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  "I'm going to shoot right up your hole baby!" Cora gasped. She squeezed the big red testicles of the dildo and then almost screamed triumphantly–"I've come, you bitch! I've come and shot a hot load in you! Doesn't that feel good?"

  Amazed, Charisse saw a white milky fluid seep from her mother's pussy as they both quivered and contorted in the throes of their orgasm Apparently, squeezing the balls of the dildo had ejaculated the white, milky fluid into her mother's still twitching pussy.

  Still crouching at the keyhole she knew she must leave now that the immoral frenzy she had just seen was over. It would be terrible if they discovered her at the door!

  "Let's get back to the party, Cora dear," she heard her mother whispering.

  "O.K., just let me feel those darling tits of yours once more–and then off we go to those damned squares outside!"

  As she saw Cora mouth her mother's naked nipples, she turned away from the door, straightened up and walked tensely into her bedroom. Confused thoughts were struggling with the scene she had just witnessed. Her mother, her idol, the strong beautiful woman she worshipped had just engaged in an act with another woman which most people would deem obscene. And yet, in spite of the evidence of her own eyes, Charisse knew that her mother was good–and honest. No matter what a million gossip sheets might say, she knew that her own mother could never do anything basically wrong. She still was absent-mindedly fingering her wet crotch, and as she thought of what she had just seen, she pulled her panties down her legs. Without the thin material in the way, she began to work her fingers up and down between her cuntlips. The warm feeling in her pussy began to spread, and just as she thought of how her mother and Cora had shrieked their comes, her cunt began to twitch violently. Even though she had masturbated before, Charisse had never come like this. Cuntjuice just seemed to ooze from her as she moaned in the throes of the most intense come of her young life.

  "Oh mother, mother, how could you," Charisse whispered to herself as her come came to an end. Feeling her wet pussy, with cuntjuice actually dribbling down her legs, she decided to take a shower and then go to bed.

  Tiptoeing to the bathroom, she noticed that her mother's bedroom door was wide open; apparently Cora and Minna had rejoined the others. The alcoholic gaiety of the party was still going on, but as she passed the door to her father's bedroom, she stopped at the sound of his voice. What was he doing in his bedroom while his guests were partying?

  Someone answered her father and it sounded like a woman's voice. Her curiosity was aroused, and boldly she bent down to the keyhole of her father's room. Surely her father wasn't cheating on Minna and frigging a woman guest from the party! Her father was nice, but really such a weakling–she couldn't see him being aggressive enough to shove his thing between a strange woman's legs. He probably only did it with mother because she let him! So what on earth was happening? Who was really cheating and being cheated on?

  The sight that met Charisse's eyes this time astounded her. Her father was lying back on the bed, his pants and underwear completely off. There was a completely naked blonde girl on the bed with him, with wide supple hips, generously curved breasts and a mouth that looked like a painted red gash.

  "You're warming me up Charlie," the girl was saying to her father. "Just a little more of that . . . huh, sugar . . . "she wheedled.

  Charisse was glued to the keyhole. A little more of what, she wondered. And then she knew. The blonde had been sitting on her father's chest, legs astride and facing him. Suddenly, she shifted her position forward and opening her legs wider, she seemed to sit down on her father's mouth. Her father began to move rhythmically as the girl's cuntlips and his lips seemed to meet in a sucking, writhing contract

  "Oh, you bastard," the girl gasped, you've got your goddamn tongue right on my clitty and I'm coming, I'm coming!" . . . her wail trailed off as her torso performed a series of shuddering contortions, her pussy still being sucked by her father's lips.

  As her father worked his face from between the girl's legs, he smirked and said, "Turn about fair play, honey!"

  Shifting her position the girl kneeled over her father's middle and then she saw her grasp her father's penis.

  "My but Daddy's got a bigger prick than I expected," she said to herself.

  She had never seen anything that thick or stiff in her life. The head of it was deep-pink and throbbed like a living thing. As the blonde's big wet lips closed over her father's cock, she heard him say, "Now give me a real good blow job, Sheila. After all, if you want a part in one of my TV shows, just consider this an audition . . . "

  He said nothing more as Sheila's mouth sucked up and down his huge, stiff shaft. All he could do, apparently, was to moan encouragingly as the girl's cocksucking pace increased.

  Charisse watched his glistening, tremendous cock with a feeling of awe. She never would have dreamt that a mild-mannered man like her father could be the possessor of such a virile dick. Maybe there was a good reason that mother had married him after all. She hadn't seen any cocks to speak of, except on statues or in text-books, but her father had a cock you had to respect.

  Suddenly, her father pushed the blonde girl's head away from his penis.

  "I want to shoot in your twat!" she heard him say coarsely.

  Again she gazed at his tremendous penis. It seemed to be at least nine inches long, with the head looking like a big oval vibrator as it quivered and glistened with Sheila's saliva on it. Her father's testicles matched his cock, looking like two huge tomatoes covered with hair.

  Her father turned abruptly, and as the blonde Sheila spread her legs, he thrust his penis into her pink, golden-bushed pussy. Sheila gasped as his cock rammed completely up her vagina.

  "Give it to me Charlie, shove it all the way up my twat!" Sheila moaned as he started to fuck her in earnest, his cock ramming in and out of her wet cunt with a steadily increasing rhythm.

  The sight of a real cock, instead of a dildo, seemed to excite Charisse even more as she watched the frigging, tossing bodies on the bed. She wasn't wearing her panties, and she could feel the hot wet juice from her pussy starting to dribble down between her legs, as she watched Sheila being fucked by her father.

  Charles Mantell, TV producer was thoroughly enjoying the frigging "audition" he was giving the voluptuous young actress. He edged up and spread her legs wider, so that his dong could plunge more deeply into her moist, pink cunt.

  Charisse felt a twinge of jealousy as she saw that huge stiff prick of her father's going in and out of the blonde's cunt. If her father's cock could give such pleasure to another woman, why was her mother allowing her vagina to be invaded by a rubber dildo? Sheila's hips began to writhe and twitch under the steady ramming of her father's cock. As Sheila threshed from side to side, Charisse sensed that her orgasm wasn't far off.

  Unconsciously her hand dropped down to her own drooling pussy, and for the second time that night Charisse began to keep time to a hump rhythm with her fingers in her cunt. Her own pussy's excitement mounted as she watched Sheila's heightening passion under the onslaught of her father's dick.

  She dreaded being caught spying through the keyhole, and masturbating her own cunny at the same time . . . what was happening to her. And yet, fascinated by her father's pistoning cock sliding in and out of Sheila's blonde-bushed twat, she couldn't tear herself away.

  "Give me your cock . . . ram it in up to Your balls, Charlie . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . ." Sheila pleaded as she felt her orgasm welling up within her vagina.

  "I'm going to shoot my load . . . shoot my scum into that blonde cunt of yours . . . " Charles Mantell groaned as he rammed his cock so deeply into the blonde's cunt, that his balls literally slapped against her cuntlips.

  "Oh God . . . you're making me come, you're making me come Charlie . . . shoot, shoot your goddamn load all the way up my cunt," the writhing blonde literally shrieked as her lovely torso contorted into a come of staggering proportions. Charisse could see the lips of her cunt prac
tically curling and sucking around her father's jerking cock.

  "I feel your hot cum in me," the blonde sobbed, "Oh, shoot all that sweet ball-juice to me, daddy, I'm gonna milk it to the last drop.

  Her father moaned and now he was pumping his penis in and out erratically–holding it in for many seconds, and then thrusting convulsively into Sheila's pussy.

  "I'm coming, too! I'm coming, too!" her father groaned as his arms closed around Sheila's convulsing torso. Then, "Milk that cock, baby, get the last drop out into that sweet pussy . . . "

  Charisse kept watching them, her hand still between her cuntlips, her finger lightly moving on her clitoris. Then she remembered she had been on the way to the bathroom to wipe her pussy and continued to the toilet.

  She looked in the mirror and noticed that her face was flushed. She just couldn't take her finger away from her clitty, and as she played with it, her yearning, indefinable sensation built up more and more within her. She knew she was on the brink of coming and stopped for a moment to savor the sensation in her cunt . . . to prolong it just as much as she could.

  For some reason, visions of Cora, the dildo ramming in and out of her mother's pussy seemed to dominate her mind.

  "I'll bet that dildo feels better than a man's thing . . . mother must know best!" she murmured to herself as she began her autoerotic cunt and clitoris massage once again.

  She wondered why her mother was always foremost in her mind. Her mother was definitely the strong, decisive person in her parents marriage. Dad was a nice man, in a mild, namby-pamby sort of way. But Minna Mantell, the singing star, overflowing with life, vitality and a positive personality, was Charisse's ideal. She could feel much more, was actually always closer to her mother than her father. In a sense, that was one of the reasons she had impetuously run away from school.

  If her mother would only make Charisse her private secretary-companion, that would be career enough for her. And, in this fixation on her mother, she realized that she was different from the other girls in school who mostly bragged and talked about their fathers.

  She had an idea she turned to her mother, because her mother somehow seemed to be a stronger haven of security.

  She put her hand back on her vagina and parting the wet lips with her forefinger, she let it play on her stiff clitoris once again. The hygiene teacher had warned all the girls against masturbation, but how could something that felt this good be bad?

  As she kept playing with her clitoris and her finger got wet, she fancied that it was Cora's dildo that was going into her hot pussy. But it wasn't Cora who was wearing the dildo, it was her mother Minna, gently shoving the rubber prick between her cuntlips.

  She came so suddenly and so strongly, that for a moment she thought her body was actually going into convulsions. There was a veritable gush of cuntjuice on her hand, her inner thighs, drops of it on the floor as her cunt spasmed in the most shattering come she had ever experienced.

  "Oh my God," she said to herself as the waves of the intense orgasm began to recede . . . " If I can feel this way by just masturbating after seeing people fucking, what will the real thing be like."

  "Probably blow my mind!" she giggled to herself as she carefully washed her pussy, dried herself off and left for her bedroom.

  CHAPTER 3

  Even though she was up at the crack of dawn the next day and showered, made-up and dressed–she just lounged around in her room. She pondered the events of the previous evening . . . that was certainly quite a party and it had taught her more in one night then the hygiene teacher could in a year. She had heard about dildos, and Lesbians, and jokes about TV producers and budding actresses–but to really see and experience these things! And in the person of her own parents! She just couldn't get over it

  "Well, sleepy head," her mother greeted her as they were having their coffee. "I was just coming in to wake you up," Minna said. "We're going to have to have a long talk about what comes next for you . . . but have your coffee first, darling," she laughed. "Time enough later for the serious things."

  As Charisse saw her parents, dressed and talking like parents and not like a couple of sex-crazed hippies, she wondered if they could be the same two people she saw disporting themselves so flagrantly last night. Well, if they could be so nonchalant about everything, why then so could she

  "How many people were at the party last night, Mother?" she asked.

  Minna, a bit taken aback by Charisse's question, answered, "Oh, there were only around seven or eight, but I guess they really must have sounded like seventy with all the noise they were making . . . "

  "You're right, and they all seemed to be parked right outside my door," Charisse commented.

  "They must have kept you up then . . . ?" Charles Mantell half-questioned his daughter.

  "As a matter of fact, I was all excited about being home and just couldn't fall asleep all night. I think I just dozed off for a few hours at dawn," Charisse told her father.

  She noticed that her mother and father exchanged quick glances and then looked away. They still thought of her as a child, and if she was up, she could see the question in their eyes, "Had Charisse seen or noticed anything of their hi-jinx in the bedrooms?"

  "Was that Jack Lennard at the party?" Charisse asked sweetly. "I hate that phony!"

  "What makes you come out with a crack like that about one of your father's business associates?" her mother said. "Why, Uncle Jack has always thought the world of you! What brings this on?"

  "Well, to tell you the truth, that old goat is always trying to feel me up whenever he's around here . . . I just hope he doesn't find me alone in the house sometimes," Charisse answered.

  "Now really, Charisse," her father chimed in, "I think we can trust Uncle Jack with anything . . . "

  "Anything? Really?" Charisse questioned with a hint of mocking in her voice. She only wished her father had once seen "Uncle Jack" feeling her asscheeks and then starting for her titties . . .

  Minna looked at her wonderingly. This way of talking was unusual for Charisse. She generally acted like a good, docile child–but noting her swelling breasts and curved hips, Minna Mantell suddenly realized that her daughter had matured. She was a lovely, sexually desirable young woman now, completely mature physically, even though she was still a schoolgirl.

  Minna kept looking at her daughter's lush body and then blushed, embarrassed by the thought of "Mr. Dildo" and how he would look moving between Charisse's white thighs . . . She would really have to keep Mr. Dildo out of her mind, even though that was a wonderful session last night with Cora.

  "Well, was Mr. Lennard at the party?" Charisse persisted in questioning her parents.

  "He was one of our guests," her father replied.

  "I did hear some people last night," Charisse said," and I thought that braying laugh of his woke me up. I didn't get back to sleep again for quite awhile . . . "

  Charisse knew that the thought that she was floating around during the revels of the previous evening were making both her parents quite uncomfortable, and took a sadistic pleasure in baiting them. After all, they were both guilty of immoral acts in their own way–and what she had seen them do had gotten her so stirred up that she had to masturbate twice!

  "Little pitchers shouldn't have big ears," her mother said trying to gloss over last night.

  "Don't talk to me as if I were a twelve-year-old, Mother! I'm a grownup girl and maybe I understand a lot more than you think I do," Charisse hinted. "I think your 'Uncle Jack' and that blonde would-be TV actress, Sheila, are having an affair!"

  "Why, whatever makes you think such thoughts?" her mother asked, trying to keep her poise.

  "Well, some of the noises I heard last night sure sounded as if certain people were balling it up!"

  "Are you sure you know the meaning of that phrase, Charisse?" her father asked uncomfortably.

  "I certainly do, Dad," she said pointedly. "Even the comic books these days are really very outspoken. You should take some time
out from producing your TV shows and look them over. They might give you some good ideas for a new show."

  "Now, I think that's quite enough on that subject," her father said uncertainly.

  But Charisse, sensing she was pricking their weak spots, kept right on. "That Sheila, the one who wants to be a TV star, she really is a big mouth. I think she made more noise than anyone else at the party. If she ever gets on a TV show, she won't need a microphone!"

  "Well, just what did you hear?" her mother asked.

  "Oh, it really just adds up to a lot of interesting background noises in the bedrooms. Maybe it's just a little schoolgirl's imagination," Charisse said sarcastically, "but Dad would sure have a hit show if he could put them on the air!"

  Charisse looked at both her parents and could see that this last remark of hers had really rattled them. She was glad. They both deserved to be blasted out of their smugness in believing her just a simple little girl.