Chapter 2
Two For One ... Is Good Odds
"Millie lay close to me. The voluptuous curve or her warm buttocks pressed close against my pelvis. The touch of her hot flesh against my prick caused it to get hard immediately. My lips were pressed against the back of her neck. It was sweaty and the saltiness of the drippings stung my tongue and aroused me to even greater heights of sexual ecstasy.
"My hard rod was moving into the crevice of her ass. As the head of it brushed against her rectum, I felt it tighten in a defensive reflex action. I shivered with delight. The head of my probing penis had reached the entrance to her moist little cunt. Her pubic hairs were like small wires, almost like tiny electrical filaments that transferred minute shocks to my eager and anxious prick.
"Millie spread her legs instinctively, though she was still asleep. My prick entered her vagina, slowly at first and, as the warm walls surrounded it, plunged fiercely into the remaining cavity. She gave a start as my tool banged against the tip of her womb. Her hand slipped down and patted my ass reassuringly. I knew, once again, that I was very, very welcome. She then pressed her buttocks tightly against me and began to gyrate her hips. I reached my arms up under her armpits and clung to her shoulders. I felt the blood surging into my penis and the sperm struggling to rise from its mysterious reservoir.
"She was becoming fully aroused and the rapidity with which she manipulated her glory hole was tremendously exciting. It was all I could do to keep from ejaculating right then and there. But I knew that Millie would be terribly disappointed if I left her hung up. She did, for a fact, get extremely ugly the last time I went off a bit prematurely.
"I could feel her breasts pressing against the insides of my forearms as her breathing accelerated. I buried my face into her hair and gently bit the back of her neck. She began to writhe frantically with pleasure. Both our bodies were covered with sweat and it was insufferably hot under the blanket. I managed to kick the blankets off and, in doing so, uncovered Monica who was sleeping to the other side of me. She muttered something about it being cold and drifted back to sleep.
"I was plunging wildly into Millie's luscious cunt. I could feel the head of my cock swelling. Oh God, how I wanted to come! I couldn't hold it back any longer and with a moan, I released the hot stuff into Millie's hungry, pink pit. Millie went rigid for a brief second and seized my hands in hers. I knew that she had reached complete and satisfactory orgasm at that instant. I had an immediate sense of well-being.
"My hot tool was spurting like a runaway fire hose. Millie pushed her butt tight up against me with one final spasm of ecstasy. I felt a slight burning sensation as I shot the final drop of semen into her. She contracted her vaginal muscles which sent shock waves through my body from my quickly softening prick. With each contraction I jumped a bit, which disturbed the sleeping Monica. 'Oh, Dad,' she muttered with a discomforting tone to her voice, lie still. I can't sleep with you jumping about like that.' Monica is Millie's identical twin. They look so very much alike that I can never really tell them apart, which sometimes causes me a problem.
"My prick slid out of Millie's crack. It was still semi-hard, but I was in no shape whatsoever to continue. I rolled over onto my other side and reached over Monica to the nightstand and grabbed my cigarettes and lighter. I lit the cigarette and took a deep drag. Millie was snuggled close to me, her head buried in my armpit. Monica was lying close to me, also. Monica looked like she was asleep, but, I somehow thought different. The moonlight was bright and I could see her features outlined very distinctly in the dimness. Her eyelashes occasionally fluttered. My suspicions were fully justified; she was completely awake and only feigning slumber. She probably was a silent witness to her sister's recent sexual activity.
"I turned my head until I was facing her. She looked so very beautiful, the silver moonlight reflected on her face. In many ways, she was much more beautiful than her sister Millie. Their personalities were quite the opposite, also. Millie was a bit of a 'hoyden', while Monica was very sophisticated and outwardly more sensuous. Indulging in a mischievous impulse, I sucked in a mouthful of smoke and blew it into her face. The reaction was instant! Monica bolted to an upright position, coughing and sputtering. Then we both laughed.
" 'You imp,' I said, 'you were awake all the time.'
"She giggled. 'I got so horny lying there, listening to you two fucking away so happily, I was hoping you'd be able to save some for me. But, from the way you groaned, Timagine that you are completely spent?'
"I replied, 'Almost,' and chuckled.
"Monica said, T bet I can get you hard again.'
"I was intrigued and took up her challenge. Throwing back the bedclothes, I exposed my nude body to her lecherous eyes. She lifted herself on one elbow and pressed her head close to my chest and let her moist tongue dart in and out as she moved stealthily over every ticklish spot on my torso. I felt a tremor of response from my genital area but I knew damned well that she would have to do a lot more to get me aroused enough to shoot off another load.
"Her nose was brushing against my pubic hair and the feeling that I sensed from her warm breath against my still wet cock was exhilarating. She took my tired tool between her long, slim fingers and, stretching it out, gently allowed her lips to encompass it. I was beginning to respond. The warmth of her wet lips around it made me tingle all over. God, I thought to myself, how lucky can a guy get?
"By then, I was quite hard and any second I would be ejaculating my last reserve of hot sperm into that lovely little mouth of hers. I could feel myself coming already. I stiffened my body as I thrust my hips upward so that all my cock would be in her mouth as I shot my load. As I raised up off of the bed, Monica's hands grabbed me by the buttocks and held me in position as the hot, creamy goo shot into her oral orifice. I moaned with pleasure as she made those delicious gulping sounds. Monica liked sucking cocks more than anything and I would have been the last one in the world to object.
"I was sure that she had reached orgasm during this act, as she was breathing very hard at my climax. She lowered my buttocks back to the bedsheet and collapsed with her lips still around my shrinking cock. She had swallowed every last drop of sperm.
"I could see that Monica was exhausted and would soon be in a deep satisfied slumber like her sister Millie. I was also pretty pooped after this double-header and longed for the quiet solitude of my own bed. I quietly arose and, tiptoeing out of the bedroom and down the hall, entered my own bedroom and, sliding very quietly between the sheets, settled down for a satisfied night's sleep. In doing this, I was very careful not to wake the wife.
"Marge stirred her gross and repugnant body as I so quietly settled down next to her. Oh, how I wished we had had twin beds, but that would have lost me the whole kettle of fish. I just hoped with all that I had in me that she wouldn't get sexy as she sometimes did late at night. I had not stuck my prick in her for almost three weeks. It was getting more difficult to have sexual relations with her, especially since I'd been fooling around with those two Venuses down the hall. Besides, Marge was fat and ugly and her breath perpetually smelled of gin.
"I turned my back to her and quickly dropped off to sleep with visions of voluptuous sex dancing through my head. I was beat but I surely felt magnificent.
"The next morning, I hummed with happy satisfaction as I took the 8:40 to the city. I was still humming up to the moment that my secretary informed me that J. M. wanted to see me in his office. J. M. was Marge's father, the president of the agency and my boss! He was a nice guy and a smart businessman; so smart, in fact, that he had conned me into marrying his fat, widowed daughter in return for a vice-presidency in the firm, a home in Westchester and $45,000 a year. In the beginning, I had thought that I had made the coup of the century. Now I would be willing to trade the whole mess for an office boy's salary-except for a couple of things-Millie and Monica, my two over-sexed stepchildren who were the saving grace.
"What J. M. had to tell me came as a shock. I was being transferred to Los Angeles to try to save a failing situation with the agency's branch there. I couldn't very well refuse and the thought of getting away from Marge was certainly a pleasant one, but I couldn't bear the idea of leaving the girls. It certainly was an anguishing situation. I downed quite a few martinis in the club car on the way home that evening. Then I had a marvelous idea-why not take the girls with me? I was sure they'd enjoy a trip to the coast. Then I nixed it; Marge would want to come, too. 'Well,' I said gulping down the last martini as the train slowed to a stop at my station, 'I will certainly think of something.'
"Monica thought of it for me. She had always been interested in the theater and, to her, Los Angeles meant H*0*L*L*Y*W*0*0*D! and she saw that this was the perfect way to get launched as a movie starlet. She suggested coming out to the coast with me and said that she would be of so much use to me-hostessing formal dinners, maintaining the apartment and other things that, of course, we could not mention to Marge. Monica's enthusiasm broke down her mother's reluctance and, a week later, United Flight No. 344 carried a very happy couple to the City of the Angels.
"The agency had leased a lovely two-bedroom apartment on Wilshire Boulevard for us. When Kearns, the manager, showed us through the unit he expressed great pride in the layout. Monica expressed great delight in what was to be her room, but inwardly we felt very smug in the inner knowledge that we both carried-there would be very little sleeping done in it, unless we desired a change of scene.
"So we quickly settled into our nice, new environment and it was just delightful. It was such a great relief not to have to return to my wife's unhappy bed every morning. Monica enjoyed it, too. She mentioned, and I hadn't noticed until then, that she resented having to share me with Millie; so we had a beautiful sexual ball.
"One late afternoon when we had returned from a delightful day at the beach, I was feeling quite horny after watching Monica running around the beach in a mini-bikini, followed her into the shower. She looked magnificent. The suds were running down over her well-tanned body. Little rivulets of the soapy stuff was coursing down the cleavage of her gorgeous breasts and collecting in the bush of pubic hair that covered her sweet little cunt.
"Quickly stripping off my trunks, I jumped in the shower with her and, grabbing a washcloth, began washing her back. She responded by pushing her buttocks into my groin. That gesture made my cock begin to stiffen immediately. Suddenly, she turned around and, dropping down on her knees, seized the washcloth from my trembling hand and began to wash my cock and balls. The sensation was really something! After getting it thoroughly soapy, she moved back and allowed the shower spray to rinse it completely. Then, taking it gently in one delicate hand, she began to suck on it slowly at first, but gradually increasing tempo until I thought I would blow right there.
"If you could imagine the thrill of the whole act being done in that steamy shower-Monica's golden body glistening with streams of silvery water cascading down and her head bobbing rhythmically as she hungrily devoured my throbbing cock. Her nipples were distended and pressed against the front of my thighs which caused me even more excitement. I was unable to hold back ejaculation any longer and I let the hot sperm burn its way out of its prison and shoot with great passion into that gentle mouth. Monica tensed for just an instant as the hot stuff surged into her mouth, almost gagging her. My darling didn't even miss a stroke, though, and she sucked out every drop. My knees became very weak after this and I had to hold onto the shower faucet handles in order not to collapse.
"Monica spit out the gobs and gobs of sperm and we both watched the spray force them, like tiny white snakes, through the holes in the metal drain in the stall floor. We stepped out of the shower and dried each other briskly. We both felt very happy. As soon as we were dry, I picked her up and carried her to the bed, where I carefully laid her down on the crisp lavender sheets. She looked so beautiful, lying there with her legs spread apart, the golden fluffy hairs of her cunt glistening in the light of the setting sun. I felt my tongue and lips quiver with excitement as I contemplated cunnilingus with that heavenly genital.
"I lay down at the foot of the bed and inched my way up towards her until my face was just above her crotch. She reached down and placed both hands on the back of my head and gently, but firmly, pushed my face into her golden bush. It smelled so clean and fresh.
"It tasted even better. As I slid my eager tongue in between those delicious cunt lips, she writhed with pleasure. I felt her back raise from the sheets as she drew close to orgasm. My cock had been sucked dry, just a few moments before, but it stirred once again in response to the erotic stimulation I was receiving. I darted my tongue back and forth with fierce motions and she reached climax within seconds. Her fingers gripped my hair and I thought she would tear it out by the roots. I wanted to yelp, but in order to do so I would have had to stop sucking that magnificent vagina. So, bravely I persevered and continued the stimulation that was driving Monica wild with ecstasy.
"That's just about the way my sex life with Monica went during the first few months out in sunny California. Monica wasn't the only chick that I balled, but, in the homestretch, she certainly was the best of them all. You see, the girls of Hollywood are in a class by themselves. Very few of them have the outward sophistication of their New York sisters.
"Monica had met Valerie in one of the casting offices. like Monica, she was an aspiring actress. I had heard a lot about her from Monica, but didn't realize from her description that Valerie was the magnificent redhead that stood at our door early on a particular Saturday morning. Monica had gone shopping and I was lounging around in pajama bottoms with my first martini of the day, when the doorbell rang. I opened it and this absolute vision of loveliness was standing before my eyes.
"Quite naturally, I invited her in and asked her to sit down. I then hurried into the bedroom and slipped on a robe. Returning to the living room, I asked her if I could help her. She said that she had driven into town that day-she lived out in Simi Valley-and dropped by to see if my Monica would like to have lunch and see the fashion show at Bullock's. I told her that Monica was out but would return shortly and invited her to wait. I sat across from her, holding my martini in my hand and noticed that she was eyeing it hungrily. I asked her if she cared for one and she accepted. I went over to the bar and fixed her a very dry double. As I handed her the drink, I noticed that she was staring intently at my midsection. Glancing down, I embarrassedly noticed that my robe had come open and my fly was open also-and my big cock was hanging out in plain view. I covered up quickly but couldn't help but notice an amused grin flash across Valerie's beautiful face.
"When those delightful lips of Valerie's parted in that impish grin, my cock reacted just as if those lips had flown down and kissed it right upon its swelling head. I instantly became aroused. I hadn't had a strange piece of ass in months. I had a strange feeling that my guest was easily seducible. I could have been wrong, but it certainly was worth a try. I sat down alongside her on the sofa and 'accidentally' let my robe once again come open. My cock was now quite erect, and she obviously noticed it, but pretended to ignore it.
"I moved in as close as I could get to her, placing my arm behind her shoulders. She didn't move away from me or offer any resistance to my obvious move, so I bent my head over and gently kissed her behind the ear-she smelled of delightful perfume. She immediately hurled her head backwards so that I could allow my kisses to explore their way down the length of her neck and into the hollow of her shoulder. While doing this I could feel and hear the quickening of her breath; she responded quite quickly. With one movement she placed her empty glass on the table and then grasped my hard cock in her soft white hand. The effect of her touch on my burning sex organ caused me to bite hard into her shoulder. She didn't flinch or scream at the severity of my bite. In fact, she sort of sighed-excitedly.
"Before I could catch my breath, she had bent down to where her lips could encompass the swollen head of my aching cock. The coolness of her lips and tongue gave me quite a start. I quickly leaned forward and undid the belt of my robe. A quick shrug of my shoulders left me completely naked. It made quite a scene-me in complete nudity and Valerie-well dressed and dripping with expensive jewelry.
"I leaned back in complete ecstasy as she allowed her mouth to descend on my tool. Her hands, now free, rubbed my body with passionate pressure. She was enjoying performing the blow job as much as I was enjoying being blown. She increased the suction and agitation to such an extent that my feet were pounding the floor with the rhythm of a bongo player. I reached forward and placed my hands into the top of her dress. Valerie was not wearing a bra, much to my delight. In an instant my hands had cupped two deliciously firm breasts. I could feel the erect nipples pushing their way into the palms of my hands. Her breasts were already dripping with sweat. I knew that I must plunge my horny cock into that vagina, that must be full of erotic anticipation, very quickly. If I did not do it directly, I would waste a massive dose of come in her mouth. I wanted desperately to kiss those sucking lips as my hard cock shot the hot juice into the crevice that God in his infinite wisdom had ordained as the natural receptacle.
"I, in spite of my exultation accompanying ejaculation, was a bit disappointed at having shot my load into that lovely mouth. Just seconds before I was contemplating exploring the depths of that unknown orifice known as Valerie's vagina with my sensitive prod, and then, like some eager teenager, had wasted a lot of stored up sperm that certainly could have been preferably used elsewhere.
"I lay there, breathing hotly and feeling the sweat run off my face and down my neck. I wondered what to do next. Valerie solved that problem for me quickly. She raised up from my shrinking cock and kissed me with wide open mouth squarely on the lips, spitting my still warm sperm directly into my own mouth. I gagged and then retched, freeing myself from her tight grasp and fled to the bathroom.
"The tinkling sound of amused laughter followed me in my flight. That mischievous imp, I thought to myself. I could strangle her with my bare hands! By the time I had gargled and calmed down, all thoughts of violence had left me. While I was in the bathroom, Valerie had taken the opportunity to disrobe, and the vision of sheer naked loveliness that greeted me upon my return wiped away any feeling of animosity I may have previously entertained. She was extremely beautiful. Titian-haired and with skin like the finest ivory, she stood before me, holding out a fresh martini. 'I'm really sorry,' she cooed, 'I couldn't resist doing that. You looked so smugly satisfied.' I took the drink from her hand, all the time fixedly staring at a pair of the most magnificent breasts that I had ever beheld in all my forty years.
"Her waist couldn't have been any more than twenty-two inches in circumference. She looked exactly like a Gibson Girl sans corset. I almost gasped with delight. I would venture to guess that her bust and hip measurements were 38 and 36 inches, respectively; and she was a natural redhead for sure, as her curly pubic hairs matched exactly that which grew so abundantly above.
"Needless to say, by the time I downed my drink, I was raring to have a go at that delicious body. Valerie didn't need any coaxing, either. We flopped together in a mad tangle on the still unmade bed and, within seconds, my rigid cock was searching the moist, pink lining of her tight little cunt. It felt wonderful. My cock was still sensitive from the tremendous sucking that it had received shortly before and it responded to each tiny convulsion that occurred in the depths of Valerie's well of pleasure.
"Valerie was a moaner. Loud groans of delight poured from her sensuous lips during the progress of our frenzied copulation in such volume and excited pitch that I was sure the neighbors would think a grisly murder was occurring there. But I found out that the wealthy occupants of our building were a swinging and extremely cool group of people.
"I lunged deeper and deeper into her glory hole and I felt each vaginal convulsion increase as I built up the rhythm. She was quickly approaching orgasm. The moans decreased and finally became mute pantings. Her mouth was open. As she achieved climax, she dug her long fingernails into the flesh of my shoulders and arched her back. I gave a final great push forward and shot my load. Valerie sighed and held herself rigid as my hot cream surged into her. It felt wonderful.
"We lay there in each other's arms, enjoying the musky, sweaty closeness of our bodies until it suddenly dawned on me that Monica might be returning momentarily. I suggested that Valerie might want to take a quick shower or freshen up a bit. After several searching kisses, we parted and she disappeared into the bathroom as I hurriedly dressed and went into the kitchen to warm up the coffee.
"When Monica returned a few minutes later, with armfuls of groceries, she found two well-dressed individuals seated in the living room, making polite small talk and sipping coffee. As Monica sauntered into the kitchen to unload the groceries, she tossed a comment over her shoulder. 'You two getting to know each other by now?' I almost spewed my coffee. Valerie stuck her tongue out at me. After a few minutes Valerie left and Monica started lunch. As we sat at the table, I played with my food. I really wasn't very hungry. Monica looked at me with a worried expression. 'You look so awfully tired, darling. I think you should spend more time in bed on Saturday mornings.'
"Monica was spending more and more evenings away from home. This gave me more time to be with Valerie. She took to coming over two or three times a week. I am sure that Monica knew what was going on. Just how sure, I didn't find out until sometime later. Sex with Valerie was great fun, except a little bit of sadism lurked in her otherwise gentle nature. She was always trying out something new, like performing a bizarre version of analingus on my ass-hole. The sensation was terrific. And more than once I shot my load between those two gorgeous tits of hers."
The case of the twins, Millie and Monica, is an unusual one since the male parent is a stepfather, and more than one daughter is involved. It is also interesting to note that the stepfather rationalizes his extramarital incestuous sexual situation to suit his own standards of morality. Since there was an obvious sexual incompatibility with his wife whom he found sexually repulsive, the stepfather's thoughts turned to the charms of his two teen-aged stepdaughters.
We must also consider the morality of Millie and Monica in connection with this menage a trois. Both girls are quite lovely, young, and extremely responsive to their sexual yearnings. Their natural father died when they were about to enter adolescence, and a true father-daughter relationship was thwarted before it had strengthened in the teen years. The girls, accepting their relatively young-forty-and charming stepfather, grew jealous of their mother's possession of him. Out of feelings of envy, as well as from sexual drive, the girls entertained ideas of the seduction of their handsome stepfather.
Although it had not been mentioned in the text of the stepfather's narrative, Jerry M-, the subject, is very nearly an alcoholic, finding himself more and more dependent upon that one martini. The frequency of his martinis became quite alarming, but did not seem to encroach on his sexual abilities.
In Psychopathia Sexualis, Richard von Krafft-Ebing reports several cases of incest between fathers and daughters. In all but one, alcoholism was listed as a contributing factor. This is present in the Millie-Monica case. Whether alcohol or alcoholism is symptomatic of a deeper underlying pathology remains to be proven, and would be a fertile area for further scientific investigation.
In investigating the background of Jerry M-we find that he is the only child of a widowed mother. The mother, a devout church-goer, impressed on her son that sex was animalistic and dirty and that to be a "true image" of God, he should always dwell on purer subjects than those of a carnal nature. Following the natural resultant pattern, young Jerry devoured every sex encyclopedia, comic book, trashy novel and any other example within reach of his youthful fingers. The outcome was first an obsession about sex and, as he reached maturity, an obsession with sex. In fighting the guilt sense instilled in him from childhood, he created a mental block which allowed him to assume a guiltless attitude with regards to any sexual activity.
Monica, more so than Millie, presents evidence that she was afflicted with a mild nymphomania. Monica's desire to displace her mother in her new father's life is a common enough occurrence in cases where the seduction of the father is instigated by the daughter.
Krafft-Ebing cites several cases where a nymphomaniacal person initiated sexual relations with a blood kin:
Thoinot reports a case of a nymphomaniac (age 44) who made an attempt at suicide on account of unrequited love to her own son, 23 years old. She pestered him with kisses and caresses, tried one night to force him to coitus, which he refused. Other similar attempts followed with periodic spells of insanity. When all efforts failed she made an attempt on her own life....
Another case, reported by Tardieu, is still more horrible. A chronic nymphomaniac mother, apparently homosexual, often masturbated her little daughter, 12 years of age, for hours in the middle of the night, in the vagina and the anus. During that time she was highly excited.
It may, therefore, be assumed that the aggressor in most cases such as this is the nymphomaniacal partner, who is generally the instigator of these acts. It would be interesting to determine whether or not either Millie or Monica actually seduced the stepfather while he was in a drunken state. Until we delve further into the background of Jerry M-, this question may remain unanswered. What may be assumed is that the case, although it presents several classic aspects of incestuous behavior, is atypical in that nymphomania and alcoholism are representative syndromes underlying pathologies.
"Life went on quite pleasantly for a while, until my wife phoned long-distance from New
York and said that she missed me tremendously and was hopping a plane out to L.A. the following Friday. She also said that she was bringing Millie with her. This was a nice surprise, but I had to do some quick thinking about what to do with Valerie. The sexy redhead had been spending more nights with me than she had been spending in her own home.
"Monica had finally found out to just what extent Valerie and I had been carrying on and it didn't trouble her in the least. In fact, one evening when I had thought she was safely on her way up to Big Bear, she walked into my room and caught me fast in the saddle with Valerie. She giggled, immediately stripped for action and hopped in bed with us. I was so stimulated by this troisieme, that I fucked one then the other with fierce repetition for the rest of the night. Where I got the endurance, I don't know, but if a sperm transfusion were available, I would've paid any price for it. I balled till my cock was red and sore. When I didn't have it in one of their cunts, it was in one of their mouths. My tongue and lips were rather fatigued also by the end of the wonderful ordeal.
"I told Valerie that we'd have to play it cool while my wife was in town, which, of course, was all right with her. She even suggested that if things got too crowded, I could hide out at her place. Even though I was rather cold to the idea of Marge barging in unexpectedly, the delicious thought of having Millie around made my whole body tingle with anticipation.
"Even though Millie was Monica's physical duplicate, underneath they were no more alike than Laurel and Hardy. Monica was sensuous, serious, and very dramatic in erotic things, while Millie was sheer fun and delightful companionship before, during and after orgasm. That was why I was so delighted with the arrangement. It was like having an affair with one beautiful woman who had two distinct natures. That is why I was so seldom bored. A little on the side, like Valerie, just made me appreciate what I had all the more.
"Marge and Millie arrived late Friday night. Monica and I were at the airport to meet them. What a shock I received when they got off the plane. Marge looked wonderful! She had lost about forty pounds and was wearing a miniskirt that made her look fifteen years younger. Her hair was no longer graying, but had been returned to the soft brown I had seen in many old photographs.
"This wasn't fair, I thought, almost out loud. My wife looked so good that I almost wanted to fuck her!
"Marge ran up to me, threw her arms about my neck and kissed me fiercely and passionately.
"We quickly settled them into the apartment. Millie and Monica together and Marge in with me, of course. I couldn't get over the change in Marge. She told me that shortly after I had left she had discovered this new medical diet which literally melted the pounds off her. The diet was strict and included daily injections from her doctor. She said that the injections were a serum extracted from the urine of pregnant women. Well, whatever it was, it sure worked out fine. I was beginning to see the old gal differently.
"Millie wanted to go out and see Hollywood and the Sunset Strip at night and Marge encouraged Monica to take her. I tossed Monica the keys to my Jaguar Roadster, as I thought they would enjoy everything better from behind the wheel of an expensive sports car than in her little Ford Maverick.
"'Well!' I said, 'it's a delightful surprise to have you out here. And, honestly, Marge, I can't get over how wonderful you look! I didn't think anything could pry you away from your beloved Manhattan.'
"Marge smiled and pecked me on the cheek. I suddenly remembered that she did love me. She really looked good and I slowly felt that old repugnance fade away. It is funny how a person's physical appearance can affect you. I had felt that Marge had let herself go once she had 'hooked' me and had me signed, sealed, delivered-and paid for. But, this was a much younger, more voluptuous Marge than I had ever known. With me sitting next to her smelling the exotic perfume she had adorned herself with and looking into those beautiful made-up eyes, I felt a twinge of desire stir within me. I had not wanted the slightest physical contact with and looking into those beautiful made-up was getting aroused quite excitedly.
"Marge went on to tell me that she had lots of time to think while I had been gone and she came to the conclusion that if she didn't do something about herself, she would lose the love of her husband. Thus, the crash diet and the beauty treatments. I responded to this statement by embracing her and kissing her lovingly. As I did so, her hand dropped to my lap and brushed against my stiffened cock. She caught her breath quickly and then plunged her tongue deep into my mouth. The sensation caused the roof of my mouth to tickle something fierce and I rotated my lips on hers, which increased the mutual excitement. For the first time in months, I wanted to fuck the hell out of my own wife!
"Needless to say, we quickly stripped off our clothing and I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Her body looked so great, not an ounce of fat existed anymore. Her pubic hair, nesting in that slim groin looked almost like a strange pussy to me. As my cock entered it, I felt a thrill I hadn't known for years. I plunged in with fierce abandon.
"Marge took every inch of me into her with hungry delight. I felt her hips writhe underneath me and well understood how she needed this. I locked my hand on her shoulders from underneath her back and pulled her down towards me, all the while shoving with all the power I could summon from my lower extremities. My knees were smarting from the friction of the sheets against them.
"She was moaning with delight. 'Fuck me, fuck me! Oh, dear God in Heaven, fuck me! Fuck me!' She was squirming with great glee and passion as I gave one mighty lunge and shot my hot load deep into her well. She reached orgasm at exactly the same moment and, with a harmonic sigh, we collapsed on the bed, locked tightly in one another's sweaty arms.
"You'd think that I had it made, wouldn't you? Balling a wife who had had a complete overhaul, two gorgeous stepdaughters who couldn't get enough of me, plus an exotic redheaded movie actress who was the epitome of sexual adventurism. There is an old saying, 'You can't get too much of a good thing.' Well, let me tell you! I believed that and, for all intents and purposes, there was no reason on earth for me to doubt that, as long as I ate my Wheat-ies. But, my little world of sex shortly began to collapse around me in a most unusual fashion.
"Marge and Millie stayed for two weeks. I managed to get into Millie on several occasions, but finding the time and opportunity was difficult, since it was damn near impossible to get Marge out of bed, much less the house. She was so turned on that she even tried to play with my cock under the table at mealtimes, when we were driving somewhere or even at the theatre. I began to wonder if she was becoming a nymphomaniac.
"Monica was beginning to feel neglected also and took to staying out till the early morning hours. And I hadn't heard from Valerie for several days. Curious, I stopped by her apartment one evening.
"She answered the door after I had banged on it for several minutes. She displayed an expression of annoyance when she opened the door, finally. It faded quickly when she saw it was me. I stepped in and was just about to embrace her when I saw that we were not alone in the room. On the sofa sat a white-haired man in his early fifties. 'Jerry, I'd like you meet my agent, Howard R--. ' Displaying one of those smiles that could sell an electric vacuum cleaner to an igloo-dwelling Eskimo, Howie R--extended his hand. I was a little embarrassed; I realized that it would have been more tactful, if I had telephoned first. When Valerie introduced me by name, Howie looked thoughtful for an instant and asked me if I were any relation to Monica M--. I told him that she was my stepdaughter, and he smiled that salesman smile and said that he had great things planned for 'our Monica.'
" 'Just what do you mean-great things?' I asked, suspiciously.
" 'Oh, I secured her the lead in a movie that starts shooting in about two weeks!'
"I was surprised and pleased to hear this. Monica had been trying very hard to get started as an actress.
"What better way, I thought to myself, than to get the lead in the first picture you did. 'What's the name of the film?' I asked.
"Howie hesitated for a brief second and said, 'We haven't decided on the eventual title, yet.'
"Valerie interrupted, 'Don't worry, Jerry, she'll be getting $250.00 per day. They could call it "Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm" as far as I would be concerned for that kind of dough.' I had to agree, that was pretty good money for a beginner.
"Suddenly, our conversation was interrupted by a crashing sound from somewhere in the back of the apartment. Howie ran down the hall and I started automatically to follow, but Valerie blocked my way. I do not know what instinct made me do it, but I pushed her aside and followed Howie down the hallway. There was a tremendous light coming from the bedroom. I reached the door and looked in. There were several spotlights and some screens made out of what looked like aluminum foil that reflected the light from the spots. There were several people in the room. One of the men was operating a 16-mm camera. It was pointed at Valerie's king-sized bed.
"On the bed lay a couple, fucking away like mad. The man was about twenty-five, naked, and grunting with pleasure. The girl, lying underneath him with his large cock shoved into her cunt, was giving out with the most exaggerated moans of pleasure. The girl was beautiful and was also in the throes of an orgasm. The girl was Monica!
"Valerie had rushed up behind me. Howie was looking at me with a terrified expression. He surely thought I was going to tear the place apart. I didn't. I burst out laughing. It was funny, so damn funny that the tears began flowing from my eyes. Monica, my Monica from that oh-so-proper Westchester County family, was starring in stag films! What was even funnier was that the apartment-the apartment that I had been paying rent on for Valerie-was being used as a 'studio,' for this type of production. Throughout all this confusion, the camera and the actor just kept grinding away. Monica was looking at me wide-eyed.
"Everyone was looking at me like I was some kind of a nut. I calmly took out a cigarette, lit it, blew out the smoke slowly and turned to the chap I assumed was the director of this erotic epic and asked him if he minded terribly if I watched. I think they were a bit shook up, but one of the men holding a reflector pointed to a chair, so I quietly sat down and watched my stepdaughter get fucked, sucked, and corn-holed for the rest of the afternoon. Valerie had a part in the flick also. Had it not been for J.M. and the company, I would've made my debut as a motion picture actor also.
"During the filming, my cock got hard several times. During the sixty-nine scene between Monica and Valerie, I almost whipped my cock out and jacked off in front of everyone. I made up my mind right then and there that after Marge went to sleep, I would get the twins to recreate this bizarre and entirely stimulating scene, just for me. It was a new and terribly thrilling experience to see my daughter going down on my mistress and vice versa. I could hardly wait till I could enjoy the observance of Monica and Millie doing the same thing.
"After they were through shooting for the day, Monica and I went straight home. Marge was there when we got there and had a surprise supper all prepared. Somehow the subject of dirty movies came up during the repast, and when my unaware Marge cautioned Monica about attending the X-rated flicks, and Monica and Millie both answered in one voice that they hated that type of thing, I nearly choked on a Brussels sprout.
"After supper and a dull evening of TV, we all decided to turn in before midnight. Marge was horny almost before we got into bed but, looking forward to slipping into the girls' room as soon as Marge was sound asleep, I tried diplomatic ways of postponing any sexual encounter. In the run-down condition I was getting into, either I had to cut out the fucking for a while, or at least taper off. This is not easy to do in a house full of hot-pantied females.
"Finally, Marge dropped off to sleep after playing with my cock for a long time. I fought hard to keep from getting an erection, and I won, thank God!
"About a quarter to two, I silently got out of bed and tiptoed into the girls' room. Millie had dozed off, but Monica was reading. As I entered, Monica shook Millie gently and they made a place for me between them. I dropped my shorts to the floor just before I climbed into the bed. Millie was awake now and was lovingly stroking my eager cock. It started to get hard right away.
"Considering all the exercise that Monica had indulged in earlier, you would think that she hadn't had any sex for weeks on end. I asked them if they would mind putting on an exhibition of mutual cunnilingus for me, and they said that they'd love to. They moved to the foot of the bed and I moved up as close to the head board as I could. It was a sight to behold. Both girls assumed the sixty-nine position and, as I watched their pink little tongues begin to dart in and out of their matching vaginas, my hand went to my cock and began rubbing it with abandon. With my free hand, I reached in between their sweating bodies and with palm upward, began playing with Millie's tits. Then after a few minutes of this, I twisted my hand around palm down and, sliding along Monica's torso, I reached her tits and began fiddling with them. They increased their tonguing of each other and I was doing all I could to keep from coming with excitement when the door flew open and there stood Marge with a look of astonishment on her face.
"I thought Marge would tear the place apart, but I was wrong. She let her nightgown drop to the floor and with a cry of 'Everybody in the pool!' she made the bed in one jump and descended on my erect cock with her mouth. It became a race between the three females to see who could cop my load. It was times like these that make a guy feel really popular.
"To see these women fighting over my cock like it was a scrap of meat and they were starving, was quite an experience. As soon as the girls saw what their mother was trying to do, they stopped sixty-nining each other and both of them made a concerted dive at me. Millie and Monica were being just playful, of course, but when they tried to pull their mother off me, Marge clamped down on my cock with her teeth and wouldn't let go. It hurt like hell, and I screamed something awful. The girls just pulled harder at Marge's shoulders. Finally, they pulled her free, only because my cock had started to go soft and Marge couldn't hang onto it any longer. She did leave some deep teeth marks in it; in fact, it was bleeding. I realized that I was out of commission for a while.
"I looked at them severely and said very sternly, 'See what you greedy girls have brought on yourselves? Daddy's cock is broke, and now nobody gets any.' They applied some soothing medication to my injured member and we spent several hours indulging in various kinds of oral sex. I suffered a bit with my cock, as it tried to get hard on several occasions. For the most part, I don't get terribly excited performing cunnilingus. I love watching it. Maybe
I am turning into a voyeur in my middle age.
"I was amazed at the way Marge accepted the fact that I had been engaging in sex with Monica and Millie. Marge mentioned, during the course of the evening, that she had been aware what had been going on the past few years, and had decided that she would have to get herself rejuvenated if she was ever going to regain sexual companionship with me. She was right.
"And now I was in a bind. In my own household, I had three women to satisfy. And I wasn't sure that I liked it. Since Valerie had come on the scene, I found myself less and less interested in Millie and Monica. It was not that I didn't desire them; I found myself less desirous of the overwhelming passion that I had until recently. Valerie was the first sexual experience I had had outside the family, and I think it aroused the urge to seek 'greener pastures.' Marge's change over to near-nymphomania also had its effect, too. Probably, if Marge had been a sex object in the early days of our marriage, I wouldn't have turned to the girls.
"What had started out to be a beautiful 'triangle' for me was ending up with me as a sex slave to three insatiable women. And I didn't dare complain. One word to Marge in the wrong tone, and she'd be off to Reno or Tijuana in a minute. The threat of J. M.'s wrath hung over me. All in all, things got pretty chaotic."
No matter how you cut it, incest is incest. To deal honestly and objectively with a subject that is a universal taboo requires both boldness and thoroughness. And though stepfather-stepdaughter sexuality is perhaps considered less heinous or reprehensible than overt "blood relation" incest, it is still incest (both legally and morally). The fact that it is the most widely practiced form of incest makes it, we feel, worthy of the most scrupulous and detailed examination. That is why we felt it important to relate the case of Jerry M-and his twin stepdaughters. We make no judgment of the case or. the persons involved, but have only attempted to show a certain type of sexual behavior existing in the tumultuous society of America today.