Claire Adrian - Incest, A Way Of Life

"Dad began by brushing my cunt hairs with his lips and nose, no doubt inhaling the sweet pussy smell. I had doused my pussy liberally with perfume and I presumed he enjoyed the fragrance. Very carefully-at long last-he slipped his long tongue into my cunt and went right to work by burying his mouth against my slit. I lifted my hind end slightly as his tongue found my clit and skillfully began working it, his tongue moving like a drunken worm. Apparently he intended to tease me a bit, for he withdrew his tongue and began licking my thighs; he also began fingering my asshole with the tip of his forefinger. Hot now-no, sizzling!-I threw up my hips so that my wet cunt lips tried to capture his tongue, which was furiously working through my hairs. I began to twist and squirm, even more than mom, who was carrying on beside me on the bed. 'Daddy, daddy!' I begged. 'D-Don't tease me so! Make me come!'

"This time dad didn't fool around. This time he buried his mouth in my vagina and began rotating his tongue over my hard clit. I jumped, partially from surprise and partially from pleasure, when he slipped a finger into my asshole. His other hand slid upward across my pulsating belly, reaching for my tits.

"Then mom popped off, crying out like she was in some kind of torment, bouncing up and down on the bed so hard that she almost shook daddy's mouth from my dripping snatch! And my big brother began grunting as he poured the load from his balls into mom's cunt.

"Dad was really sucking me now, boring in with his mouth and driving me nuts with his tongue. While my hands beat the bedspread, a series of low moans began escaping my throat; then dad began-I guess you'd call it "masturbating my asshole'-and that did it! I banged off, almost screaming as I came! 'DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!' I cried. 'SUCK ME HARDER-H-HARD-ERrrrrr!' It seemed that I just kept coming and coming; yet I still noticed what Ron was doing-crawling over mom to fuck her in the mouth…

"After that first night, mom and dad and Ron and me got to making out with each other two and three times a week. Dad got the idea that perhaps it would be a good thing if Ronnie and I began swapping with them at parties, but mom vetoed his suggestion on the grounds that we were still too young for such freewheeling sex. She said some of their friends had big mouths and might blab to the wrong people that underage kids were screwing around with adults. Uh-huh. There was always some snitch who might louse up a good deal. But naturally that didn't stop the four of us from having fun in private, almost always in mom and dad's bedroom, late at night.

"After a week or so, we even got to doing what dad referred to as 'pluralism,' which seemed like a pretty icky word to me-blahh! You know, I mean like singular and plural. Anyhow-the four of us got to having 'pluralism,' which means that the four of us sometimes all got connected together-like we were one body! I didn't mind that at all, not even when I sucked mom's cunt. I liked going down on her and enjoyed it when she blew me. Ronnie and dad felt the same way-about sucking each other's cocks, I mean. But what I liked best of all was the fact that we took turns choosing different combinations to diddle in. Mom, she liked to lay on her back and have Ron suck her off while I'd kneel over her face. Dad would stand in front of me, and I'd blow him as she ate me. Another way we'd do it-I'd get between mom's-legs and eat her snatch, and Ron would fuck her in the mouth, eating dad at the same time, who'd be standing in front of him. Dad liked it best when I'd blow him while he sucked off Ron who would kneel over him. Mom would stand in front of Ron, and he'd lick her cunt like wild, getting double pleasure as dad sucked him. Now and then mom and I would do a swinging sixty-nine-and do you know what? We even fucked each other using dildoes, but I never enjoyed that too much. It seemed rather silly to me, for the two of us to use imitation cocks when dad and Ron had perfectly good flesh-and-blood peters. Of course, a dildoe never had to get a hard on, but it never felt as good as a real peter either.

"Ronnie, the nasty boy, really enjoyed grouping it. That way he could always cornhole either mom or dad, though I think mom enjoyed getting fucked in the ass more than dad did. I remember the first time Ron hopped mom in her tail end-tailgating it,' dad laughingly called it. That first time-Ron didn't even have to ask mom. She suggested it to him.

"We were standing around talking about what to do, and mom said, 'Ron, honey, why don't you do it to me in the back end. You said once that you always wanted to do it that way to Gwennie, but that she would never let you. I'U kneel by the side of the bed and suck off Gwennie while you fuck me in the behind. Do you want to?'

"Did he! 'Sure, but won't it hurt when I shove it in? But sure, if you want me to,' Ronnie said. He stood there fingering his cock, his eyes glowing with anticipation.

"Dad said, 'Gwennie dear, how about blowing me at the same time that your mother eats you?' He glanced at the bed. 'Trouble is, I don't know how I can brace myself, since you'll be lying across the bed. I know, I'll use the back of a chair.'

"In the meanwhile, mom had gone to the dresser and returned with a jar of vaseline and a box of kleenex. Motioning for me to get on the bed, she sat down and opened the jar and, when I had spread out on the bed, she got to her knees in front of me, by the side of the bed. Turning slightly, she greased Ronnie's stiff cock, then wiped her fingers on several kleenex tissues, saying, 'Ronnie, dear. All you have to do is-center the head of your cock on my asshole and push. Shove hard "on your cock and don't worry about hurting me. Your father does it to me that way a lot, and I'm used to it.'

"Dad, crawling on the bed and moving over me, got into position, his big dick only a few inches from my mouth. As hard as it was, it stuck out almost straight, and I knew he'd have to lean down and bend over a chair in order to get the head in my mouth. Waiting, he said, ‘I'll wait until Ronnie gets his prick in your mother's ass and until she begins sucking you before I give you my cock. It'll be easier that way.'

"Mom leaned over the bed and me, her mouth only inches from my pussy, and pulled her ass-cheeks apart. Ronnie moved in behind her and began pushing the head of his dick into her bung. 'It-it's in!' mom gasped. 'Shove! Shove it hard!' Ronnie did and mom, her eyes widening, let out a tremendous sigh, a sort of Ahhhhh, which meant that Ron had butt-hopped right up to his balls. Then, putting his arms around mom's hips, Ronnie began hunching her. With a dreamy look on her face, she lowered her mouth to my pussy and began sucking, her tongue slicing in quick and sure, lapping right for my clit. It seemed to me that every time Ronnie gave her a lunge, her tongue shot into my cunt with more force. I don't know-it could have been my imagination.

"Dad, his knees on each side of me, moved higher up, sort of raising his loins as he leaned over and braced himself on the back of a chair that he had placed close to the bed, a position that placed the head of his cock against my mouth. Parting my lips, I let the head slip in and began a slow gentle sucking. I tossed my arms about his hips and pulled down slightly on his rear. Taking the hint, and knowing what I desired, Dad began slowly to hunch in my mouth.

"I suppose mom and dad and Ronnie and I would still be grouping it if one of the servants hadn't reported us. I wish dad had given the cook her raise. If he had, I wouldn't be here and Ronnie wouldn't be in that icky boys' school. But we'll be out in a short while. Dad's hired the best lawyers in the state."

While Mr. and Mrs. Harvey T- were arrested and charged with "lewd and licentious cohabitation with minors" and "contributing to the delinquency of minors," they were later released, without going to trial, the district attorney declining to prosecute on the grounds that the evidence (only the testimony of a woman who cooked for the T-s) was too inconclusive and circumstantial. However, Gwendolyn and Ronald, her brother, were placed in juvenile homes.