The Forbidden Family Game

by Ward Fulton

  "Kirk picked me up with one hand under my ass and the other arm around my shoulders, with a hand on my boobie, not missing a beat in the gentle rhythm he'd set up with his finger in my slit. He carried me over to the big, broad daybed or couch and laid me down, sliding his arm-from under me and then kneeling beside the couch. He bent over and kissed my boobies, teasing my nipples. Then he ran his tongue down my stomach, swirling it in my navel, making things very tight inside me.

  "He still kept one hand under ray ass, playing with the back end of my slit in a dreamy sort of way. Now he stiffened his tongue and traced out those creases between my legs and stomach, getting a little closer each time to my mound, until he touched the front of my slit, sliding his tongue down in. My legs were already slack and falling open and my cunt was wet and ready.

  "He moved me around, until my legs were toward the wall and my head at the edge of the couch, which let him put his whole mouth down on my cunt, sucking and thrusting inside with his tongue, touching my clitoris and giving me the most delicious shivers. It was all so dreamy and easy-going I was just barely conscious he had slipped out of his shirt and dropped his trousers.

  "His chest slithered over my tits and down me, that thatch of hair teasing my nipples into a sort of frenzy while his tongue worked deeper into my cunt I was humping and moaning and twisting without even knowing it. Until suddenly I was conscious of his dong gently tapping my cheek.

  "Kirk humped up a little, until his dong and bulb were right over me. 'Open your mouth, darling, and take it.' He dropped down a little until his bulb just touched my lips.

  "I stuck out my tongue and touched that shiny drop on his bulb. The drop slid into my mouth, salty and kind of sharp-tasting. I reached up with both hands to grab his dong, feeling it quiver and pulse. He thrust his tongue deep into my cunt, gave a deep suck, and then raised his head a little. 'Put it in your mouth, suck on it,' he said, then went back to sucking on my cunt so that I felt as if I was on fire.

  "I don't think I even hesitated. I opened my mouth and took the bulb of his dong, sucking on it, while I held on to the shaft, squeezing it a little. And liking the feel of that big soft-hard stick in my mouth.

  "Kirk began to pump with his pelvis, sliding his shaft in my hands and his bulb in my mouth. All the time he was working on my cunt with his mouth, sucking deep and yet finding opportunity to tease my clit with his stiffened tongue, until fires ran from one end to the other in me, right up to my throat, which was suddenly aching for the taste of him.

  "I don't know how he managed, but he also slid one hand up to tease and fondle my tit while he humped and pumped at me, keeping up the tense, tight suck on my cunt, with his tongue reaming up inside, until I knew something had to give, I was so tense, so wound up inside.

  "Kirk really clamped his mouth on my cunt and shot his tongue up me, twirling and twisting. At the same time he drove his dong deep in my mouth, nearly choking me, then it was past the choking point and going down my throat, thrusting and slithering. And swelling and bursting, so that I felt the swelling of his shaft and suddenly tasted the gush of his come deep in my throat.

  "I let go with everything I had, all my juices pouring down so Kirk could lap them up, sucking greedily and scooping out cream with his tongue.

  "His dong went down, but was still spurting small shots of come as it slid out of my mouth, with me licking hungrily at each little spurt. My throat was raw with the stretching it had had but the taste of Kirk deep in my mouth and throat was delicious. Wonderful.

  "Kirk turned me a little, so I was lying lengthwise on the couch, and he lay beside me, his mouth still working on my cunt, lapping up juices. And I could reach his cock and lick at the come still dribbling out.

  "Later he just turned end for end and lay beside me, one arm under me, his hand gently playing with a tit, so that it was soothing rather than exciting, a sort of fitting windup of a very fascinating and wonderful experience. The shivers died down and the quaking in my stomach slowed to almost nothing, just a nice twinge every now and then to remind me. And, of course, the taste of him still in my throat.

  "It had been so subtle, such a casual-seeming buildup and so adroitly done that I was just beginning to realize what had happened. I had sucked a man's cock! And liked it! And a man had sucked me off!

  "Well, Kirk had promised to teach me something about sex. He had certainly done it And made me like it. I wasn't even sure I wanted to go back to the regular way. But I found out different.

  "Kirk lifted me up and took me with him into the shower, letting the water run over my throat and face, washing away the stickiness of his come while he washed my body very gently, at the same time managing to get me excited all over again. His body pressed close to mine in the shower from time to time so I could feel his dong, soft at first but getting up strength and stiffness-and making me very much interested in what was to come. And I knew there was more to come, just from the way he handled my body, brushing at my tits, caressing my mound and running his hand softly up the insides of my thighs.

  "It was a regular screw that time. I mean, with his dong sliding into my cunt. Only the position was different. He laid me across the Couch, with my rump at the edge and legs hanging over, while he knelt between my legs.

  "I didn't even need much of a work-up for that. The first sucking off and then the gentle suasion in the shower just about had me ready. Even so, Kirk didn't hurry it. He just eased his bulb into my slit and almost casually pushed it up and up, in funny little starts and half-withdrawals that had me clawing at his shoulders and then grabbing at his behind to get more-and more-and more. Until his bush was right up against my slit and his balls teasing the cheeks of my ass.

  "Then that slow pump-pump that had me wriggling and squealing and aching far up inside, aching with the need to let go. Then it all happened at once.

  "I could feel his pulse along his shaft and the swelling of his bulb just as he shot a hot load into me. And I pumped juices back at him, wiggling my rump and humping my pelvis to get more. The release was wonderful! With Kirk kissing my tits and licking his tongue across my stomach while his dong slid out and kept triggering new shivers and new releases, until I was limp. And very happy, very well satisfied.

  "Oh, I might have taken another round. I guess I could have, if Kirk had given me another slow buildup. He didn't. I don't think it was because he wasn't capable. He still had some fire in him. But he was making things easy for me, making me ready to want more-but next time, not right now.

  "Another shower-this one brisk and very nearly jolly, with teasing and laughter. And it was all over. Except that Kirk helped me into my kaftan and started, at the floor, working on those zillion buttons and kissing my legs and my mound and my stomach and then, just before he did up the final buttons, my tits. A sort of seal to today and a promise of times to come.

  "There were several of those, each afternoon for the four days Kirk was staying at the club. And each just a little different. For instance, for sucking off we did it with me on top, kneeling over his face and him grabbing my ass and pulling himself up, so his mouth was right on my cunt. And I could play with his cock and bob my head back and forth or drive way down on it, so it went deep in my throat, just as his bulb exploded. Once we just screwed, with me riding down on his dick from kneeling over him and him controlling the rhythm with his hands on my hips. But somewhere along the line, either before or afterward, he always sucked on my cunt and reamed me with his tongue, whether I sucked him off or not. I think he really liked the taste of me, just as I liked the taste of him.

  "After Kirk left I tried to teach Stan some of the things Kirk did but it wasn't the same. Stan was crude. He just liked the reaming and letting go his load. Subtlety wasn't for him.

  "Maybe Stan and I weren't as careful as we might have been-I mean, about keeping the door locked. So my father walked in on us one evening just as Stan shot his wad.

  "I thought sure he'd throw double duck fits and maybe beat the hell out of
both of us, but he didn't He just stood there for a moment and then suddenly grinned. 'So we've got us a couple of real swingers! Who'd'a thought it!'

  "Stan had scrambled off the bed on the opposite side and was sort of huddled down, scared. I was scared, too, but there wasn't any place for me to scramble to and hunch down. I was spread out where my father could see all of me, my tits with the nipples still hard and my cunt wide open and wet and my stomach sweaty.

  "My father walked over to the bed, sort of studying me from head to toe, nodding. Then he said, 'That looks good. I think I'll have some.' And dropped his dressing gown. He was naked, and his dong was just beginning to shiver into life, coming up. He sat on the bed beside me and put his hand right on my mound, one finger sort of sliding in, testing.

  "I was still scared, not knowing what he meant to do, slap the hell out of me or what. I certainly never thought he'd want to screw me. You just don't think things like that about your own father. But that's what he wanted-a good lay, a nice piece of tail. And he didn't care who from.

  "I couldn't really give him much because I was still sort of scared. I couldn't loosen up, even after he had his dong in me and things were stirring. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, 'Loosen up, kid. You're tied in bow knots!' and went right on screwing me.

  "After a while I got over thinking it was my father and just gave in to the feelings inside, and we did pretty good toward the finish. I gave him a royal ride there at the end, humping up and taking all of his dong, right to his bush, and managing to wiggle some to add to the excitement. After all, my father was a man, with the right equipment, and he had it reamed up me, so it was good. It wound up real good, with both of us just about pooped.

  "My mother walked in about then and said, 'Stan told me… ' and stopped, suddenly laughing. 'And I didn't believe him! I couldn't believe my prissy little daughter could really take on a man. Is she good, Will?'

  "My father nodded. 'She's had a better teacher than Stan. I know that.'

  "My mother came over and studied me, nodding, I didn't know what to think, really. Parents don't usually behave that way. Or I didn't think so then. My mother leaned over and touched one of my tits, nodding. 'She'll do. And I think I'll just have a taste.'

  "My father waved languidly at me. 'Be my guest, Miriam. She's ready for a good suck. Fully loaded.'

  "My mother grinned. 'You're bragging, Will. But with two loads in her-Stan got there first, I hear-she ought to be really ready.'

  "My mother knelt by the bed and hauled me around by my legs-I was pretty limp from two screwings and from being sort of stunned by what was happening to me. She put one of my legs on each shoulder and went down on me, sucking and reaming with her tongue.

  "I didn't know a woman would be interested. I mean, I'd heard about lesbians but I didn't know a woman who screwed men, the way I knew my mother did, would be interested in sucking off a girl.

  "I just lay there at first, baffled by it, but my mother really went to work on me, until I was suddenly cooperating, I guess you'd call it. I know I moaned and thrashed around and pushed my cunt at her as well as I could, enjoying it, you understand, once I got over the first shock. And felt drained afterward, while my mother sat back wiping her lips and murmuring, 'Very nice. Very nice.' She turned to my father. 'I guess we've got us a real swinger in little Jill. Now, if Stan would only… '

  "Stan not only would, he did. He got into the act and the first thing you know, the four of us were daisy-chaining. I had my father's cock, sucking the hell out of it, with my brother Stan working on my cunt while my mother sucked him off and my father sucked on my mother. Then we'd swap around, with me working on Stan's dong, my father sucking me, and my mother working on him while Stan sucked her off.

  "Or we'd do a round robin, which I found a little awkward for positions, with my father screwing me and Stan screwing my mother while the four of us played with each other, tits and rumps. Or sometimes we'd just screw, two to a bed, like regular. Or in some very odd positions my father dreamed up. And after I'd been screwed my mother always liked to suck the juices from me, whether they were my father's or my brother's-or maybe both.

  "I tried going down on my mother after she'd been laid, but I never really could get into the spirit of it. Her muff always tickled me, no matter what position I got in. I didn't seem to mind my father's hairy bush, maybe because his dong stuck out of it, and I liked the taste of him. Stan didn't have much of a bush, and anyway, he wasn't always too keen on getting sucked off. He always wanted to throw his dong in a cunt.

  "When we weren't having our own private party we'd pick other partners around the clubs. They were easy to get because that's what the people were there for-sex. I was able to get the younger men, mostly, though I did take on a couple of the older crowd, just for kicks, but those guys pooped out in one round. The made good on sucking off, though, which they could do without having to get a hard on.

  "Along about a year or so later Stan got hooked up with this plastic hippie. A plastic hippie? That's one that's got money but goes the hippie routine, with shaggy hair, sloppy clothes and pot.

  "That got him started on junk. Pot wasn't enough after a while, for either him or the girl, and they started on keef and hash. That was in Marrakech, where you can buy it right out in the market, the Jamaa el F'na. Other drugs, too, so I've heard. I never went in for drugs. I don't need to. I've got my kicks and I like what I've got Sex. All kinds-fucking, sucking, daisy-chaining. I've never tried asshole fucking but once. I didn't get enough of a kick out of it, but this old goat wanted it that way, so I let him. But once only. After that he was off my list. He pooped out, too, right after.

  "So I know who hid the hash in my shoe. Three cakes! That wouldn't last Stan any time. So maybe he isn't really smuggling, just trying to get me into trouble-which he has, all right. We had a fight in Marrakeeh, over that plastic hippie and what she was doing to him. Oh, I don't mind her taking drugs if she wants to, if that's her hang-up, but she didn't have to start Stan on the stuff. I didn't like her. She's got dirty feet All the time. I don't think she bathes regularly, either.

  "So Stan and I had this fight over her. Plus, I wouldn't screw him the last few times he asked. Yeah, Stan hid the stuff in my shoe. Or the girl, only I'm not sure she had the opportunity. It must have been Stan. Are you going to hold me? My father will get me out, pay any fine. He likes me free, so we can screw."

  The case subject's candid revelation of the incestuous activity that she engaged in with her father, mother, and brother was instrumental in having her committed to a psychiatric clinic where she is undergoing extensive therapy. The other members of the family, having the wherewithal, managed to return to Marrakeeh before they could be apprehended. It is highly unlikely that they have changed their way of uninhibited life, just as it is highly unlikely that Jill will gain anything from psychotherapy; she has been too long exposed to the ways of life of her family, and as far as she is concerned, "there is nothing wrong with having fun at home." Chapter 4 Alexis: A Desk-Top Affair with Father

  "I'm sorry, but I just can't understand what all the fuss is about. Oh, I can see why Mother is upset -in a way. But that's just vanity, as far as I can see. She and Dad broke up years ago, and I know she's been screwing half the neighborhood and a good bit of the French populace-male, of course- and even taken on a few Greeks and at least one Turk. So why should she care what Dad does? Or who he screws? Even if it's me. Or Carol, my sister.

  "Incest? So it's incest. That makes it a big thing, does it? Fucking is illegal, unless you have a license for it, like a marriage license. So why is one kind of fucking more illegal than another kind? Is one cunt so different from another? Or one dong different from some other guy's prick?

  "Hell, man! Mother's crowd goes in for wife-swapping, buggering-which I can't see is fun-fellatio, cunnilingus, you name it, they do it. If you name it, they will do it, just to show it can be done. So what's so different? I get laid by my father. So does Carol, I hear just
now. I'm a little peeved that Dad was taking on Carol when he was laying me regular, but what the hell, I wasn't being exactly an angel between sessions with Dad.

  "Area of responsibility. Yeah, I've heard that bit of jazz. So what's the difference in areas of responsibility between a guy laying his neighbor's kid and another guy laying his own? I ought to know, because I've been laid on both sides of that fence, and I don't see any difference. A dong is a dong is a dong is a big thrill when it's reamed up your twat. And jism is just as tasty whether it comes from a neighbor or from your pop.

  "Sure I've sucked cocks. My dad's included. Some call it 'The Sport of Queens' and they don't mean Marie Antoinette. But even a girl can like it. I know I do. Not as a regular thing, maybe, but as a change. And I like to get sucked. Especially right after I've been fucked. Sort of cleans the pipes for another round.

  "Why do I try to act and talk tough? I'm not trying. I'm doing. Because that's the way things are. You wouldn't really expect wide-eyed girlish wonder and do-babies-really-get-found-under-cabbage-leaves from someone who's been through the mill. And in my mother's set, you can bet your life you go through the mill, fast and young. Oh, my sister, Carol, does the wide-eyed wonder act very well. You wouldn't think she chalked up as may as eight lovers in a night-while eating peanuts. Or maybe it was cashews. Or macadamias. Carol sort of runs to the exotic, so it could even have been leblibbies. She learned to like them in Turkey. They're too dry and powdery for me.

  "No, I'm not going into court and tell on my old man. He's in enough trouble. And all because my mother wanted a bigger bite out of his pie. He's made more millions since they broke up, and she can't stand not having part of them, even with all she gouged out of him the first time. Sure, that's just a suspicion of mine, but you forget-I've lived with my mother for sixteen years and know her like a book. She's greedy and she's stupid. So it's not a very nice book. Besides, she smudged a lot of those pages herself.