Chapter 1

Robert Crawford was 45. He had enjoyed success throughout his life, and had all of the material possessions to prove it. But he felt his crowning achievement was his family: his three daughters and one son had inherited much of their father's success. And they had managed to inherit their mother's good looks.

Anne Crawford loved her husband very much. She had met him when she was 14 and he had come to work in her father's grocery store as the produce manager. He had been a hunky-looking twenty year-old and she had been infatuated with him. She finally managed to seduce him on her fifteenth birthday and when she turned eighteen they married.

Colette Crawford was born the very next year. Then Peter, then Wendy, then Diana.

Looking back on his life as he lounged by the pool of his six-bedroom house in the suburbs, Robert smiled. He watched seventeen year-old Wendy frolick in the shallow end with her friend Sarah. They were both beautiful young things: long blonde hair that was wet now and clinging to their sinewy backs; full, firm breasts bouyed by the wave motion in the pool; and pefect skin glistening in the noon sun.

When Robert felt his cock stir and his mind start to fantasize, he turned his attention towards the house, where he saw his wife in the kitchen window. Anne waved to him and smiled.

It was like a dream sequence from a movie about a man hoping for a perfect life. But this was Robert Crawford's reality.

Eighteen year-old Peter arrived in the back yard with a girl in tow. He introduced her as Sharon, but Robert took little notice of her name: Peter changed girlfriends as often as he changed his underwear. But Robert had to admire Peter's ability to consistently bring home the best. It was like flipping the calendar to a new Playmate of the Month. Robert mused that perhaps Peter neglected to bring home the ugly ones in between all the beauties. Sharon was a buxom blonde. She pulled off her T-shirt to reveal a bikini-clad body that was almost disproportionately heavy-breasted.

Later, talking to Sharon while Peter changed into his bathing suit, Robert was surprised to find out that she was only fifteen. Although shocked at first, Robert recalled that he had first fucked Anne on her fifteenth birthday, and he had been older than Peter at the time. But in the seventies, they sure didn't build fifteen year-olds like Sharon.

"So you're just fifteen... how did you meet Peter?"

Sharon flashed a brilliant smile and tossed her damp hair back over her shoulder. "He gave me a ride home from a party last week. He's such a sweetheart."

Wendy and Sarah popped out of the pool and joined in the conversation. "Were you just talking about Peter? I thought you said sweetheart," Wendy joked, "God, wait until you actually get to know him."

Sarah giggled and said, "Come on, Wendy, he is a sweetheart."

The two girls fresh from the pool were drying off and Sharon started adjusting her bikini. Robert watched and caught a glimpse of fuzzy blonde hair as she realigned the crotch of her suit. He was happy to confirm that Peter was dating a natural blonde, but she seemed oblivious to the free show she had provided.

Peter came back out and they all immediately noticed that he was wearing a thin Speedo bathing suit. Even the folds and veins of his cock were apparent through the fabric.

"Not leaving much to the imagination, are you Pete?" Wendy scolded.

"Fuck off, you little brat," Pete sneered, "I'm just about to put some shorts on."

"Pete, watch the language," Robert said. "The neighbourhood doesn't have to know how well you express yourself." He tolerated his son's swearing because he knew his own language was very coarse at times. But he occasionally rebuked him just to play a fatherly role.

"Sorry Dad. Hey, Sharon, let's get out of here." He held out his hand and Sharon jumped up to grab it.

As Pete led her away, she tossed a glance over her shoulder and caught Robert staring at her ass. She gleamed at him, "Bye, Mr. Crawford. It was nice meeting you."

When they were gone, Wendy said, "God, what a slut! Where does Pete scrape these bitches up?"

Robert frowned at his daughter. "What's wrong with her? She seems like a pretty wholesome girl."

"Oh come on, Dad! Sarah, back me up on this one... why does Pete drag around some stupid sophomore?"

Sarah blushed and looked at Mr. Crawford. "I guess she puts out, huh?"

"Exactly!" Wendy crossed her arms over her breasts and smiled at her father as if she had won a major debate.

Robert huffed out air indignantly. "And I suppose John and Rick and Tony were just friends? Don't be such a hypocrite, my dear."

Wendy looked embarrassed and her puffed up posture deflated. "It's different, Dad. I really liked those guys. I wasn't just doing it for fun like she is." But Wendy knew her father had made a valid point. And the worst part was that she had in fact done it for fun with Rick and Tony. John was the only guy she really thought she'd loved.

The girls got up to leave. "Thanks for the swim, Mr. Crawford," Sarah said sheepishly, feeling meek because of the minor argument she'd witnessed.

"Any time, Sarah. It's nice to see all the new swimwear fashions modelled for me." Sarah wore a new bathing suit each time she came over. All of them looked fantastic on her young firm body.

The girls giggled and rushed through the sliding patio door, almost knocking down Anne as she came out.

"Dear, dear, where were they off to in such a rush?" Anne asked her husband.

"Some party probably." Robert held open his arms to his wife. For a 39 year-old woman, she had maintained an incredible figure. In her one-piece black suit, her hips and breasts were Venus-like. She seemed a perfect child-bearing female. But her stomach was flat and her ass was still taut. Her blonde hair was coiffed short now, but on her mature face it looked very elegant.

She fell into his arms, kissing his face. "You think we could get a quick fuck in before dinner?"

"I don't know about that, but I think you owe me a blowjob, don't you?" She had promised him a blowjob on his birthday last week.

She smiled. "You don't forget these things do you?" She leaned back and massaged the undersides of her breasts as she spoke. "I don't know if my mouth is up to it. You know, sweetheart, I blew the gardener this morning."

"Jose, the little creep who always tries to look in Colette's bedroom window?" Robert knew his wife was insatiable, but sometimes she still surprised him. Besides, frequently she told him these stories just to turn him on.

"He was taking a leak in the bushes beside the kitchen and I caught him." She straddled Robert and continued to knead her tits through the suit. "I said, 'Are you watering the plants, Jose?' and he said, 'No, ma'am, just peeing.'

She hooked one finger into her mouth and sucked on it while her other hand continued to work on her tits. "I just got down on my knees and said, 'Well, when you're finished, can you put that hose in my mouth, because I'm really thirsty.'

Anne started grinding her pelvis against Robert's crotch. "I've never seen a man work so hard to squirt out the last few drops. I could still taste his piss when I started sucking. But then he was hard and all I could think about was getting a whole mouthful of cum. I couldn't even swallow it all. He must have been saving it up for a year."

Robert was rock hard and was watching his wife intently. "So, you little slut, do you have any room left for my load. Of course, I've only been saving it up for a week, so I won't have as much to offer as young Jose." He smacked her thigh hard and she moaned.

"Was I a bad little girl for letting the dirty man do that in my mouth?" She pouted and feigned innocence.

He smacked her again, leaving a red welt. "Well, you hot little cunt, I think you'd better start sucking and we'll see if you need to be punished."

She got up off him and escorted him into the house. Thirteen year-old Diana was watching TV and Wendy was just saying goodbye to Sarah. The two lusting parents walked past their children and went straight upstairs.

"We'll be down for dinner in a little while!" Anne called down to whoever was listening. Then she pulled the straps down off her bathing suit and let Robert ogle her melon-sized tits. They were still in the hallway and Peter came out of his room just as they approached.

Peter stared at his mother's bare chest and raised an eyebrow. "Are you guys going to be long?" he asked knowingly.

Wrapping one arm in a V across her nipples, Anne said casually, "Stop staring, Peter. I'm sure you've seen boobs before. We'll be down in a while. Start dinner without us if you're too hungry to wait."

He laughed. "Yeah, sure. Looks like you were too hungry to wait yourself." He snickered as he walked down the hall.

Before Peter was out of sight, Robert asked, "Where's Sharon?"

"Oh, she left a few minutes ago. I guess she'd had enough." Peter vaulted down the stairs, hooting with laughter.

Behind their bedroom door, Anne and Robert locked in a wet kiss and started pulling off their swimsuits.

"God, Peter made me wet the way he was staring at my tits," Anne said.

"Well, he's growing more and more like me every day. And I've always had an appreciation for a fine set of knockers."

Anne hit his arm. "You are a pervert, so I hope Peter doesn't follow in all your footsteps." She giggled and grabbed him playfully by the balls. Then she dropped to her knees and said, "But personally, I'm glad you're a pervert and I want your cum in my mouth pronto."

He moaned as she engulfed his prick with her hot wet mouth. In minutes he was pumping stream after stream of salty thick cum down her gullet. She valiantly swallowed every drop.

Colette pulled into the parking lot at the office building where her father's company was headquartered. She had been working in the telemarketing division for two summers while she went to college. This summer she was in charge of the twenty operators who busily called businesses all day long. Mostly that entailed handling hard-to-close sales and motivating the workforce. She enjoyed the challenge and felt it was great preparation for her business career. It was a good practical complement to all the theory she was learning in her commerce program at Ridgemont University.

She smoothed out her blue silk skirt and carefully put on the matching jacket. Grabbing her briefcase, she walked quickly inside out of the hot morning sun.

In the mirrored lobby she checked the lines of her attire, making sure that the camisole she wore under the jacket hung properly over her large breasts. Her long blonde hair was pinned up, creating her best professional image. She tucked a stray lock behind her ear and then summoned the elevator to the fortieth floor.

A black face grinned at her as the doors opened. Lincoln, the day janitor, was an unassuming old black man who had been working in the building since it opened. He greeted her as she stepped aboard the elevator. "Morning Miss Colette."

"Good morning Lincoln." She bent to put her briefcase down and Lincoln was treated to a brief but unobstructed view of her perfect tits.

Certain he had seen right down to her nipples, Lincoln smiled and tugged absently at his crotch, rearranging his slightly stiffening member. "You're looking fine this morning Miss Colette."

It was the most he'd said to her in three summers, and Colette was happy to make small talk. "Thank you Lincoln. I bought this suit last week."

He licked his big lips and raised his eyebrows towards her chest. Then he looked her in the eye and said, "You picked the right one, that's for sure."

As the old man's eyes roamed across her bosom, Colette felt a rush of heat through her belly. Embarrassed by her own reaction as much as his lascivious gaze, she pulled the jacket a little tighter around her torso. "I'm glad you like it."

She hurried off the elevator as soon as the doors opened on forty. She did not look back, but if she had, she would have seen Lincoln once again rearranging his dick in his coveralls.

Benjamin Peel rarely got a chance to visit his daughter Anne. He was always busy with the chain of grocery stores he ran with the competent help of his son-in-law, Robert Crawford. It had been Robert who had masterminded the development of their specialty foods, managing to catch each trend as it crested, and pushing for expansion into under- serviced, but growing, areas of the city. Robert had also negotiated exclusivity clauses with manufacturers of obscure products that almost overnight had become very hot sellers.

Anne was not his only daughter, but she was the oldest and she lived closer than Caroline. He managed to visit the Crawford household at least once a month. He enjoyed seeing Robert in a non-business setting, and he loved the spirited company of his four grandkids. At fifty-nine, he was not even thinking of retirement, but should such a time sneak up on him, he thought, time spent with the Crawfords would be almost as rewarding as his career.

Besides, Benjamin thought as he pulled into the driveway and saw little Diana washing the Mercedes in her bikini, the scenery was simply splendid.

"Hello, Diana," he called as he climbed out of his Cadillac and dragged his overnight bag with him.

"Grampa!" she squealed with delight and ran to embrace him. The hose she'd been aiming carefully at the car was forgotten and it sprayed wildly in all directions. Her nubile little body bounced into Benjamin's arms. "I didn't know you were coming this weekend!"

"Well here I am," he smiled and wrapped his arms tightly around her. He dropped his hands to her pert little butt and squeezed gently, her grip around his neck tightened in response.

"Where's Angela?"

Angela was Benjamin's thirty year-old wife whom he had married two years after he'd become a widower. "She's in Europe." Getting fucked by some Italian stallion no doubt, Benjamin added in his thoughts.

Benjamin was sweating a little in his suit and tie, but as soon as they walked inside, the air conditioning prompted Diana to run for a robe. Benjamin followed her upstairs and threw his bag into the guest room.

The door to Wendy's bedroom was ajar and Benjamin noticed movement. He was about to open the door to say hi when he realized that all he saw were fleshtones. A closer look confirmed that Wendy was walking around naked. She was chatting into a cordless phone and occasionally inspecting her beautiful young body as she passed the mirror. Benjamin's penis rose to full attention.

Just then Diana returned from her room in the terrytowel robe. "Grampa?" she called just before she realized what he was doing near Wendy's door. She stifled a giggle and held out her hand. "Come on, let's go for a swim. You must be hot."

Colette managed to leave the office right at five o'clock that Friday. It was an early day because she knew her grandfather was coming to surprise the family. Grampa Peel had told her he was planning a trip over two months prior, but had sworn her to secrecy. Colette loved the little games her grandfather would come up with.

The elevator was jammed with office workers making the weekend exodus right on time. She squeezed her way in and immediately felt a body press unecessarily close to her from behind. She turned around ready to give the guy hell when she saw Lincoln's kindly old face behind her. She didn't have the heart to tell him off and fears of being called a racist flashed through her mind. She just tolerated the pressure, becoming more certain that she felt the lump of an erect cock squashing through her skirt into the crack of her ass. The elevator stopped at every floor and Lincoln pushed against her a little harder each stop. By the fifteenth floor, he had mustered the courage to put a hand on her hip, pulling her closer. She ignored it, but her pussy was betraying her: it was drooling with excitement, soaking her sheer pantyhose in the process.

The crowd jostled out into the lobby and Lincoln was gone. Colette dabbed her brow with the back of her hand and walked unsteadily to her car.

Anne heard the commotion in the pool and looked out the bedroom window to see her father and her daughter splashing around hysterically. She threw on a silky robe and called to Robert in the bathroom, "My dad's here. I'm going out to the pool to see him."

"Okay. I'm going to grab a shower."

She popped open the door and blew him a kiss as he stepped naked into the shower stall. He winked back at her.

Clutching his genitals, he said, "Thanks for the blowjob, baby."

She licked her lips, where the essence of semen lingered. "Anytime, stud."

Diana and her grandfather stopped chasing each other around the shallow end when Anne walked out onto the pool deck in her short silk robe. A slight breeze flipped open the front of the robe and revealed Anne's furry blonde triangle.

Anne seemed oblivious, and her indifference was further demonstrated when she crouched down at poolside to greet her father. The robe covered nothing; her pussy was fully exposed to view.

"Hello Dad," she said, holding her arms down to him.

He swam towards her, but both Diana and Benjamin kept glancing at Anne's moist labia framed with blonde frizz and silky thighs. He was a foot away from it at the most. Even with the light breeze, he was certain he could smell her womanly musk.

"Hello, sweetheart." He hauled himself out of the pool and forced himself not to think about his daughter's pussy. He towelled off.

Diana hopped out too and started drying herself with her grandfather's damp towel.

Benjamin embraced his daughter, but looked over her shoulder to watch the terrytowel moving briskly over Diana's pale skin. She was bending towards them and Benjamin noted the extent of the young teenager's cleavage. She had developed even more since his last visit. Her breasts were now fully round, and strained at the fabric of her suit, which had been bought in an earlier, pre-pubescent time.

"Are you staying long, Dad?" Anne was asking.

"Oh, I doubt it," Benjamin answered, pulling out of the embrace and trying to hide the lump in his bathing suit. "I think just until Sunday afternoon."

Anne smiled. "Great! We'll have to plan a nice family dinner for tomorrow night. Uh... tonight I guess you'll have to settle for stew, because that's what we have ready."

"Sounds delicious." Benjamin coralled Diana in with his arm and led her up to the house behind Anne.

Dinner consisted of stew and potatoes. Benjamin remembered his early days before the business had taken off, when this meal would have been a luxury. He looked around the table at the Crawfords; what a great family they were. They enjoyed this stew as much as any high-priced meal.

Benjamin also noted how good-looking they all were. He looked across at his daughter. Anne's generous cleavage was revealed in the blouse she wore, the top three buttons undone. But Benjamin had a picture in his mind of Anne's pussy as she squatted by the pool earlier. He couldn't seem to shake the image.

Wendy and Colette cleared away the dinner dishes and Diana helped clean up the kitchen. Peter got the video camera out of his room. He loved capturing these family get- togethers on tape.

But his extensive collection of 8mm video was not exactly family entertainment. He worked hard with each new girlfriend to convince her to perform sexually in front of the camera.

Sharon, his latest conquest, was very keen on acting. Whenever Peter pulled out the camera, Sharon was like putty in his hands.

Peter tried not to think about his other videotape collection as he hefted the little camera up for the first shot. He captured Diana, Colette, and Wendy working in the kitchen. Surprisingly, Peter's persistence with the camera had made all of the Crawfords more comfortable with being filmed all the time. The girls smiled and carried on cleaning up.

But they did tease him. Wendy threw the first barb. "Do you guys think that camera is permanently attached to Peter's face?"

Colette smirked. "I think the camera's more important to him than certain parts that really are attached."

"Fuck off, you guys," Peter said as he moved around the kitchen, "I just like shooting little films that's all."

Wendy walked towards him and addressed the camera directly. She used a sultry voice. "Is the camera more important than your schlong, Peter?" She put on a questioning face, as if she was doing some kind of investigative reporting.

Colette joined in. Her office attire made her look more like a reporter than Wendy's t-shirt and jeans. "Yes, Peter. Can you tell us which you like holding better. Your prick or that stupid camera?"

Peter stopped filming and dropped the camera to his side. "You idiots don't know what the fuck you're talking about. You want to know something? Huh? I'll tell you: this camera is just as good as my prick for getting the bitches I know all heated up."

Wendy snickered and poked her finger into Peter's chest. "The bitches you know are twelve-year-old runaways most of the time. They wouldn't appreciate a big hard-on if it slapped them between the eyes."

Diana felt the age that Wendy had used in the depiction of Peter's conquests was a little too close to Diana's own. "Peter's girlfriends are a little older than that, Wendy. Don't be so mean." Peter smiled at his youngest sister, happy for a little support.

Colette was still laughing about the slap between the eyes comment. "Wendy! I don't think I'd appreciate a guy's dick slapping me between the eyes either!"

"You know what I mean, you guys," Wendy retorted. Then she faced Peter and said, "I'm sorry if I pissed you off, Peter. I was only kidding around. Go ahead and keep taping."

Colette had to add one last comment. "Yeah, Peter, and we'll try not to get all heated up like you said. We'd want to leave that for your girlfriends." She turned back to the counter and wiggled her butt at the camera, mocking the girls that Peter dated.

Later that evening, as Diana was just climbing under the covers, she heard a knock at her door. It was Peter.

"I just wanted to thank you for backing me up when the two bitchy sisters ganged up on me," Peter whispered as he came into her room and gently clicked her door shut behind him.

She smiled. "I thought they were being mean for no reason." To this point she'd just been a head peeking out from the thick duvet. Now she sat up and patted the edge of her bed. "Do you want to sit down."

Peter immediately noticed as his little sister lowered the duvet that she was wearing sheer baby doll pajamas. Her pert little breasts, nipples and all, were clearly visible through the gauzy fabric. He felt his cock perk up in his pants. "I guess I can stay for a while. But you have to get up early for gymnastics don't you?"

"Practice starts at 7:30. I'll get plenty of sleep. Don't you want to talk for a while?"

Peter tried hard not to stare at his sister's tits. They were nothing compared to Sharon or Colette's huge knockers, but the sinful revelation that his kid sister was becoming a woman made him horny. "Mom was telling me that you and Grampa had a blast in the pool today. He's a pretty cool old guy isn't he?"

Diana nodded. "I love him. He's not old and fat... and boring... like most of my friend's grandparents."

"I saw him looking at you all through dinner. It's like he just noticed you or something. He always used to concentrate on Colette."

An impish smile crossed her face. "I think he noticed that I'm getting... you know, I'm going through puberty."

"I kind of noticed that too." His eyes drifted across her chest for a moment.

"Peter!" she squeaked. "You're my brother. Stop it!" She tapped his arm playfully, but she didn't cover herself.

He shrugged. "So, he's your grandfather. Besides, I can't help it. You're getting more and more beautiful all the time."

Silent for a moment, finally she reached out and hugged her brother. "Thank you, Peter. But I wish I could just get it over with and become a woman right away."

"You're enough of a woman already." He looked away for a moment then turned back with a questioning look. "Do the guys at school appreciate it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Have you started doing stuff with any guys at school?"

She shrugged. But she knew that her sexual adventures with Timmy and Roger were always on her mind. "Some stuff."

Peter brightened up. "Have you ever sucked a guy's cock?"

"Peter!" Diana frowned.

"Come on. Just tell me. Have you ever sucked a guy's cock?"

She sat there glaring at him, mouth agape. But when she realized what her open mouth might suggest, she snapped it shut.

"Have you?"

"Go away, Peter. Get out of my room." She did not speak with conviction. Her voice was tremulous.

"Diana, have you ever sucked a guy's cock?"

"What if I have?" she shouted in a whisper.

Peter was inspired now. He had gotten his little sister to all but admit that she had performed oral sex. "Did you swallow his cum?"

Diana was truly puzzled now. What was her brother trying to do? "No."

"Did he cum?"

Diana pursed her lips for a moment, but finally answered. "Yes."

He came but she didn't swallow it. Now Peter was completely intrigued. "Where did he cum? On your tits? On your face?"

She made a disgusted face. "Gross, Peter. He just squirted it on the carpet." But Diana knew she had thought later what a waste that had been. She'd had many fantasies about being covered in a man's semen.

Peter was just chuckling to himself. Diana was not a little girl anymore. He took one more glance at her perky tits, then hopped off her bed. "That's great, sis. I'm glad you told me." He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "Goodnight."

She held his arm and whispered plaintively to him, "Don't tell anyone okay?"

He pantomimed zipping his lips and crept out of her room.

On Saturday the family had various things to do but planned to meet back in time for dinner that evening. Anne and Wendy went to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

Robert sequestered himself in his study on the third floor of the house. He settled into the wingback leather chair and flicked on his computer. A few keystrokes later, he was reviewing the performance of his impressive stock portfolio. There was a time when this had been a daily routine, but Robert usually placed standing sell or buy orders and then monitored the progress occasionally.

Pleased with what he saw, Robert then unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a couple of large softcover books. Their gaudy pink and green covers did not seem like typical business literature. And they weren't.

He flipped open the first one and read the title page. The crudely formed letters were superimposed on a photograph. The text said Paula's Pound Party, and the picture showed a naked teenage girl being mounted by a large German Shepherd. She had a look of bewildered ecstasy on her face and the dog was steadfastly concentrating on his humping activity.

Robert's cock was soon straining against his fly and he released it for comfort. He looked down to the gaping piss- slit at the crown of his prick, and then flipped to the next page.

Paula was the teenage girl and she lived in a large house with servants. In the opening chapter of the book, a series of photographs show Paula being roused out of sleep by a distinguished older man who is obviously the butler. Her nightgown is in disarray and one pert breast is visible. Paula's first activity of the day is to unzip this man's fly and suck on his large, thick cock. This ends in a very messy orgasm which coats the front of Paula's nightie. Then the photos show her being assisted in the bathroom by a very pretty black maid. The maid watches passively as Paula flips off her cum-encrusted nightie and sits on the toilet. But the maid actively helps scrub Paula's body with a sponge while she takes a bath.

Robert's hand drifted for a moment to his erection, but he forced himself not to jerk off. His dick pulsated its objections.

He flipped open the other book which was identically laid out but the title page read Anal Bedpan Bitches. The title page photo showed two nurses and a doctor, all naked from the waist down. One nurse was squatting over a bedpan, releasing a flood of urine; the other was spreading her asscheeks apart to accept the doctor's huge hard-on into her glistening anus.

Robert looked down and saw that a little droplet of fluid had formed at the tip of his cock. He chuckled and closed the books. Then he squeezed out the rest of the pre-cum, and slurped it off his fingers. He liked the salty taste of that stuff, but he had never tasted real semen (either his own or anyone else's).

He locked the books away and carefully tucked his bloated cock back into his pants. He was glad that the books were not completely secret; his wife knew about them. They were locked up only for the children's sake. Anne occasionally joined him when he perused his hardcore pornography collection. She seemed to get just as turned on by the images as he did.