She was nine. Her name, Nina Dalton. His name, John Dalton.

He was a large man, 230 pounds, six strong feet tall. His hair was to his shoulders, black and shiny and brushed out. He looked like the sex god Meatloaf out of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Nina smiled and put a hand to his cheek. "I came," she said.

"Of course you did," he smiled, flicking an ash. "I could smell it."

She pulled the dress over her head and was naked save for the white stockings that left off at the top of her thighs. She turned. He smoked. He stared at her bum. So perfect. He put down the cigarette and leaned foward to open her cheeks, kissing them and the cleft between, and cherishing her nether bud.

"I wish sometimes you were a bit older, so I could properly use this," his middle finger wiggling her pucker.

"I'm old enough," Nina pouted. "You always say I'm young!" She was angry. "It's not how old a woman is, it's how much she wants it!" This had been Nina's constant refrain for a month. She must have read it in a magazine.

Dalton smiled at her outrage. What an intoxicating girl. He elected to tease her, work her into a frenzy. "Well, another thing that would be nice, see, if you were older, is that you'd have a little something up here," caressing her chest. "Like your Mom does." Her nipples were tiny, the aureolae all but subsumed by the bumps. They were the size of a George the Sixth rupee.

Nina steamed, her fingers back in her favorite spot trying to wipe away her shame and rage. The smell of her arousal scented the day room. Clickety clack, telephone poles snapped by. They were going through farm country.

"If you don't want me I'll go away," Nina croaked. Her voice was sodden with despair.

He brightened, took a last drag on his cigarette and stubbed it out, and then took her by the hips and sat her on his leg. "No, you'll do." She looked down to his zipper, seeing signs of hope.

"You want me to suck?" she asked.

Dalton shook his head. "No, we'll make love."

She sucked him anyway. She could take his first four inches in her mouth and was getting better all the time.

Soon enough he tired of the foreplay and bade her lie back on the seat and open her legs. He then knelt down, pulled her toward him, and took her. Nina's eyes grew wide with his insertion, her breathing ragged. She shivered. He loved her helpless arousal. Six months ago she'd been a virgin, now she was as expert at love-making as her mother.

When they'd commenced their affair, father and daughter, it was precious little more than animal sex. They rutted constantly, every opportunity they could, whereever they found it. Dalton had never had a girl as unguardedly passionate and adventuresome. She was a fabulous lay. For her part, Nina simpled adored her father's strong penis and plump testicles. She had no way of knowing that the frequency of their mating was unusual for a man of 35, having nothing to compare it to.

But as they made love they gradually fell in love, the love of parent and child quietly taking its place in the background, the romantic love taking the fore. Recently, John and Nina had discussed marriage. It was not impossible, but would require travel abroad.

Nina's only division on the issue was her mother. She loved Sandra very deeply and did not want to wreck their marriage. "Why can't a man have two wives?" she asked him more than once.

An hour later the train pulled into the station. Dalton's wife Sandra waited for them, with her son Jeremy, a tow headed thirteen year old. Nina ran up to her and kissed her. The Dalton's headed home. Sandra drove. Nina told her all about their weekend in Boston, the museums, the tour bus, the candlelit dinners in their suite. Jeremy, in the back seat, was thinking about his weekend with his mother. It was so nice to be alone with one's lover, he thought.

"Jeremy ejaculated 23 times," Sandra told her husband when they were alone in the garage taking out the suitcases. "My goodness, he's just the most precious boy!"

John was not particularly impressed. Jeremy after all was thirteen, so he should be able to perform more or less continuously. The incestuous pair had been alone from 4 pm Friday until 10 am Monday.

John and Nina had only been dating for about six months. Sandra and Jeremy on the other hand had been sexually involved for several years.

John loved his wife with every fiber of his being and he loved her sexually too. Sandra was 31, with dark red hair that hung to her butt, massive breasts that were preposterously firm for their size, a tight waist, and the most succulent buttocks he had ever possessed. She was sexuality itself. Every teenage boy's dream. And her face was smooth, the nose sharp, her eyes a limpid brown. She looked about 20, at times, when she did it deliberately, with makeup and clothes, even younger.

Sandra had no shortage of "lovers", but preferred her son above all others. His penis was a fine five inches long, more than enough to satisfy her. He had stamina and could be aroused in mere seconds. She admitted to John that Jeremy, had he not been her son, would probably not have been the boy she hit on. But she loved young boys and the lurid forbiddenness of doing it with her own son had long ago driven her to a kind of madness. Jeremy had been only seven when they started their "affair". She took to sucking his little dick at bedtime. As her husband had no objection, she began to do it more openly, lifting him up onto the dinner table after the plates were cleared away, to masturbate or fellate him. She was quite open. John thought it rather amusing. Nina knew no better, assumed it was normal. Jeremy himself had little concept of what was going on. He loved to orgasm, of course, but didn't have the vocabulary to express his feelings.

By the time he was eight he was regularly putting his penis in his mother's vagina. Little boys do get erections, quite easily in fact. Nina, then just three, was taught how to manipulate him. Jeremy didn't care much for his sister's hand and mouth; he had come to associate sex with his mother. But since Sandra liked it, he went along.

During those early years John didn't do much with Nina, other than the usual things fathers do with their children. He was in a wildly promiscuous phase, bedding almost every woman he met. He had been the same way during his courtship. As John got older he found himself attracted to younger and younger women, until they were teenagers, and younger and younger teens at that.

Nina was eight when she discovered masturbation which became her all day obsession. John was doing five or six teenagers a week at that point, and he caught a venereal disease that almost stopped him in his tracks. Sandra refused to have sex with him again, even a year later......(cont)