Chapter 6

Finding myself so unexpectedly and happily assuaged, even while these repeated delicious paternal assaults on my half-crazed cunt from the rear were making my body a vortex of voluptuous rapture, I retained sufficient wit to put my rump into a posture guaranteed to give me the most of what my father was jamming into my creaming hole. Forgetting my brother and his temporarily useless little prick entirely, I made no effort to restrain his rolling clear of my face. Then I put my head down sideways on my folded arms and planted my knees well apart on the sex-stained coverlet, thus increasing Harry's ease of access to my upthrust twat and enabling me to return a countercharge for each charge he delivered into my swamping cunt in any degree and direction I pleased.

There were, for me at that time in my early life, added compensations for such an assault from behind: in this position I was able to contain all of Daddy's dong, the entire eight inches of its splendid erectile dimensions. Thus, I could actually grip its very root with my creaming labia, even while its great round bulb of a head with that delicious mole right on top, filled my uterus to the bursting point with each forceful delivery, causing ripples of irresistible delight to engulf me.

While I enjoyed the thrust and withdrawal of Harry's magnificent codpiece in my slithering guts, I wanted all of him in there steadily, wanted the feel of those well-furred testicles, so unlike my brother Bill's smaller, hairless balls, prodding the tender backs of my upper thighs continuously. So I began pushing backward with my juicing cunt as he pulled partway out of me for another assault, thus letting him know how sorely I wished him to hold his fullness where it would do me the most good, gripping that massive meat as tightly as the distended condition of my coozy permitted and thereby adding to both our enjoyments immeasurably.

After a half-dozen such efforts on my part, Daddy got the idea and, sliding his hands around my thighs and under my belly, pushed forward more slowly, the while he drew my convulsing crotch tight against his own loins.

Thus, for the first time, our pubic hairs met and meshed in sopping union and his balls were pressed against my thigh-backs while that beautiful prick seemed to fill me all the way up to my tonsils from within.

There we rested for long, delicious moments, completely intersticed, while the sweetness of the sensations that swept through and over me became delectably unbearable. Such a situation, for all that it was wholly delectable, could not continue indefinitely, of course. The self-control required to remain absolutely still with such a viable piece of male meat stuffed into my welling insides was far beyond any self-control I could muster, beyond that of any woman fond enough of fucking to let such a prong fill her where nature intended her to be filled.

Darling Daddy actually set off our ultimate explosion by using the naughty fingers of both the hands at the base of my shuddering belly to dig into the top of my near-hairless cleft, normally just above my juicing hole but, in this position, directly beneath it. The tips of his forefingers converged unerringly on my little pink clit, which had long since abandoned its normal covers of tissue and was sticking out as straight as my nipples ... which last, in their aching need of fondling, I discovered I could caress myself with the fingers of my folded hands, thus increasing the delights Daddy's cock in my cunt was giving me in no small measure.

But it was Harry's fingertips on my clit that really detonated the inevitable explosion of sheer animal lust that followed. Gently at first, then with slowly increasing pressure, they squeezed at the sides of my sex-button as if it were a pimple that needed bursting ... until I uttered a sound that was more scream than grunt and shook my middle madly back and forth in an effort to free my clit from his unendurable double pressure.

It was this involuntary maneuver that really sent the balloon up ... just as the torture my button was receiving became unexpected and unalloyed pleasure. I thrashed my rump about wildly and, if I caused my father's fingertips to slip clear of my spasming clit, right then I could not have cared less. The whole universe had exploded into action that centered in and around my pulsing cunt and all other considerations were swept by the board.

The wildness of my gyrations must have caused my cunny to lose its grip on any meat less long and massive than that which was reaming it wildly. I fucked my father, and my father fucked me until I could feel my own pussyjuice trickling down the backs of my thighs, to be mashed and spread by the smacking repeated swings of his balls against that same soft surface, and my twat seemed to have developed a lust-crazed will of its own.

There was no thought, no direction to such madness. My convulsing cunt did what it willed, what it had to do, with that perfect paternal prick leaping inward and outward and rotating right with it. I peaked and peaked and peaked again, until the ever-rising climaxes that gripped me in rapid succession seemed to flow together into one vast continuing orgasm that would never end.

It continued long after Daddy had sent his sperm shooting deep in my innermost recesses ... to be stirred by the repeated thrusts of his raging dong like fluid in a blender and to add its sweet slippery slickness to the juices already welling from my flying twat and making a marvelous mess of my thighs. We kept right on fucking until Daddy's dong bucked and spermed again in my churning womb. Even then it took us both a long time to slow down and, regretfully, to separate our sated fucking pieces.

Turning me over, Harry lifted my sweat-soaked young body across his thighs, and, cradling me there with the wilted splendor of his sticky prick pushing gently against my rump, kissed me tenderly: first my forehead, then my eyes, then my lips and throat; working slowly and fondly down over my still shuddering torso with its minescular little buds of breasts, until his tongue slid slowly over the flat curve of by belly and sucked at the top of my cleft. I parted my quivering thighs to give him access to my more intimate areas and, lifting my rump to make things easier still, he carefully licked my whole crotch clean of the white sticky sex-sap and semen that encrusted it.

Although I had thought myself entirely fucked out, such tender ministrations by Harry caused my cunt to begin juicing afresh. Nor was its spate lessened when he stuck a thick strong tongue past its outer barriers and began playing it around inside me as he had played it inside my mouth earlier. By this time, I was ripe as an early autumn peach for another fucking and begged Daddy to stick his darling dong into me where it would allay the fevers his tongue had caused to rage within me.

"Please, Harry," I begged, "fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me before I go crazy .. !"

But Daddy looked down at me with laughter in his beautiful brown eyes and said gently, "We mustn't be pigs, darling daughter ... not if we're going to make this relationship work. I've been getting you ready for Bill."

"But ..." I began, leaving my protest unfinished as, turning my head, I discovered what brother Bill and little Joanie were doing.

It was all too evident that my baby sister had decided to help restore our brother's lagging little prick by performing more gently what I had done so cruelly before Harry came to both our reliefs.

Her lovely little brown head looked affixed to his loins as she sucked and pulled at her brother's prick--and evidently with the desired effectiveness; for, when she pulled her head back, a good expanse of rigid pink stalk protruded from the crease where the tops of his thighs met. But Bill, being the generous and loving brother that he is, had not let his little sister go unrequited ... for he had so arranged them that his head was fully occupied in the tiny area of her cunt. And it was evident both to Daddy and to me that, in this instance, the pre-sexual play had developed into the game itself, for the two little darlings seemed wholly and happily preoccupied with what they were doing to one another's sucking pieces.

I looked up at Daddy again and said, "I don't think we ought to interrupt them, do you, Harry?"

He shook his handsome head and said, "Well I guess you and I will just have to make the best of it, honey."

I said, "We will... you know we will!"

Already, though he was holding my little-girl body well above his thighs, I could feel the great round head of my father's prick brushing my quivering buttocks, and all I desired was to hold it once more in my juicing tunnel of love. Harry laid me tenderly on my back and, looking down at me with love in his eyes, said, "I think you're ready to receive me underneath now, darling daughter."

"Goody!" I cried, thrusting my cunt upward with my legs wide apart to make access easier. "Sock it to me, Daddy dear ... all the way home!"

For one awful moment, I feared that my cunt would once again reject the very prick that had given me life while I was in a supine position. With that mind of its own, remembering the previous failure of Harry's huge cock to penetrate it effectively from above, my cunt closed up as if someone had sprayed alum or some other astringent all over it.

Fortunately, Daddy's prick had some memories, too, memories that included the terrific plumbings it had given that same hesitant hole already. And my father, knowing from sweet experience that my cunt could contain his mastodonic meat without harm, was not taking no for an answer, either. With a thrilling disregard for any and all obstacles, he simply laid his prong in there, with its head separating my trembling nymphae and labia, and then pushed right on inside. For an instant, the round muscle at the very entrance of my hole, played stubborn. Then it was forced into a wider and wider ring as Daddy's dong with its big-bulbed head, kept right on into me. There was still too much sex-sap for any real or prolonged resistance, and suddenly darling Daddy was through and the bump of a mole on the top of his cock-head was running a groove along the top of my tunnel, from its mouth, pushing upward against my clit from below, then on up the tunnel until it pressed exquisitely against the tender flanges of my womb-gate ... and then on through the final barrier to fill my sub-teenage tunnel to the very top, where it rested in triumph.

Sliding both my little hands downward between our clinging belly-flesh, I worked them into my crotch, where my cuntal lips gripped the inches or more of Daddy's long thick stem that my tunnel of love was still too short to contain in its once-again flooding depths. I teased this delicious stem with my thumbs and forefingers, enjoying the sensation of rubbing Daddy's wet curly pubic hairs back and forth against the vein-ribbed skin of his stalk ... and was able with my other fingers to explore the furred soft surface of his balls just below.

Harry seemed to enjoy this extra stimulation, for he uttered a grunt of pleasure and widened the area between his thighs to make access easier to his testicles ... an act that spread wider my already taut-stretched crotch as it opened me wide. Without disturbing my genital finger-play, "he began rolling his body in a slow grind, causing his embedded cock to put slow but inexorable pressure on every square millimeter of my vulva and send the matchless delights of climax surging outward from the distended hollow tube between my pulsing womb and the throbbings of my overstuffed cunt.

In a little while, things grew far too active for me to continue fingerfucking the man who was fucking me, and I could only grip the sides of his loins and start pumping my delirious cunny up and down and around on the mastodonic pillar of joy that was plumbing my guts with the inexorable steady beat of a metronome.

I began coming with each slow thrust of Daddy's dong into my creaming twat, and coming with a whole different set of sensations as he slowly withdrew a part of that gorgeous cock for another impalement. All the time, with that crazy mole on its top giving me added convulsions no matter which way it moved ... or even when it didn't move at all, which was seldom from then on during this royal bang we were giving each other.

Daddy didn't go for doubles this time, which was just as well, for I was on the very edge of hysteria when, at last, I felt the blunderbuss emission of his sperm in my suffusing womb and the subsequent diminution of both our activities and Harry's dick. When we came down off the mountain, we were just in time to see brother Bill and little Joanie, who had abandoned their sixty-nining to imitate Harry and me, complete a straight old-fashioned fucking with Bill on top, pumping his active little dong in and out of his little sister's wet hole so rapidly he reminded me of a riveting machine.

Little Joanie's body was a bright cherry red, which meant she was either embarrassed or coming, and from the uninhibited way her rump was bouncing around, I didn't for a moment really think she might be embarrassed. She managed to lose brother Bill's white-lathered prick again. But this time, he was ready for it and, grabbing the backs of her upthrust thighs so hard that she yelped, he held her steady enough to poke his prick back into Joanie's wet hole without manual assistance.

Right then, I knew neither Bill nor Joanie was going to be a lousy lay. Not that I'd been worried about Bill. He still had a lot of growing to do, and some of it would be in the prick department. And I'd never worried about myself. From the moment I found out what fucking was, from Hotpants and some of the older girls in school, I'd been dying to do it and without a tremor of fear or self-consciousness. I knew I was going to be great at it--and I was and remain so to this day, a half-dozen years later.

But Joanie's problems, I decided as she finished off her brother and herself nicely, with a series of convolutions of her cunt calculated to draw sperm from an old-time tobacco-store wooden Indian ... Joanie's problems had been entirely due to her extreme youth and her over-eagerness to play grown-up games.

I said as much to Harry, who was smoking a cigarette and he nodded. "She'll be fine," he said, "once she learns not to work quite so hard at it. Being frantic doesn't make it any better... quite the reverse."

"If she hadn't made it with you, Daddy," I said, "she'd still be fouling out and bawling over it."

"She's only a child," he told me. Then, "Believe it or not, so are you, Robin."

"I know ..." I reached for his limp, sticky prick, large even in the flaccidity with which it reposed on the double cushion of his balls, and fondled it, then added, "but right now I don't exactly feel like a kid."

He slid a palm over my all-but-hairless pubic mound and gave it a loving squeeze and said, "Fucking's not all you've got to learn, sweetheart ... there's a whole lot else to living."

"What else matters?" I demanded, tightening my grip on Daddy's big limp prick.

He blew smoke in my face and smiled and said, "You've got a point, Robin."

"And so have you ..." I began kneading my father's cock and cooed with delight as once again it began its slow growth to full erectile proportions. He moved to push my hand away with his free hand, but then evidently thought better of it and let me continue ... permitting his free hand to return to my mound, where he slid it deftly into my crotch in such a way that he could diddle my clit with his thumb and my twat with the rest of his fingers; after a bit, even digging with his little finger deep enough to give my tight little arsehole a workover.

I spasmed, and my wriggling reaction caused my father's cock once again to become truly outstanding, rising to the proportion of a high-velocity cannon: no mere anti-aircraft gun this, but a veritable Big Bertha. I cupped its imperial purple-and-pink crown in my hand, which could barely contain it. Daddy crotch-lifted me with one hand and placed me right over it, taking a final long puff on his cigarette as I settled my happy cunt down over it once again.

He stubbed the cigarette out on the table alongside the big bed, and just lay there while I pumped up and down on his rigid dong, smiling up at me fondly with his hands folded at the back of his neck. Brother Bill and little Joanie, looking somewhat tousled from the sucking and fucking just finished, curled up comfortable alongside us to watch, surfeited with sex for the time being, if Harry and I were not.

It was all very comfortable and cosy, especially when Daddy extended a hand and harpooned Joanie's tiny cunt from beneath with a hooked forefinger as she maintained a handgrip on our brother's limp dick, which had once again lost its sizing and was hanging limp.

"Kids," Daddy said when I calmed down to see why he was not doing any of the fucking, "one hell of a lot has happened since yesterday. Now, I don't know how you children feel, but this is the best thing that's happened to me since ... well, in many years."

We chorused our fond agreement and, after blessing us and giving his prick a slight twist which sent me right through the ceiling, he said, "I want to go right on fucking you girls as long as I can, and, as long as you want to fuck Bill and me, I don't see why we can't ... unless somebody stops us."

"Who'd want to do that?" Little Joanie asked.

Harry smiled at her fondly and shook his head and said, "A lot of people, darling ... most of the world, in fact. So the first thing we must do is make sure the rest of the world doesn't find out about our little secret. If they do ... we'll be lucky to stay out of institutions, much less to keep together."

"What about Mom?" brother Bill asked.

"You'd better keep her out of it ... at least until and unless I feel the time has come to let her in on it. Your mother has some very old-fashioned ideas about this sort of thing ... in fact, that's been our chief trouble since Joanie was born. No, we'll work it without Mom for now."

"And what about Hotpants O'Houlihan?" I asked.

"What about her?" Daddy asked.

"She's smart as a whippet," I said. "If we do all our fucking in the family as it were, she'll wonder why Bill and I aren't screwing around with the kids."

Daddy laughed and gave my clit another squeeze and said, "So screw around ... I'm not selfish and you should do some of your fucking with your peer group. You're young enough to have plenty to spare. But what the four of us do is our business. I'll work out the details so we can keep it from getting out ... even to your mother."

"When is Mom coming back?" Bill asked.

"She's going to call me when the road is open from Running Water," said Harry. "But there's something else. I want you kids to keep up your schoolwork; a little learning never hurt anyone, and it will help our cover if you get high marks. You're all bright enough so it shouldn't be too hard. I'll help if the going gets lumpy. We're a model family, and you're all model kids and want to make your mother very, very happy."

He winked at us and then added, "But not as happy as the four of us are going to be--am I right?"

The other two flung themselves on him in an excess of affection, kissing him and hugging him so heartily that I was almost flung from my perch. Lecture or not, this piece of involuntary movement got my sex-engines revving in high gear. They hadn't exactly been in neutral even while Daddy was talking to us ... and I began bucking and rolling all over that wonderful big paternal prick packed tight in my convulsing guts. Harry pushed the others off and got hold of my raging rump and enforced a rhythmic discipline that had us moving together in the sweetest of all dances until, in due course, we were pumping our juices at each other one more wonderful time.