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Chapter 10

Patty prowled restlessly around the basement rec room, her feet slapping the cold tiles. "So when does the party start?" she asked for the eighth time. "Gee whiz! We've been down here fifteen minutes and ain't done nothing.”

"Haven't done anything," Micaela corrected over the sound of the record player. "Patty, we've got to wait until things get started upstairs. Then we'll sneak up and take a peek, see what they're doing. Should be good for a real turn-on.”

"Phooey, what do you know about turn-ons, Miss Virgin of Seventy-seven," Patty snorted.

Gabby looked away from Kerry, but didn't take her hand from the lump in his lap. "Ex-Miss Virgin. She got more cock in one afternoon than you have in your whole life.”

"I could have done it," Patty pouted. "If you'd given me a chance.”

"You're still Miss Virgin, if I remember rightly," Micaela pointed out.

"Only technically," Patty said.

"Yeah, well, I'd sure like to change that technicality," Al drawled. "And if you'll sit down, I'll do it right now.

"Uh-ufa, everyone stay dressed," Micaela insisted.

"Aw gee," Patty whined.

"Think it's been long enough now?" Gabby asked.

"What's it been? Twenty minutes?" Micaela answered.

"Twenty-five now," Kerry said.

"I think we should wait half an hour," Micaela said dubiously,

"Oh, come on," Patty griped. 'What's with a lousy five fucking minutes already?”

"Mind your language," Micaela snapped. "I guess if d be okay now. But we've got to be very, very quiet, remember?”

"Outside or inside stairs?" Gabby asked, finally releasing Kerry's hard-on. It held his pants up in a tent.

"Outside," Micaela answered. "We'll sneak around to the back of the house and peek in the bedroom window. If they aren't there, we sneak in the kitchen and eyeball the living room from the dining room.”

"Come on, come on," Patty said impatiently.

"Take it easy, will you?" Gabby snapped as Patty pushed her.

"Hey, wait a minute, guys," Al interrupted. "Let's get undressed.”

"Now?" Patty asked. "Why?”

“Someone might see us," Micaela argued.

"Shoot, it's nearly dark out," Al said. "It'll be kickier that way. Remember how we played naked tag at the pool, Patty?”

"Yeah," Patty answered, then giggled. "Let's do it!”

“Well, okay," Micaela agreed. As she thought about. It she got all hot and shuddery. The cellar door was well screened, but there was always a chance they might be spotted!

There was a mad shuffle and a blizzard of flying clothes as everyone stripped quickly.

A tangle of naked arms and legs and bodies, the six of them wedged their way up the narrow cellar stairs. Chris had to push past from the back of the pack to open the heavy door. He eased it out, letting in a cool rush of evening air. Salmon-pink wisps of cloud highlighted the deep blue sky. The stairway opened in a shrubbery-shielded nook on the side of the house. From there they slipped along toward the back yard.

Pressing close to the side of the house, Micaela led the way. It was possible, she realized, that Daddy and the Petersons were still in the back yard, but she didn't think it was likely. As soon as everyone was done eating, Daddy had urged the young people to head for the rec room. Micaela was sure he had been anxious to get down to serious business with the Petersons.

She paused at the corner of the house, and everyone bunched up behind her. She peered through the thick branches of the hemlock tree, but couldn't see anything. She edged around the bulky, prickly evergreen.

And met her father coming the other way. The suddenness of his appearance made her squeak with terror. Chris thumped into her, and the others piled up against him. Her father grunted. He was as naked as she was. His cock was a swaying beam of horniness.

"Daddy!" Micaela exclaimed.

"What's happening?" Patty whispered anxiously.

"Step on something?" Joan called from behind Mike.

"Yeah," Mike answered wryly. "My daughter's foot.”

"What?" Joan asked, pushing forward. He stopped dead when he saw Micaela, Chris, and the others.

"Holy shit!" Patty yelped.

"Uh, hi there," Micaela stammered awkwardly, wondering if she should cover her tits and her pussy with her hands.

"And just where were you headed?" Mike demanded, taking the offensive.

"Uh-out?" Micaela said hesitantly.

"Oh, Mike, cut out the forbidding father routine, will you?" Joan said, laughing.

"Where were you sneaking to, Daddy?" Gabby asked.

Mike tried to frown, but couldn't. Then he began to roar. Joan and John joined in as he took Micaela in his arms. Suddenly, Micaela began to giggle.

"What's happening?" Patty wailed.

Gabby was the first one able to control her laughter enough to clue Patty in. "They were sneaking around to spy in the basement windows!”

"What?!" Patty screeched, outraged. "Why that's-that's perverted. It's absolutely perverted.”

"Oh, don't be ridiculous," Al told her, still chuckling. "We were going to do the same thing, after all.”

Patty thought for a second, then began to laugh, just as the others stopped. Which got them all going again.

Finally, Mike beckoned to them all to follow him into the house. After raiding the refrigerator, he led the way to the basement.

Micaela was between her father and Chris on the couch. The others were sprawled all over. The rec room was carpeted with naked bodies. Micaela studied John Peterson and his lushly built wife. Micaela felt a twinge of jealousy when she saw the other woman's generous breasts and slender body.

"Well, John, what do you think of my family?” Mike asked.

"Lovely," John answered, running his eyes over Micaela. She squirmed with pleasure.

"The men are lovely, too," Joan said, licking her lips. "Never seen such a fantastic bunch of bananas in my life!”

"They taste good, too," Patty piped up, and promptly rolled over and took Al's big dick into her mouth.

Micaela felt all hot and funny. She reached over and curled her hand around Chris's pecker, then reached the other way and grabbed her father's. "Well, who's going to be first?" she asked, her voice soft and bubbly.

Mike looked over at Chris. "Confident, isn't she?”

"Can you blame her?" Chris asked.

Their hands reached for her breasts. Micaela leaned back as flames surged through her. They lifted and fondled her heavy jugs, struck sparks from her aching nipples. Her eyes slitted, she watched Joan Peterson and her husband begin a deep soul kiss. As they kissed, their hands probed each other's sexes. Joan was gorgeous. Micaela hoped she'd have a chance to see her father plumb Joan's fur-fringed depths with his cock.

"Why don't we flip for her?" Mike suggested.

"Flip what?" Chris asked.

"Why her, of course," Mike chuckled. "You want heads or tails?”

"I'm always ready for a little head!”

"I'll take tail," Mike replied.

In a second, Micaela was face down over their laps. Her head was just above Chris's jutting hard-on. Her mouth watered and her innards knotted. She slurped on his thrusting phallus, and instantaneously tasted a hot seeping.

For a moment, her father stroked the sleek globes of her butt with his calloused hands. Then he probed into the crack of her tail. She wriggled, pushing her bottom higher.

Instead of touching her pussy as she had expected, his finger pushed against her asshole, sending delicious, searing fire through her. She moaned and spat out Chris's dork for a moment, let its sticky length rest against her cheek. She fought to release the lock on her tail. The minute she succeeded, she felt her father's finger penetrate her bung.

She recaptured Chris's cock, and sucked on it, harder. Then she rested her arms on his thighs and lower belly, and braced herself up. She angled his prick so he could see her devour it. The finger in her tail twisted deeper, and her winkie went into wild spasms, letting the invader dig inwards with slow jerks.

"Back door," Mike granted to Chris. "Nice and tight.”

Micaela's lust roared higher as she heard them discussing her as if she wasn't there. She began humping and squirming. She felt her father's towering erection against her belly. She shifted, and his cockhead painted her skin with crystal juices. She arched, and his cock slithered into her wiry auburn bush, probing her ravenous slit. It was the wrong angle for her to get his cock into her vagina. But she did manage to make the head jam against her clit.

"How about two fingers?" Mike asked.

"Yes," Micaela whispered, releasing Chris's cock for a moment. "Two fingers!”

She felt a second finger pry into her tail. The tight, rubbery ring stretched even more. The gnawing itch ate its way deeper into her innards.

"Look at Patty," Chris groaned. Micaela shifted her head so she could watch as she swirled her tongue around the tip of Chris's dork. Patty was kneeling. She had her head on the sofa beside them. Al was behind her. His cock was a towering link between his groin and her tender tail.

"He's too big," Mike groaned fearfully.

"No he's not," Patty moaned. "Oh, God, that feels great. Shove it in, Al, shove it in!”

Al shoved and his piston slowly disappeared into her backside.

"I'm still a virgin," Patty moaned.

"I'll bet you won't be at the end of the evening," Al snorted.

Micaela left Patty to her own concerns, and concentrated on the cock in her mouth, and the fingers up her tail. She sucked her head down on Chris's prick until the end jammed against the back of her mouth. If there hadn't been the raging pleasure from the fingers in her butt, she would have gagged.

Then her father began easing his fingers in and out of her bum, in a twisting, squirming, fucking motion. Micaela whimpered around the cock in her jaw. She was still a virgin back there. She prayed her father would get that cherry, too.

His cock was jabbing her clit blindly. Her lust flared with every blow. She scrubbed her tongue along Chris's cock.

"Aww, shit, I'm cumming," Chris groaned.

Micaela braced herself, and collected the first sweet" spurt of his jizm on her tongue. She smeared it around the inside of her mouth, savoring the flavor of it. She let the thick goo pool in her mouth until she had a vast, hot puddle of blood-warm semen. Then she swallowed. A drop escaped her lips, oozing down Chris's prick, and over her fingers.

"She's swallowing it," Chris moaned, and Micaela felt the fingers in her ass cramp in reaction.

Patty looked like she was unconscious. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth gaped loosely. Al was still buggering her with his titanic shaft. At the sound of Chris's words, her eyes flickered open and she watched Micaela swallow the last of Chris's jettings.

Micaela felt a cramping knot of horniness and frustration as she gulped down Chris's juices. She had been thinking of gathering a bouquet of cocks so she could stuff all her openings-and now one of them had been defused.

"Don't worry," Mike chortled as if he had read her mind. "He's young. He'll be ready for more in a minute.”

"That's sooner than I will be," Patty moaned as Al’s dork erupted in her butt, hosing her tail with thick goo.

"You all right?" Mike asked.

"I'm fine," Patty answered hoarsely. "I’m cumming, Now shut up so I can enjoy it.”

Patty's slender fifteen-year-old body writhed in the grip of the anally induced orgasm. Chris's cock had gone limp, as if Micaela had sucked the stuffing’s right out of it. She lay her cheek on his belly and tongued his prick lazily as she watched Patty getting corn holed by Al’s titanic cock. She could still feel her father's hard dick against her belly. His fingers were still making her tail burn, although her bung was loose because of the prolonged stimulation.

"Out," Patty moaned. "Please! Out!"

With a grant, Al backed out. His shitty cock slid into view. Still as stiff and horny as ever, it was flecked with the soiled cream of his cumming.

Suddenly, Micaela wanted to suck his fouled tool! Her belly convulsed in disgust at the thought, and her guts clenched in revolt.

"I gotta go to the John," Patty moaned, hauling herself to her feet. The crack of her ass was bright red.

"Oh, Daddy, do me," Micaela moaned as she watched Patty's retreating butt "Don't worry, Hon, we'll do you," he assured her.

"More than one of you?" she asked.

"How many do you want?”

"Lots," she groaned. "As many as possible. Three? Four?”

"Suck Chris back to life, Hon," Mike said. His cock tightened against her tummy in reaction to her naked desire.

Micaela licked Chris's corker. It was already half hard again. She fingered his slippery balls, tickling them back to life as his pecker swelled and thrust into her mouth. Behind his nuts^ she found his bung, and a ridge between his asshole and balls. A touch there, and his cock got harder and bigger.

"Lie on your back, Chris," Mike told the boy when he was stiff and ready again. "You're going to get a trip you won't believe.”

"Oh, Daddy," Micaela moaned as his fingers left her shitter.

"Hang in there, Hon," he told her. "And move up on Chris.”

Micaela squirmed forward on top of Chris. His hard, spit-and-cum-slick prick slid down her, striping her flesh with goo. It plowed her furrow as she humped her cunt past it. Then she squirmed, trying to get the shaft into her ravenous, dripping cunt. It missed the mark.

So, Mike reached down and guided the head of Chris's dork to her hole. She drove herself down on it.

Awww, it felt so fucking good! Her cunt was being slowly stuffed by hot meat. With a soft sigh of pleasure, she squirmed in the saddle. She was glad she had gotten his first load in her mouth. Because now, he would last longer than he would have otherwise.

The couch shifted and shuddered, and she felt her father behind her. His prick touched her butt. She flinched in anticipation. She lifted her ass a little, and felt Chris's cock shift in her cunt. She begged with her butt as her father hesitated.

"Need some grease," he grunted, dismayed.

"Here," Al said, handing up a tube of ointment.

Micaela's interest in his shrunken prick rekindled. It was still crusty and soiled. She couldn't, she thought. Her insides twisted with disgust. She knew she was going to do it.

Fingers probed her butt again, and she felt something oily and cool against her winkie. Then Mike's fingers touched her asshole. He slowly smeared the grease around her puckery gate, and then inside. Stretching and twisting her shatter, he oiled her tube for an inch or so.

There was an aching, agonizing pause as he oiled his dick. Then his cock pried between her ass cheeks, and she relaxed. Her hand reached out blindly, grabbed Al's dirty dick, dragging him to his knees by the edge of the couch. She sniffed his pecker, smelled the gut-knotting mingling of scents on his meat. Then, she licked her lips as her mouth flooded with spit.

The pressure against her tail grew. She relaxed her asshole, and felt her gate push in. It was like he was driving a baseball bat up her rear! He was stretching and twisting and thrusting at her little tail hole, driving it open with the conical head of his dork. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the salty gunk on Al's pecker. Her lips opened, and she engulfed his half-distended cock. Her stomach writhed in disgust at the vile act.

"Sonovabitch," Chris moaned. "I can feel you going in!”

"Just you wait, Buster, just you wait," Mike groaned as he powered his cock into his daughter's tight rear-end. Mike was remembering how it had felt, that mad double-barreled dorking with Joan and John. Only this time, he was in the rear gate, which was tighter and more stimulating than the front one.

Micaela wondered if she was going to be torn in two from the crotch upwards. She felt the wall separating cunt and ass being pinched paper-thin between the two monster invaders. She sucked more of Al's swelling cock into her mouth. She wanted cock and cock and more cock: in her mouth, in her cunt, in her ass. She was a slutty whore who was a punchboard for men. And she loved it, loved it, loved it. She swallowed the first of Al's seepings.

Her father's dong drove in farther and farther. A mammoth piston was jamming her velvet tunnel, a hot steel bar was through her tight gate. Chris, under her, wasn't moving, except for an occasional funny shudder.

"More," Micaela groaned as she felt her father's cock slide up into her rear. "More!" Her words were mumbled around the stuffing mass of Al's pecker.

Patty came back and gasped. When she saw that Al's cock was in Micaela's mouth, she dropped the wet washrag she had brought with her. She reached for her naked pussy, and fingering herself, settled down to watch.

Micaela's eyes flickered open. All she could see was Al's gut. It didn't really matter, she was so far gone she couldn't focus on anything anyway.

Then her father's hips mashed her ass and his balls hit the cock in her cunt. It trembled, and she thought it was going to explode.

"Sonovabitch," Chris groaned.

"Try fucking her," Mike whispered.

Chris eased his cock out of Micaela's cunt. Her lust raged higher as he stroked her tormented tissues. The barrier separating cock from cock was twisted and dragged. She whined around Al's phallus.

She didn't realize it, but everyone in the room was watching her.

Chris drove back in. Then Mike dragged his cock out of her tail, and Micaela's insides were ravaged by another fireball. She wasn't going to be able to take much more.

Chris pulled out of her cunt, and her hips heaved in a feeble fucking motion. Then, just as Chris rammed back into her, her father yanked his dong almost out of her rear. She felt like she was being rolled into a tiny ball and tossed in the air. Her father buggered his way back into her tortured tail, and Chris drew out of her cunt. She drove her head forward and tried to swallow Al's dork.

Everything faded, became a glittering haze of pleasure as the three cocks pushed into her. Her hands reached blindly, touched someone, curled around another stiff tool. She didn't even look to see whose it was, and began pumping her fist on it.

"Jesus, I wish I'd thought of that," Joan granted as she watched. Micaela had three cocks in her, and was pumping her fist on a fourth.

Micaela was oblivious to everything. All that existed was cock. She wasn't even sure how many she had. She felt as if she was one mammoth male organ. Then Chris and her father and Al all pulled out at the same time, and she was empty, except for the heads of their dongs. Then they pushed back into her, and she thought she was going to die from the sudden glutting of her channels.

She was cumming. She swirled away on a crimson, lightning-shot cloud of lust as the thunderous orgasm raged through her. The cock in her ass began to jump. The semen jetting into her was like gasoline on a raging fire. The cock in her cunt felt the spurtings through her partition, and suddenly she was being hosed by two dicks. Then Al rammed his cock down her throat. She choked on his spurtings and fountainings, as her hand was spattered by another man's jizm. She sailed away on a raging flood of cum, a tiny chip in a maelstrom of male lust. She felt her father lie forward on top of her. He cuddled her tenderly as his prick emptied itself in her butt. Then everything went dark.

She roused a few moments later. Her tail hole pinched shut, drove out her father's flaccid, exhausted prick. He got off her, and she was suddenly the center of his sisters' attention.

"You okay?" Gabby asked as she wiped the sweat off Micaela's forehead.

"I need something to wash my mouth out with," Micaela said weakly.

"Have some beer," Patty offered.

"Dammit, I got left out," Kerry complained.

He was instantly engulfed in females. Each one tried to get his cock. Joan won, and immediately drove herself down on it. Patty sat on his face, smothering him with her tender twat. Gabby shoved his hand into her pussy.

Micaela was on her back with her legs over her father's lap and her head on Chris's thigh. He was fondling one of her tits absently. Her father was stroking her thigh.

She thought of the years ahead, and slipped off into a hazy, erotic dream.