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Our Family Sex Club

By: elleann



Chapter 1 - Grandpa

It was during my senior year in high school that Grandpa sold the farm and he and Grandma moved in. We have a big house so there was plenty of room, and they are such nice people that I was happy to have them live with us, "us" being just me and my parents. Grandpa's big hobby is chess. He plays it at the park near our house with other guys about his age. He says he is like a "middle of the group" player with them. Daddy plays chess too, and two or three times a week after supper Daddy and Grandpa would play and, if I wasn't busy, I would watch.

Pretty soon I was watching for a reason. It annoyed me being thought of as a dumb blond. I was in the top fifteen of my class, that's a class of 385 kids, but I couldn't shake my "she's just a piece of ass" reputation no matter what I did. My counselor said it wasn't only because of the way I look, but also because I am "naturally flirty", as he put it and that I "can't help being a tease". I almost got mad at him for saying that to me but I knew it was true. 

So I decided to join the high school chess club.

First, I would have to learn how you play. I got a book on beginner's chess from the school library and I also started watching Grandpa and Daddy's games every chance I got. I'm pretty smart in spite of what people think, and it wasn't long before I figured I knew enough to try a game so one afternoon when I got home from school and Grandpa was in the living room reading a book, I challenged him to a game. He was nice about it like he is about everything and we played a game and he beat me in about three minutes. We played like five more games, one after the other, and he won them all easy as pie. After that, we played like almost every day, a lot of times right after supper before his game with Daddy, and Daddy would watch sometimes and point out my mistakes after the games were over, never during a game because you don't do that. I always lost but I was getting better. Then I won a game. I was thrilled. It wasn't a thrill like a sex thrill but it was almost as good as one.

Over the next few days I won more games than I lost. It wasn't because I was suddenly great. It was because Grandpa was getting more interested in me than in the games, which I didn't notice in all my focusing on the chess board, and then I did notice. I wasn't mad after I thought about it.

It happened when we were having one of our after school games. Grandma was at the movies and wouldn't be home for hours and Mom was out too. I was wearing a skirt and blouse. I wear skirts and dresses a lot for school because I like to show myself off. I get criticized for it but a lot of people like it, and I like it, so who cares. I have a philosophy about this that I call my Mother Nature philosophy and it explains why dressing sexy and even acting sexy doesn't mean you're not a good person. It doesn't mean you're a slut or that you're stuck up about yourself. During one of our games I told Grandpa about my Mother Nature philosophy and he said it was interesting.

"So what you're saying boils down to a girl should get the most out of her looks while she has 'em," he said.

"Well, something like that, Grandpa," I agreed. I felt my philosophy had to be more complicated than what he said, but I couldn't exactly see where.

We were sitting on the floor, on our big oriental rug in the living room. Grandpa wanted to play there instead of in chairs in front of the card table where we usually played because he said his back was bothering him and this would be good for it. I don't know that much about old people's backs but I didn't see how sitting on the floor with no support would be good for them, but I didn't say anything. I had just got home and I was anxious to get going with a game, hoping I might win again.

Just so you know, my skirt which was short and tan and my blouse which was tight and lemon colored had helped make me a hit in the hallways that day, so I looked pretty cute. I also had on leather sandals that showed my toes. I drew a white piece and moved out my king's pawn two spaces, the way I always opened. I waited for Grandpa to make his move, which normally took him about two seconds at the beginning of a game, but nothing happened. I was studying the board, thinking I might try a move I had read about if Grandpa gave me the chance, and finally I looked up at him, wondering what the problem was. I saw it was me. Grandpa shifted his gaze like half a second after I caught him. He had been looking at my tits and before that, he admitted a minute later, he had been looking at me lower down, where my skirt had hitched up from me being on the floor. I put two and two together.

"Now I know why I've been beating you and why you wanted us to be on the floor," I said, crossly.

He apologized, and he said, "It's just that you're a sight for an old fart's eyes."

We talked a little about that situation, him being old and me being young and all, and then we got back to our game, both of us feeling pretty awkward. I felt bad that he was so down on himself and I also worried about him getting lackadaisical with his chess. I was afraid he could be developing a bad habit with his lack of concentration. I didn't want him to go from being in the middle of his chess group to the bottom, all because of me. I decided to try to make him feel better and let him know it was okay about him looking at me, so I just came out and asked him if he would like to see me without a top on.

"Grandpa, would you like to see me without a top on?," is how I put it.

He said, "Yes, I would." He said it very cool and calm, like it was the most natural thing in the world. It impressed me he would say it like that, as though you had asked him if he would like a glass of water.

I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. I pushed up my bra and took that off. I sat sideways with my knees out and the skirt half way up my thighs, facing Grandpa while he sat across from me on the other side of the chess board and looked at me. He said I had nice tits and I thanked him for saying that and I asked him, pretty suggestively under the circumstance, what he wanted to do next.

"Are you going to get your dander up if I tell you what I want to do is fuck you right here on this damn floor?"

The words sound kind of rough when you write them out, but he said them totally cool and calm like before. I was proud of him.

"No," I told him. 

"What does that mean, sugar? Are you saying I can fuck you?"

"I didn't say THAT, Grandpa. But I've beaten you three games in row. So, hmmmmm, I will play you one more game and if you win you can fuck me. How is that?"

He wasn't looking as cool and calm anymore. His face got red. "Yeah, that's okay, that's okay. You know you're turning into not a bad little chess player. Suppose I don't win?"

"Hmmm. Then you can't fuck me. Sometimes Mother Nature says, Sorry, Grandpa."

"Ha. Don't I know it. Sorry about that knee, old man. Sorry all that hair went away. Sorry you can't get it up like you used to."

"Yup. That's good old Mother Nature." I was pretty sure, however, that he wouldn't have the last problem he mentioned if he won the game because he had a good bulge going at that very moment. I was teasing him anyway. I hadn't completely decided but probably I was going to let him fuck me even if he lost. It would be mean not to, don't you think? Plus I was in a sexy mood myself after my day at school.

Well, Grandpa got his concentration back big time. He played hard and I did, too. I tried my best. The outcome though was predictable. He steadily outmaneuvered me. He took one of my knights for a pawn, then a bishop for another pawn. He hemmed in my rooks and then he trapped my queen. I was a gonner. I studied the board even after I knew it was useless. I sighed and smiled at him and tipped over my king.

Mom's car sounded in the driveway. 

Grandpa groaned. "Mother Nature's a dirt bag," he muttered, and it made me laugh.

"Don't worry," I promised him.

Mom came into the room and said hi. She was wearing skin tight jeans and a top that was almost skin tight itself. She looked a little funny, I thought. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were bleary, but she doesn't drink so it wasn't that. She looked gorgeous overall. She is forty-two but she looks more like thirty two and she has an amazing body. Everyone says I look the way I do because of her. She said she was tired and was going to take a nap, and she left. We listened to her go upstairs.

"You won the game, Grandpa. Are you going to take your reward?," I said.

He looked startled. "With your mother in the house?" He could have said his daughter.

"It's okay. If we hear her coming downstairs we'll stop and I can grab my clothes and run to the bathroom, and you would, you know, do what you have to do."

He grinned at me. "Sounds like a plan, sugar."

I lay back on the rug and pulled my skirt up. He leaned over me and our eyes met. 

"Fuck me, Grandpa." 

I felt his hands on me, then my skirt was coming off, then my panties were coming down. I held my breath. For me, this is one of the most exciting times, just before it happens. I had my eyes closed. I didn't need to see him. It wasn't like this was Lebron James getting on top of me. One of the great things about sex of course is that when the important part starts it doesn't matter how famous or handsome the guy is. Even the biggest sex symbol guy in the world might have a dinky you know what or he might be fine in the size department but not good at fucking a girl, while an ordinary old guy like Grandpa could be a superstar at it. You never know.

Grandpa was great all around. He had to clamp a hand over my mouth to shut me up at one point. The trouble with that was it slowed him down and it made it hard for me to breathe. I pushed his hand away and whispered,

"I'll be quiet."

I did my best. A few times I clamped my own hand over my mouth as Grandpa was bouncing me on the floor. 

We both had nice finales! A lot of Grandpa's finale was sprinkled over my tummy and thighs and a lot of the both of ours had formed a tiny puddle on the rug between my legs where it dribbled out of me. And that's the way things were when I opened my eyes and saw my mother. I was flat on my back looking up and she was standing over me looking down, with a big smirk on her face. Grandma was behind her and she at least had a kindly smile on her face. No one had said anything or if they had I had been in la la land and hadn't heard it. 

I sat bolt upright and saw the cum on me and on the rug. Grandpa had his pants back on and he was sitting in a chair looking glum.

"Enjoy yourself, Elle?," Mom said. She explained that Grandma hadn't liked the movie so she took the bus home and had just come in the kitchen door when she heard my squeals and gasps. She poked her head in, saw what was going on and went up stairs without us hearing her and got Mom, and that was that.

"I'm sorry. It was my fault, Mom. It was my fault, Grandma," I said, wishing I wasn't such a mess.

"Don't be silly, hon," Grandma said. "You didn't make yourself a sex magnet. Mother Nature did that."

Wow!, I thought. Wow and double Wow! I could have kissed Grandma.

So what happens now, I wanted to ask, but instead I jumped to my feet and skipped to the bathroom to wash up. I wasn't against being a sex magnet. You can't fight Mother Nature, right? But I was still against being a dumb bell. So in the bathroom I had like two main things on my mind. One was my plan to go to the meeting of the chess club tomorrow and see if I could join. The other was what was going to happen when Daddy got home? Were they going to tell him? At supper was Grandma going to say something like, "Steven why don't you eat Elle for dessert and then fuck her?" I could almost believe she would, and that Daddy would, and that I would.

Chapter 2 - Dr. Button

As it turned out, actual sex wasn't on the agenda during supper that night but the topic of sex sure was. I learned things that shocked me, like the fact that I come from a long line of "sex magnets", like the fact that most of the adults in my family have sex with each other. They put on sex parties, sometimes at our house. Broadly speaking that covers it. 

Our family on my mother's side has been incestuous for like a hundred years. Daddy came to it reluctantly. Mom would only marry him on condition that he would go along with it, just as Grandpa went along with it for Grandma, and he did, and now Daddy is like one of them, except he put his foot down about me. He made Mom agree I wouldn't be brought in which otherwise I would have on my 18th birthday (last month), like Grandma and Mom were on their 18th birthdays, like my aunts Sissy and Meg were on theirs, like my cousins Phillip, Rachel and Paula, all in their twenties, were on theirs, and probably like my cousin Jenny is going to be next year and my twin cousins Bradley and Dereck the year after that, will be on theirs, - that's the tradition. I don't exactly understand how they make this tradition work but apparently they have a way to do it. The agreement about me didn't matter now because I had come into their incest arrangement on my own and they all, except Daddy, said they hoped I would be a full fledged incest person from now on. Daddy didn't say anything about that. He seemed a little upset. Grandma told me afterward it was just a matter of time before he "got his head together" and screwed me. 

There are other details I won't bother you with except one. You may remember my mother looked strange when she came home as Grandpa and I were finishing our chess game. Well, she looked that way because she was feeling the effects of a visit with her sisters where they had tea and muff diving.

So you can see I had amazing stuff on my mind at school the next day. I hadn't forgotten my chess club idea, however. In fact, I was more determined than ever about that, and as soon as classes got out I went to Dr. Button's home room. Dr. Button is the chess club advisor and his room is where they meet. He's teaches a course in psychology and he's a counselor, too, though he was a never a counselor for me. Five kids, four boys and a girl, were with him, all sitting at a long table with chess boards on it, when I opened the door and stepped in. They turned and looked at me like I was someone from a different planet. Maybe that was partly because of my pink cotton sweater and short blue skirt. The sweater was on the revealing side. I had on a bra but it was so thin it hardly made a difference.

"Hi!" I said, cheerily. "I was wondering if I could be in your club."

Dr. Button got up from his chair and came up to me. To be honest, I didn't like him very much. I always felt there was something creepy about him. He's a short, balding guy, about forty years old.

"Sorry, Miss Blake. This is the chess club, not the chest club," he said loud enough for the other kids to hear. I heard snickers. The biggest snickerer was the girl, Mindy Forest, who I knew didn't like me.

"I know it's the chess club, Dr. Button. I know how to play chess," I said, politely. 

"You don't say? Well, we are getting ready for a tournament in two weeks. Why don't you come back after that when we may have the time to evaluate your, um, qualifications. You can't just 'know how to play', Miss Blake. You need to be competent in order to be one of our members."

I noticed that two times while he was saying this Dr. Button's gaze dropped to my boobs for a fraction of a second before he caught himself and looked up again.

"Oh, I'm competent at chess, Dr. Button. I would be a good member on your team for the tournament." I was bluffing of course, but I wanted a chance.

"Hmmm." He glanced at the clock on the wall. "Tell you what. You can attempt a game with me. If I don't mate you in ten moves you can be a probationary member and then we'll see how you do as time allows in our next few meetings. You will have thirty seconds per move. I'll have twelve seconds per move. That means your king needs to survive a maximum of seven minutes."

I smiled at him. "I can count, Dr. Button."

The other kids wanted to watch. I told Dr. Button that would make me even more nervous than I already was and he said okay and set us up at a small table at the back of the room. Mindy and the boys were told to stay at the big table in the front and not disturb us. The boys, by the way, were what you would expect at a chess club. Nerdy. The only one I knew was Dinky Evans, a real nice kid who isn't dinky at all in height but that's why they call him that. He's like six-three and weighs about what I do. He's as skinny as you can be.

Dr. Button gave me the choice of men and I picked black. My whole plan was to defend for those ten moves. I didn't care how hopeless my final position was as long as I still had a position, so black was good. Dr. Button came out aggressively at me. It made my nipples tingle which conveniently made them hard and pointy in my sweater. I began building a defensive wall to slow him down, and after four moves I could see his attitude changing. He started to show a little respect for me which must have been conflicting for him because he was also having trouble keeping his attention on the chess board. Naturally, I was helping him with his trouble by trying to distract him. 

I made good progress during my sixth turn. I had already decided for that turn what my move would be. I took the first few seconds to review it - I wouldn't actually move the piece until my time was about run out, and then I said, "Hmmmm," and frowned at my left breast with its perky nipple in a pink disguise that wasn't much of a disguise. I put my right forefinger at the the top of the slope and made little brush strokes coming down, a little like a skier turning himself sideways this way then that way to keep from sliding off the mountain. My finger didn't slide off. About half way down my breast, I brought it back to the top and started brushing down the hill again. Dr. Button was watching and before he said something, I sighed and said,

"Do you see a crumb there, Dr. Button?"

He cleared his throat. "A crumb?"

"Yes, I saw a crumb there. I hate it when I have crumbs on my sweater."

"Oh, ha. Well, you're not supposed to talk during the game, you know." He didn't sound that upset about it.

The timer was about to click, so I made my move. Now he had twelve seconds and he was visibly flustered.

"I'm sorry I talked," I whispered, leaning over the table. He glanced down at my boobs. I wished I had worn a top with scooped neck. You can't remember everything.

To make a longish story shorter, my king was still standing after Dr. Button's ten moves, and I was now in the chess club. I played a few games with the kids, which I lost, and I sat in while they discussed the tournament with Dr. Button. When the meeting broke up the kids said friendly goodbyes to me, except for Mindy who didn't say anything to me the whole time when she didn't have to. Dinky shook my hand and said he was glad I was in the club and that he could tell from the game I played with him that I had talent, which I really appreciated him saying. Then, as he was going out the door, my darn mind reverted to a familiar place. "I wonder if Dicky would like to fuck me," I said to myself.

As I was heading for the door, Dr. Button said he wanted to speak with me, and we went into his office which was next to the classroom. I sat down in front of his desk figuring I was going to get lectured for having distracted him during our game. That wasn't it.

He looked at me with a strained expression and said, "Thanks to you, Miss Blake, I've had an erection the last ninety minutes. It won't go down. Less than half an hour from now I am to be at a faculty meeting. I think you have a responsibility to do something about this."


Our Family Sex Club Pt. 02



Chapter 3

My Incest Wedding

When Mom and Daddy bought the house fifteen years ago they claimed that one of the appealing features for them was the gigantic basement being a ready made bomb shelter. The basement ceiling is reinforced with concrete slabs (which soundproof it), there are four king size beds that fold out from the walls, two on each side, two enclosed bathrooms (Mom and Daddy put in hot tubs), an open kitchen with cabinets and a fireplace with a wood stove.. For all its bomb shelter potential, however, the selling point wasn't that. It was that the basement would be just the thing for family orgies.

I started to learn this first hand when Mrs. Johnson tugged me into the house to see my mother. You could hear the sounds of the party, which meant one or more of the basement doors had been left open. We have two doors to the basement, one in the back entryway and one, weirdly, in the library. Mrs. Johnson and I found Mom in the kitchen, all dressed up.

"Where have you been!?," she snapped.

"What in heck is going on, Mom? I was at school. I tried out for the chess club."

"Oh, for God's sake! I told you this morning to come home right after school. You didn't answer your cell either. Did you get my message."

Hmmm, I remembered she told me to come home. I decided not to admit I also forgot my phone, and left it in my locker. I did have OTHER things on my mind.

"Well, okay. You're here. Um, Sally, why don't you go downstairs. Elle and I will be down....as soon as we can."

When we were alone, Mom sat me down at the table and explained things, amazing things. I soon had tears running down my cheeks and chills running up my spine. This was my "wedding day", the day I "married" the family that I had always been an integral part of but not "wedded" to. There would be a ceremony for me as the "bride", then the marriage would be consummated. Mom filled in some basic details, including that my marriage was mandatory and a couple of lesser details, like how they managed to maintain the Blake family name in spite of all the marriages to men from other families, Dad's for instance. When I could get myself to speak, I reminded her she had said she only "hoped" I would become a full member of the group and now she was saying I didn't have a choice, that it was mandatory. I stopped crying. I was angry.

"Well, I do have a choice. You can't make me do anything, MOTHER!" 

"Shhhh, don't upset yourself, Elle. You don't have a choice. I'm sorry. I should have come right with it instead of trying to break the news to you gradually. Once you started fucking Grandpa it was unacceptable not to induct you into the family, our incest family. Your father understood, even if he didn't like it."

"Well, I don't understand, and I didn't fuck Grandpa, he fucked me!"

"Oh, please. You all but asked him to fuck you, and then you did ask. Incest in this family is a big time operation, Elle. We have rules and procedures. We can't have independent contractors running around doing God know's what. If you want sex with your relatives you'll do it our way, under our umbrella."

I was crying again. "I still have a choice. I don't have to MARRY everyone! I could walk right out of this house and not come back!" 

"You won't," she said, gently. 

"How do you know?!!"

"Because you don't have it in you to leave your family. It is ingrained in you, dear. Ingrained."

Now, besides being angry and upset, I was curious. "How is it ingrained?"

"Never mind. It just is. Stop arguing. I'm going to get your bridal things and tell people we'll be down shortly.When I get back, I want to see you with all your clothes off."

She returned carrying a wash cloth, towel, a plastic baggy with makeup stuff, dress slippers and a white bridal veil. I was on my bare feet in the middle of the kitchen. My clothes made a pile on the floor. In the few minutes she had been gone I realized this was not one of those cases of me being a devilish kid, which I was known for and usually got away with. This was serious. I really didn't have a choice. I was going to obey and I knew it. This was Family with a capital "F", and it seemed I was ingrained. 

Mom gave me a motherly smile.

"Good girl, " she said. "We don't have time for a proper bath. We'll just scrub you up a bit." 

She wet the wash cloth at the sink, then did my face and ears, my boobs, my cunt, my bottom and thighs, and dried me with the towel. I hoped my cunt wasn't showing any signs of recent activity. Then she shocked me by undertaking some activity herself.

"So pretty," she sighed and put a finger in my slit. She sluiced it up and down, not going in my hole but that was plenty. I gasped. "Mom!"

She laughed. "All right."

She said, "Do you know you and I have the same pussy hair?" She meant a blonde tuft at the top and sparse borders of silky strands along the slit which she brushed now with her forefinger to spruce them up and make them look nice for my wedding.

"I've seen you, Mom, like when you're putting on a swimsuit."

She grinned. "You'll be seeing me more often from now on. Your Uncle Dave will be thrilled." 

"Why will he be thrilled?"

"He always talks about my pussy hair."

"I can't believe Dad really doesn't' mind."

"He's learned to live with it. The compensation is more than ample, Elle."

I started to cry again, not because of her. "I wish Daddy wouldn't screw me."

"Sadly, so does he."

Well, maybe he won't, I thought to myself but I didn't say it. Mom put on my lipstick, which was very bright red, rouge and eye shadow. She brushed my hair. She helped me step into the white slippers that had little jewels on them and then she put on the bridal veil. It was a beautiful veil, falling all the way to my bare bottom. Along with the slippers it was all I had on. Mom took me by the hand and we went to the basement door and down the stairs. Aunt Meg was sitting on the bottom chair, waiting. When she saw us, she got up and announced our arrival and two seconds later music came one, a flute and violin recording of Paschelbel's's Canon. 

Daddy was there when I stepped into the room. Mom had told me what to expect but it was stunning just the same. The men were dressed alike, in formal white shirts cut short and tucked into purple cumberbuns around their stomachs, black bow ties, black socks, black shoes, and that was it. A quick glance told me that maybe half of them had erections. Daddy was in the half that didn't, thank goodness. The women were dressed like Mom, in nice dresses, the kind you would see at a normal wedding. There was a skinny red carpet down the center of the room, ending at a wood lectern that had book on it. People would be standing for my wedding because all the furniture was by the walls except for an Ottoman in red velvet I didn't remember seeing there before, all by itself in the center of the room just off the carpet I would be walking on in Daddy's arm.

"Hello, sweetheart, you look lovely," Daddy said. 

"Hi, Daddy. I do?"

He leaned and whispered in my ear. "I'm going to take you to the alter, so to speak. Aunt Mary is doing the service. Just stand and be quiet, and she will tell you what to do."

I was afraid to ask him if he was going to fuck me. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I felt like I was in a dream. The sounds in the room were those of the music and hushed talking. The talking ceased. My relatives were standing, watching, waiting, the way you do at weddings when the bride comes down the isle. Then Daddy took my arm and that's what we were doing. I looked straight ahead as we walked in slow motion. Some one turned up the music, then silenced it in the middle of a bar when we got there. Daddy winced at the jarring end to the music, kissed me on the cheek and stepped back.

"Hello, Elleann. Congratulations to you, honey," Aunt Mary said, smiling warmly. She was behind the lectern. I saw that the big book was in an old leather binding but it wasn't a bible. Next to it, however, was a small black leather book that was a Bible. Aunt Mary nodded at the big book. "Your name is about to be entered in the Family's honored list of names, my dear."

She raised her voice. With the music off, the room had grown quiet. "We are here today to receive into marriage to our Family our dear daughter and friend, Elleann Blake, age eighteen, a delight to all who know her and who, in a few minutes, will be known a bit better to those of you wearing bow ties." Polite chuckles from the audience. "Elleann, put your right hand on this holy book."

I couldn't believe I was going to be swearing on a bible, but that's what it was, though only The Old Testament. They were leaving Jesus out of it anyway!

"Elleann Blake, do you hereby promise and aver that you shall be a loyal and faithful member of the Blake Incest Family, hereinafter referred to simply as Family, as described and delineated in the Family Book of Names that you see here before you, that from this day forward, you shall abide by all Family rules and observe all Family customs, that you shall endeavor always to be friendly and hospitable in the company of Family members, that you shall never reveal to any person or entity any information whatsoever about or concerning the Family, even to acknowledge our existence, and that you shall endeavor always to be a generous and cheerful giver of the glorious gift of sex to Family members, without regard to age or gender. If you make all these promises and averments of your own free will, say ,'I do', honey."

Was she kidding? I wanted to run, like Julia Roberts in Runaway Bride, and she wasn't marrying an insane asylum.

"Aunt Mary, how can you say of my own free will?," I whispered.

"This is not a discussion, Elleann," she said in the same loud voice. "Do you so promise and aver?"

Behind me the room was quiet as...a church. 

I raised my right arm. "I do." 

My nipples sprang to life. Aunt Mary saw it and almost laughed.

"Oh, my!...All right, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce Elleann Blake wedded to the Family."

She came around the lectern and gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. "Congratulations, Elle." Then she whispered in my ear, "The excitement in this room is like a powder keg," and she apparently had some of it herself because the hand that wasn't around my waist gave my boobs a quick feel before she let me go and said, "Turn around, honey, and let folks see their new bride."

I turned. People cheered and smiled and made me embarrassed. Facing me were fourteen cocks and the men I had always known that went with them, some of the men being almost like father figures to me, uncles and Mr. Johnson, as well as my actual father. Facing them was one pussy with its blonde tuft at the top and silky strands at the sides and nervous, eighteen year old girl that went with it in her silver slippers and bridal veil. I hardly saw the women at all. My cousins Roberta and AnneMarie appeared and began rolling up the carpet.

Because I couldn't help it I was noticing that the percentage of erections had increased since I last looked, though Daddy was still being a good Daddy, when Aunt Mary said my name, and I turned back with relief. Behind her Mrs. Johnson and Cousin Linda put down a small table covered with a white linen table cloth. Aunt Beth was with them, holding a crystal bowl that she put on the table. The bowl contained a bunch of things that looked like poker chips. The ladies smiled at me and left. 

I knew what was coming. Mom had told me the basic idea. It was time for specifics. 

"Are we ready, ladies and gentlemen, particularly gentlemen!?," Aunt Mary called out, like it was a baseball game, and the crowd laughed and shouted, "READY!"

"It's one of our little customs to do that, honey," she whispered. Then her face hardened. She raised her voice, "The reception is alway the fun part of a wedding and your reception, Elleann, should be wonderful fun for you and all concerned but it will be more than that because your reception will be combined with the sacred function of your wedding night. Will Elleann's grooms please come forward."

The men came and spread out in a row in front of me and behind Aunt Mary and the table. Daddy was in the row. 

"In the bowl you see there, Elleann, are thirteen discs with numbers on them to determine the order in which the men who draw the discs will fuck you." My heart did a happy little leap. Thirteen!, she said, not fourteen. Maybe Daddy wouldn't do me after all! But then, why was he with the grooms?

"Each of these thirteen men is allowed three full strokes in the fuckhole God intended in Elleann, not the other one. Three. That, is in and out, in and out, in and out. The gentlemen are well acquainted with the rule and we have every confidence they will make good faith efforts to comply." This rule didn't sound to me like it was exactly iron clad.

"The fourteenth disc does not have a number on it, but the name, "Elleann", and the lucky man who draws this disc will complete the husbandly duty of the wedding night by fucking our bride to his full satisfaction and, hopefully, hers." There went my hopeful leap. I gave Daddy a cross look but I wasn't cross, I was scared. He smiled at me. He was hard now. They all were. 

Aunt Mary picked up the bowl and handed it to me. "Start at an end of the line, and present the bowl to each man. Do not speak. Your grooms will not speak either, they will be doing their speaking as it were on your bridal bed. Just hold up the bowl. After the man takes a disc, go to the next man." 

I took the bowl and went to my left. Uncle Harry, a fat, jolly type of guy and one of my favorite uncles, was at the end of the line there and he probably was why I picked that end. Uncle Harry was older, like over fifty, but he had never been married because he got all the sex he needed "from my sisters and my cousins and my aunts", he told me after my "wedding night" was over and we were having almost a normal kind of party, and he a had song about it based on Gilbert and Sullivan that made me laugh. Anyway, without looking at me, he reached in and pulled out a disc. Then he rubbed it. That's how the numbers and my name would show up. You had to rub the discs. 

Uncle Harry made a frown and I side-stepped to the next man, my second cousin Ted who is only three years older than me and probably one of the family members I care for the least. I don't like calling him a "man", I'd rather say "guy"; "jerk" would be even better, but I am being respectful like I was then. I try to like everyone in the family but it isn't always easy and Ted is an example of it being difficult. He is rude and kind of stupid. I never saw him or his parents very often. His father, Elwin, was standing next to him, and he is a little nicer than Dave but not much. Anyway I held up the bowl for Ted and he took a disc and rubbed it and shrugged in a way that made me think he wasn't the one either who was going to totally fuck me, and I was glad, except that meant that the odds of Daddy being the one had just gotten bigger.

The one was Mr. Johnson. He was next to Daddy, the tenth in line. He beamed when he saw what his disc said. Then he looked at me and pointed at his cock. Mr. Johnson was very ready and he had something big to be ready with. I blushed when I looked at it and then I felt Daddy's eyes, watching me look at a man's cock that was going to fuck me and cum in me. I got weak in my knees from the embarrassment.

I took a breath and presented the bowl to Daddy. He picked a disc and looked at me. I could tell he wanted to look me over. I lowered the bowl so it didn't block his view of my tits, and Daddy looked there and other places. My uncles and cousins and Mr. Johnson had been doing the same thing. Most of them had seen me in my bikinis at the pool at Aunt Meg's estate where we have an extended family (non-incest as far as I knew) summer get together every year and this was a chance for them to have a close up look at the rest of me, and my chance to see how I felt about each of them. My nipples are like my antenna. Sometimes with sexual matters I will say to myself, "no way I am doing that" and then my nipples will say, "what's the problem, it sounds great to us." So I had been hearing what my nipples had to say about the men ogling me and they liked some of them and didn't say anything positive about others. Daddy they liked a lot, which was disconcerting. Anyway, after like thirty seconds of looking at me, Daddy winked and rubbed his disc. He laughed and showed it. Thirteen. My own Daddy had to be last before I got cleaned up for Mr. Johnson. I don't know, it didn't seem right that if Daddy could only have one of the itsy bitsy fucks with his daughter, he should also have to wait and be last. I gave him an encouraging smile to make him feel better. My attitude was beginning to change. I was still against him fucking me in spite of what my darn nipples said, just not as much as I had been.

Grandpa was at the end of the line but he got a good number. Two. He laughed and showed his number to Daddy and me and pounded Daddy on the back. He had already fucked me once, which Daddy knew, and now he was rubbing it in that he would be going almost first while Daddy would be last. I wanted to gve him a piece of mind. I couldn't say anything, however, so I turned around to stop Grandpa from looking at me the way he had been. I don't know what Daddy thought about that since he had been looking himself. So I was just as happy to hear Aunt Mary start to make another announcement.

'Grooms, you will now proceed to the wedding bed area and form a line according to your numbers."

The bridal bed as I had suspected was the red velvet Ottoman I had passed on my way down the isle. It was all by itself in the center of the room, and now the fourteen pantless men lined themselves up there. I knew Daddy's and Granpa's numbers, and that Mr. Johnson had drawn my name, but all the others were surprises and first surprise was Uncle Dave, who liked Mom's blonde pussy hair so much. He watched me and I watched him as my mother led me from the altar. 

Mom was ushering me to my wedding bed. We made a little procession of it. The music was back on, a classical piano piece by Mozart or somebody. It was nice I guess but it wasn't what I would have picked. When we got to the Ottoman, Mom whispered for me to lie on my tummy, placing my knees on the floor. She bent behind me and pushed my legs apart. Looking straight ahead, my chin burrowed in the cushion, I saw Roberta and AnnMarie carefully lugging a mirror. The mirror was like three feet wide and six feet high in a white frame decorated all over with pink and red paper roses. The girls planted the mirror on the floor a few feet in front of me and released a stand on the back that propped it up, slightly tipped. I saw myself and I saw the edge of the line of men behind me and soon I would be seeing, I knew, if I looked, the faces of my grooms mating me, and they would be able to see my face. Phew.

"I believe we are about ready to commence the wedding night," Aunt Mary announced. 

Chapter 4 - Consummated and How!

Will the mother of the bride please attend and report!," Aunt Mary said in her loud voice.

Mom leaned over me and whispered, "I'm going to fingerfuck you. Don't fight me."

"Oh, geez!," I said and then just, "Oh!", as she started doing what she said. All she had to do, I found out later, was make sure my you know what was ready to be gang banged, so to speak, and tell that to everyone, which is what "attend and report" meant, and I already knew I was ready as a girl could be but apparently Mom wanted to be absolutely sure. I tried to stay still and not moan my head off. Finally, she stopped and said I was all set.

Uncle Dave took Mom's place in the mirror. Our images smiled at each other. We didn't say anything. Uncle Dave put his hands on my hips and pulled me toward him while he pushed toward me. In he went, totally in it felt like, hard and bossy! He was fast going in and very slow backing out, like he was trying tantalize me or tantalize him, and then, whamo! He did it like that a third time and he was finished...for the time being.




Our Family Sex Club Pt. 02



"Thanks, kiddo, you're a good fuck," he said, and in the mirror I watched him go, not caring all that much for his compliment, then deciding I liked it just fine. What did I expect, "Oh, Elle, you are such a nice person"? I didn't really see how giving a bossy guy only three of what I had given him could qualify me for being "a good fuck", but I was glad he had that opinion of me, unless he was just being polite.

Anyway, while I was thinking about this, Grandpa showed up in the mirror. He was grinning and lifting up his dick for me to see. I gave him a pouty frown. I was still mad at him for the way he put down Daddy. I had gasped and wiggled my bottom with Uncle Dave but I wasn't about to do that for Grandpa, especially when I remembered how much he liked it the time I squirmed for him at our chess game.

Grandpa took hold of my hips like Uncle Dave had done, and gave me what he has for a boss man, which can be pretty bossy to be honest. He moved it around inside me without pulling back at all, just doing it sideways, which didn't count for any ins and outs but certainly was fucking a person. I made myself keep still, the same as I did for my mother's finger, and I never looked at Grandpa even once. I lifted my chin and gazed off into space the whole short time he was doing it, acting like I was thinking about something else entirely. When he got off me, I head him say, "Humph".

I guess Grandpa didn't think I was a very good fuck. Too bad.

My third groom was my cousin Peter. I haven't mentioned him yet. I was sort of saving Peter. I like him. He's one of my favorite relatives. He's about five years older than me. He has a good sense of humor and knows all kinds of things because he's super smart. He's also nice and we always got along great. He was like the last person you would expect to find in a family sex club but there he was, the next guy in the mirror.

"Hmmm, hello, Peter," I said.

"Hi, Elle, you hot thing."

"You never called me that before, Peter," I said, wiggling my bottom at him. I had been embarrassed for two seconds and now I was dying for him to fuck me. 

He got the message if he even needed a message. He turned me over. He pushed me across the cushion until my head and shoulders were hanging over the other side and the part of me he wanted was where he wanted it.

"You don't mind if I fuck you like this, do you?," he said. His voice was tight, then it got quavery. "You fucking cunt."

I shook my head, the ends of my hair dragging on the floor. I couldn't see much except the ceiling. "I don't mind, Peter." And I didn't mind. I just wanted him to do it.

It's not like Peter to talk dirty to a girl, even when he's getting ready to fuck her I don't think. He was crazy with excitement was the reason. The excitement was in his voice and in his face which I saw when I braced my hands on the floor and lifted myself to see him a second before he began with me. Peter is well endowed and he totally went to town with his big endowment, doing five or six in and outs faster than Uncle Dave had done even one. Then Peter suddenly stopped, and you saw the pain in his face. He had gone over the limit of three and he remembered and he was upset to put it mildly. He was right at the edge but he couldn't go over the edge and do what Mother Nature wanted him to do because of a stupid rule. Most guys in his situation would have said to heck with the rule, but Peter is not that way, and now he was suffering. I felt bad for him. I thought, what was the big problem if the guy needed a girl only a few more seconds.

I hooked my right leg around him. Our eyes met, and Peter got his few more seconds, and so did I.

We had a short intermission after that while Mom and my Aunt Meg cleaned me up. Aunt Meg spanked me for letting my "slutty urges" encourage Peter to break the rule, but she was only kidding with me, and after I was sponged and dried with a towel Mom fingerfucked me a little to make sure I was still ready down there, and I was. While they waited, some of the men argued with Aunt Mary, saying they should get the same privilege that Peter got but they finally agreed to stick with the limit of three ins and outs since it was a rule in the by laws and you couldn't change it. However, you could break it, and the men mostly did but not what you would call breaking it a lot. Instead of three, the average number of ins and outs I would say was like six or seven, maybe eight, which was pretty good behavior when you think about it and none of them had a Mother Nature moment like Peter had. I'm giving a kind of summary here because I want to get to Daddy's turn.

Okay, so it's now like half an hour later and thirteen men in my family have had turns with me. I'm half out of my mind from the embarrassment as much as the sex, and I open my eyes to see who's next and it's Daddy's face in the mirror, and his naked body. And his hard cock.

"Turn yourself over, sweetheart."

I turned myself over. I could hardly breathe. He was standing and I was lying but because the Ottoman was pretty high he wasn't towering over me even though he's six feet tall. I closed the distance a little further by propping myself on my elbows. Daddy was looking at my boobs.

"Nice tits. Considerate of you to have nice tits to show your Daddy and make him hard."

I didn't say anything.

"You know when you come down for breakfast in the morning every so often and I'm still there, at the table reading the paper or whatever, and you tell me good morning and kiss my cheek?"

"Yes."

"From now on I want you to take your top off before you kiss me and let me see your tits. All right?"

"Okay. Even if Mom is there?," I whispered.

He grinned. "Even then. Now, I need a pet name for you for The Book of Names. The usual choices would be "Daddy's Whore", "Daddy's Slut", and "Daddy's Fuck Toy." Any preference?"

"Hmmmm," I said. Daddy certainly was taking his time, and I thought I knew why. It wasn't too late for us to stop. If we stopped now, I might be able to keep things sort of the way they were with him if not with the rest of the family, but the second Daddy put his cock in me that would be over and things between us would be changed forever. I felt like I was going to cry again but I surprised myself by giggling.

"Can I ask my nipples what they think?"

"By all means. Run it by them."

He made me laugh the way he said it. His cock looked very needy, besides being incredibly handsome, I noticed. "Hmmmmm. Well, I asked them and they said they like 'Daddy's Whore' the best," which as a matter of fact they did.

"'Daddy's Whore', you are then. Um, I switched with Ernie Johnson, sweetheart. Typically, the father fucks the bride at the reception, during their dance, but Ernie agreed to switch off, so he'll get the dance with you and I have his turn now."

"Oh!"

We looked at each other, not speaking, for like a minute. Last chance, I thought to myself. Probably there was nothing I could really do at this point to reverse the situation but at least I could know I tried. If only Daddy wasn't so Daddy with his great face with its way of being stern and kind at the same time, and his strong shoulders and arms, and his tight, muscular stomach, and his big needful cock and it had to be me that the need was about, and if only I wasn't already thinking about coming down to breakfast in one of my tops and finding Daddy there at the kitchen table with his newspaper, waiting for me, with Mom at the sink doing dishes and being jealous, and if only I hadn't been driven crazy by all those men, my own relatives, with their dumb quotas of ins and outs that made you gasp but that was the extent of it. I'm sorry but the "if onlys" were just too darn strong.

I batted my eyes at Daddy. I strummed my nipples with my forefingers like I was playing a tune for him and I said in the little girl's voice I like to use when I want him to give me something,

"Oh gosh, Daddy, aren't you ever going to fuck me?!"

And that's when he did.



Our Family Sex Club Pt. 03



Chapter 3 - Daisy Mae

The morning after my wedding I woke up with a sore you know what and the feeling that I was like a time traveler who had been transported to someplace strange and exotic. I felt excited and a little surprised that I wasn't unhappy over my life being turned upside down, not even embarrassed out of mind that my whole family had fucked me. I'm using the word "fuck" in a broad sense to include what the women did at the reception when they had their turns. Mom went first, during the "Mother of the bride toast".

"Well, we'll see about that," I said to myself about not being unhappy, and I got out of bed, did the bathroom thing, and went downstairs for breakfast. Usually I put clothes on for that but since I was now a sex person I guessed it wouldn't be inappropriate to show up only in panties and a pink jersey with a picture of a Teddy bear that had a wide face with a drooling mouth and eyes where your nipples poked out. It was one of my wedding presents and I had slept in it.

My parents and grandparents were in the kitchen, and it was obvious they had been waiting for me. I honestly didn't feel like having more sex right then, not another drop, and I kicked myself for wearing what I was wearing. I needn't have been concerned.

"Sit down, Elle. We need to explain a few things," Mom said.

Well, basically the explanation was that my life was back to normal, sort of, sort of. Our family has six orgies a year plus special events like my wedding, and I would be required to go to those and have sex like mad at them in accordance with my wedding vows, but otherwise I could be my own boss where sex was concerned provided I always let at least one of my parents know before I had sex with any of our other relatives and that I would be careful about keeping my incest private.

As far as our house was concerned, I should try not to be a slut. Those weren't my mother's exact words but that was the idea. She did all the talking. My grandparents and Daddy looked like they had been lectured to before I got there, and I'm pretty sure they had been, and it was all because my mother was worried about me and Daddy. That worry might have been in the back of her mind where it wouldn't bother her too much once they decided to bring me into their sex club but now the worry was in the front of her mind because she had found out at the wedding that my cousin, Mary Jane, who is 20, was sharing the bedroom with my uncle Henry, her father, while her mother, my aunt June, had been kicked out and was sleeping in the guest room. Mom wasn't going to let that happen to her if she could help it.

Well, I didn't plan on trying to replace her with Daddy anyway. I wasn't that mean a person....yet. Plus, I wouldn't have many chances to try stealing Daddy away from her even if I wanted to because he is away a lot on his business trips. He was even going on one that afternoon and we wouldn't see him again for another week. As for my grandparents, they would be moving out and into an apartment in a couple of days to prevent Grandpa from continuing to be a bad influence on me. Anyway, that's how I interpreted Grandpa and Grandma having to leave and, sure enough, they were gone by the end of the week. So it was just Mom and me most of the time and for a while things really did settle down. I was still in school for the last month until I graduated and there was lots of stuff to do about that, including finals and especially including the Senior Costume Dance which is what the next part of my story will be about.

The Senior Costume Dance was different from the Senior Ball. It was a tradition at our school. Kids dressed up for the dance as historical figures. If you had a history course, like I did, you came to school in your costume one day during the week before the dance and gave a talk in your history class about the character you were being, and that was part of your grade for the course. The characters who got picked could be real life characters or fictional characters as long there was something historical about them. The boys naturally had lots more good choices than the girls had.

Mom suggested I be Eleanor Roosevelt or Queen Victoria or Clara Barton who was a famous war nurse but I decided to be Daisy Mae. She was Grandma's suggestion. I had never heard of Daisy Mae who was a comic strip character and a real sexy one way back when Grandma was growing up. Grandpa has a comic book collection and Daisy Mae was in some of the comic books that Grandma showed me. Daisy Mae was like a pioneer in the sexual revolution that happened during her years on her comic strip, Grandma informed me. The sexual revolution was when young people started having sex without worrying about it so much, like kids do today. Before then everyone worried about it all the time. Daisy Mae didn't have any actual sex because you couldn't put that in a comic strip. She was a symbol of sex, being what you would call a "total piece of ass." I could see why Daisy Mae, and what she represented, was important in our American history.

I just loved the costume! Daisy Mae wore a tiny tight skirt that had been a longer skirt but had been cut short with scissors and because of that it was jagged at the hem; also it barely covered her panties. The part of her outfit I liked best, however, was her top which was this polka dot off shoulder, sleeveless blouse that had a scooped neck for showing off Daisy Mae's tits. Daisy Mae was blonde like me and she had a great body and great legs. Grandma said I had the right looks for being Daisy Mae and that it would be a shame to be Eleanor Roosevelt when I could be a Daisy Mae for everyone to enjoy and think about fucking if they wanted to think about me that way. I had to agree with her.

So Grandma made me a Daisy Mae outfit on her sewing machine. I looked pretty sexy in it if I do say so. Grandma thought so also. So did the guys in this pickup truck who came along the first time I went outdoors wearing it. I was giving my costume a tryout to see how I felt going out in public in it. The skirt was navy blue and beneath it I had on pink panties you could almost see and if you did happen to see them because of a breeze blowing my skirt up, or whatever, I felt the pink color would go good with the navy blue. My blouse was white with big red polka dots. My tits are not as big as Daisy Mae's tits but they're nice, people like them. My hair was brushed down like Daisy Mae wore hers and it is blond like hers, like I said, only not as light blonde, I don't think. I had on lipstick to be as sexy looking as I could, like Daisy Mae always was.

Anyway, I had been out walking down the sidewalk for like thirty seconds when the pickup truck came by and slowed down to the same speed I was walking and the guy in the passenger seat hollered out the window for me to get in so they could give me a ride. I said no thanks and kept walking. The guy asked me again and I said no again. He asked me a third time. I was starting to get mad and I told him I knew what kind of a ride they wanted to give me. Then he called me a "bitch" and told me I was "asking for it" the way I was dressed and that he was "in a mind" to give it to me. Then the truck stopped and the guy got out. Before I could get away, he grabbed my arm and just then this car pulled up behind the truck and beeped its horn, and guess who got out of the car?

Grandpa. He was with four guys from his bowling team. They were on the way to the bowling alley when they saw me. Grandpa knew right away it was me because Grandma had told him about my Daisy Mae costume. Anyway, I guess the pickup truck guy decided he and his pal better get out of there because that's what they did. The truck zoomed off.

"Wow, thanks Grandpa," I said. "You guys probably saved me."

The other four old guys in the car were peering out the windows at me. I could tell they thought I was cute. Two of them got out of the car and came up beside Grandpa, who introduced them to me. Their names were Martin and Jeff. The others guys still in the car were Joe and Anthony. We waved to each other. Well, Martin and Jeff and Grandpa talked about me being Daisy Mae, saying what a treat it was to see a young person like myself bringing back the past this way, and that made me start getting big ideas like I often do, unfortunately, especially because of how I was reminding them of the days of their youths at the beginning of the sexual revolution, days that were now ancient history for them, which they must have been sad about, and also being grateful to them for probably saving me from being raped, and right in the middle of one of their nice comments about me I blurted,

"Grandpa, do you guys want to fuck me?"

The answer to my question was yes.

So instead of going to the bowling alley, the car turned around with me in it. Grandpa drove us to the nature park. On the way there, I sat in the back seat between Martin and Anthony. The other guys were in the front seat with Grandpa.

"Daisy Mae, would it be all right if we had a little hanky panky on the way?," Martin said.

He was very sweet and polite the way he said it so I said, "yes, that would be all right, Martin". Then Martin lifted up my skirt and put one of his old wrinkled hands between my legs. I wondered what Anthony was going to do. Anthony watched is all. Jeff and Joe in the front seat turned around and they watched too.

"Oh these are such nice panties, Daisy Mae. We wouldn't them to get all wrinkled or anything now would we?," Martin said.

"Oh, no, Martin, I wouldn't want my panties to get all wrinkled," I said. 

I lifted up and Martin pulled my panties down my legs. I kicked off my sandals and then Martin took my panties all the way off. He folded them and put them on a kind of shelf the car had behind the back seat. It was an old car, I don't know what kind. The guys looked at my cunt and I looked at them, feeling warm and sexy. I was happy to be pleasing them after how nice they had been to me but also because it seemed like going back in time for Daisy Mae and the sexual revolution so there was a historical perspective to consider.

Joe coughed and said, "Um, Martin, do you suppose that while Daisy Mae is showing us her beautiful vagina she would be agreeable to raising her blouse so we might see her breasts?"

This guy was even more polite than Martin. "I can answer that, Joe," I said. "Daisy Mae will pull up her blouse, no problem, and if you want you can say tits instead of breasts and you can say cunt instead of vagina. Daisy Mae wouldn't mind if you used naughty words. She likes naughty words herself."

The guys all laughed, Grandpa, too, and while they did, I pulled up my blouse.

"Mmmmm," Joe said. "I think Daisy Mae is hot little piece of ass who feels like getting her brains fucked out and is going to!"

"Oh, Joe, I guess you got the message," I laughed.

"Joe got both messages, honey," he said back at me. He meant the message about talking naughty plus the one I was giving them by pulling up my blouse and showing them my cunt.

As we approached the park I got my outfit back doing its job except for the panties which I decided to forget about until afterward. I left them on that shelf. We turned in at the entrance drive and Grandpa stopped and paid the guy at the booth who have us a look. We sat there quiet as mice, looking straight ahead. The guy took his time while I wondered what was going through his mind about us but then the gate opened and in we went. There were a bunch of drives to different small parking areas in the forward sections of the park which for the most part is a big nature preserve. We drove to one of the lots and parked. Only a couple of other cars were in sight and no people. Grandpa had beach stuff in the trunk, a blanket and a couple of beach towels, and the guys took those and we trooped to a path at the back of the parking lot which we followed a little ways through a swampy woods, then some regular woods and finally to a small field where Grandpa said we would stop. No one was around and the only sounds you heard were birds. By this time I was very nervous and upset over what I had gotten myself into. Martin and Anthony seemed nervous like me. Joe and Jeff and Grandpa, however, were raring to go according to the looks they kept giving me and the bulges you saw in their pants.

The guys spread out the blanket and put the towels right next to it.

"Take 'em off, Elle," Grandpa said.

"Grandpa, you mean take 'em off, Daisy Mae," I corrected him.

He grinned. "You mean, Mister, take 'em off Daisy Mae," he corrected me.

I laughed because he was right. If I wasn't being Elle, he didn't have to be Grandpa. I said it again, the way he told me to. 

"You guys go first," I said.

They agreed. Off came all their pants and shoes and underpants, also shirts, everything except their undershirts. They sat down, five old guys in a row with their cocks sticking up and none of them having a problem in that department. I got more nervous than before seeing all those cocks lined up for me. Grandpa was at one end of the row and he waved me to the other end. Since these guys were his buddies he would let them fuck his granddaughter first.

It was my turn to undress. "I don't want to get my costume dirty so I think I will take everything off if that's okay," I said. They said it was okay.

I stripped and folded my blouse and skirt and put them on the back of the blanket, then I stood in front of the guys for like a minute while they stared letting their cocks get ready for me. Now that my big moment was here my nervousness went away, like you hear about it doing for actresses when the curtain finally opens and they go out on the stage to speak their first lines of the play.

"Come here, sugar," Joe ordered. He was the first guy in the lap line.

I smiled at him. I like it when a guy orders me to do something I already am planning to do. And these five guys were all nice and very cute for being so old. I was also impressed by the hard cocks, and pretty big ones, they had for guys their ages.

"Okay, Joe," I said. I straddled him on my knees and took his cock in my hand. I was facing him so he could see my tits if he wanted while he fucked me. I planned on having them all fuck me like that, so they could see my tits I mean. My cunt tingled and itched. I was as ready for what we were about to do as they were. I pointed Joe's cock at me and unfolded my legs so that when I settled on Joe's lap his cock went in me all the way and his scraggly hair down there was mashing against my silky blond strands.

"Oh gosh," I said.

Joe put his hands on my lips and lifted me. He let me down and lifted me again. I began helping him with that. I moved up and down on him the way he wanted and the way I wanted. My tits

bobbed in front of his face and while he fucked me he pulled me closer and sucked my nipples part of the time, one, then the other. I heard myself ooooing and oohhhing and I was conscious of the other guys, including Grandpa, watching me get fucked, and that made it even better, even hotter. Pretty soon I had an orgasm, my first one of a bunch of them I would be having with these "senior citizens". Joe had his orgasm right after mine, a hot explosion when I was riding him the way those pickup guys had wanted me to ride them. Knowing it was Joe I was riding instead of those guys made me happy. Of course the orgasm made me happy, too.

I finally rolled off Joe and lay on my back at the front of the blanket panting away. The guys brought up their knees to make room for me. While I was getting my breath back along with my brains, Grandpa cleaned me up with one of the towels. Then he went back with it and sat on it, and I got myself together for the next guy who was Anthony. 

I smiled at him. "Hi Anthony.'

"Hi Daisy Mae."

Anthony had the biggest dick of the group. Before my incest wedding and the huge number of cocks I had become acquainted with at that event I would have worried about the size of Anthony's dick. I wasn't worried now. The bigger the better, up to a point anyway, was how I was getting to see things, and Anthony got me excited.

He held me with his strong arms and fucked me hard and after him Martin fucked me and after him Jeff fucked me and they all did a good job, exactly what a girl would hope for, giving me orgasms over and over as well as excellent fillings of their cum. I had a great time, until I got to Grandpa, that is.

"Get me goin with that hot mouth," Grandpa said.

"Hmmm, Grandpa, I mean hmmm, Mister, I can see you are ready right now."

"Suck it, Daisy Mae. Don't argue," he said, in kind of a mean tone.

He was only teasing me, I thought, so I said okay and I knelt in front of him and dipped my head and his cock went in my mouth. My head bobbed instead of my tits bobbing for a change. I wondered if Grandpa was going to cum in my mouth, instead of fucking me. I wouldn't mind if he did. I would even show him and the other guys what a good swallower I am. But Grandpa stopped me.

"Turn around. I'm going fuck you in your other fuck hole," he said.

I wiped my mouth and told him no, I was sorry but I didn't want to be fucked there and that he even knew that about me.

Grandpa said he was sorry himself, but he was going to fuck me there whether I liked it or not so I might as well get used to the idea.

"And don't tell me you don't like it, Elle. I saw what happened at the wedding. Turn yourself over."

He meant at the reception when I was having sex right and left. Everyone was, but especially me, it seemed. Sometimes I was having sex with two or three people at once. It put me into a kind of daze. I couldn't remember everything that happened. I think I might have passed out a couple of times it was so overwhelming. I remembered having tingling sensations that could only be explained by what Grandpa was saying but I refused to believe him when I said I liked being fucked there. I didn't like the idea one bit.

I put my chin up and I wrapped my arms around myself, not letting them see my boobs any longer if they still wanted to, and told Grandpa I would not turn myself over and also that I was disappointed in his behavior. But Grandpa was mad at me or he was pretending tgat he was as his excuse. He told me in a cross voice that it was my fault he and Grandma had to move out into a crummy apartment and after he said it he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me. I landed on my back, half in the dry grass. The next thing I knew the other guys were helping Grandpa. I couldn't tell whose hands were whose. I got turned over, with my face in the grass, and then Grandpa was on top of me while the other guys held me for him, and Grandpa did what he wanted.

I don't even want to talk about it. However, if I'm going to be honest in making my report I have to say that Grandpa and the other guys told me after it was over that I yelled and kicked at first and then I didn't and then I moaned like it was great and had a nice time the rest of the way though they weren't sure if I had an orgasm. I'm sure I didn't! However, I don't actually remember what happened so I can't deny I made it appear to them that it wasn't that bad, and it makes me wonder if I have problem with my brain. Twice, apparently, I have been screwed in my bottom and both times my memory decided it was time for a vacation.

Anyway, I didn't admit what they claimed, and I refused to talk them. Martin suggested hanging around to see if they could get their hardons back and have another round with me. I shook my head no. The other guys also said no, agreeing with Jeff who said it was no use unless they wanted to a wait a week, so we got dressed and went back to the car. I gave them the silent treatment on the way home. As far as I was concerned they weren't any better than the guys in the pickup truck. They were worse in fact because they had actually forced me and it was too bad because until then I had been enjoying being a young girl for them.




Our Family Sex Club Pt. 03



"Come on, sugar, don't be like this," Joe said to me right near the end of the ride, about the fifth time one of them had tried to patch things up. He was sitting next to me in the back seat. Martin was on my other side. By then my being mad at them wasn't working as good.

"No," I said, grumpily.

Joe put his hand on my knee. I was Daisy Mae again, of course with my panties back on. I looked at Joe's hand. It didn't belong on my knee.

"We shouldn't have done that. We got carried away," Martin said, softly. He put his hand on my other knee. The car turned the corner onto my street.

It was like I had a dam inside me holding back my happy side and all of a sudden the dam broke, and I felt myself almost grin. I held back the grin and said, seriously, "Okay, as long as you apologize."

They all did, Grandpa too. I gave them kisses on their cheeks, then Daisy Mae swished up the sidewalk to her house.

           (to be continued)



Our Family Sex Club Pt. 04



Chapter 4 - Daddy Again

Mom gave me a dirty look when I came inside. It was the special kind of dirty look she reserves for when she is going to give me a lecture. I wondered for a second if she knew about Grandpa and his buddies having sex with me at the park and I had broken one of their dumb incest rules, but of course there was no way she would know yet about that. It was about my Daisy Mae costume and it was about wearing it around Daddy who had just got home from his business trip, only she tried to dignify her objection.

"What is the matter with you picking a comic strip character for your history class?"

That was her opening. I won't bother you with her middle because it was totally predictable, and I didn't make a very good argument for my side of the question except for pointing out the clothes weren't for a class but a costume dance. She ended by saying, 

"I don't need to be reminded of your bad judgment. So please do not wear that outfit around the house."

"Don't you mean, don't wear it around Daddy?" I was mad at her.

Her eyes blazed. "Do not take that attitude with me. Who do you think you are? And yes, your father doesn't need to be reminded he has a slut for a daughter."

Not needing to be reminded, it seemed, was a new favorite phrase. She retracted it. The blaze went away and her eyes got misty, and she hugged me.

"I'm sorry. That's not fair. You're not that at all. You're a sweet, carefree girl, Elle, and you have a good heart."

"Plus a hot you know what," I grinned. The hug was pressing her boobs against mine and we were both conscious of it.

"Well, you can't help what the Lord gave you. But do be careful, please." She was looking at our touching tits. Hers are bigger than mine, and beautiful if you like big tits. Her top was a woman's version of a man's short sleeve shirt, with a collar and buttons down the front and the top three buttons were open. She twisted a little, making her tits rub against mine.

"Be careful about not wearing my outfit?" I twisted a little, making my tits rub against hers.

"Yes. Not in the house." She hooked a finger into my scooped blouse and pulled. You could see the tops of my tits.

"Okay, I promise," I said. I pushed my hand across one of her tits to the fourth button on her shirt. I opened it.

"Mmmmm, you shouldn't do that," she said the way you tell someone to keep doing it.

"We slut daughters can't help ourselves," I said, softly.

"I know. I used to be one," she smiled, and kissed me.

We did more things than kissing and pretty soon my panties were off, which is a habit of theirs, and that's when the fun ended. I hadn't cleaned up very good in the woods and she noticed.

"Your grandfather!?," she said, crossly.

I didn't say anything. 

"That was his bowling team in the car."

I didn't say anything.

"Oh, good God," she groaned, and got off the couch where I was sort of spread out with the guilty evidence on display.

Well, after that she was worse than ever. She hardly talked to me. Whenever Daddy and I were both around she watched me like a hawk. And she watched him. I'm pretty sure she had talked to him about me because Daddy kept his distance. She never mentioned my cousin usurping her mother's place in the marriage bed but you knew that was what was driving her; nothing like that was going to happen to her! I got pretty sick of the whole thing. Then one morning I woke up knowing I had had enough of her crabby jealousy. I think it was three mornings later. I heard them downstairs, in the kitchen. Daddy was leaving on another business trip that day, a week away from home. I wondered if he would like a going away present. I didn't have a lot of time since my bike was out of commission and I had a school bus to catch. 

We have a huge kitchen. It takes up a whole side of the house from front to back and has a stone fireplace at the middle of the inside wall. The windows are very large, like all the downstairs windows, and for privacy there are curtains. You'll see later on why I'm telling you this.

Since I was still under orders not to wear my Daisy Mae costume around Daddy, and I didn't want to be a disobedient child, I went through my closet and came up with a tan skirt that had a little more cloth than a handkerchief and a top to match in the sense that the top did for my tits something similar to what the skirt did for my legs. It fit like a glove, you could say. I brushed my hair and put on lipstick. I wasn't Daisy Mae but I was at least as bad. I would need a bit more modest outfit for school so I picked out a regular short-short skirt and top, got my sandals, and went downstairs, dropping the clothes on the living room sofa.

"Good morning!," I piped, sashaying into the kitchen.

Daddy was in his striped cotton bathrobe at the table, with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. He reads the New York Times. Mom was at the counter. They looked at me with serious expressions on their faces. Mom's was very serious. Speaking of being reminded, it was me this time suddenly reminded of the fantasy I had during my "wedding" about Daddy fucking me at breakfast and Mom there jealously watching, and now the fantasy might be coming true.

"You're going to school like that?," she barked.

"I don't know," I sighed and I stretched like I was yawning from just getting out of bed. I had checked in the mirror the neat effect this had on my tits. "I was thinking about it. Why, don't you like it?"

"It's completely inappropriate!"

I wiggled over to the table. "Do you think it's inappropriate, Daddy?" 

Daddy looked up at me. He didn't have to look up much to see my tits saying hello to him from behind the jersey and that's where he looked. A glint came into his eyes. The glint told me that maybe he had had enough of Mom's bitchiness, too.

"What was that, sweetheart?," he smiled.

"I said do you think my outfit is in appropriate. You know, the way it shows people my boobs and my bottom, and you can almost see my panties. I was wondering about that, actually. Do you want to see them, Daddy?"

"See your panties?"

Mom was fuming. I'm not sure why but she wasn't butting in so far. I think maybe she was afraid Daddy would tell her to butt out and she was trying to come up with a way to deal with the situation.

"Yes, see my panties."

"What color are they?"

"Hmmm. Let me check." 

I pulled up the tiny skirt. "They're purple, Daddy. At least the bottom part where my cunt is is purple. Should I check the top part?"

"Let's check the back part, where your other fuckhole is?"

"Oh, okay. That's an important part of a person, isn't it, Daddy?" I turned around and bent over, showing Daddy my bottom in the purple panties.

"It's an important part of you, sweetie, that's for sure. Yup, purple there as well."

"She's going to her miss bus, Arnold!," Mom shouted. "It will be here any second for God's sake!"

"Be quiet, Sally," Dad said.

"Hmmm, these panties are itchy. Would you mind if I take them off, Daddy?"

"On one condition," he said.

"What?"

He opened his bathrobe. His pajamas were cotton, like the robe, light for summer sleeping, and his fly was a pup tent that had a pole that was too big for it. He slid his hand inside and brought out his cock.

"That after you take off your itchy, purple panties, you sit right here."

"Is that so you can fuck me, Daddy?"

"It is."

"Hmmmm, is Mom going to stay?"

"Sally, if you want to stay here, do the dishes," Daddy told her. I would have laughed if I wasn't so excited.

Mom was red as a beet. She whirled around and slammed a cabinet door that had been open. I took off my panties.

"Should I take my top off, in case you want to see my tits while you fuck me, Daddy?"

"Good idea. Take it off."

I pulled off the jersey and it joined my skirt and panties on the tile floor. I could tell that Daddy wanted to look at me a little so I backed up a step to give him a good view and I posed there, turning this way and that way, showing him all of me, but mainly the front of me. And then I went and climbed up on him and put my legs around his legs and braced my hands on his shoulders and let myself down on his cock until it went inside me. It went in the whole way. His scraggley hairs were doing the itching job I had kidded about my panties doing but that wasn't the only feeling I was having. There was a better one. 

Daddy put his hands at my waist. He lifted me and let me down, lifted me and let me down.

Over and over he did that. When I opened my eyes it was like the kitchen moving except it was me moving and there was Mom, at the sink, watching. I closed my eyes because I didn't want to see her but I was getting an extra pleasure out of her seeing me. Daddy gave me my big pleasure. I came quickly, which is par for my course. Daddy took longer. He was taking longer on purpose, fucking me slowly, and stopping me both times that I tried to help by moving myself up and down at a faster pace. Daddy wasn't worried about me missing my bus.

Mmmm, neither was I worried about it. I closed my eyes and let him ride me up and down the riding pole, hoping I might have another orgasm before he had his and was done with me. 

But then he did cum. My personal volcano.

I lay against him with my head over his shoulder when he finished in me. Mom was watching again with those jealous eyes, watching her daughter getting her breath back, seeing her daughter's face flushed from the fucking her husband had given her, hearing her daughter's happy panting from having been fucked good and hard. A horn beeped. The bus was at the driveway.

"Oh gosh!" I jumped off Daddy, put my panties back on and ran to the living room. I got dressed as fast as I could in the skirt and top and sandals I had left there and hurried back into the kitchen on my way to the door. I knew the bus would wait for me at least a couple of minutes. It honked again. Mr. Buckely, the senior citizen driver, thought I was cute and sometimes I joked with him. Probably Mr. Buckely wanted to fuck me, I thought, feeling grateful to him. He could have not waited for me at all. I gave Daddy a quick kiss on the cheek and told him to have a good trip and then I felt something. There was cum dripping down both of my thighs.

"Good grief," I said. I grabbed a piece of Scott toweling and ran out off the house, wiping my legs as I ran.

I was the third kid on the bus route. The two kids already on the bus were a couple of boys and they were at the back of the bus. Mr. Buckley shut the door and told me to sit down in the seat behind him. His tone of voice worried me.

"Look out the window at your house," he said.

I looked. "Why?"

"You see your kitchen window?"

Now I was really worried. "Yes."

"You can't see it but the view through your window is about where the kitchen table is. You'll notice the curtain isn't closed all the way. When I stopped the bus I wondered if you were taking your bicycle again. I was going to honk for you but then I saw your head in the window. I thought you were doing exercises. Your head was going up and down."

"It was?"

"You know it was. I didn't honk. Not then. I got out of the bus and walked up to the window. What do you think I saw?"

It was one of those questions you don't have to answer.

"Do you have enough toweling there, Elleann?"

"Oh, yes. Thank you, Mr. Buckely."

"You know, an old gent like me still has strong desires, Elleann."

"Uh huh."

"You're a girl who makes those strong desires swim in a fellow's head."

"I am?"

"You are."

"Mr. Buckely are you saying you want to fuck me and that if I let you, you will forget about what you saw in the window."

"And not report it to the authorities. That's right, Elleann."

"Hmmmm. Well, that sounds fair to me, Mr. Buckely. When?"

"This minute, dear, but we'll have to wait til it's practical. I'm a-thinking. You take the bus again tomorrow and I'll let you know then."

"Sure enough, Mr. Buckley. Thanks." I gave him a smile and settled back in the seat for the ride to school.



Our Family Sex Club Pt. 05



One of my favorite courses was Introduction to Psychology, which is about how the mind works, as you probably know. I was taking it because it sounded interesting and also because I was worried about my own mind and I hoped this course would help me understand myself. Instead it made me more worried. So I decided to see the school psychologist. I made the decision but I kept putting it off and now the year was almost over and this week would be my last chance. I made the appointment Monday morning to see Dr. Pleasant in her office after school that day. I was right on time.

"Come in." It was a man's voice.

He was behind Dr. Pleasant's desk, smiling at me. He was like forty years old, and good looking. Then he stood up and he was better, like six feet tall, trim but well built in a blue cord suit with a powder blue shirt and paisley tie. He came around the desk and shook my hand.

"How do you, Miss Blake. I'm Dr. Badger."

"Um, I have an appointment with Dr. Pleasant," I told him.

"Dr. Pleasant is gone for the year. She went to London this morning to begin her sabbatical. I'll be covering for her till the end of the year, which is till the end of the week, isn't it?" He grinned in a way that made me like him, but I didn't want a man to be my psychologist. On the other hand, I didn't want to hurt his feelings either

"Oh, well I thought I should see a woman psychologist. No offense, Doctor Badger."

"None taken, Miss Blake. Would you care to sit for a minute." He pointed to a pair of facing upholstered chairs by the wall. There wasn't a couch like you see on television. Not wanting to be rude I sat down "for a minute", and he did too.

"May I ask you this, and you don't have to answer if you prefer not to, is your wish to see a female doctor due to a sexual or partially sexual theme of the issues you feel a need to talk about?"

I fidgeted, holding my hands in my lap and pushing on my skirt which was a few inches above my knees. I had the feeling that Doctor Badger was checking me out, but this was one of the reasons I had come. I always feel like guys are checking me out. It's not that I mind. I like it. But I can't tell when it's real or when I'm imagining it. You can see I was a mess. And that was without even scratching the surface of my actual sex life or my crazy family.

Dr. Badger had a warm voice and a warm smile. He made you feel like he would be a great psychologist to talk to. I debated with myself. Maybe a guy would have a perspective a woman psychologist wouldn't, or maybe Dr. Badger would think I was a slut.

"Why do you say it's something sexual?" Had he already heard things about me?

"I didn't say, I asked, but for the record almost everyone who feels a need to talk to a psychologist has a concern related to sex."

He smiled again, so warm and understanding that it made me feel again like I could talk to him and trust him, and when the little voice in the back of my mind said, "Elle, he probably wants to fuck you," I told it to shut up.

"It's me or no one, I'm afraid," he said, smiling and opening his hands. He had nice hands.

"Okay," I told him. "You can't tell anyone about what I say, right?"

"Absolutely right. Unless you confess to a crime everything you say here is privileged. Nothing will be recorded. I may take notes, Miss Blake, but they are privileged as well. No one has the right to see them without your permission."

"Wow." It made me feel important to have a big privilege like that. "Well, I guess one thing I wanted to talk about, Dr. Badger, is that I was wondering if I am having too much sex."

I didn't see a smile, just a blink, maybe two blinks. We looked at each other and then he said,

"What makes you think you might be having too much sex?"

"Cause I have a lot of it, to be honest. I have tons of sex. It's a possibility I was made for sex, Dr. Badger."

"I see." Dr. Badger did a couple more blinks and cleared his throat. 

"I take it then that you enjoy sex?"

"Well, yeah, sure. Why would I do it if I didn't enjoy it." I began to have my doubts about Dr. Badger. He didn't have many more chances before I called the whole thing off if he was going ask dumb questions like this. But then I remembered hearing that some girls have sex all the time because there is something wrong in their brains and sex is how they try to correct it, something like that, so he probably was checking to see if I could be that kind of girl. I felt better about him if he was only being thorough doing his job.

"I enjoy sex a lot, Dr. Badger. You could say I love it, actually. And, like I said, I think maybe I'm a person who is made for sex. That's like a concern that I have, because I'm not sure I want to be made for it. I would rather be made for being a writer, like a novelist when I get older. So I wonder what your opinion about that would be, about me being made for sex, I mean. After you hear my problems and whatever."

Dr. Badger didn't blink but his eyes got wide like I was surprising him with my psychology situations. I smiled at him for a change and waited for him to think about this concern of mine and give me his ideas.

"Let's clarify this. If you are in fact made for sex you probably aren't having too much of it. So the first question seems to be, is Miss Elleann Blake made for sex. Now, are these your words or did someone tell you that you are quote made for sex unquote?"

"Did someone tell me that? Well, yes, someone did say it to me but I think he could be right and that's what worries me." I couldn't tell him Grandpa said it.

"It sounds to me like nothing a boy would say, Miss Blake"

Why did he need to know that? "Okay, it was a man," I said, and I gave him a frown to let him know what I thought of his question. He was getting on thin ice again.

"Dr. Badger, can I ask you a question."

"Sure."

"Are you going to tell me about myself at some point or just ask me a bunch of questions. I need to know that, if you don't mind."

He had gotten kind of stiff looking but now he smiled again and you could see his body relax in the chair. "Psychology is all about exploring, exploring the mind, exploring feelings, in order to find where the trouble is," his rich voice said. "We can't talk about the trouble until we discover what it is. Think of it the way you think about Columbus. When Columbus went across the ocean, he was engaged in continuous question asking: what will I see today, what will I see tomorrow, how long before we find land, is that an island ahead, a continent; those savages, are they friendly. He was exploring constantly and right now, Miss Blake, we are in the exploring phase with you."

"Wow, that's great, Dr. Badger. So you are like Columbus and I'm like....."

"The New World, Miss Blake." He grinned. "You are indeed."

I blushed and so did he. He shouldn't have said that last part, and the way he grimaced you could see he felt bad about it but it still hurt my feelings.

"You think I'm a nut."

"Absolutely not, you impress me as charming and forthright."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Hmmm, do you think I'm smart."

"You are obviously smart."

I was feeling better about Dr. Badger by the second. Sometimes when I like a person teasing things pop right out of me, and one did then.

I crossed my legs and said, "So do you think I'm made for sex, Dr. Badger?"

His face got tight again. "Well, let's see. Whatever the man may have meant when he said it, what does that statement mean to you?"

"What does it mean? It means...it means sex is the thing for me. Like basketball is the big thing for Lebron James, or acting is the big thing for Emma Stone. What else would it mean?"

"Well, I can see why you would say basketball is the big thing for Lebron James. Why would sex be that for you? What is it about you, Miss Blake, that would cause you think you are made for sex the way Lebron James is made for basketball?

"I have to be honest here, right, and not hold things back?"

"That's the idea."

"Phew. Well, I have a kind of philosophy about this that I call my Mother Nature philosophy. Can I tell it to you?"

"By all means."

I described my philosophy to Dr. Badger, like I explained it earlier in my story, which is basically that girls who are young, and at the top of the attractiveness scale, and who like guys, and who love sex, are like magnets to horny guys - I was even called a "sex magnet" once - because that is how Mother Nature sets things up. I didn't want to brag, but I fit the definition like perfectly.

"Also, I'm a natural born teaser like some girls are. I tease guys to make them want to fu...have sex with me. Plus I even spurt when I cum and hardly any girls I know do that. I hate to say it but, to me, being a spurter is like the icing on the cake for being made for sex. So when it comes to Mother Nature's idea of a girl who is made for it, you could say I have the whole package, and I'm not that happy about it. Maybe I should be but I'm not."

"I'll show you what I mean, okay." I stood up. I was going to lift my skirt and show Dr. Badger how I looked in my panties, front and back, but I came to my senses. "Elle, what are you doing, you jerk?" And I sat down and put my knees together and tried to look prim and proper, like a regular person having her psychology session.

Dr. Badger stared at me, looking thoughtful, which I appreciated. I waited to hear his opinion about what I said.

He cleared his throat. "Why did you get out of your chair just now? What were you planning to do before you changed your mind?"

"I don't want to talk about that," I told him.

"What were you going to do?"

"Hmmmm. Now you're being forceful with me, Dr. Badger. Are you forcing me to tell you?"

"Tell me," he said, quietly, like he was the President all of a sudden. I don't know why but it made my nipples hard.

"Dr. Badger, why are you talking to me this way?"

"We call it 'Confrontation Therapy', a particular version of that therapy. Its employed in certain circumstances to aid self discovery. You and I, Elleann, are going to confront your conception about yourself and see if you can discover who you truly are, and free you, hopefully, of some pervert's characterture?"

"You called me Elleann." I didn't mention it but I didn't like him calling Grandpa a pervert, though I couldn't blame him since he didn't know anything about that.

"I did indeed. Now tell me, Elleann, why did you stand up before?" His blue-green eyes were like lasers. I loved his thick sandy brown hair and the fact he had a strong face and a handsome one, too, plus his great voice and the way he was using it ordering me around. It was making my nipples twinge.

"Well, I was going to show you my legs, to be honest, I mean the parts you can't see in my skirt so you could see I wasn't fibbing about myself."

"That you are at the top of the attractiveness scale."

"Yeah."

"Show me."

"For my therapy, you mean?"

"Correct."

I stood up but I didn't lift my skirt. I put my hands on my hips and smirked at Dr. Badger. This was starting to be fun but I was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to be fun.

"Dr. Badger, are you fooling me? Is this really for my therapy?"

"Are you challenging my ethics?," he said, calmly.

"No," I said, but obviously I was.

"I absolutely promise you that it's for your therapy, as will everything else that I ask you to do."

"I think you are telling me, not asking me, Dr. Badger."

"Mmm hmm," he said.

"Okay," I laughed. Up came my skirt. I held it with both hands, high enough for Dr. Badger to see my panties and probably a little bit of my tummy. I had forgotten what panties I had on so I looked and saw they were my lemon colored ones which I like because of the way they fit and also because the color is almost the same shade as my blonde tuft down there. The panties aren't transparent but they are snug and they pretty clearly show a person's slit. Dr. Badger took his time studying them. He leaned forward to get a good look.

"Do you like them?"

"They are outstanding panties, Elleann. Turn around."

"Okay." I turned around and bent over, keeping my skirt up, until Dr. Badger told me to turn back again, and said that I should probably take my skirt off and also my blouse and my bra. He was right. You need to see the whole person, not just her face and not just with her skirt up, when you are deciding if she is made for sex. It was Dr. Badger's job to check these things out.

I smiled at him and let my skirt down. I didn't see any point in keeping my sandals on so I kicked them off and stepped out of the skirt while I unbuttoned my blouse.

"I hope you like your job, Dr. Badger, and that this isn't boring for you or anything."

He smiled back at me. "Is this an example of Elleann's teasing technique?"

I laughed. "I think you are a good psychologist."

"Thank you." I knew it would be unprofessional of him but I still hoped he would return the compliment by saying he liked my legs or, now that I was taking off my bra, that he liked my tits, but he didn't. I stood like a sex model in my panties while he looked me over.

"Take off the panties."

"Now you're going to see another part of me that makes me a total sex person, Dr. Badger." I peeled off the panties and walked up to him. He gazed at my cunt.

"Most guys say I have a great cunt. See how pretty the lips to my slit are and how puffy my cunt is, and guys also like my cunt hairs because I don't have hardly any, just these whispy things at the sides and my blonde tuft up here."

"Yes, quite lovely. They look silky. Do you mind if I touch one."

"No, go ahead."

He pinched one of the airy strands between his thumb and forefinger. He rubbed it. He gave it a tug.

"Ouch!," I laughed. "Don't dooo that."

"You have extraordinary cunt hairs, Elleann, I must admit," he said. Then he got an alarmed look on his face and he let my cunt hair go.

"Good heavens!" He got out of his chair and went to the door. He turned the latch. "Psychology sessions are private! Should have locked this before. I always do. Sorry." He went back to his chair. His erection was leading the way. If he had an erection before he had been hiding it. Being curious about this, like any girl would be, I had taken a bunch of glances at his lap but every time the bottom of his jacket was folded over him there and you couldn't tell. Well, I could tell now. He saw me smirking.

"An occupational hazard," he said, gruffly, and he sat down and pulled the flap of his jacket over his fly again but it didn't work this time. The fold was missing, so it looked like what it was, his cock holding up the front of his pants with the flap of the jacket on top. I stared on purpose to embarrass him for saying I was good for causing "an occupational hazard", which almost made me laugh but I still didn't care for it. I went back and sat in my chair, totally naked.

He was quiet for awhile. I could see he was thinking. So was I. I had the feeling we were thinking the same thing.

"Dr. Badger, are you going to fuck me?," I finally said.

He nodded. "I'm afraid I must, Elleann."

"Hmmmm. For my therapy, right?"

"Exactly. I've been trying to think of some way around it but best practice requires fucking you. The therapy, you see, calls for reliving the problem-experience in a clinical setting, such as this, and in that way we are able to see it fully and make an analysis. Usually, this is done by mimicking, reliving the experience symbolically, but if it can be done actually and without doing further psychological damage, all the better. In your case, frankly, I don't see any other way to approach the matter."

"Hmmmm," I said.

"You have demonstrated, amply I must say, the other qualities that cause you to suspect you are made for fucking. I include in those qualities your personality and your obvious liking of sex, not only your face and body."

"Just one quality left, right?"

"Just one. But keep in mind that no matter how perfect I may find that quality to be, it does not necessarily mean you are made for fucking. The simplest way to dispel this notion, however, is to expose the imperfections, if such there be."

I wasn't optimistic about him finding imperfections, but I hoped I had a little one. "Do you think a person could be made for blowjobs, too?," I said for some dumb reason.

"We haven't discussed blowjobs. Do you want to talk about that?" He wasn't looking at my mouth, he was looking at my tits.

"I don't feel like having more discussions right now, Dr. Badger."

He stood up and started taking off his clothes. I watched. He was great. His cock was great. He was a guy who would bring out the best in a girl who could hardly wait to be fucked, which by this time was me! I looked around the room. There wasn't a couch, like I said, or even a rug on the floor.

"You could fuck me your desk," I suggested. "I was fucked in a teacher's office before but not on his desk. I'd like that, Dr. Badger, if you fucked me on your desk, I mean."

He gave me a funny look and began clearing stuff of his desk. He piled things on a big blotter and put the blotter on the floor. He put a speaker phone down there too, and a lamp. The desk was metal. It didn't look comfortable at all but who cared. I scrambled up and lay on my back with my head at the edge, feeling my feet in the air. Dr. Badger got on top of me. He kissed me, which I didn't expect. I kissed him back.

He put his cock in me and went to town. He must have figured the best way to find the imperfections was to pound them out of a person because pound me is what he did. It was awesome actually. When I tried to wrap my legs around him, he pushed them away. He didn't want me to slow him down. I came in about twenty seconds and he found out I wasn't fooling him about being a spurter. His cock got my hot little bath. He yelled when it happened.

"Jesus! God!," was one of the things he said.

That stopped him a few seconds. Then he went back to his pounding. Since he wouldn't let me grip him with my legs, I teased him by gripping him with my cunt which I am pretty good at, having a cunt that definitely is made for fucking even if the rest of me turned out not to be. That didn't work either of course, not against his powerful thrusts and the big cock he was thrusting. I happily gave up and lay there, letting him do me the way he wanted. His spurting came sooner than I wanted but it was so good it made me cum again and we both kind of thrashed about on top of that stupid metal desk. We lay quietly after that in each others arms as we returned to earth, and then we got off the desk and got dressed, being quiet the whole time. I was embarrassed. Maybe he was, too, I couldn't tell. I was also nervous about what he was going to say to me.

"That was fantastic," he finally said. "No imperfections whatsoever, Miss Blake." He was smiling at me and putting things back on his desk.

Now I was Miss Blake again? That was fantastic? I glared at him.

"Dr. Badger, you just wanted to fuck me!"

He laughed and then he got serious. "I did want to fuck you, but not because you are so eminently fuckable. You needed to understand that this Mother Nature of yours does seem to have made you perfect for fucking but that is not why Mother Nature made you. She made you to be more, perhaps a novelist even. However, you would not be persuaded by my opinion, my professional opinion, mind you, unless I had savored you myself and could still say, after experiencing all your wonderful and perfect charms, that I regard as you more. And I do indeed regard you as more. You are much more, Miss Blake. You are a young woman to be reckoned with."

I felt like I could float. I had to stop myself from running up to Dr. Badger and kissing him.

"And I think I can address your second question, whether you are having too much sex. Only you can answer that. How much you are having, how often, in relation to some standard out there isn't what matters, not a bit."




Our Family Sex Club Pt. 05



"It's not? What does?"

"You have your own drum, Elle. Keep marching to it."

"That's it? That's your big psychologist's advice for me?"

"Yup."

"Hmmmmm. I have to think about that, Dr. Badger. Thanks."

"Um," he coughed. "You know, there are four more school days. Would you like another appointment. You did raise that other question. Whether you were made for blowjobs."

I laughed. "Dr. Badger, I don't know about you."

A moment later I was skipping down the hall.



Our Family Sex Club Pt. 06



Chapter 6 - A Cock Trio with Soloist Daisy Mae

Two mornings after my psychology session I was sitting with my prop at the front of Miss Henchman's history class along with three other kids and their props. We were in our historical costumes waiting to give our talks. Miss Henchman introduced us, explaining to the class how every year she "asked" her Costume Dance seniors to tell something about their pretend selves. She had told more or less the same thing on Monday and Tuesday when other seniors spoke, and today it was our turn.

Bobby Jenkins was Abraham Lincoln. Bobby went first holding up a plate from a museum gift shop that had the entire Gettysburg Address printed on it in tiny red, white and blue letters. After Bobby came Katherine Maple who was Marie Antionette. Her prop was an Entenmann's pound cake. Then it was David Brewster being Ethan Allen with a musket which looked exactly like a beebee gun. I went last, a little bit thankfully, being Daisy Mae, but no one knew it yet because for modesty's sake I was wearing a yellow rain coat over my costume. Miss Henchman's prop requirement had skipped my mixed up mind with so much going on, like mulling over Dr. Badger's advice and what else he did to me, for one big example. Fortunately, I checked my emails before school that morning and one was from Katherine mentioning her pound cake. Since no other last minute prop choices came to mind, I had brought our school bus driver, Mr. Buckley, who was in the chair beside me.

If you didn't read the earlier parts of my story you don't know that Mr. Buckley and I had an agreement that he could fuck me. If you want to know why we had this agreement, you'll have go back and read my story. Anyway, Mr. Buckley was having trouble figuring out how we could get together privately in order to carry things out. 

As I was getting on the bus, I whispered to him, "If you'll be my prop this morning, Mr. Buckley, I bet I can find a secret place afterwards in the school building where you can fuck me like crazy." That was all it took. He was going to be disappointed because I didn't know of any place that secret but I would make it up to him.

The talks were short, lasting two or three minutes, short and dumb, and now it was my turn to be short and dumber. I was pretty nervous. Miss Henchman already didn't like me, and this would only make her opinion of me worse. She hadn't said anything except with her steely glances about Mr. Buckley being there. Well, it was too late to do anything about that now. I stood up and took off my rain coat. I also kicked off my sandals. Daisy Mae is always barefoot.

The room was totally silent for about ten seconds. Then a boy whistled, and another boy whistled, and other kids started laughing and hooting. Miss Henchman shouted for quiet, then looked at me.

"I assume you have an explanation for this, Elleann."

"Yes, I do, Miss Henchman." Her challenge hit me just right for setting up my little speech. I told them about the comic strip that Daisy Mae had been a leading character in and how she was famous for her daring looks and these same daring looks made her a symbol for an important development in our nation's history, the sexual revolution.

"Tell us about the outfit. I do hope you thought to wear panties," Miss Henchman snidely interrupted.

I felt my face redden, and not from embarrassment. You could understand why a person might wonder, however. Grandma had made such extreme scissor cuts in places that the pointed openings of my skirt came within a hair breadth of my panties, which were the same purple ones I had worn when I teased Daddy in the kitchen and then got in trouble on the bus with Mr. Buckley.

"I did think of that, Miss Henchman," I said, sourly, and to rub her nose in her rude comment I lifted my skirt to prove it, then turned around and bent over.

"That will do!"

I turned back and looked at her. "I thought so."

The class was having a fit meanwhile. Miss Henchman yelled for them to quiet down and when they did, I resumed my talk.

"I picked our school bus driver, Mr. Buckley, as my prop because he was a young guy when the sexual revolution got started. He is like a veteran of the revolution. When he was in high school, kids were a lot more nervous about sex than kids are today, right Mr. Buckley?"

"Heh, heh. I held my own, yes sir," Mr. Buckley snickered, which wasn't the answer I was looking for.

"Uh, yeah, Mr. Buckley. Maybe you did. However, that was a different time from ours and young people were usually sexually repressed back then. Girls stayed virgins longer than they do today and boys usually didn't have sex until they were out of high school."

"Now just a minute there..."

"Mr. Buckley, I'm not asking you a question right now. So then along came the sexual revolution with characters who are now significant historical figures like Daisy Mae leading the way, and things changed for the American people, especially young American people like us."

"Hey, Elle," called Galsworthy Ellison from the back of the room. "You bent over from the back before. How about bending over from the front!?"

More laughs and hoots. It was obvious from the scooped neck of my blouse what that kind of bending over would do for the boys.

"Yeah, let's have a little sexual revolution right here," came another yell, and I was kind of shocked that the boy who said it was Dinky, the boy from the chess club who had been supportive toward me when the other kids were putting me down as a chess person.

I put my hands on my hips and tried to stare down those boys but they stared back like they meant what they said, and when I looked to Miss Henchman for some help she gave me a cold stare of her own as if to say I was getting what I asked for.

I shook a finger at the class. "You guys are just ignorant and dumb!"

"All right, all right," Miss Henchman finally said. She quieted everyone down and then she said she was dismissing the class early. There was still twenty minutes on the clock. "This is the last week of school and spirits are running high. I understand that, students. We've had stimulating presentations from our costume students this morning and I think that's enough. You can all have free time until your next class. All right. Shoo. Dismissed. Elleann, you and....your prop will stay."

Oh brother, I thought, what now? I worried that I had gotten Mr. Buckley in trouble along with me. It wasn't fair that either of us should be in trouble, but since when did high school teachers have to be fair?

Mr. Buckley and me weren't the only stayers. As the kids filed out, I saw Miss Henchman catch the eye of the two loudmouth boys. The room emptied of everyone else while Dinky and Galsworthy held back. Miss Henchman went to the door and locked it as the boys and Mr. Buckley and me stood looking at each other.

"Now then," Miss Henchman said, "Dinky, put the bulletin boards in front of the back windows. Galsworthy, move a few of the desks out of the way so we have a larger space on the floor back there. We are going to sit together, Elleann. Your little talk on the sexual revolution is food for thought and the best way to think about anything is to meditate."

"We're going to meditate?"

"Yes, we are."

"I never meditated before, Miss Henchman. I don't know anything about it. Do you, Mr. Buckley?"

"Nope. Don't go in for that kind of malarkey."

Miss Henchman glared. She had to look down to do it. Mr. Buckley is skinny and little, not even as tall as me and I'm five seven. He is totally bald, by the way, except for scraggly gray hair around his ears. That morning he was wearing black pants and black shoes and a shiny blue shirt. Miss Henchman practically towered over him in her long flowered dress. She is an amazon kind of person, about six feet tall with big bones and huge boobs. She has blonde hair and blue eyes and a bossy personality and practically everyone is scared of her.

"I don't know why you are here, Mr. Buckley, and I don't like it. Why do I feel there is more to this than Miss Blake's improbable explanation? Why am I reminded of Becky Harmen?"

"Got nothin' to do with that," Mr. Buckley said. He sounded defensive.

"Who is Becky Harmen?"

"She was a predecessor of yours, Miss Blake, the leading slut of her class several years ago. Mr. Buckley had his way with her, or she had her way with him, the facts are somewhat obscure, but there was a terrific scandal. The matter was laid to rest without repercussions. Mr. Buckley, however, is on hazardous ground if he is on the prowl again.

"I ain't on no prowl so watch what you're sayin'."

Miss Henchman smiled. "Actually, you might be more than you think, Mr. Buckley. All right, the boys have things set up. Come." She led the way to the back of the room. Mr. Buckley saw my questioning look at him as we went.

"Heh, heh," he muttered.

The boys had done more than clear space and block windows. Small, thin olive green mats, five in all, lay in a circle on the floor. Everyone but Mr. Buckley and me got down on one, sitting cross-legged.

"I guess you guys have done this before," I said.

The boys grinned. "Yeah, we have. We've done it before, right Miss Henchman," Dinky said.

"Sit down," Miss Henchman said. "The office knows when my door is locked it's because I'm either working or, more often, meditating and want to be left alone. We have what's left of first period and all of second period since I'm free second period. Galsworthy and Dinky are my special meditation students. I said, sit down."

I sat down, Mr. Buckley did too, but I told Miss Henchman I had a physics class second period.

"You'll skip it. Skipping classes final week is practically mandatory in this place. Dinky do you have the meditation stimulant?"

Dinky took what looked like a marijuana cigarette from his shirt pocket and a lighter from a pocket in his chinos. I was shocked.

"Miss Henchman, I don't smoke grass, and I can't believe you are doing this!"

She gave me a nasty smile. "You mean there is something you say 'no' to, Miss Blake?"

"What does that mean!?"

"Nothing at all. But to relieve your mind, this is not what you think it is. It's only what I said it is, a meditation stimulant. You will find it works wonders in helping you to meditate with your inner self. It's perfectly harmless. Go ahead, Dinky."

Dinky lit it and took a puff. Smoke floated into our circle. I sniffed and didn't smell a thing. I had smoked grass a couple of times and had been around other kids smoking it more than that so I knew there ought to be a distinctive odor, but there wasn't.

"See, it's not grass," Miss Henchman smiled. She took a puff and handed the cigarette to Galsworthy who took a puff and handed it to Mr. Buckley who took two puffs and handed it to me. There wasn't a lot of it left but there was enough to put between my lips, which I did, and inhaled. If it wasn't grass, it gave me the feeling I remembered from grass, and all at once my suspicions and worry floated off like the thin white smoke drifting over our heads, and a warm giddiness took their place. This is why I don't like to smoke pot. It makes me loonier than I already am. Of course the stuff affected me like grass because that is what it was. Miss Henchman lied. It was a special kind of grass, I found out later, that had been engineered to be odorless, making it just great for smoking in classrooms!

"Are we ready?," Miss Henchman said, pleasantly. "I think we are. Now, Elleann and Mr. Buckley, what we do is breathe in and out, slowly and easily, and let our minds focus on a single thing, and we do that until we reach a meditative state. You will know what that is when you get there. So let's all focus on the same thing, shall we. Why don't we focus on Elleann's blouse? Elleann, you can do that yourself, just look down."

Oh brother, I can see where this is going, I said to myself, but instead of getting mad about it, I felt like giggling.

"It's not my blouse, it's Daisy Mae's blouse," I said, politely.

"Ah yes. And those two objects inside the blouse that are giving the blouse its pleasing appearance, would those be part of Daisy Mae as well?"

"Hmmmm. Yes, they would."

We sat quietly for a bit and "meditated" while Miss Henchman and Dinky looked at my tits in front of me and Mr. Buckley and Galsworthy looked at my tits from the sides, and I looked down at them. I also took little peeks at Dinky's chinos and Galsworthy's jeans and Mr. Buckley's black pants. If I wasn't mistaken, I detected three hardons.

Unfortunately, Miss Henchman caught me. I knew because I caught her smirk. She looked like she was about to say something.

"Miss Henchman, would it be okay if I had some more meditation stimulant. I only had two puffs before." I blurted it without thinking to cut her off.

The smirk changed to a warm smile. "If you think it would help, Daisy Mae." She nodded at Dinky. He brought out another cigarette and lit it. We passed it around, sitting on our mats. I got two more puffs. It was more than is good for a person if the person is me. For a while, we didn't talk at all. We smoked and watched each other smoke, and the guys took the opportunity to give Daisy Mae their bold stares at places besides her blouse. Miss Henchman got some bold stares herself. I was glad when I noticed it. Serves her right, I thought, but then I realized she probably wanted them to stare. I got a little jealous that they probably liked Miss Henchman's big tits better than my smallish tits. It made me cranky. I tried to talk sense to myself. "The meditation stimulant is turning you into a numbskull, Elleann. Stop it," I told my brain, but it didn't help.

Sitting cross-legged with my dipping skirt barely covering my panties had given me one of my most visited staring locations. None of the panties showed yet but that was because I had been careful. I decided to be less careful. So far I had said hardly anything to Dinky.

"I'm surprised at you, Dinky, after how nice to me you were at the chess club meetings," I said in my teasing voice. "I don't know what you would think of a girl who wears a skirt like this," and to show him what I meant, I lifted the skirt. My panties came into view if anyone was looking and Dinky was looking. I knew he had looked when I flipped up my skit during my talk in class because of his smart alec comment, but now he was getting a closer look. So was Galsworthy looking, by craning his neck, and so were Miss Henchman and Mr. Buckley looking. I held up the skirt a few more seconds. I couldn't see my panties myself because for me the skirt was like an awning over them, but I knew from seeing myself in the mirror how nice and snug they were, displaying the soft cunt mound and the clear suggestion of the slit almost as if you were looking at a purple cunt instead of a cunt wrapped in purple silk. Then I put the skirt back and patted the cut points, making sure I was a proper and moral Daisy Mae again.

"See what I mean, Dinky?," I sighed.

"Uh...what, Elle?"

"See what I mean about my skirt being too short? I'm just hoping it doesn't give you the wrong idea, Dinky."

If I was trying to steal all the attention for myself, which obviously I was, I underestimated the power of Miss Henchman's boobs. Mr. Buckley had taken a look at my panties like everyone else but now he wasn't looking at me anywhere.

"Ya know, Miss Henchman, you got a pair'a knockers there you could show. Heh, heh."

Miss Henchman made a pleased smile. For once she looked at Mr. Buckley like he wasn't a piece of dirt. "Ah, that would help your meditation, would it not, sir."

"Darn tootin," Sir Mr. Buckley said.

"Yeah, you got great lemons, Miss Henchman!," Galsworthy piped up.

"I'll take that as a compliment, Galsworthy, but I believe you mean melons."

"Yeah, right. So show us your fuckin melons and stop bitchin like a fucking teacher."

Wow, this was unbelievable, Galsworthy talking to her like that. I expected Miss Henchman to blast him, but she blushed and shrugged like she had done something wrong. She didn't say a word. She reached behind her and unhooked the dress. It loosened on her shoulders. She pulled it down over her tits and took off her bra.

"Is that better, Galsy?" she said, meekly. She was amusing herself besides confusing me. Miss Henchman was as meek as a mountain lion.

"Oh, man!," Galsy said.

"That's great, thanks, Miss Henchman!," Dinky said. "You know me and Galsy love your big tits."

"Jesus H. Christ!," Mr. Buckley said. I couldn't tell if his exclamation was over Miss Henchman's tits or that it was dawning on him Dinky and Galsy had a special teacher-student relationship with her.

Miss Henchman lifted her boobs. She looked at me. "Do you like them, Daisy Mae?"

"Oh sure, Miss Henchman. I wish mine were like that." I didn't really wish it, I was being nice. I did like her boobs on her, however. I felt like touching them and feeling her up, thanks I bet to my "meditation stimulant". But she had her own idea, which was to start up our phony meditating again. We all got back in cross leg position. She reminded us about breathing and our focusing.

"At Elle's tits, right?," Dinky said.

"You mean Daisy Mae's sweet things. Yes, I think so. For now. Mine might be overwhelming for you boys, though not I suspect for dear Mr. Buckley."

Daisy Mae's sweet things, if you remember, were still in their blouse. The guys looked at me as we pretended to get in our meditation frames of mind.

"Oh dear, Daisy Mae really should have something besides her own tits to meditate on. Dinky take out your dick."

Dinky did. He grinned at me with his white dick sticking up in the open fly. It was a boy's dick but it was neat, tall and skinny like Dinky himself. with a pink head. It looked strong. I liked it.

"What did Daisy Mae do in the sexual revolution when she saw an action ready cock like that, Daisy Mae?", Miss Henchman said.

I swallowed. My heart was going fast all of a sudden. "Miss Henchman, I am trying to do my meditation, if you don't mind."

"Try doing it with Dinky's cock in your mouth."

"What?"

Miss Henchman reached for my wrist and pulled me. I did what she wanted and I guess what I wanted and crawled up to Dinky.

"Suck it, Elle," he said. He still sat cross-legged but with his dick in the air.

"All right."

I put my hands on his knees and lowered my head, and then I was in my favorite place in the whole wide world. I was in cockland. A boy's dick like Dinky's can't measure up to a big man cock but it is still exciting and wonderful and totally deserves a girl.

Miss Henchman acted like it was another meditation method. "Concentrate now. Up and down, up and down, slow and steady, Daisy Mae. Up and down, up and down." My head got into the pace she set for me. I even tried thinking about up and down as a meditation technique, for about two seconds. The dick was over my tongue and riding between my lips. It bumped the roof of my mouth and sometimes got almost into my throat. I was going to make Dinky cum in my mouth. I was going to swallow his cum and let him spurt on my face. I could almost cum myself thinking about those things.

"That's right, Daisy Mae, you cocksucking little whore, up and down, up and down," Miss Henchman hissed. She sounded a little insane. I didn't care. Up and down was okay with me. It was perfect, in fact. Then someone had their hands under my arms and was lifting me. It was Miss Henchman taking me away from my blowjob. I saw why. Galsworthy and Mr. Buckley had their cocks out. They needed turns. The question was why couldn't Dinky finish his turn first. I figured I knew. Miss Henchman wanted Dinky to fuck me, unless she wanted Dinky to fuck her. Either one would be interesting.

"Do Mr. Buckley, dear. But before that let's get rid of these." I kept still like a little girl getting dressed by her mother while Miss Henchman did the opposite and took off my blouse and then my skirt and panties, getting me readier for sex than I already was.




Our Family Sex Club Pt. 06



Then I shifted in front of Mr. Buckley.

"Hello, Mr. Buckley."

"Heh, heh. About time, ain't it?"

"Mmmmm. I'm sorry he had to wait so long. Do you like me with all my clothes off?"

"Shit, yeah."

He licked his cracked lips. His eyes were bloodshot and the skin on his face was saggy and wrinkled. He was about as sexy as an old tire the way he looked and the way he talked, until you saw his cock, and then he was like a God practically. I dipped my head and his cock filled my mouth more than Dinky's did. Up and down, up and down went my blonde head. I didn't hear Miss Henchman keeping time. Maybe we were finished with our meditating.

I was busy giving Daisy Mae a cocksucking treat when I felt hands on my hips. I hated to do it to Mr Buckley but I needed to know what was happening to me so I let his cock out my mouth and looked behind me. Two things were happening. Galsworthy was poking my bottom with his dick while holding me still and Dinky was sliding underneath me. After a bunch of tries Galsy hit his target.

"Oh, man, Oh man," he moaned with his dick sliding in my secondary fuckhole. I don't like being screwed there except when it happens. I always object. I don't think it's ladylike. But my objections tend to go away as soon as it starts.

"Oh, mmmmmmm," I said back to Galsy, something along those lines.

Meanwhile, Dinky was getting himself in position to fuck me the regular way. Three cocks at once. Oh, my goodness. I never had THAT before. Somehow Dinky got his dick right next to Galsworthy's dick and pushed it inside me. The whole thing was kind of awkward at first. The guys couldn't fuck me fast in those positions but they could do it slow and they could do it hard and slow and hard is how they did it. Mr. Buckley meanwhile was being patient. I was still adjusting to being fucked like that when I put my head back and opened wide.

And there it was. A cock threesome for Daisy Mae or a cock threesome for Elleann Blake or a cock threesome for us both. Anyway you thought about it was pretty awesome. Not only three cocks going to beat the band inside you but three cocks and you being kind of like a band, a musical trio with me both a player blowing my instrument and also an instrument myself for the boys playing me, and we actually got into a kind of rhythm.While Dinky was doing in and out, Galsy did out and in. And I did down and up. If you ask me, a girl taking on three cocks at once with everyone keeping the beat doesn't get the credit it deserves as an art form.

It's on your mind if you're the girl that three cocks are pumping and pumping and pumping so they can go off inside you. It can make you a little crazy. What if they all erupt at the same time? The eruptee might never be same. I have no idea how other girls would react, but these thoughts made me the first one to have an orgasm. Galsworthy yelped when his dick got my girlish spurt. He started fucking me faster and in a few seconds gave me his spurt in return. Dinky was right behind him (actually in front of him by a couple of inches) with his double spurt. These events were like an adrenalin shot for my bobbing head. I sucked Mr. Buckley like I was breaking a speed limit, and that quickly launched Mr. Buckley's huge spurts into my mouth and down my throat and, when I was forced to pull back, all over my face plus other places on me. We had a good old cum festival for ourselves right there on the floor of Miss Henchman's classroom.

The boys pulled their dicks out of me after I pulled out of Mr. Buckley and for a minute or two I lay on my back getting back my breath and my brains. I wondered if I had satisfied my agreement with Mr. Buckley since I had promised him he could fuck me and I only gave him a blow job. (It turned out he wasn't satisfied, but I'll get to that later, maybe). I also had a vague question in my mind of what Miss Henchman had been doing all this time. The answer came when I saw her with a video camera in front of her face aiming it down at me.

"Just doing the aftermath of your performance, Daisy Mae," she said, lowering the camera. "You look charming covered in cum, by the way."

"Did you video the other parts?"

"Oh, yes. Daisy Mae in the buff is about to take the next step in her personal sexual revolution. She's going on the Internet."



Our Family Sex Club Pt. 07



Chapter 7 -- The Costume Dance

Daddy hadn't seen me in my Daisy Mae outfit, but now he did. It was Friday night. He was back from a business trip making it three of us at home, Daddy, Mom and me, since Grandpa and Grandma were at my aunt's house for a couple of months. Graduation was tomorrow and tonight was the costume dance. Clouding these nice things was a big worry - the video Miss Henchman made of me having group sex which she was threatening to post on the Internet, but with Daddy home I was trying to put that in the back of my mind. 

He was watching the news on television when Daisy Mae sashayed into the living room and offered an alternative viewing choice.

"Good heavens!" 

"Hi Daddy. I like how you said that."

My mother came in behind me and planted herself where she could glare. She was being her own worse enemy, in my opinion. Daddy ignored her. I told him about the costume dance and described some of my experiences being Daisy Mae, leaving out the worst parts, you might say the best parts, but the gleam in his eyes connected with the gleam in mine. He knew. Mom quietly fumed.

"So you are on your way to the dance?" 

"Mmm hmm."

"By yourself, no date?"

"Nope, just me, Daddy."

"Something tells me you won't have a problem attracting dance partners."

I looked down at myself and traced a finger along the scooped neck of my blouse, feeling the tops of my tits. "You know, Daddy, it seems so long since the last time you fucked me."

He laughed. "Not counting your wedding party that would also be the first time."

"Yes, both of those times. I don't think it's funny, Daddy." 

"No, not funny but what else is an incest family for, right Sally?"

"You know my feelings about it, Arnold," Mom said. Her eyes were gleaming too, like lasers.

"Your mother's afraid you're trying to steal me."

I sighed and brushed a hand across my curls. "That would be bad of me, wouldn't it?"

"Indeed. Are you wearing panties under that thing?"

I lifted my skirt. 

"Ah, my purple friend. Take it off. Wait, Sally, do the honors, please.Take her panties off. Then you can bring her to me."

Mom sputtered. But before she could explode, if that was coming, I let my skirt down and shook my head no.

"I didn't say you could fuck me, Daddy."

"No? Then what's this about, sweetheart?"

"It's about not wanting to be just a sex toy for you. I want to be more than that." The tension rose, you could feel it. It rose in them, in Mom at least, and it rose in me right beside my surprise at myself. 'What are you doing now, Elle?,' said a little voice in my brain. 'Be quiet and you'll find out', said another little voice. I was in favor of the little voices continuing their talk. I might learn something. But I heard my regular voice say,

"So I think tonight, Daddy, I should sleep in your bed, and Mom can sleep somewhere else. She can have my room if she wants. And then you can play with me in the morning right in your own bed which will be our bed from now on...part of the time."

"I knew it!," my mother shrieked.

"It's your own fault, Mom. You asked for it! If you weren't so jealous and bitchy I wouldn't even have thought of it!," I yelled back. "Probably I wouldn't," I added in a quieter tone. 

"Enough!," Daddy said.

"Arnold, I won't stand for this."

"Have you been nagging her about it, Sally?"

"I warned her. I didn't nag her."

"Yes, you did. She nagged me, Daddy."

Daddy stroked his chin, like he was considering, while Mom stood shaking and I felt like the terrible person I was. I didn't seem to be correcting myself, however. I took in Mom's fierce stare and returned it with my own defiant stare. Then I smiled sweetly at Daddy. Yup, I was being perfectly awful, and it was making my nipples tingle. Hmmm, something besides tension was going on here. A chemistry was brewing and not just between Daddy and me. With her jeans Mom was wearing a light sweatshirt that showed off her tits and when I looked back at her I realized her nipples were doing the same as mine. Her cheeks were red and what I had thought was anger in her eyes now struck me as excitement.

"Look at her hard nipples, Daddy. I think she even likes this."

Daddy nodded and smiled. "She enjoys a little humiliation now and then. Don't you, love?"

"This is more than a little, Arnold. And I AM NOT enjoying it. Don't do this...please."

Daddy shrugged. "I think she doth protest too much. Give her tits a work over, Elle. Then come here." He patted his lap.

Mom liked humiliation? I was stunned. She backed away until she was against the wall. Her eyes blazed at me but her mouth only quivered. Her sudden meekness made her incredibly sexy. I looked into her eyes and put my hands on her tits. 

"I love Daddy, too, Mommy," I purred, feeling her up. "So you can't have him anymore. Only I can have him."

"Noooo," she hissed, letting her arms hang at her sides.

"I'm going to kiss you, Mommy," I told her. I liked calling her "Mommy" when I was being naughty with her. She blinked at me. She was waiting. I kissed her. I opened her mouth and put my tongue in her and we Frenched each other while I mashed her tits and squeezed her hard nipples and it wasn't long before both of us were breathing too hard to keep kissing.

"That's enough of THAT," I said, like I was the mother and she was the naughty child. I turned around and went to Daddy who was grinning, waiting for me on the sofa where he had moved in order not to have chair arms in the way when I mounted him. He had his pants down and his right hand around a verrrrry big erection. I took off my blouse and my panties and stood in front of him for him to look at me, which he did, while lightly stroking Mr. Everything. 

One of my favorite feelings is the feeling I get when I'm going to be fucked. I like to prolong it if I can stand it. I did then.

"Mmmm, poor Mommy. She won't have him to fuck her anymore, at least not very often. No, she can't have him at all, Daddy. That's going to be a rule. Okay?"

"Hmmmm, she won't like it. Of course she has a whole family out there but she ought to have a substitute here at the house. Come here."

I bent to him and he whispered in my ear. 

"Whooooo!!," I laughed. "Daddy, that is sooo bad!"

"It is. It's so bad you might like it yourself, sweetheart. 

"Daddy, I would NOT like it! And I doth not protest too much. I protest exactly the right amount. Ich and double ich!"

"I wouldn't mind...I know what he said," Mom said, quietly.

"What?!" I wanted to smack her, an overreaction on my part, I realized, which only made me angrier if now I actually was doing the "doth" thing. I pushed her against the wall. "What IS the matter with you, Mom? Are you just a total fucking whore?"

"Don't be too critical, daughter whore," Daddy scolded. "Take her mind off it. Give her a dose of girl sex. She's hot as blazes for you, you know."

"Are you, Mommy? Are you hot as blazes for me?"

She showed me her pleading eyes and nodded that she was. 

"Hmmmm, everyone is hot for me, Daddy. It is very, very annoying," I pouted, spoiled slut that I was being. I pecked her lips with a kiss, then pushed my tits against her and we rubbed each other like we had done before, her big tits against my smaller tits, with my tits being the boss.

"Let me eat you," she whispered.

Seconds later we were on the floor. Mommy removed my panties. My blouse was like a scarf around my neck where Mommy wanted it. She was stripped herself. I had pulled her jeans down her long beautiful legs and she had done the rest, taking off her top and panties, and now she was on top of me with a nipple in her mouth, making me squirm. Some boss I was. She pushed my legs apart with her leg. 

"Oh God," I gasped when her mouth left my tit and I felt her lips on a downward glide. Then her mouth was where it counted.

"Oh noooo, oh noooo," I said, which means "don't stop." 

Mom licked and lapped. She stiffened her tongue to make it probe like a cock, and so deep she went I could hardly believe it was a tongue. I tried to keep still but I never can. She had to hold me down to keep me from squirming free. While she worked me over with her mouth she put her hands over my tits and did them at the same time. She was good at this! I was going to have to punish her for making me want to cum so much and just before I was going to cum, when I was at the very brink, Daddy pulled her off.

"What did you do that for!," I demanded.

Mom was sitting on the floor, getting her breath back, looking like she had done something wrong.

"I felt like it. Get over here."

I followed him to the sofa, half dazed, a little angry over his interruption, but mostly excited. I climbed onto his lap and shut him up with a kiss and while we kissed he did to me what I had done to my mother and she had done to me. He pressed my tits with his palms. He rubbed them and teased my nipples. He made me squirm on his lap and gasp in his mouth. In a little while he gripped my hips and directed me and we still were kissing when his cock pushed in, pushed in deep, deep as it could go. I couldn't kiss any longer. I couldn't do anything but lay my head on his shoulder. He lifted me and let me down. Again and again. After a while I helped by lifting myself and we both worked at him fucking me. A couple of times I peeked at my mother. She watched us calmly, like it was nothing or like a servant keeping a respectful distance in case one of us wanted her for something, which neither of us did. She had served her purpose.

I straightened up when Daddy came, a slut's way of coming to attention. I made a noise that was half gasp and half yell, and it was loud. Mom had to hear it. Then she got to watch her daughter shudder in pleasure at her husband's spurting orgasm. See her daughter, younger and maybe prettier and more exciting to fuck than she is, shudder all the more and groan and swing her long blonde curls and pump her loins for all she is worth on her husband's cock. Mmmmm, too bad mother-slut. Daddy belongs to daughter now. Daughter has forgotten all about your wicked tongue. You can stick it up you own cunt as far as she is concerned because it's daughter-slut's turn in the marriage bed, and any other place your husband cares to fuck her.

This may give you an idea where my mind was at. 

I decided to skip the costume dance and play house now that the house was mine sort of. I moved some of my stuff into Daddy's bedroom and dumped some of Mom's stuff onto my bed. She stayed out of the way, going to the basement rec room to call her woman friends in the family and tell them about her terrible daughter. Daddy went to his office and shut the door. I wondered if he was having second thoughts about me being his nighttime wife now that he had satisfied himself sexually. I wasn't completely sure how I felt about it. Well, I'll try it for a couple of days, I said to myself. Well, maybe a couple of weeks. Well, maybe until Grandma and Grandpa come back. Well, maybe I should forget the whole thing. On top of that there was my mother's behavior. How weird was that - it was like she had turned into a different person. And on top of everything was Daddy's idea of a sex treat for Mom.

I was mulling this stuff over while usurping one of Mom's dresser drawers for my folded panties and bras, etc, when I heard my cell phone. I ran back to my room to answer it.

"Hey, Elle, where are you?"

"Is that you, Dinky?"

"Yeah. How come you're not at the dance?"

"I changed my mind, Dinky. I've had enough being Daisy Mae."

"Geez, Elle. Everyone's here, you know."

"Oh, yeah? Who's 'everyone'?"

"Hey, well, me and Galsworthy and some teachers. Miss Henchman, Dr. Button, this new psychology guy, Dr. Badger. They came as chaperones. That's a laugh, right? Mr. Buckley is here, and kids from history class. Everyone's talking about you. They want to see Daisy Mae!"

"So what did Dr. Badger say about me?"

"I didn't talk to him."

"Then how do you know he came because of me?"

"Galsworthy heard him and Miss Henchman talking."

"And?"

"Hey, I'm not going to blab on people, Elle. Look, just come on over, okay?"

"Dinky, did you realize Miss Henchman was making a video of us?"

"Yeah, I noticed her doing that. I wouldn't worry about it. She won't do anything."

"No? You wouldn't care if she did. You'd like her to, I bet."

"Come on, Elle. I'm not like that."

"Mm hm. Let me ask you something, Dinky. Who would you say is the leading slut in the senior class?"

"Ahhh, I don't know, Elle. Geez."

"That's what she said I was, remember, like that Becky Harmen was the quote leading slut unquote in her class when Mr. Buckley fucked her. Miss Henchman said I was like Becky Harmen."

"Yeah, I remember she said that. Um, yeah, that wasn't nice of her."

"Is it true? Am I as big a slut as Katherine Livingston-Davis?"

"Ahh, well, no, no way, Elle."

"What about Jenny Courtney?"

"No, no."

"But I'm still a slut even if I'm not as big a slut as those girls, right Dinky?"

"Ah, geez, Elle...."

I hung up. Fifteen minutes later, in her yellow rain coat, Daisy Mae made her entrance at the Hilldale High School Annual Costume Dance. The dance was in the gym, decorated with gold and purple bunting, our school colors. The lighting was dimmed and music played on the sound system. Dr. Badger was on his out as I came through the main door. He stopped when he saw me.

"Well, hi there, Elleann. They said you weren't coming."

"Here I am," I smiled. I took off my rain coat and draped it over my arm while Dr. Badger checked out Daisy Mae. Even my bare feet were in character. My locker was in a corridor near the gym where the lights still were on and I had left my sandals there intending to stash the raincoat as well but decided to keep the raincoat with me in case of a modesty emergency. Dr. Badger stepped back to make his appraisal, mostly of my legs. My legs are like my mother's which is a way of saying guys like them.

"Impressive," he smiled.

"Thanks. Oh look, there's Miss Henchman. Have you met her?"

"I have."

I gave him my stern gaze. "Well if you met her and had a talk with her, you would not have talked about me because my psychology session with you was confidential, so I'm not worried that you said anything about me to Miss Henchman." 

He looked around to be sure no one was close. "Such as fucking you on the desk?"

I coughed. "Yeah, such as that."

"Let's dance," he said. "We'll talk while we dance." He took the raincoat to a chair by the wall while I waited and then I let him take my hand and he brought us to the center of the floor where maybe thirty or forty couples were dancing. It was darkish and romantic, especially with the music being a slow dance. He put his arm around my waist and we moved together. He wasn't shy about looking down my blouse.

"In case you're wondering, there are boobs in there."

He laughed. "Don't I know it, Miss Blake. Boobs to die for."

"Hm," I said like I wasn't pleased but I was. 

"Miss Henchman and I did have a chat about you, Elle, as you obviously somehow learned. From Dinky, I imagine. I revealed no professional confidence. I did say I had run into you and thought you a charming person."

"That's all you said?"

"Yeah, oh, and in line with what I mentioned a moment ago, the fact that you are quite cock crazy." 

I freed my hand and slapped his grinning face. I made it a soft slap because I knew he was teasing. Plus I liked him and plus, even though I was on a mission -- a mission I hadn't the foggiest idea how to accomplish, I was still worked up from what Mom and Daddy did to me. Daddy had finished having his good time but I never finished, and it wasn't like I had to be faithful to him. We weren't "married" the real way. 

"Well, as long as you didn't tell her anything about my psychological situation."

"I didn't." He pulled me close. My tits pressed out against his chest. Our cheeks touched. 

"Your being reckless!," I whispered.

"Yes," he breathed in my ear. Something of his suddenly pressed against me. The kids in their nutty costumes dancing near us were locked themselves , paying no attention to anything besides their own urges, and beyond fifteen feet or so all you saw were the dim shapes of others like them. I pushed against my reward for pleasing him.

"What did she say about me?"

"Who?"

"Miss Henchman."

"Nothing. She knew about your appointment with me and tried pumping me for information. You obviously intrigue her."

"Uh huh. I need to talk to you." I grabbed his hand and we left the dance floor. Miss Henchman was with Dr. Button and Mr. Buckley near a refreshment table. I brought Dr. Badger to other side of the gym where three rows of bleachers had been left out when the others were folded up against the wall to make room for the dance. We sat down with no one near and I told him the story, the whole story, not only about Miss Henchman and the video which was the subject of the "mission" I was on, but because the three of them were together that Mr. Buckley was part of it, and I revealed my experiences with Dr. Button. 

I'm afraid my stories shocked Dr. Badger who probably thought I had already given him my full share of shocking material, and he still didn't know about my family.

"You think she and Button compared notes," he finally said.

"I don't know. Maybe. Why are the three of them together?"

"They came to see the fabulous Daisy Mae, like me, Elle. Next thing you know our little group of adults forms on the sidelines waiting for you to show up and as we shoot the breeze it becomes apparent you are everyone's reason for being here. No secrets were disclosed, however, not while I was with them. By now perhaps they have been. Let's think about this. Obviously, we need to get our hands on the video. You say she used a camcorder, not a cell phone?"

"It looks like a professional camera. She keeps it in her office for videoing things at school once in a while. But she might have taken the tape of me home. She probably did."

"She probably didn't. It happened the day before yesterday, correct?"

"Yeah."

"All right. Before she would dare post it, or sell it, she would need to remove any trace of her involvement. That means editing out the other faces and every sign of her classroom. You need good equipment or the right software for that and they have that here in the audio visual lab. There's a good chance she planned to work on it this weekend, when no one would be around."

"Wow, good thinking, I hope."

"You stay here. I'm going to talk with them."

"And say what?"

"Stay here."

The lights had brightened, putting a damper on intimate dancing. I watched him stride across the floor thinking I could be falling for this guy. They talked several minutes, the group of them, and then Dr. Badger signaled me. When I was halfway across the dance floor he left the others and came to meet me.

"We're going to her classroom, the five of us," he said, keeping his voice down. "If the video is still in her office, I'll find a way to snag it. If it's not there we'll have a slightly different confrontation. Okay? The idea for now is this: Gangbang Elleann is hot to trot with the grownups, so play the part and let me direct."

"I was born for that part," I whispered, controlling my excitement. "But you'll have to get her key. She locks her office." He nodded and we moved to join them where they had relocated away from the refreshment table, not far from a side door that led into the main part of the building. 

"Um, will the gangbang actress be going all the way?"

"Possibly, Elle. Have to see. Would that be problem."

"Not for her," I sighed.

"Hello, Daisy Mae," Miss Henchman said as we joined them. Unlike Dr. Button and Mr. Buckley who looked at me like I could have been one of the refreshments, Miss Henderson had a wary expression on her face. I said hello and we all chatted about my costume and what a nice dance it was and how great that the school year was finally over and that I would be going to college in the fall, bla, bla, bla, until Mr. Buckley said what was on everyone's mind.




Our Family Sex Club Pt. 07



"We goin inside to get laid or we gonna stand here all damn night?"

Everyone looked at me. "Oh gosh," I said and smoothed my hair. "Mr. Buckley, do you think I can be one of the persons who gets laid?"

"Damn tootin." 

Dr. Button shook his head. "You are something, Elleann."

"Thank you, Dr. Button. Dr. Button is great at chess. He really knows how to mate a person."

"Ah yes. I hear he mated you," Miss Henchman said in the sarcastic, bossy tone of voice the kids at Hilldale High know well. But her wariness seemed to have left, I was happy to note.

"Mmmmm, lots of times he mated me. He's very strong with his mating, Miss Henchman. I bet you would agree."

"Shall we?," Dr. Badger said, and quiet as mice through the double doors we slipped into the darkened hall. 

The night was moonless but stars were out and after feeling our way through the nearly pitch black corridors it seemed there might be almost too much light coming in the big windows of Miss Henchman's classroom. The rooms were locked and Dr. B and I had hovered close to Miss Henchman when she searched in her purse for the key. Once inside I watched where she put the purse but it didn't matter because she went straight to her office to get the "sex mats", and when she came out with them she didn't bother to relock the office door.

We waited while she set things up by herself, insisting on no assistance. Again the bulletin boards wheeled in front of the back windows, again the desks pulled aside making an even wider open area than last time, again the mats on the floor. During the desk moving Dr. Button came up behind me and put his arms around me and covered my tits with his hands. He nuzzled my neck while he felt me up. I sighed happily.

It was darker at the end of the room with the bulletin boards at the windows but even from a distance of several feet you could see clearly the outlines of things, including the curvy outline of Miss Henchman standing by the mats. 

"Unhand her, Stanley. Let's do this democratically."

"We're going to fuck you the American way, Elleann," Dr. Stanley Button snickered, letting me go. I knew he was "Stanley" but I had never called him by his first name any of the times we fooled around. I knew Miss Henchman's first name was Ruth and that Dr. Badger's first name was James but I always called them by their proper names. It seemed the respectful way a student should behave, especially a 'leading slut' student like me. 

I reached behind me to give Dr. Button's hardon a parting pat. I could still feel its impression on my bottom. "I don't care which way you do it, Dr. Button," I said, sweetly.

"Heh, heh. She just wants to get herself fucked is all!," commented Mr. Buckley, whose first name I didn't know.

We began taking off our clothes. Daisy Mae ended her existence. It was Elleann Blake's unadorned silhouette that Miss Henchman addressed when everyone was naked and ready, calling me. I took a deep breath.

The mats were laid out two and two, a total of four, since one of us would not need her own, and the facing rows would make it easier to see in the little bit of light. Dr. Badger sat on a mat beside Miss Henchman. Directly across from her sat Mr. Buckley, next to Dr. Button. I stepped between the rows. There was barely enough space for me. 

"Model for us. Whet our appetites," Miss Henchman said. A mutter came from Mr. Buckley. Dr. Button fidgeted. Their appetites were whetted enough apparently. They wanted to get on with things. I turned to them. The part of me they were most interested in was in front of their faces. Dr. Button ran a forefinger up the inside of my right leg. It poked inside me where I was warm and wet with my welcoming.

"See how long you can keep standing up," he snickered. The finger went in more, then back, then in, then back. I squirmed on my bare feet. He was right about the difficulty staying up on them. 

"Ooooo, Dr. Button, how can I be a model when you are finger fucking me so good!?"

Mr. Buckley suddenly ran a hand up the inside of my left leg. Good grief, what was this about? They couldn't both fingerfuck me at the same time, could they? In a way they could. With his free hand, Mr. Buckley took hold of my leg and steadied me while his busy hand slid underneath me and attacked my bottom. 

"Oh, Mr. Buckley, in her asshole, how lovely," Miss Henchman said.

I tumbled backward at that point, landing in Miss Henchman's arms. She wrapped them around me. "Ah, a little gift from heaven." Her big hands went to my tits. Her hairy nest ground against my bare bottom. I glanced at the dark form of Dr. Badger beside me. 

"My turn after you Ruth, okay?," he said in an amused tone.

"Certainly," Miss Henchman grunted. Her hot breath was on my neck, the untender grips of her thumbs and forefingers had control of my nipples. I was not entirely enjoying myself and I was becoming concerned about Dr. Badger, until, at that very moment, he said,

"I have a suggestion, Ruth. Let's work up a little program, make it interesting, more fun if you will. Personally, if you'll permit my candor, I want you, Ruth, every bit as much as I do Miss High School here. I can tell you turn on Button and Mr. Buckley. You're a fabulous woman, Ruth. You must let the three of us fuck you." 

The busy hands paused on my tits. 

Dr. Badger pressed on. "What do you say, men?"

"Yessiree!," Mr. Buckley said, more enthusiastically than Dr. Button's, "Ah, all right."

"Far be it from me to be a spoil sport. You organize it, Dr. Badger. Tell us how to go about it," Miss Henchman said, softly. She eased me off her.

"Sure. Give me my minute with our warm up girl and then we'll get to the main event. For round one we'll have Mr. Buckley take you from behind while you go down on Button. Show Elleann what a real blowjob is. But I want you for myself for round two." 

Miss Henchman tittered.

"And, ah, after that?," Dr. Button inquired.

"I'm thinking maybe a three way or four way tangle with your chess pupil, Button. Would that work?"

"Splendidly, if I'm not spent."

"Then don't spend it. Ruth will be merciful, right Ruth?"

"Yes, yes," Miss Henchman said. She nudged my arm. "Go do your minute with him." 

While he fucked me the old fashion way on a mat just a little less hard than he was, Dr. Badger whispered his plan. He had moved us a few feet further from Miss Henchman though it was Miss Henchman herself along with Mr. Buckley kissing her and feeling her up whose giggles and dirty talk provided the real cover for sneaky plotting.

"Forgive me taking advantage this way," said the breath in my ear.

"Okay." His cock pushed in, pulled back.

"Now listen. When the three of them get going, (Pushing in) I'll go to her office. You go to the lights. (Pulling back) Where is the switch, near the door to the classroom?"

"I think so. Mmmmm. I can't think when you do that." 

"Try. As soon as I come out (Pushing in), turn the lights on."

"Oh...?" I breathed. "I don't know if I can see from back there." 

"I'll have her office light on. (Pulling back). You'll be able to see it under the door. I saw it when she went for the mats. I'll turn the light off as I leave. Soon as you see the light go out under the door, switch on the main lights. Shhh, just do it." He kissed me. "I"m getting a school boy crush on you, Elle." 

While the action next to us heated up, Dr. Badger and I sat side by side cooling down and with our thoughts, one big new thought for me as you might imagine. A light tap on my knee told me it was time. Dr. Badger picked up not his pants but his sports jacket and tip toed into the dark. I tip toed too, in a different direction, watching out for things not to bump into until I reached the wall. From there I went quickly to the front of the classroom. There were two switches. I rested a forefinger on each of them and watched the little ribbon of light at the far end of the room. The sounds coming from Miss Henchman and her cohorts were amazing. She was the noisyest person I ever heard having sex and mostly she did it with her mouth full! The noise was helpful of course with Dr. Badger searching in her office. But I hadn't been at the switches more than half a minute when it went dark under the office door and the shadowy shape of Dr. Badger emerged. I flipped on the lights.

Consternation reigned, as they say. Dr. Badger had taken his sports jacket because it contained his Blackberry in a side pocket. Now he wore the jacket and held the Blackberry, recording a porn scene. He caught them fucking and sucking and the camera kept at it after the performers jumped up, yelling and screaming. Finally, he lowered the Blackberry and suggested they shut up, which, furiously, they did. I turned off the lights. 

"In my jacket, Ruth, I have a certain video cartridge bearing the initials"EB" and Wednesday's date on the label. Thanks for leaving it on top of your filing cabinet. I assume this is the tape you made of Elle and there is not a copy. But if my assumption is wrong and any video of Elle ever surfaces that I even suspect you have had a hand in, the video I just made will find its way to Principal Dillon and each member of the School Board, perhaps others, who knows. Let's go, Elle."

Miss Henchman and Dr. Button were still swearing and Mr. Buckley was keeping his opinions to himself when we left the classroom. I was back to being Daisy Mae out of necessity and Dr. Badger now had on pants, etc. to go with his jacket. We eased our way along the dark corridor and out an exit door that locked behind us into the starry night, on the side of the building away from the parking areas. No one was around but us. He kissed me.

"That was a bit of fun," he said, holding me.

"It was great, and thank you, thank you."

He kissed my cheek. "You bet. I'll destroy the video unless you want it."

"Destroy it...unless you want it," I smiled. "You said you have a crush on me, Dr. James Badger."

"I shouldn't have said it. I'm too old for you."

"You're not too old for me."

"I am. Take a guess?"

"Your age? I'm terrible at guessing peoples' ages, especially adults' ages."

"Guess."

"Fifty-two."

"Whoa! Try thirty three."

I gave him a grin. "See. If I was okay with fifty-two, thirty three's got to be like perfect. I have one on you."

"A crush?"

"Yeah. A big fat crush. I might be in love with you."

I never say that, that I'm in love with a guy. It was the first time in my life I ever said it. I could hardly believe I did say it. How could I ever tell Dr. Badger about my family, about my insane incest wedding? What was I supposed to do about Daddy probably waiting for me in his bed? Everything was way too complicated. I felt like running. I put my arms around him. 

After a hug, I decided to go home. Dr. Badger walked Daisy Mae to the car. She forgot my sandals and raincoat.

(to be continued).



Our Family Sex Club



He saw my eyes widen and my jaw drop. He put up his hand to stop me from interrupting.

"Hear me out. We are short on time. You could say if I am having this problem why don't I go into the bathroom and take care of it. I could do that, yes, but I choose not to. You have gotten into my libido, Miss Blake, and there is only one way to discharge it."

"I'm a magnet," I said. I was being a smart ass. I could see what was coming.

"You're a magnet?"

"I'm a sex magnet."

"Well now. Hmmmm. Yes. I was about to say the same thing basically. You are all about sex. When you smile, when you move your hips, those mind boggling legs, your round bottom in your damn skirts, the way your breasts rise and fall when you breathe. You exude sex."

"Good grief, you make me sound like some kind of a robot."

"Not some kind, one kind. But I know you're not a robot, not a sex doll. You're not satisfied with being just that. I can't imagine why not. If I could be a male version of you instead of this puny excuse for a man that you see here, I would be ecstatic." 

"You're not that puny, Dr. Button." I felt sorry for him. I figured his erection must be puny itself since I hadn't noticed it. He gave me a funny look, 

"Yes, well thank you. Anyway, you want to play chess and get the better of smart people with your brain. Very commendable. I can help. So, Miss Blake, this is what I propose, an exchange of good turns. I will teach you chess, say fifteen hours of private lessons, no hanky panky, straight chess. In return for that promise, you will let me fuck you. Right now. We are talking about fifteen hours from me to five minutes from you. What do you say?"

"Hmmmmm." I gave him a long pause, for effect mostly. I had figured out as soon as he mentioned his ninety minute erection where he was coming from. "I have to admit it does sound fair," I said. It did, especially if I was responsible for his problem like he said and I probably was - the way I taunted him with that crumb bit. It would bother me all night if I left him there with his invisible erection and his libido situation. Plus he was giving me an excellent opportunity to get good at chess! That was the exciting part.

He looked like he couldn't believe I was agreeing. He was so cute. It made me want to tease him. I did the brushing thing on my sweater again and said, "Would it be so terrible if you were just a little late for the meeting, Dr. Button?"

"What? No, I suppose not. Why?"

"I don't know. I was just wondering." Brush, brush. My nipples were sticking out with their hard points. "You said no hanky panky during my chess lessons. Suppose you have that libido problem again. What happens then?" Brush, brush.

A line of perspiration broke out along the top of his forehead. "Nothing happens, that is unless you want it to, Miss Blake. You will have totally filled your side of the bargain by letting me fuck you now."

"Mmmmm, I was never fucked in a teacher's office before. I hope we are going to do it here."

"Yes, yes! Here. Oh, thank you, Miss Blake." He jumped out of his chair and pulled off the cushion which he put down on the floor next to the desk. "Don't want those pretty knees of yours to get bruised. I want to fuck you from behind if that's all right. You kneel on the cushion there and I'll do the rest."

"Don't you want me to take my panties off?"

"Oh, right. Absolutely. Take them off."

"You might like to see me with all my clothes off, Dr. Button. Would you?"

He was already tearing at his own clothes. He stopped. "Oh, that would be wonderful. I better lock the door. Ha, ha. How could I forget that?"

He ran to the door and locked it. I was standing up, taking off my clothes. He watched me, never saying a word. It made me a little nervous the way he stared. What did I expect? Why would that make me nervous considering what was coming next? Anyway, I started chattering.

Off came my blouse. "I don't know about your libido theory, Dr. Button." Off came my bra, and I paused, keeping my hands at my sides while he looked. "I would think that fucking me could make that problem worse not better." I unhitched my skirt and let it fall down my legs. I had already stepped out of my sandals. "Mmmm hmmm," I hummed. "I wouldn't want to make your problem worse. But you're the psychologist, not me. Mmmm hmmm. I can't wait to see your cock, Dr. Button. I don't care how big it is. I bet it's strong and powerful like you are when you play chess." Down came my panties. I was completely nude. I stood while Dr. Button stared some more. After like fifteen seconds I went to where he put the cushion on the floor and got down on my knees, pointing my bottom at him. I looked over my shoulder. He hadn't moved a muscle.

"Dr. Button, you're not going to just stand there, are you?" He was disheveled from having started to undress but not finishing any of it, unbuttoned with his shirt hanging out and his fly unzipped in his baggy pants. I assumed the bagginess was what concealed his hardon and it was still concealing it. He had a kind of crazed expression but that didn't worry me. I was turned on by my own teasing, for heaven's sake.

"Heh, heh. Oh, no. I'm not just going to stand here. I'm coming there to fuck you and fuck you good, Elleann, you hot high school whore."

As soon as he said it he realized his mistake, or what he thought was a mistake. He began apologizing like mad. I thought it was funny. If it made him excited to call me a hot high school whore, I didn't care. It made me excited. I told him not to worry about it.

I gave a big sigh. "But I don't feel like talking any more, Dr. Button, if you know what I mean." I wiggled my bare bottom.

"Oh God," he groaned and went back to yanking off his clothes. When his cock finally came out, it was better than I expected, at least five inches when I had been afraid it would be smaller, and it was sturdy looking. I wiggled again for him without even thinking about it.

It had taken him quite a while but then he was at me in a flash, grabbing me by my hips. He pushed his cock in and banged away. He had zero finesse. He fucked the way a dog does only he couldn't go that fast. It was fine. I liked it. I pushed back at him, getting every bit as much of those five inches that I could. He lasted a minute at most, forget about five. I can usually have an orgasm in no time myself if I'm aroused when we start, which I usually am and I was then. We both had a short good time.

Afterward, I lay on my back letting the whole thing sink in while Dr. Button got dressed. I was having my usual glow. It wasn't one of my great ones, but it was a glow. I noticed Dr. Button giving me sharp glances for some reason.

"I hope your libido is better, Dr. Button," I said, softly.

"It is at the moment, certainly. I'm appalled at myself. Get dressed."

"Hey, thanks a lot!" I sat up. If that's all he could say to me, that he was appalled at himself, he could throw his chess lessons in the lake.

He had a black felt cap on his desk that he puts on his bald head to make himself look like a cool guy. I grabbed it and used it to wipe the cum off me. I put it back. He glared at the cap, not at me, and didn't say a word. Then I got dressed and stomped out without saying good bye and neither did he. I went for my bike.

I don't want to leave a wrong impression. Dr. Button was only appalled at himself until he got horny again. It's the way that usually works out, right? Things turned out fine. I had ten hour long chess lessons and ten half hour lessons and they ended the same way, every one of them. I knew the lesson part of the lesson was over when Dr. Button said, "So, Miss Blake did you find your lesson stimulating today?" This was our little ritual. "Oh, yes, Dr. Button, I did. I'm hot as anything." "Hmmm, I never knew anyone who became sexually aroused by chess. How do you explain it?" "Well, I don't see how a girl can't become aroused. The man, if she's playing a man, attacks her defenses with his powerful pieces. He takes her pieces. He surrounds them and snatches them away. He drives her into a corner. She has no escape. He weakens her more. Then he mates her, mates her, Dr. Button. Notice that word." 

By this time Dr. Button would have one hand between my legs and one hand under my top and I would be rubbing him and unzipping his fly. It was pretty hot!

That was later, however. Now I was on my bike going home and, as I pedaled along, Dr. Button went out of my mind and my family situation came back in. My mother was going to give me more details tonight about our family sex club which I had super mixed feelings about. I worried especially about Daddy. The more I thought about him the surer I was becoming that I wanted him to keep being my regular safe and secure Daddy. No sex, thank you.

It was after five when I got there. We had a crowd at the house. Cars filled the driveway and the street in front. They were my uncles and aunts and cousins cars. Was this about me? I pulled into the driveway and got off my bike. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, our neighbors, came up the sidewalk and turned into our sidewalk. I felt a wave of relief. I stepped out from behind the cars and said hi.

"Well, Elleann, hi!," Mr. Johnson said and he and his wife gave me big smiles.

"What's going on?," I said.

"Your initiation party of course. Are you teasing us, Elle?"

"What initiation party? What are you taking about?" I had prickles running up and down my spine.

"She doesn't know yet, Ernie," Mrs. Johnson said, tugging his arm.

They had to be talking about the sex club but the Johnson were neighbors, not family. "No she's just being careful, aren't you, honey?," Mr. Johnson said. "No one told you yet about us being in the club. We were invited in years ago. Your family felt we had the, um, appropriate qualifications. Mary and I are the only non family members ever admitted in a hundred years. What do you think of that? But this is your night, sweetheart. Everyone is looking forward to it in a big way, including yours truly!" He laughed and winked at me. "You better believe it!"

I had known the Johnsons my whole life. Mrs. Johnson used to babysit me. Mr. Johnson made me a doll house for my sixth birthday. There were a zillion things like that going back over the years with never a hint of anything sexual, and now he was looking at me like sex was all there was.

I fought to keep my composure. "Oh, I know all about it Mrs. Johnson. Mr. Johnson was right about me being careful." I was trying to trick them into revealing information I didn't have but the next thing I said showed I didn't know much of anything.

"Well, I don't know what everyone is looking forward, too. I haven't decided to be a full fledged member and I might decide not to be." 

I gave them a stern look. They gave me blank stares.

"Honey, once you're in, you're in. You are a full fledged member. There's no other kind," Mr. Johnson said.

"I told you she doesn't know, Ernie," Mrs. Johnson said. She grabbed my wrist. "You need to see your mother," she said, and she led me to the house..

(to be continued)