Mace, his daughter Ellen, and the younger girl Nadine, watched the incestuous cunnilingus for a long moment. Then Nadine moved to her father, closing her small mouth about the head of his penis. She gripped his testicles tightly in her palms and began to suck in rhythm with Diane's pumping hand.
"Jack, him off," she said after a bit, pulling her lips away to lick tenderly at the oozing slit. "Jack Daddy off in my mouth…"
Diane was too wrapped up in what her son was doing to hear the young girl, but it did not matter in the least. Her hand continued its furious up-and-down movements, as if she would never turn it loose for any reason.
"God," Mace moaned at the debauchery before him. "Christ, Ellen… I've got to do something with this!" He waved his enormous organ at her. "Suck me, honey! Suck me off… quick!"
Ellen was eager to comply, and she dropped her head into his lap. Gurgling deep in her throat, she began to suck in hungry, bobbing motions on her father's penis. Her white, rounded buttocks waved in the air, quivering at the salacious things happening around her. The two fathers, now so worked up by the things they had watched their children do, did not last very long. Almost at the same time, they began to spew forth their thick and foamy sperm into the girls mouths. Both girls swallowed happily, lapping for more of the liquid squirting from their fathers testicles. Joel and Alex brought their mothers to full completion, drinking down what juices they could suck from the pulsating organs.
Now the edge was off the passions of the two families, and they could relax to think about what they had initiated. Shame was not apparent in any of them and they openly discussed the things they were doing – and would do in the future. It was decided that night they would try and seek out others who had a family with the same inclinations as they had. This proved more difficult than thought. Although the Smiths and Powells answered many ads and inserted their own in the underground newspapers, the replies were almost negligible. One family they contacted too far away for convenience sounded interested. For a month they corresponded back and forth, exchanging photos of each other's family in lewd poses of fellatio and anal intercourse. Nothing came of this contact due to the distance involved.
Many answered their ads, expressing interest in them, but had no family of their own to offer. Some flatly stated they would be interested in copulating with a mother and daughter at the same time, or the wife with father and son, yet they would not offer their own children in exchange. These replies were ignored by the Smiths and Powells, because they were not interested in giving access to the young teen-agers unless others were willing.
It did not matter to the children who became their sex partners – willing to accept the exchange with men and their wives regardless whether they had youngsters or not. But the parents maintained their desire to exchange only with full families, and to date they have not contacted anyone else willing to produce their own children in such an exchange.
THE HARRISON FAMILY
Sean Harrison is a middle-aged man of almost fifty years old. He owns his own company, manufacturing plastic handles for kitchen ware. It is a small company employing only five men and two women. Yet he earns a good deal of money, and of late has been thinking of expanding into the production of toys for preteen children. He is balding with gray streaking the remaining amount of hair.
His wife, Joan, was a pretty woman who never seemed to require a diet. She dresses in the lastest fashions, giving no thought to money spent. Now in her early forties, she has lost her interest in sex. She does not actually deny her husband access to her body, but before their entrance into an incestuous relationship with their daughter, she would have all sorts of excuses to keep him at his distance. Things changed quickly once their daughter, Pamie, was brought into things.
Pamie is a lovely young girl of seventeen. She is quite popular in the high school she attends, and is constantly fighting off the eager hands of her dates. She has been compared in looks to the movie star, Raquel Welch, on many occasions.
The telegram told of the serious illness of Joan's mother, and she had to rush out of town quickly. She dreaded to leave – especially at this time – because her daughter's birthday had been planned, and many preparations were still to be made. Now, the party had been called off. Although Pamie understood the reason her mother had to leave and did not begrudge this, she was extremely disappointed at not having a party for her seventeenth birthday.
"Listen, pet," her father told her after they had seen her mother off at the airport. "You and I will celebrate together, how's that?"
"Oh, would you, Daddy?" Pamie said eagerly, hugging his arm tightly as they drove home. "That would be wonderful."
"Sure thing, pet," he smiled down at the lovely girl. "But I have to go back to the plant for a few hours. Tell you what… you take some money and go buy a nice dress… go to the beauty parlor and get dolled up. I'll be home no later than seven and we'll do the town."
With bubbling anticipation, Pamie made an appointment with the hairdresser and then went shopping. Pamie had always worn her auburn hair straight, but now she decided to have it waved, improving on the resemblance to the movie star.
That evening in her bedroom, she began dressing for her "date" with her father. She was so happy at the prospect of being with him – like a real date with a grown man – she chose her finest and frilliest clothing.
The tiny panties she slipped over her curving hips were almost non-existent, almost like a fog mist that concealed her lush pubic mound. She was unable to halter her swelling breast because the gown she had purchased was cut very low – daringly so. The skirt was full, hanging to her knees. She peered at herself in the full length mirror, and almost decided not to wear the gown because of the amount of cleavage she exposed.
"Honey! I'm home," she heard her father call from the living room. "Ready to go?"
Once more she glanced into the mirror, wondering if her father would be mad at the grown-up way she looked in the dress. No, she thought. Tonight I'm seventeen… and I am grown up! Giggling happily, she went into the living room to greet her father.
"Hey now!" he said softly, looking at his beautiful daughter appreciatively. "I didn't realize you were such a beauty, Pamie."
Flushing from the praise, she lowered her eyes shyly, holding her hands before her as he stared at her. With a drink in his hand, Sean toasted her and took a quick sip. "Turn around, pet, let me get a good look at you."
"Is… is it alright, Daddy?" she asked hesitantly. "The dress… is it alright for me?"
"Baby," he said with a wide smile, "It's the perfect dress for you! Turn around," he repeated. "Let me see you."
No longer worried about the low cleavage, Pamie twirled happily for him. The skirt swirled up, higher and higher as she turned. Sean was granted a better look at her than he had bargained for. His eyes bugged as the skirt flew about her waist, and the wisp of panties did nothing to conceal the dark shadow of her pubic triangle and the firm, rounded buttocks she innocently exposed.