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Even In The Best Families 4: Ain't No Mountain High
Enough
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
When does a good thing become an obsession? What
happens when the boundaries of acceptable behavior are
pushed so far back, one loses sight of the last fork in
the road? (Mf, inc, ped)
***
When Charlie Rich sang "Behind Closed Doors," he must
surely have had some precognitive flashes as to certain
escapades later to be played out in the Richardson
household!
It would be a matter of routine pensmanship now, to
recount the many two and three-way sexual encounters
that, following the events of Chapter Three, were to
become common-place between Greg, his wife and young
daughter. Shelley herself was most probably the chief
catalysing participant, demanding more and more liberal
experimentation with her father and mother – frequently
at the same time. Communal lick-fests, rated through
the roof. (No pun intended)
Tracey’s sexual appetite knew no limits either and
nothing got her flowing quicker these days than
watching Greg taking his young daughter to the dizziest
of heights, whilst she knelt center-quilt on all fours
fully naked, as he penetrated her in the method favored
by Corgis and German Shepherds alike. Kissing her
daughter face to face, whilst her husband’s cock slid
deep into Shelley’s under-age, and fully incestuous
little pussy, really was helping to rack up those
frequent-flyer points.
Whilst Shelley would then lie moaning and sated on the
covers, clutching at her sore labia to stem the flow of
her father’s procreative gel, Tracey would further
tease her husband with many a party trick... .whatever
it took to get herself fucked to the edge of reason and
with the knowledge that her fourteen-year old daughter
was watching – and hopefully taking notes.
Of late, they had been getting Shelley to dress-up in
her school uniform nights for many a prolonged session.
Tracey had even taken-up the hem of her daughter’s
skirt – to levels of sheer indecency, simply to further
enhance the visuals. Sometimes they made her wear a
skimpy little bra and panties, other days no underwear
at all – depending on their debauched state of mind one
presumes. Shelley’s personal favorite was to have her
father grab her when she walked into her bedroom, back-
pack over her shoulders, and then have him play-rape
her across the bed whilst she struggled and acted the
helpless little teenager. Did wonders for Tracey too!
So yeah, they did it all. Not only that – they did it
everywhere, including as you may recall from the last
chapter –Greg fucking his sexy little girl one
afternoon after picking her up from school, in the
front seat of their Chrysler Voyager. So hot did that
prove, it became pretty much a Friday night fixture on
the Richardson household’s "to-do" list!
Illicit sex though is after all, as easy to get hooked-
on as any other habit-forming substance, ultimately
requiring more and more of it in order to maintain the
same high. When every position, point-of-entry, role-
play, fantasy and three-way indulgence has been tried
and mastered, true deviates such as the Richardson's
are forced to confront the shocking reality that they
are going to have to cross the line somewhere in order
to maintain the rush!
"Admit it Tracey, you have wondered what it would be
like... right?" Greg seemed to be hanging off her
answer.
"I’ve wondered all sorts of things Greg," she answered
evasively, but recognising that a more direct answer
was called-for added, "Let’s be realistic... how can we
even contemplate having friends come over with the sole
purpose of fucking our teenage daughter? Besides, it’d
be rape Greg!"
"Well Trace," he replied slowly, "I’d say some of the
stuff we’ve been doing to Shelley the past few weeks
has been pretty close to rape anyway. Besides, you know
what? I reckon she’d go along with it... so long as we
were there anyway. She’s into it as much as we are."
Tracey was silent for a moment. The thought of seeing
her little girl with other men... forcibly or willingly
was almost too hot to imagine. No wonder her hand was
back in its spiritual home between her legs.
She looked across at her husband. If anything, the
beginnings of a wicked smile was discernible about the
lips.
The following Friday afternoon then, Tracey herself
picked Shelley up at school.
"Where’s Dad?’ the girl asked, a little surprised at
his absence and expecting of course the now routine lap
work-out in their garage, as soon as they got home.
"Your father couldn’t make it sweetheart," Tracey
smiled at her, "He got caught up with some business
acquaintance downtown. Said he’d be home in time for
dinner though."
Truth is, they had planned on Shelley getting herself
just that much more wound-up and expectant, being
denied her usual Friday night front-seat tango. Tracey
felt something trickling down her inner thigh as she
turned into their driveway, watching the auto-sensor
raise the garage door slowly.
"May as well go make a start on your homework Shell,"
said Tracey, giving the young girl a pat on her pert
little bottom as she spoke. "Dinner will be at least a
couple of hours, so you may as well use the time
constructively."
Rather enjoying momentarily the contact in that area,
she smiled back at her mother, "What do you think I
should wear for dad tonight mom?"
"Something sexy sweetheart... as always," she giggled
in spite of herself. "You know he likes short skirts
Shell... or just leave your uniform on... whatever!"
Even as she unpacked the shopping, her mind was racing
ahead of itself. Just what excitement was in store for
them all tonight?
Having set the table, Shelley was helping her mother
with a few last minute preparations when she heard the
key in the lock of the front door.
"It’s dad," she called out, already half-way along the
hallway. She meant to give him a special welcome
tonight! As the door opened though she skidded to a
halt.
"Whoa there young lady," said Greg. "This is Ian, a
friend of mine from the office."
Right then, Ian’s attention was most definitely on the
vision before him. "Fourteen? Greg had mentioned his
daughter to be. This, surely could not be her? Clad in
an ultra-short tartan skirt with low-cut top that left
little to the imagination, no way could those hot
little breasts jiggling before him, belong to a
fourteen-year old? Added to which, that curvy waist and
rounded set of hips proclaimed a teenager of at least
sixteen or seventeen?
"Pleased to meet you, my name’s Shelley," said the
vision... giggling. Ian was so glad he came.
"Hello daddy," she said, crushing herself up against
her father. Ian made a mental note - he was going to
have to train his own nine-year old daughter in matters
of welcoming, when she was a few years older.
Introducing Ian to his wife, the three of them then
trouped-in to the dining room. "Can you fix the drinks
hun, while I serve-up?" said Tracey, retracing her
steps to the kitchen.
"Can I have some wine daddy?" Shelley begged of her
father.
Greg smiled to himself, she could have the whole damn
bottle as far as he was concerned. Given what he had
planned for her, she was going to need more than a few
glasses before the night was out!
"Sure baby," he replied, "but just take it easy, we
don’t want any drunk schoolgirls around."
Ian immediately was visualising just that. He tried
dismissing the notion but without success.
The roast was a hit alright but to be honest, the wine
was having as pronounced an effect on the adults as
Shelley herself. More than once, Greg was seized with
an overpowering urge to drag his daughter out of her
chair, push her face down across the table-cloth and
rape her then and there.
Ian was faring little better, especially given that
Shelley was sitting right alongside him and the
presence of the quite obviously sexy-as-all-hell
teenager was having an effect let’s say – and not one
that you could immediately see either!
Tracey was already playing out in her mind the
possibilities here. She smiled at her daughter, re-
filling her wine-glass as she did so.
Dinner was cleared away and dessert served, by which
time the wine had done its job and everyone was feeling
pretty damn good. Greg and Ian were in some deep
corporate discussion.
"Come on guys," Tracey said. "Forget business for a
while. Anyone want to see a movie?" She turned to Ian,
"We just got ourselves a whole new surround-sound
package, it’s really cool!"
They adjourned to the lounge-room where after going
through rows of DVDs, decided to watch the Gone in 60
Seconds remake.
Shelley was getting restless. Having gone to all this
trouble to look sexy for her father, here he was
talking business with his friend and now watching a
crappy movie. Sitting beside him on the lounge, with
Ian away to her left and her mom in the chair almost
opposite, the wine especially was making her feel
decidedly needful. How then to convey her global
dissatisfaction?
Freeing her hand from his (they often held hands
watching television, simply as a show of closeness.
They had done this since she was four or five) she laid
her hand on her father’s thigh, sliding it
surreptitiously inwards.
It was at this point that Angelina Jolie was seeing fit
to straddle Nicolas Cage’s lap in the driving seat,
with a view the camera supposes, to imminently
combining their bodily fluids.
Fully inevitable therefore that the viewing audience
right then, should find their minds on similar scenes
of in-house arousal. Out of the corner of his eye and
having no wish to stare you can well understand, Ian
thought he saw his friend’s hand inching its way
beneath his daughter’s skirt which he had already noted
was short enough to launch a thousand erections. Tracey
of course, given her viewing angle, was watching her
husband’s illicit digital progress with keen interest.
Shelley could not suppress the lightest of sighs as her
father’s hand encroached on her panties – the tartiest
little red knickers she could find in her undies-
drawer. Her fingers closed around her father’s erection
both in encouragement and appreciation of his up-skirt
exploratory.
Now Ian was looking! What else could you expect? Not
every day one gets to see a father indecently molesting
his teenage daughter just a yard or so from where
you’re sitting. He didn’t even notice his own hand
moving ever closer to his crotch, aware as he vaguely
was, of what was going-on from a physiological
viewpoint, in that particular area.
Watching as Greg began quite obviously rubbing the
young girl’s pussy beneath her skirt, he was further
shocked to notice Tracey slipping her hands up between
her own legs as she watched the arousing tableau at the
far end of the lounge. No one was paying the slightest
attention to the movie let’s say.
Greg had more or less hinted earlier that his wife was
inclined towards sexual "experimentation" as it were,
and this had most certainly been at the back of Ian’s
mind when he accepted his friend’s dinner invitation.
Never in a million years though had he expected to
witness incestuous behavior like this... and the girl
didn’t even seem to mind!
From Shelley’s viewpoint and thinking that the wine
must be having something to do with it, sitting there
in front of a complete stranger, with her father’s
hands in her panties as they currently were, was making
her unbelievably hot. With both hands behind her waist,
she was arching her back in pleasure at his
ministrations, fully aware how provocative a pose she
must be striking, her breasts so graphically outlined
in that tight little top, a fact that had not gone
unnoticed by Ian.
Equally embarrassed as he was aroused, Greg’s friend
figured he was quite obviously an unnecessary pawn in
the game-plan at hand and announced suddenly,
"Hey, look guys, I think I’d better be getting along."
He didn’t add, "before this erection breaks free from
my zipper," but he may as well have - it was the truth!
"You wimping out Ian?" Greg replied, the hand in his
daughter’s knickers not missing a beat. "The least you
could do surely, is to let my wife know you enjoyed her
cooking. Go over and see if she needs any help." He
nodded in Tracey’s direction.
"Greg," she cried out, some three-quarters on the way
to her destination. "That is soo crude!’
"Yeah?" he answered her, "Well we talked about being
even cruder if I remember rightly! C’mon Trace, let Ian
help out!"
Well put it this way - his friend wasn’t headed for the
front door any longer.
Patting his knee, he could hardly believe his good
fortune when Tracey got up from her chair, came over
and settled daintily in his lap. Whatever the hell Greg
was doing to his daughter was suddenly of little
interest... what he might be able to do to this very
youthful-looking and attractive young wife was his sole
concern.
Experimentally, he kissed her neck and was rewarded by
a light gasp. Already the heat from her bottom was
transferring itself in latent energy to his lap and if
he wasn’t mistaken, those beautiful breasts that he
could see curving away to the south were begging for
some communal contact. He kissed her again – just
beneath the hairline. The sigh was louder!
Seeing her mother being kissed by a stranger was doing
seriously worrying things to Shelley... not that she
was seriously worried you understand.
"Can I sit on you dad?" she asked, looking up at her
father with a look of quizzical detachment. In answer,
he simply hit the remote, closing down the dvd and sat
back on the lounge. She hopped on, careful not to close
up her legs by so much as a degree.
Wriggling about, simply to amplify the contact between
that hot little bottom and her father’s knee, she
watched as he slipped both hands now back up under her
skirt where he resumed rubbing the front of her
panties, feeling his daughter’s wetness and arousal.
Tracey meanwhile was permitting Ian to kiss her full-on
and in so doing, his left hand had circumnavigated her
hips and was now in the process of inching her dress
upwards. As her panties were exposed, he took heart
from the fact she was offering no resistance. Kissing
her deeper, he whispered, "You are so beautiful Tracey,
you really are."
The right words at the right time! She could feel his
erection in its full glory beneath her bottom and this
added to the tease-factor. "Women have such power" she
couldn’t help thinking. His other hand closed over her
breasts and she wriggled in pleasure. Another man’s
hands on her was the hottest thing she had ever
experienced and with the knowledge that her husband
could see it all, was tipping her over into red-heat.
It was tipping her daughter in the same direction.
Watching Ian as he began to fondle her mom’s breasts
was having its effect between her own legs. Would she?
she wondered, permit Ian to do the same thing to her...
how far would she go? Would her father let him? For now
though, that which Greg was already doing to her, was
creating havoc with her procreative nerve-endings. If
the truth be known, she just wanted her dad to fuck her
any which way!
Ian slipped his hands upwards and beneath the leg
elastic where he encountered two things. A silky
softness and heat! Unable to prevent a gasp escaping
her lips, Tracey stared down at the hand inside her
panties as a stranger’s fingers prised apart her labia
while with his other hand he was cupping her right
breast and gently fondling it. Gripped by extreme
arousal rather than sluttish intent, she spread her
legs more, allowing greater freedom of movement and
increased potential for digital penetration.
Glancing across at his wife, Greg was now kissing his
daughter passionately as he continued fingering her
with dexterous pleasure. She wasn’t the only one
suffering withdrawal from the normal Friday-afternoon
lap-session in the Voyager. He wanted Shelley more than
anything now and the fact that his good friend was
going to watch him address exactly that need, even
while the man himself sexually assaulted his wife right
there beside them on the lounge, was just icing on the
cake.
Pushing Shelley on her back, he made short work of
pulling her panties down which brought forth a few fake
gasps of shock. Then holding her legs apart he knelt
between them and extricated that which he might need
for the job at hand. Ian it must be said, was indeed a
keen observer, taken up as he was with his own digital
incursions.
Unable to focus on three things at once – a fourteen-
year old’s exposed genitalia, teenage breasts jiggling
about almost free of their top, or the sensation of his
fingers in the mother’s pussy, Ian could merely thank
the God of opportunity that Greg was his work-mate!
"He’s not going to fuck mom is he?" Shelley whispered
to her father as he pushed hard into her.
"That’s up to your mom I guess," Greg answered finding
every little thing pretty damn good at this time. "What
would you say though if he asked if he could fuck you
sweetheart??"
"Ohhhh," she let out as he thrust up into her big time,
"You wouldn’t let him would you dad? Oh God that feels
fantastic... keep doing it!"
Tracey at that moment, was at her biologically most
vulnerable point. Orgasmically on the edge, watching
her daughter being penetrated to depths unknown was as
great a stimulant as the fully indecent attentions of
this rather attractive man whose hands were roaming at
will her every portal and protuberance. Just one more
caress of her clitoris and she was a lost cause.
As it happened - that one caress and Greg’s final
thrust into his daughter’s twilight zone came at the
same moment, plunging both girls into their respective
Never Never Land. Shelley let out a cry of unhinged
pleasured release while Tracey just lay back on her
newly come-by lover letting it wash over her. Poor Ian
had never experienced so drenching a flood... but there
again, neither had Noah!
Not a lot in the way of conversation ensued for a few
minutes. Shelley sat up, retrieved her panties and
wriggled back into them, much to Ian’s viewing
pleasure. Tracey smoothed her dress down and sat there
breathing heavily but contentedly.
"Why don’t we go upstairs for a while?" suggested Greg,
"It might be more comfortable." No one but a cretin
could have misinterpreted his meaning!
Despite the Richardson’s master bedroom offering up
space and comfort by the truckload, It was after all
their King-size bed to which the awesome foursome
gravitated. Whether by intention or design, Shelley
found herself at the center of an outer-circle of
heavy-breathing adults.
"What?" she said, "Why are you all looking at me?"
She didn’t get any further as her father somewhat
roughly pushed her back on the coverlet. "Would you
like to kiss her?" he asked of Ian?
"If... if she’d let me?" the man answered tentatively.
"Wait a minute dad," she said to him. "You want me to
let him kiss me... and what else?"
"Up to you sweetheart," Greg replied. "No rules here –
whatever you feel like!" He was unable to disguise the
smirk that now inched its way across his face. Tracey
was feeling the urge to return a hand to her panties,
if not hers - Ian’s. Seemed though he might soon be
taken up with other duties seeing as he had moved in
towards Shelley and was now kissing her gently. The
reality of the moment far outstripped the earlier
fantasies. Greg moved alongside her and whispered
softly, "Take your dress off Trace."
For some reason, stripping to her underwear in front of
another man just added gloss to the situation.
Ian wasn’t watching though. All he was able to
consider, was the searingly hot image of a cute
teenager’s hot breasts and slim semi-exposed thighs,
both within groping distance. That she was letting him
kiss her was one hell of a start!
At the point he allowed himself the luxury of slipping
a hand up the girl’s skirt he felt her stiffen slightly
as she glanced urgently at her father. "You don’t mind
him doing this to me daddy?" she half-smiled. Greg
however was more than occupied fingering his wife’s
pussy and just grunted, "It’s fine with me love. Just
let it happen."
Inevitable contact with the young girl’s panties –
right at the strategic point, was blowing Ian’s sanity.
How far would she permit him to go he wondered? As he
began rubbing her there softly he could feel her legs
widen and those were inarguably fully definable girlish
moans he was hearing. So short was that skirt, he could
now see her hot little red panties and the outline of
her sex beneath. Pushing in slightly, he felt the
labial lips separating.
Lying pretty much beside her daughter, Tracey could
only stare at the man’s hand between her legs as it
continued to masturbate the girl externally. Shelley
was wriggling about, fully uncaring that her skirt now
was up around her hips - a beacon for lustful intent.
"Get her tits out Ian," Greg encouraged his friend,
even as he tugged his wife’s panties below her knees.
One glance at that scenario by Ian was all it took to
spur his further interaction. Pushing the girl’s top
up, exposing her slim waistline and fully unblemished
skin, he uncovered her flimsy little bra and in the one
continuing movement, hooked his fingers beneath it and
tugged both her breasts free of the impediment.
Shelley gasped as her nipples were exposed and
instinctively tried to cover herself. Warming to his
task however, Ian forced her arms back down and
inclined his head towards her right breast whereupon he
began both licking and nuzzling that soft milky orb.
It was driving Tracey insane... Greg too if the truth
be known. Seeing their daughter being sexually
assaulted, exceeded their wildest dreams. "Fuck me
Greg," she demanded, her sole item of remaining
clothing being but that strapless bra. Given his
erection par-excellence, fucking his wife was the least
of tasks. She drew her knees up as he entered her,
still watching intently Ian’s hand as it massaged and
squeezed her daughter’s hot little breasts.
Shelley was a seething mass of emotions. Arousal,
embarrassment, pleasure, apprehension... even a touch
of humiliation. It had been one thing to fool around
with her mother and father in the privacy of their own
home but allowing herself to be groped like a slut was
something different. It was also sexually exciting and
something she sensed both her parents wanted her to do.
Was she expected to go the whole way though and to let
this man fuck her right here on her parent’s bed? Did
she want this herself?
Ian certainly did! Half mad with desire and watching
keenly as Greg’s cock penetrated his fully-flushed wife
to the hilt once more, he felt his own burning and
throbbing erection fighting for survival beneath his
zipper. That he simply had to fuck this teenager now
was beyond question. Quite obviously her parents wanted
this too. And yet she was only fourteen and semi-
exposed as she now was pretty much – she looked it.
"Can I fuck you sweetheart?" he asked her plaintively.
Even before she knew why, she was nodding her assent.
Spurred-on by the carnality of what he was witnessing
right alongside him, Greg was giving his wife a lesson
in human-relationships. Never had he felt more in
control – never had she felt more like a cave-girl
about to be impregnated by the whole tribe.
As for Ian, given the go-ahead by his young conquest,
he was now pulling the girl’s panties down with little
thought for decorum. The skirt was an afterthought.
Staring now at her utterly exposed triangle of cute
little brown curls and the onset of a few giggles as
she pretended to cover her breasts in a thoroughly
endearing show of false modesty, he felt his lust
topping out. He had her just how he wanted her – naked,
vulnerable and spread.
Kneeling there paying homage to a sight that social
etiquette teaches us is wholly out of bounds, he was
virtually catatonic. As if to confirm that what he was
looking at was anything but a mirage, he inserted a
finger deep into the girl’s pussy. She gave a little
wriggle of surprise causing a trickle of semen to run
down the inside of her leg, the sight of which flipped
Ian over into hyperdrive.
Unzipping his pants, he extricated his long-suffering
erection and held it in front of him as if waiting for
his lady’s colors at the joust. Shelley just stared at
it while Tracey orchestrated her legs so that at least
three other men could have gotten themselves into her,
had they been on hand.
At the point Ian thrust up into fantasyland, Tracey
just let out a semi-shocked "Oh Greg!!" staring as her
daughter’s pussy played host for the first time to a
complete stranger.
"You have such sexy tits sweetie," Ian murmured, both
hands now on the girl’s chest as they abused and
fondled the soft mounds.
Shelley could not speak... could hardly come up with
any rational thought even as she lay there permitting
the illicit penetration. Her entire world presently was
one of submission as the man’s cock ground its will the
length and breadth of her tight slit. Her hips she knew
were angling upwards to meet his thrusts and in that,
she knew she was pleasing him. The more he abused her
little breasts, the more she wanted it.
With a cry of unheralded pleasure, Greg emptied
whatever he had left in reserve, as far up inside his
wife’s vagina as was biologically possible. It was a
physical release the like of which he had never
previously attained.
So transported was Tracey by the unfolding events, the
shock-waves just kept coming. It felt like every nerve
ending between her nipples and knees had been wired-up
to a commercial wet-cell battery. All she could do was
to take her daughter’s hand. Slipping into a vacuum
herself, contact with her mother’s fingers lent Shelley
valuable female support. It was as if the two of them
were sharing the same rape fantasy.
Shelley was actually crying-out in emotional bliss when
Ian began to spurt wildly inside her. She felt the hot
cum re-lining her vaginal walls and clenched her
internal muscles to ensure her partner was drained of
any and all cum. Ian himself was a mess, rocking back
on his knees now a fully spent force.
Shelley was making no attempt to close up her legs,
simply lying there, clutching her pussy and moaning
audibly. So much cum was running out of her, one might
think Ian was the last of a dozen rapists.
Greg eased his way over to his daughter and leaning
over he kissed her gently. Unable to help himself, he
laid a hand on her pussy.
"Oh no more dad please," she muttered, "I’m soo
sensitive down there at the minute."
Ian took the chance to assist Tracey in sitting up.
"She did say I could do that to her you know?" he said,
as if seeking some third-party justification. "It was
incredible..."
Hugging her legs, Tracey looked enquiringly at him.
"Have you ever thought of doing anything like that with
your own daughter Ian?"
"God no," he answered quickly, "Least not until
tonight!" he added, sitting there unsure as to whether
or not he should continue. "But you know Tracey, I just
don’t know how I will ever be able to look at her now
and not think about tonight. I realise she’s only
nine... ten in a couple of weeks actually - and I would
never do anything to her but I know when she starts
‘developing’ it’s going to be real hard not to think
about stuff... daughter or not."
"Tracey," Greg called out, "lets have some coffee hun?"
Pulling her panties and bra back on, Tracey slipped her
dress back over her shoulders and headed for the
hallway. Ian and Greg she noted were in some sort of
deep discussion even while Shelley was retrieving her
underwear and walking to the bathroom – none too
steadily either.
"Hey Shell," called her father, "While your mom’s
fixing us a coffee what say you go slip your school
uniform back on, there’s a good girl."
Tracey smiled to herself.
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