he smiled, reaching out and whacking his giggling daughter on the head with the paper. "Cricket's being a smart ass. The paper gave it quite a bit of coverage. Front page of the local section."

"How about a Bloody Mary, Fred?" Grace moaned. "Really, my head is pounding and my stomach feels like I swallowed a cement mixer."

"Can I have a Bloody Mary too?" Janie asked.

"One thing we don't need, Cricket," Grace remarked, "is a teenage alcoholic in this family."

"I feel as bad as you do," Janie insisted.

"Nobody-but nobody-feels as bad as I do," Grace complained. "Fred?"

"Okay, okay," Fred replied. "Ill mix them if you'll scan this gossip column to see if there's any follow-up."

Fred stumbled out to the kitchen and made quite a racket while he opened and closed cabinets to find the ingredients for a pitcher full of Bloody Marys. He added almost a third of a fifth of vodka to the tomato juice and stirred in the rest of the ingredients.

As he passed the mirror on the outside of the bathroom door on his way back to the bedroom, Fred McElhaney smiled. He hadn't even been conscious of the fact that he was wandering around the house stark naked. Just a few weeks ago he wouldn't have even considered being naked in the house. Was it just a few weeks ago? To Fred it seemed like years.

"Well?" he asked as he lined the glasses up on the nightstand and filled them with the red mixture.

Grace was sitting up in bed, her beautiful breasts completely exposed. She was staring rather dumbly at the paper she held in her hands.

"I don't see anything," she sighed, "but you'd better check it. My mind isn't all together this morning and I don't trust myself. Where's my Bloody Mary? Whoops! Sorry, didn't see you there."

"You're really hung, aren't you, Mom?"

"No, Cricket," Grace replied. "Your father is hung. I'm as sick as a dog."

Fred drained his glass in a series of long swallows and quickly refilled it. Janie laughed when she saw her mother hold her nose and quickly gulp the liquid from her glass.

"It's not funny, young lady," Grace said as she held her glass out to be refilled. "Now drink your Bloody Mary and don't make fun of your parents."

"I can't find a thing," Fred announced as he finished reading the gossip column. "I'd say we managed to shut her up."

"To the tune of more than a hundred grand of Harold's money," Grace commented acidly.

"Harold will get his money back," Fred replied. "It will take a while, but he'll eventually recover every penny he invested."

"And the other couples?" Grace asked.

"They'll get their money back before Harold does. That's the kind of a guy he is."

"Thank goodness!" Grace sighed as her headache subsided. "I feel better already. I think I'll have another for insurance sake."

"Ill mix up another batch," Fred said, emptying the remainder in Janie's glass.

Janie sat down on the edge of the bed while Fred left to make more Bloody Marys.

"Why does a Bloody Mary cure a hangover, Mom?"

"I don't know, Cricket. Just thank god that it does!"

"It's warm in here," Janie sighed, unbuttoning the robe she had put on to go outside and get the morning paper. "Are you sorry, Mom, about the condominium thing blow up?"

Fred walked back into the bedroom before Grace replied. He poured all three of their glasses full of Bloody Mary and set the pitcher down on the nightstand.

"I don't know, Cricket," Grace replied slowly. "In a way, yes, and in a way, no."

"About the same mixed emotions I have," Fred said as he sat down on the bed and swung his feet up to prop himself up against the headboard.

"That party with the Brocks the other night," Grace remarked, "started me wondering about swingers. Not that I didn't have a good time. I could hardly deny that."

"Ill say you couldn't!" Fred laughed. "Not with the number of orgasms you had. I thought we'd have to call the Guinness boys to set new records."

"I know what Mom means," Janie said. "Sure, we all had a good time with the Brocks. We tried all sorts of things that we wouldn't have done on our own."

"That's right, Cricket," Grace said, placing her hand affectionately on her daughter's arm. "It's like tearing off your clothes and running wild through downtown traffic. It might be fun to do it once and see what it was like, but it isn't something you'd want to live with on a constant basis."

"I suppose I have to agree," Fred said with a smile.

"And the thought of living in a community of people like the Brocks is a little frightening,.' Grace added. "I guess I'm a little old-fashioned about my privacy, doing things when I want and not having to go along with a group."

"I wonder if the Brocks are like that all the time?" Janie said.

"I imagine, Cricket," Fred said with a smile. "They've been partying so long they have to do bizarre things to turn themselves on."

"They're silly," Janie laughed, feeling the effect of the vodka in the Bloody Marys for the first time. Her head was light and she was bathed in a comfortably warm glow. "If they loved each other like we do and enjoyed sex like we do together, they'd have much more fun."

"You two sound like you're talking about quitting swinging," Fred remarked.

"Oh no," Janie said quickly.

"I think what we're saying, Fred," Grace explained as the vodka began to catch up with her, "is that swinging can be fun at times with the right people ..."

"Or even the wrong people, if you're in that kind of a mood," Janie interjected.

"But it isn't something to make a steady diet of."

"Not when we can have so much fun together," Janie added, boldly reaching up between her father's legs and wrapping her fingers around his flaccid penis. "Mom and I can share you, can't we, Mom?"

Grace watched her daughter take her father's prick in her hand and experienced a moment of both guilt and jealousy. She wondered if she'd ever get over her ridiculous, old-fashioned morality? It was silly to the point of being childish in this day and age. And she knew she had no reason to be jealous of Cricket as another female vying for Fred's love.

The trouble was that there were no rules for a sophisticated relationship like this and consequently she didn't know how to react. After all, why shouldn't she share her husband with her daughter?

"Of course we can share him, Cricket darling," Grace responded. "Right now, it doesn't look like there's much of him to share."

"Ill bet we can change that," Janie laughed, crawling up between her father's thighs on her knees.

"Here, let me help," Grace laughed.

Grace felt flushed all over as she crawled over to place her face beside her daughter's at Fred's groin. The Bloody Marys had lifted her spirits and quieted the torments of her hangover and she felt a little homy. Just watching Janie take her father's cock in her hand turned Grace on.

Fred had not even been thinking about sex until Janie grasped his prick in her warm, loving hand. When he gazed down to find his wife and his thirteen-year-old daughter licking his meat at the same time, Fred McElhaney considered himself among the luckiest men in the world. They both had their tongues out and were lapping vigorously on each side of his rapidly expanding cock.

"Turn around a bit so I can play with my two favorite cunts," Fred said.

Without missing one lap with their probing, caressing tongues, both Janie and her mother switch positions so that their bottoms were at the sides of Fred's chest.

Fred's eyes moved back and forth between the two completely exposed cunts before him. Then he reached out with both hands and began fondling the two pussies at the same time.

"OH! He's got his finger up me!" Janie cried with delight.

"Me too!" Grace laughed. "How does it feel to finger two cunts at the same time, Fred?"

"Neat!" Fred laughed. "How many guys in this world have two nice boxes like these to play with?"

"And how many girls have a big, long, thick, juicy cock like this to lick and suck?" Janie laughed as she pursed her lips around the flushed swollen head of her father's penis.

"Well take turns," Grace said. "Ill lick his balls while you suck his cock, then well switch and you lick his balls while I suck his cock."

"Christ, girls, you'd better stop talking about it like that before you end up with a load of face cream."

"Hot, darling?" Grace teased. "I think Cricket is learning how to suck a cock, isn't she? Look at how she takes it all the way into her throat! OH! OOOOooohh! Fred, what are you doing to my asshole!"

"Massaging it with my little finger," Fred replied with a chuckle. He was fingerfucking her two ways at the same time and at the same moment probing his daughter's hot cunt with a series of deep thrusts with his middle finger. "Like it?"

"Yes!"

"Come on," Fred urged, digging his fingers into her vagina and rectum and pulling her toward his face, "sit on my face and I'll show you something Joyce Brock taught me."

Grace reluctantly gave up her oral caress of his swelling balls and scooted around on the bed to straddle his head and lower her now fully aroused sex on his face.

Janie's eyes moved up to take in the scene of her mother sitting on her father's face. The thirteen-year-old girl continued sucking her father's huge cock, sliding it slowly in and out of her throat as she felt his pulse quicken. She loved to feel her soft lips rubbing over the gnarled surface of his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down his pole.

"OH! AAaaahhh! Fred! FRED!" Grace squealed when she felt his hot probing tongue begin working on her anus. When he rolled it and slowly inserted it inside her bowels, Grace's entire body shuddered. All the while, he was rubbing his sandpaper chin against her erect and trembling clitoris.

Janie deliberately scraped her teeth against the swollen, throbbing surface of her father's shaft and reached down to fondle his heavy balls in her hand while she sucked and watched.

Janie wondered what her father was doing to her mother to make Grace's body tremble and quake so? It seemed as though she had just squatted on his mouth a moment ago and, unless Janie was wrong, she was already close to coming!

Grace was as amazed as her daughter was. Never before had Fred attacked her asshole with his tongue, and the effect was something else. Then when he stopped screwing her bowels with his tongue and began lapping her whole crack with the flat, wet probe from his warm mouth, Grace thought she was going to burn up. His tongue worked back and forth between her clitoris and her anus without missing one speck of her sensitive sex.

It was like being licked by a starving cat attacking a saucer of cream.

"AAAaahhh! Oh, Fred! MY GOD, FRED! Yes! Lick it. Eat it! OH GOD, FRED, EAT ME!"

Janie stopped sucking his cock for a moment and held it in both hands with her lips covering the very tip of his penis while she watched her mother. Grace had her hands down at her crotch and was holding the lips of her hairy cunt spread wide open with her fingers to allow Fred's hungry mouth complete freedom in her slit.

The thirteen-year-old girl thought that this was one of the sexiest sights she had ever seen. She stroked Fred's throbbing shaft gently while she watched him suck her mother's clitoris into his mouth.

" AAAAAaaaiiieeee!!!"

Janie saw her mother's jaw drop as the spasms of her climax ripped through her body. The young girl loved to watch a person's face during orgasm! There was always such intense joy there.

When the last spasm swept through her, Grace pulled her trembling body away from her husband's face. She crumbled into a supine position on the bed and her chest was still heaving from her intense orgasm.

"My lord, Fred!" she gasped. "That was something else!"

"I don't think I've ever seen you react like that," Fred laughed.

"You've never eaten me like that before!" she sighed. "First my asshole and then my cunt. Good lord! That was the most thorough licking I've ever had."

"Cricket, if you're not careful that thing is going to go off in your face!" Fred warned his thirteen-year-old strawberry blonde daughter as she continued holding just the very tip of his swollen cockhead in her mouth while she stroked his shaft with both hands.

"I'd rather have it go off in my cunt," Janie laughed.

"Go on, Fred, fuck her," Grace laughed. "You two thought you were so damned smart. I knew all along."

"How'd . . ." Janie began, then stopped when she realized that she may have fallen for a trap laid by her mother.

"I suspected it when you two decided to have a sex orgy the night I came home from Spokane. You weren't at all embarrassed, Cricket, which you should have been had it been your first time. Then the night we balled the Brocks I knew I was right because you slid down George's cock with a squeal of joy. You should have cried out when it broke your hymen, darling. That was when I knew that my little daughter had already been fucked."

"Well?" Fred asked expectantly.

"Well, I guess I'm glad you didn't confront me with it that night I came home," Grace laughed. "I think you would have put my liberal views to too hard a test. I can accept it now, even encourage it, but you did right to ease me into it. Well, Fred?"

"What?"

"Aren't you going to fuck our daughter? Get on top of her and give her a real fucking, darling! Ram that cock up her until she begs for mercy, Fred."

"Well?" Janie said.

"What?" Fred asked.

"What are you waiting for?" Janie asked. "Mom wants you to give me a good fucking. So do I!"

Janie squeezed his aching prick affectionately, then climbed over his leg to stretch out on her back on the bed.

"Mom?"

"Yes, Cricket?"

"Mom, I love you," Janie said.

"And I love you, darling. I'm glad you're grownup enough now to help me take care of your father and his big cock. UUuuummm! Look at this, sweetheart," Grace remarked as she reached out and wrapped her hand around Fred's long, rigid stalk as he climbed between his thirteen-year-old daughter's tender thighs. "Isn't it a beauty?"

"Oh, yes!"

"And just think, Cricket, he's going to stick this in your hole and ram it so deep into your cunt you're going to think it's coming out your throat! You'll feel this swollen head pressing against your cervix, darling, and you'll wonder if your womb isn't going to explode! Go ahead, Fred, I'll guide it to Janie's hot little hole for you."

Grace held her husband's long, thick manhood in her hand and slowly guided it to her daughter's sopping wet slit. She playfully rubbed the swollen head against Janie's erect clitoris.

"OOOooohhh, Mom!"

"Feels good, doesn't it, Cricket?" Grace laughed, moving the hard rod in her hand slowly down until the bulblike tip was poised at the entrance to her daughter's vagina. "There, Fred. Now shove it in her and fuck the hell out of her."

"AAAaaaaahhhh!!!" Janie squealed when she felt her vagina suddenly stuffed with her father's hard, hot meat. Listening to her mother's sexy talk had aroused the young teenager to a high point. Then having his cock rubbed against her quaking clitoris shoved her even further out on the plank of passion. And now his trunk like organ was lunging deeper and deeper inside her!

Grace watched her husband's shaft slowly disappear into their daughter's cunt. It was a beautiful sight. Fred's pole dominated the entire scene. It was almost as thick as Janie's arm, and about as long. Grace reached over and placed her finger on top of her daughter's clitoris while Fred kept digging deeper and deeper into her hole.

"MOM! MY GOD, MOM! OOOoooohhh!!!"

Grace reluctantly removed her hand when Fred's lunges brought his pelvis crashing down on then-daughter's clitoris. As a mother, Grace was proud of her daughter's wholesome body and good, sharp mind.

As she watched Fred fuck Janie, more physical things came to Grace's mind. If they were to be a threesome, she certainly wasn't doing her part. Should she caress her daughter's hard, pointed nipples?

The sight of Fred's bouncing balls caught her eye and Grace slowly crawled around behind his wildly bucking hips. From here she had an unobstructed view of her husband's hard cock sliding in and out of their young daughter's tight hole. It was an exciting sight and Grace sucked in her breath before she reached out to grasp Fred's bouncing, swaying balls in her hand.

Grace could feel the power in her husband's testicles as she held his nuts in her palm. He was a raging bull of masculinity and she loved him so much!

Bending down, Grace placed her face against his bucking buttocks and darted her tongue out to begin lapping at his balls while he vigorously fucked their young daughter. She felt him quicken his pace as she reached into the crack of his ass and inserted her finger into his bowels.

"Fuck her, Fred! Fuck the hell out of her! Now we're three on a swing."