M/F/b/g Pedo. Incest. Family Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets. Frontier Life by Pedro Feelya Jeb woke up about an hour before dawn. He heard the cow calling to him. What was left of the fire in the stone fireplace gave off a red glow from the embers and a single small flame. He looked over at his wife Sarah. His oldest son Eli lay next to her with his head propped up and her nipple in his mouth. Apparently the seven year boy old had climbed up during the night and now suckled at her breast. Jeb thought, 'Tarnation, the boy is too old to be nursing.' Jeb shifted around to push his son off when he felt something between his legs. He lifted the covers up and could barely discern a small head in his lap. He knew it must be his third child Beth. She was sleeping with his manhood in her mouth. He must have woken her up because she began to suckle. He thought twice about Eli. The boy was obedient and a good strong worker. He already carried his own weight and then some. Besides, if Sarah could spare the breast milk, that would mean having to feed the boy less at breakfast. By now, Jeb was stiff as wood in his daughter's mouth. He reached down and dragged her small, fire hot body up onto his chest. Working up a large gob of spit, Jeb quietly spit it into his hand and cupped it between Beth's legs. He then slid her down till his rod poked her in her hairless hole. She then wiggled down, impaling herself, and taking most of his length inside her. Trying not to shake the creaky bed, he started to thrust carefully. Of course this woke Eli, who began to suckle his mother's breast again. Sarah really enjoyed that so she started moaning. She lifted baby Ben to her other breast and Ben began to feed also. Eli then reached down between his mothers legs and did something that really made Sarah feel good. She spasmed softly just before Jeb. Jeb thrust softly and gently into tiny Beth. His staff savored the friction of the tight grip of her small hole. He concentrated on his own pleasure, trying to cum quickly so he could get started with his day. Beth was too sleepy to really enjoy it anyway. He felt the tension build in his crotch and he hugged his daughter's small body tight against his chest. His cock pulsed and pumped as he spewed forth his seed deep in her body. When Jeb's body relaxed, he reached down and tried to wipe up his excess seed as best he could. He lifted Beth off of him and laid her against Eli. Beth reached across Eli to hold his privates, then fell back to sleep. Jeb got up and started to dress. On the other side of Sarah, Gwen, their eight year old daughter, slept soundly. At the foot of the oversized bed, Abbey and JJ (Jebediah Junior) slept. One of them snored softly. The cow was calling again. He needed to milk her if they were going to have fresh warm milk for breakfast. Sarah had better drink plenty. Jeb imagined it was the same on many homesteads on the frontier. It sorta had to end up this way. Jeb remembered how he had been raised in town, and how everyone hid and denied their pleasure. He felt sorry and cheated for all the love and pleasure he had missed as a child. Out here on the frontier, he couldn't figure out how that would work, everyone pretending sex was evil and a sin. Everyone he knew was married before they were sixteen. They had to like making babies. You needed young ones to help out around the farm. You can't hide in a cabin. All the cabins that most folks built were only one room. It didn't make sense to heat or build two rooms. You could hang a cloth when you bathed standing in the tub, but everyone brought everyone else hot water. And you couldn't all hide at once when changing clothes. If you are going to have fifteen children like most folk wanted, then the older ones are going to see their parents making babies. Heck, the oldest kids would be out starting families of their own before the youngest was all growed up. The winters are long and you can't go outside for very long. The nights are long and you spend a lot of time snuggled under covers together. The cabin has walls almost a foot thick and they held the heat. When you got the fire going good, you wanted to get out of the heavy clothes you wore outside. So, you spent a lot of time mostly undressed and bored, and that kind of led to stuff. The summers are hot, too hot to want to wear much either. You didn't want the children to ruin what clothes they had just running around and playing on the farm. It just didn't make sense to dress them. Besides, it's easier to clean the child than their clothes. It can be hot in the cabin too. If you have to work over a boiling hot woodstove, you might pass out from the heat if you can't sweat freely. Sarah often cooked and cleaned in as few clothes as possible. Maybe the other homesteads were like his. There was nobody out here to tell you any different. There was no one out here to see what you were doing. The only people wandering around out here were the Injuns. He had met plenty of Injuns. They were always half naked, even the women, and their lifestyle seemed even more open and free. Visitors didn't come out here where they might not be welcome. If you wanted to visit, you went into town. That's what it's there for. If a stranger came passing by, they either made a lot of noise in a wagon or the animals would let you know they were coming. Then, you were more interested in having one hand on the shotgun inside the door than in what they thought. There was no extra food for them and they had best avoid you altogether. No, they stood alone, brave, on a new frontier. Everything they had they had, they built or earned themselves. How they lived could not be judged by anyone. The routine was the same every morning. Milk the cow and put her out to pasture. Throw some alfalfa in with the horses so they could eat before work. By then, Eli was up and taking out the piss pot and bringing in wood for the fire. Jeb brought up water from the creek. Soon, Eli might be strong enough to handle that. Gwen, almost nine now, heard him coming to the door and opened it to take one of the pails. As she reached for the pail, her robe fell open, as it sometimes did, and Jeb gazed down the length of his beautiful daughter's bare body. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her derriere as she turned. She squealed, jumped into the doorway and then wiggled her behind at him. Jeb watched for a second then turned to finish his chores before breakfast. The shadows were off the mountain when Beth yelled that breakfast was almost ready. Jeb was already done and headed for the house. He got his boots off and went in. On the bed he heard giggles and squeaking. Looking over, he saw Eli lying on top of his older sister as she lay face down, they were both naked. Jeb felt a jab of jealousy. He had wanted a taste of Gwen before going out to the fields. Jeb turned to Sarah. She had seen the look on his face. She turned back to the stove and cocked her hips just so. It would have caused him to lust, even if she was not naked. He watched her bare back. At twenty years old, Sarah had finished blossoming out and was a sight to see. She couldn't hide her beauty in a heavy dress; and naked, she could take your breath away. Sarah turned back and saw Jeb staring. Her breasts were full and swollen. They had swelled up before Gwen had been born, and they never had a chance to go down as she nursed one baby after another. Working with her arms so much had kept them high on her chest. She smiled and Jeb knew he would be taken care of soon enough. He sat down and watched the children while he waited for breakfast, and pulled out his firm manhood. Beth was watching under the table and when she saw Jeb fondling himself, she slipped easily under the table and between his legs. Beth put her mouth around the end of her father's penis and began to suck. She was hoping to catch his seed in her mouth; something she was particularly proud of doing. Jeb watched as Eli, partially supporting himself above Gwen's back, pumped his hips into hers. Jeb wondered which hole his son was using. He didn't see any butter so he assumed it wasn't her backside. Jeb watched with approval. Eli was rubbing Gwen's lower back, massaging her shoulders and neck, and leaning over to bite the back of her neck while reaching under her to rub her nipples. Gwen, with her hand underneath her and between her legs, spasmed first. Eli followed shortly. They were so young they didn't need to worry about getting the bed messy. Jeb had been rubbing himself in very short stokes so he didn't hit Beth in the face. Just as he felt his seed about to burst, he let go with his hand, and Beth took him as deep into her small mouth as possible. He spewed forth and she was ready, missing not a drop. After she swallowed hard, Jeb reached under the table and hauled her up. He smacked a big kiss right on her lips. She giggled and smiled with pride. Gwen had already set the table, so when Sarah turned and started placing plates on the table, everyone sat. Gwen helped her mother and as they sat and waited. Nobody ate till everyone was ready. Jeb figured everyone carried their share of the workload, so on this farm, everyone was equal. When everyone sat, Jeb said grace. After all, they were still good Christian folk. Grace was the same exact words he had heard every meal his whole life. Jeb had never seen an actual priest or monk. He didn't rightly reckon he ever would. Out here they was all good Christians, but everyone was working too hard to put food on the table to tolerate someone who didn't carry his own weight or wanted everyone to waste time with church. Everyone ate hearty. Jeb had a good farm and no one ever went hungry. When breakfast was over, Jeb headed for the lean-to barn. He had just grabbed the tack and turned when he saw her. Sarah was standing a couple yards away. She was holding a blanket, wearing her boots and nothing else. The chill in the air made her skin goosepimply and her nipples hard. Jeb felt a growl start low in the back of the throat. There wasn't any chance anyone but the Injuns saw her; and they certainly didn't care. But still, the fact that she were there in open, near naked as the day she was born, brought out the animal in him. Sarah walked right up to Jeb and pressed her bare body to his clothed one. She threw the blanket to the hay and he dropped the tack. She then placed his rough callous hands on her firm, muscled ass. Her body was pure milk white, except where her arms and face were deeply tanned by the sun. Her skin was as soft as a rabbit pelt. Jeb's hands dug deep into her flanks, almost lifting her off the ground. She loved to be rubbed deeply. Her back often ached from the tedious work she did. She had her own growl deep in her throat. He lifted her straight into the air, showing off his strength. He lifted her so high that her hands reached the rafters to steady herself. This put his face just even with her short furred womanhood. Sarah lifted her legs to his shoulders and Jeb dove in for his second meal of the day. They had done this before, but it had been long time. Sarah hadn't bathed yet today. Her smell was musky and her taste strong. The animal in Jeb sucked and nibbled like a starving calf. Sarah never was able to control her loud wails, and now she seemed to be calling the wolves out of the hills. That was just more wood on the fire. As always, Jeb saved the hard little button on top of her fertile valley for the right moment. That moment came and Jeb sucked it into his mouth hard and bit lightly. Jeb had to stagger a little keep his wife from falling off as she let go of the rafters and grabbed his head. She couldn't control herself, and he always loved that. As her noise died down, he lifted her down to stand in front of him. He started to tear at his buttons and clothing flew. Sarah walked over and spread the blanket out on the hay. When they were younger, they used to make love right on the hay. They would itch something fierce the rest of the day. As Sarah bent over at the waist, Jeb scooted over, quickly knelt behind her, and stuck his nose right in her butthole. Sarah didn't make a sound as she had been hoping for this very thing. His tongue stuck out to clean the bottom side of her luscious valley. He then licked upward and wormed his tongue deep in her butthole, trying to widen it. He could taste the strong earth she carried in her and it just felt right. This was what made food grow. Jeb was licking her clean, inside and out. Sarah started grunting like an animal. She was still standing with her hands on the blanket and her ass straight up in the air for all to see. Jeb worked up a big gob of saliva and forced it into her. He then stood up and stuck his rod against her hole, and pushed gently and slowly. She started to wail with pleasure again as he popped inside, and slowly slid along her burrow. Normally he wouldn't waste his seed in her butt this way, or he would use his second wind to add the cream on the milk, as it were. Today was different. They felt like animals and wanted to behave in a dirty, earthy way. After pumping for a minute to get her hole all relaxed and slick, he then grabbed her hips and pulled back. Sarah straightened up until she bent over only slightly. This felt much better for both of them. He reached up and she grabbed his arms, his hands went to her full breasts and he began to squeeze the whole breast and pinch her nipples hard, squeezing milk onto his hands. Years of nursing had toughened her nipples but she still really enjoyed any handling and sucking. She often got hot and bothered just from nursing the little ones. Jeb continued his slap slap pounding against her creamy white ass. Her fingers dug in and as usual, she spasmed first. She lost control again and her knees buckled. Her body fell deep onto his manhood, as Jeb's rod supported almost her entire weight. He was in as deep as he could go, and he felt the power come upon him. His rod surged and spit inside her as he struggled to hold both of them up. As soon as he could, he lowered Sarah down as her knees folded under her. Now, with her knees tucked tightly under her chest, Sarah's ass stuck back and up just enough that he could lean over her and keep pounding with the added slipperiness of his seed. He had no intention of going soft and wasting this opportunity. Like a beast, he growled and clawed lightly on her back, while his tight stomach pinned her down and he pumped wildly. If Sarah had stopped having her orgasm at some point, you couldn't tell by her never ending wailing. He must have pumped for a good fifteen minutes and he kept having to add spit onto his rod. Finally, Jeb's seed built up enough to give him satisfaction again. He lifted one leg, twisted his hips and forced himself in as deep as he could go, causing her to howl. He could barely feel his seed pump as the waves of pleasure threatened to knock him over. Jeb stopped pumping, exhausted. Sarah slowly regained her composure again. Jeb looked around and his four oldest children, all sitting nearby, were watching them. Gwen had her hand down Eli's trousers and his precious Beth had her dress up above her waist and was rubbing herself vigorously. Even little Abbey sat and stared, fascinated. Jeb slowly stood up; his rod was still hard and dripping, but it was satisfied. He walked over to the trough, splashed himself clean, and brought back a panfull for his resting wife. The children had finished pleasuring themselves and were separating to do their chores. Jeb folded the blanket over Sarah and left her to rest. The horses were restless and antsy, wanting to get to work. Jeb had known Sarah his whole life. They were both raised in town, where things were different. He was ten and a half and Sarah was ten. It was at a bonfire dance that they happened to hide under the same hay chute during a game of hide and seek. There wasn't enough time for either to find another spot and there was barely enough room for the two of them. Jeb had never been this close to a girl in the dark. They were whispering to each other about the game when Sarah shifted her weight to relax her leg. Her face came close to Jeb's. He looked at her pretty features in the dim firelight. There was something magical about the moment. She had placed a charm on him. He kissed her full on the lips; for a few seconds. This was just not done. His pa would find out and he would get beaten for sure. Jeb pulled back, terrified. Sarah's lips tried to follow his lips as he pulled back, and she fell over into his lap. They both burst out laughing. He knew at that moment that he was going to marry her. Jeb began to court Sarah. Often he left flowers on the doorstep. He would bring her a sweet cake. They went everywhere together. They did nothing more than hold hands in private, or he might steal a quick kiss now and then. He knew what would happen if he asked her father for her hand. Her father would say that she wasn't a woman yet. It wasn't proper to marry a child. But, as soon as she was fertile, and God blessed her womb, she would be a woman, ready to marry. Sarah was almost twelve when she woke one morning with the mark of blood between her legs. By that afternoon, she made sure that Jeb found out too. Jeb now had to work up his courage. A twelve year old wife was very common. Uncouth men said,"If she can bleed, she can breed." If a girl turned sixteen without a suitor, her parents began to worry. A twenty year old single woman was facing life as a spinster. Jeb's problem was that boys rarely married before they were fourteen. You had to be able to afford to take care of your wife. Even a thirty year old man could marry a twelve year old wife without raising an eyebrow, just so long as he could afford to care of her. Jeb put on his best clothes and went and knocked on Sarah's father's door. The town they lived in was small and everyone knew too much about everyone else. Sarah's father knew that Jeb had already started to stead a farm outside of town. Jeb had even paid to register the claim. Sarah's father had heard it was the prettiest piece of property in the hills. He didn't know it was fifteen miles away. Jeb was a good hard worker and knew everything about farming. Besides, Jeb was really large for his age, and smart too. After a year and a half of courting Sarah, Jeb had proven his devotion. When Jeb asked for his daughter's hand, he gave it. The whole town came to the picnic wedding. The closest thing they had to a town official was the Assayer. The old man asked Jeb's parent's permission, asked Sarah's parent's permission. He then he mumbled something about in the sight of God and until death, and then in a loud voice he proclaimed them officially wedded. Even though dowry wasn't done anymore, Sarah's parents gave them a tremendous present of a huge buckboard wagon and a young team. Jeb's parents gave them a plow and a real cast iron cook stove. Everyone in town gave them either tools, pots and pans, or bolts of cloth. They had everything they needed to start their own farm. On their wedding night, Jeb learned that Sarah couldn't control her wailing when she spasmed. He didn't know what else to call it. Jeb knew everything there was to know about how farm animals bred. So, he and Sarah were on the bed, naked and excited. He got behind her and pushed himself in. It felt really good, for both of them. After thrusting for awhile, Sarah started to make noise. Well, sheep and some cows made noise. But then she got loud. Really loud. Jeb couldn't reach her mouth and what he was doing felt too good to stop. Then, every muscle in her body seemed to spasm. Then, every muscle in his body spasmed. Half the town must have heard Sarah, figured out what it was, and chuckled. Sarah's parents must have been happy to hear it, and know they might have grandchildren soon. It was too embarrassing. Jeb and Sarah moved into the half completed cabin on his stead the next day. It was large and spacious by the standards of the day. It was almost twenty feet by thirty. Jeb worked sixteen hours a day but somehow found time to plant his seed in Sarah's furrowed womb three times a day. Children are important on a farm. Helping hands, no matter how small, are necessary for survival. In two months, Sarah missed her monthly blood, and soon they knew they were blessed with a child. Even though they knew that Jeb planting his seed wouldn't make babies right then, they continued to explore every pleasurable thing they could think of. Both of them would rather make each other spasm than eat or sleep. Late in her pregnancy, Sarah felt it might be a danger to the baby to continue to use her womb. She figured that getting Jeb's seed was like milking a cow. If you don't milk a cow twice a day it'll stop giving milk. That's when Sarah found that they both enjoyed using her buttocks and mouth as well. She especially became fond of Jeb using her buttocks. Sarah gave birth to a beautiful healthy daughter and they named her Gwendolyn. Sarah had one blood month, and then they were blessed with her pregnancy again. A few months after Eli was born, Sarah was blessed again, and nine months later Beth was born. For well over a year Sarah's timing was off as her monthly sign of fertility came and went at random intervals. Finally, she caught and had Abbey, then JJ, and now Ben. All of them were blessed by God, beautiful and healthy. Jeb worked extra hard that day. Once a week he cleared stumps to add to his farmable land. Come noon, he saw his daughter Gwen coming up the valley to bring him lunch. Sarah and the girls always fought for that chore. Gwen smiled as sweet as honey as he met her in the shade of a tree. Her white summer dress made her look as fresh as a spring rain. She had her mothers long blond hair and slender features. She might even be more beautiful than the young girl he had hid under a hay chute with, ten years before. Gwen handed her father a large cloth napkin wrapped around a hunk of bread and a ball of cheese. Then, without asking, she dropped to her knees before him and began to unbutton his trousers. Jeb was already twenty years old and he wondered how long his stamina was going to last. Gwen carefully pulled his rod free. He was getting stiff before her soft lips touched him. Jeb sighed deeply, dropped his lunch to the ground, and tipped his head back. It was tough to keep his legs under him. Gwen sucked and rubbed as she had been taught by her mother. After she felt his balls tighten up as far as they could, she stopped and looked up. She wanted to share pleasure together. Jeb looked down and helped his eight year old daughter to her feet. He then slid his big hands around her muscular waist and picked her up off the ground. She squealed and kicked her bare feet against the air, as he turned and laid her down in some deep soft grass. Jeb pulled his little girl's long flared dress up above her waist in front and spread her legs. He looked down at her bare legs, belly, and the hairless valley in between. She had lost all her baby fat and showed the start of a good healthy strong body. Unlike her mother, her body was tanned mostly all over. She liked to do outside chores, and was usually naked since she didn't want to soil her clothes. The split mound between Gwen's legs was pink and smelled strongly of lavender. She must have rubbed some on her. Her button at the top of her slit was already dark pink and swollen. It looked delicious. He didn't always take the time to warm her up, she was always ready, but today she had made an extra effort to be fresh. She had even bathed already. Jeb's soft whiskers tickled the inside of her sensitive thighs and she laughed and squirmed. His tongue licked a trail all the way down one thigh, across her mound, and back up the other. Gwen settled down quickly. He kissed strongly on either side of her slit and sucked on the soft skin. She tilted her head back like he had and sighed deeply. He began to lick up her slit like a cow on a salt block. At the top he would pause to circle her nub. She was as sensitive as her mother, so she started to groan loudly. After a minute of tasting the sweetness of her skin, Jeb stuck his tongue deeply into his daughter's tight tunnel. She cried out with pleasure. He worked his tongue around and around the hole, trying to widen it. Gwen started repeating, "Daddy, daddy, daddy," breathlessly. This really lit a fire in Jeb's groin. Gwen was not the wildcat that her mother was, but she felt things very deeply and had limitless affection. Jeb felt her push him away and looked up. Gwen had hidden in her dress a small wooden jar of butter. She wanted him inside her now. Jeb quickly shucked off his shirt and trousers, and knelt so Gwen could spread butter on his raging rod. She spread her legs again and he knelt between her legs, on the back of her dress, the front was still pulled up around her waist. He then held the length of his body lightly over hers. She steeled herself in preparation of his large penetration. Beth, his younger daughter, wanted her father in her several times a day, so size was not a problem. Gwen usually preferred her brother, and like her mother, often wanted it in her bottom. For Gwen, the feeling of being full was not as important as the feel of her partner's pleasure. Right now she wanted the feel of her father covering her, holding her, and deep inside her, giving her his seed and his love. Jeb enjoyed everything about his soft, feminine, and delicate daughter. His greatest joy was to make his children happy, and they wanted to do the same. Gwen was healing for his spirit. He felt this strongly as she guided him to her loving place and he entered and slid up as slowly as he could. For two years they had made love together and she had grown to fit all his manhood. He looked deeply into her eyes and she into his, the way she liked. She always enjoyed the first penetration the best. He watched as somewhere inside her, she churned physical love into emotional love, like she churned cream into butter. He started out slow, increasing by little bits. He would go in the full length of his staff, and pull back till he almost left her. Paying so much attention to the pleasure along his shaft made him want to give her his seed much too soon. Looking deep into her loving eyes made holding back even harder. That she would still love and forgive him for taking only his pleasure was the only thing that held him together as he slowly pumped. He couldn't be that selfish. He rode that edge of the blade without falling over until he saw her eyes start to glaze over. Then it hit her. She lifted herself off the ground and slammed against his shaft, hard and deep. Her fingers dug into his back until they drew blood from deep scratches. Her legs locked around his, preventing any movement. His eyes closed as he fell into a deep hole of love and pleasure. As it sometimes happened with her, Jeb came to his senses and became aware that all his weight was on her. This frightened him, but Gwen would never say anything, even if it killed her. Of all his girls, he could never stay hard or continue after going so far with her. He gave her everything he had. His rod quickly softened and fell out. He continued to hold her as close to his body as he could, the way she liked. She had tears in her eyes. Jeb began to kiss his daughter gently on her eyes then her mouth. She kissed back; gently and exploring. When she had recovered enough, she jumped up, pulled her dress down, hugged him, and ran happily down the hill without looking back. She was a young girl again. If you live alone, night clothes are important to keep you warm. Getting firewood means chopping a tree down, sawing it into logs, then splitting the logs, and stacking them so they can cure. You can understand that you want to conserve as much wood as possible. If you live with someone, you share as much body heat at night as you can, and clothes get in the way. The babies slept with the parents of course. You could make sure they were warm and not have to get up to nurse them. A bed was a simple thing to build. Four posts with slots and four boards, with small holes along them. Fit the boards into the slots in a big square for the frame. You wove a rope back and forth through the holes, and then crisscrossed. When you pulled the rope tight it would hold the bed together and you would lay the mattress, stuffed with rags and fur, across the crisscrossed ropes. Making a bigger bed as each child was born was an easy thing to do. Jeb tried to make another bed for Gwen, but it was always in the way, and Gwen wouldn't use it. Ever since she learned to walk, Gwen copied everything her parents did. On a farm it's important that children learn to help. She learned to wash dishes, sweep the floor, and take out the ashes. It was only natural that she would try to copy the way mommy and daddy made babies. By the time she was five, Gwen watched intently every time her parents made love. In a small cabin there is always some light coming from the fire or windows. She couldn't sleep, or not be curious, what with Sarah wailing at the top of her lungs. Then Gwen started trying to join in on the fun. Jeb and Sarah tried to stop her, but she was persistent. Jeb and Sarah wouldn't hurt her for learning, and they couldn't make her stop. Jeb thought of building a second room, but almost no one had a two room cabin. You would need a second fire place. He figured that since all the parents had a one room cabin, that they all had the same problem. By the time Gwen was six, she had started to practice on her younger brother. Soon they were both doing everything they had seen their parents do every chance they got. One night Jeb woke up just as Sarah was starting to wail. He figured Sarah was pleasuring herself. This got him very horny and his rod became stiff. Sarah had played with herself before, but never with him there to serve her. Jeb then realized something was different. Sarah was rubbing her breasts with both of her hands. Jeb lifted the blanket to see what was going on. Between Sarah's spread legs, two bright eyes looked at him. Gwen had her mouth over Sarah's womanhood, and her hands were rubbing Sarah's sensitive button. Sarah either didn't know it was Gwen, or didn't care by the time she woke up. She may have thought it was Jeb, as he often did the same thing. Maybe Jeb should have stopped it, but he was all worked up himself. Besides, it was already too late. Sarah started bucking her hips and Gwen hung on for the ride. Jeb had pulled the blanket completely back and sat watching, entranced. He had to start rubbing himself, stroking his bare staff lightly. Gwen stopped and looked up to watch her daddy play with himself. Sarah relaxed quickly and shook her head slowly to clear it. She looked over at Jeb, and her eyes got wide. Her eyes flew to her crotch and saw Gwen. She then looked desperately, scared, at Jeb. He was still rubbing himself. Nobody knew what to do. Gwen bent back down and started licking and stroking Sarah's button. Sarah was still very sensitive and her hips bucked. Her body spasmed a little bit. Jeb leaned over and began to suckle and fondle Sarah's breasts. Sarah fell back and grabbed his head. She was lost again. In minutes her wails became unbearable and she spasmed as hard as she ever had. When Sarah had had enough, Jeb pulled Gwen off and over to his side of the bed. Encouraged by what she had done to her mother, Gwen then tried to mount her father's still rock hard penis, but Jeb kept her away. He needed relief desperately, and Sarah was completely spent and exhausted, but Jeb was not about to mate with his daughter. Instead he turned over and pretended to sleep. Sarah may have pretended, or did fall asleep. The next morning, Jeb was extra cheerful and nothing was said. Sarah was not in a mood to talk. That night, Jeb woke to Sarah's moans and the beginning of her wails. He couldn't tell if she was fully awake. He lifted the blanket to watch his daughter, but was shocked to see Eli's lighter haired head between Sarah's legs. Eli was not to be outdone by his sister. Sarah seemed only vaguely aware of what was happening but did not lift her head. She did turn it and looked at Jeb. Her eyes were pleading for, Jeb felt, forgiveness. Jeb smiled happily, and Sarah relaxed. Jeb and Gwen watched each other and her brother, as Eli tried to make his mother as loud as his sister had. Jeb started to play with himself and Gwen reached between her own legs also. Eli wasn't as good as his sister, but was more than good enough. Sarah shook and trembled and lifted her voice to heaven. Jeb had to stop Eli after Sarah's spasm had gone as far as it she could handle it. Sarah came around quickly and looked at Jeb thankfully. Then she noticed Gwen at the foot of the bed. Her head flew up and Eli grinned at her because he was the cat that ate the mouse. Something in Sarah broke at that moment. She slumped visibly and her head fell back to the pillow. She lay, shaking her head and moaning. Jeb snuggled close to her and began to kiss her right cheek. Gwen snuggled on the other side and kissed her left cheek. Eli slid up her body and nuzzled at her neck. She began to cry, and then sob. We all held each other until we slept. The next morning Sarah was bright and cheerful, and at peace with the world. A few nights later, Jeb woke up with a raging hard staff and it hurt. Gwen had her mouth over the end of it and was biting. Before Jeb was fully aware of what was happening he said, "Ouch. No teeth!" This woke Sarah up and she looked at both of them. Jeb realized that it looked like he had let this happen. His mouth was open and he was speechless. Sarah looked at him and sort of shrugged. She was in no position to judge him. Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. Jeb hadn't lost his hardness with the shock and Gwen continued to suck on the end. His rod ached for relief. Sarah sat up and reached for her daughter. She grasped Gwen's head between her hands. "Honey, keep your teeth off of it and move your head like this." She moved Gwen's head in a bobbing motion. "Now close your lips, and if you can, move your tongue around. Daddy may squirt some stuff in your mouth. You don't have to swallow it if you don't want to." Sarah let go and Gwen continued to slide her small mouth up and down his shaft as far as she could take him, just as her mother taught her. Seconds later, Jeb was not able to think about what this meant as his body spasmed. His seed filled Gwen's mouth and poured out down her chin. She swallowed as much as she could. When his body finally relaxed and she had sucked every drop out of him, she lifted her head, her chin still dripped his seed, and said, "I love you daddy." Jeb wiped her chin and pulled her up to his face. "I love you too baby." He hugged and cuddled her as Sarah reached over both of them and held them both. They all fell asleep. After five more hours, using the team to drag stumps out of the ground, Jeb picked up the tools and walked the horses back to the corral. Gwen came out and started helping wash the horses down. Of course she was bare naked, as it made no sense for her to get her clothes wet and muddy. Jeb admired his daughter's slender form and athleticism as she climbed on the stool, and all over the horses. This was another chore that Gwen enjoyed. These horses were the life of his farm, and if they had a single scratch, it needed to be cared for. When Jeb finished putting everything away, Beth was waiting, standing eagerly on the porch, with towels in her arms, completely naked. Her tiny body was losing its roundness and she was becoming a beautiful girl. Jeb already had a painful hardness from watching his eldest daughter rub her body against the horses. Seeing Beth dancing in anticipation, almost shaking from excitement, made Jeb want to grab her and hump her right there. Jeb loved all his children, but everybody understood that his relationship with Beth was special. All the children enjoyed his and each others bodies. But Beth was especially attached to her father. There was never a moment in the day that she did not want to be with him, or to have him deep inside her. Her older brother took her virginity when she was four, and ever since then, she wanted to do everything her older siblings did. She especially wanted to prove herself on her father's staff. When she was still five and a half she succeeded. Everyone in the family witnessed it and cheered for her. The next day she proved it again, and again. That was a year and a half ago. Now, she wanted to her daily bath with her father. Jeb smiled broadly to see her there. Jeb insisted everybody bathe at least once a day. Disease and sickness was the most common cause of death on the frontier. Everybody knew that it was Gods punishment for a sinful mind or body. Somehow, Jeb had a crazy idea that bathing everyday with soap, either in the tub, or in the creek during warm weather, would keep them healthy. It was an expensive luxury in time and in soap, but everybody always smelled nice. Usually, everyone bathed with someone else. It felt good to wash each others bodies and usually led to more intimate play. During winter, you had to bathe in the tub inside the cabin, with everyone watching. That would be the same on all the homesteads. It usually led to everybody wanting to join in the fun. Jeb walked over and picked Beth up with his dirty hands. He carried her down to the creek, rubbing her favorite body parts the whole way. The creek was always cold from the mountain runoff, but on a hot day it was tolerable. Jeb had dammed it in a good area, and made a large swimming hole that was five feet deep. As usual, he tossed Beth in from a couple yards away. She loved the excitement and shock. He then dove quickly in after her. If you tried to wade into the freezing water you might lose your nerve. Beth swam up to him and started to climb up onto his shoulders from behind. Her skin was tight and goose pimpled from the cold. He grabbed her bottom and lifted her into a practiced position with her feet planted on his broad shoulders. She squatted and jumped. He jumped up too and pushed her butt with all his strength. She flew high through the air to splash into the deepest part of the pool. After a few more times they wrestled in the water. Then Jeb reached for the soap they kept in a bowl on a log. You had to be careful with the soap. They made it with lye from ashes, and it could really irritate or burn your skin. Jeb quickly washed Beth all over, even her hair this time. Then he washed his chest, arms, and head. Rinsing off, he handed Beth the soap and he picked up a wooden comb they kept there. Beth began to wash his lower half as he began to comb out her hair. She made sure his manhood was squeaky clean. It didn't matter that he had shriveled up to two inches in the cold water. Beth was more fascinated when later she would make it grow. She did love to see him jump when she stuck a finger or two up his ass. He enjoyed the sensation and she was starting to explore it more every day. Jeb reached down and stuck a soapy finger into her ass. Beth squeaked then quickly wiggled down so it was as deep as it could go. He had often played with her back hole but he didn't think would his whole finger inside her. Jeb then reached his other hand down and laid a finger along the top of her slit. He started wiggling both fingers. Beth's legs relaxed until he was holding half her weight with his hands. She moaned and groaned and clutched his arm. After two minutes Beth started to spasm, trying to be as loud as her mother. Even knee deep in freezing water, his manhood reacted. They washed their hands off and Jeb carried Beth to the towels. He dried her off, then himself. Beth pointed up to some low branches and said, "I want to do what mom did." Jeb remembered what he had done to his wife that morning. Holding Beth up would be like lifting a feather. Jeb picked Beth up and she grabbed the branches. Jeb then teased her by letting her go completely. She screeched as she dangled there, wriggling completely naked. Jeb was really hard now. He stepped forward and she wrapped her legs around his neck. He lifted his hands and held her little ass that was so small it fit into one hand. He then lifted her up so he could taste her honey pot. Oh, she always tasted sweet. She started to lean back giving him more to lick. Jeb shifted his hands to free one and reached up to support her back. Beth let go of the branch. He was standing straight up, holding his seven year old daughter on her back, up to his face, so he could lick her from hole to hole between her wide spread legs. It was tiring and exhilarating. Beth started to spasm and her wails sounded sincere. She was a wildcat like her mother. Jeb worked as much spit into her as he could and before she had stopped wailing lifted her down and plunged his iron stiff rod into her. Her long single wail echoed across the valley. Jeb walked over to a log as Beth grabbed his shoulders and bounced up and down as hard as she could. He straddled the log and leaned back. Beth lost her grip to bounce on him but Jeb picked her up by the waist and started to pound her up and down on his shaft. Beth kept her legs raised so her mound could slam down hard and bounce on his pelvis. This was the deepest he had ever stretched her and he could feel his staff hit the end of her tunnel. She was going to be sore tomorrow, but she was in ecstasy right now. It was good that Jed had taken over because Beth immediately started to shake and spasm. Her wails sounded like her mothers and echoed off the trees. Jeb pounded her up and down the full length of his shaft like he was trying to shake a squirrel out of a log. The sensation was the best he could imagine. After three of four minutes of this, Jeb felt a volcano rise within him, and he exploded hard while holding her down tight to the bottom of his shaft. Beth still spasmed, but her hips ground her bare little nub against the hard bone of his pelvis that she rested against. Jeb felt like he was dying, but Beth still spasmed and worked herself against him. He leaned up and stood. She wrapped her legs and arms around him and he started walking back up to the cabin. His shaft had softened some but was still hard enough to stay up in her and help support her. She may not have realized it but she still milked him every few steps. Sarah met him on the porch. She had heard the commotion down at the creek. Her naked husband was carrying their naked, barely conscious daughter, while she wiggled on his hard shaft that was stuck up in her. What a sight he must have made. Sarah lifted her daughter off of him to carry her inside. Before she turned she looked down at his still hard shaft and gave him a meaningful look. "Later; my turn." She said. Gwen was just inside the door wearing her light dress and biting the corner of her lip. Jeb asked if she would go down to the creek and get his clothes. She slipped past him and yanked on his shaft lightly as she passed. Jeb sighed. He still had work to do before sunset. He started to saw logs and split firewood while naked. He still had to store up a lot of firewood to last them through the winter. After a while he wondered where Gwen went. He looked around and saw Sarah standing on the porch watching him. On the other side of the yard Gwen was sitting on a stump, just watching him. Jeb felt his loins stir. "Hey, I might accidentally chop something important. Give me my clothes." Gwen ran over and handed him his clothes. Then she patted his butt and ran over to her mother. They giggled to each other as they went inside. Jeb got back to work. After a while he decided to make kindling and needed the hatchet. It was around the barn. Jeb walked around the corner and saw Eli with Abbey. She was standing with her bare feet apart, her dress pulled up in back around her waist, and she was leaning over the railing in the fence. She was bare from the waist down and looking back at her brother. Eli had his trousers off and stood bottomless right behind her. He had one hand deep inside the crack of her butt. It looked like he was getting her ready to stick his thing in her butt. Jeb stopped dead in his tracks. Abbey was only four years old. Eli was only seven. Abbey had been sucking and using her mouth on Eli and Jeb for several months now, but nothing had been inside her. Not for the first time Jeb had to swallow down the jealously of his son getting first rights to his daughters. Eli's penis was small butt it was too big to fit in her girl hole. Her butt hole might be big enough. It had to start this way. Abbey looked excited and happy. This would have been her idea. Eli would not push her. Jeb cleared his throat politely. Trying to sound like a stern father he asked Eli, "Are you using plenty of butter?" "Yes sir, I am.", came the proper reply. "Good, just make sure she enjoys it too." What else could Jeb say? He continued around the barn. Seeing Abbey getting poked in the ass for the first time would get him so worked up he might start mating with the cow. Jeb remembered when six year old Gwen practiced each day, sucking on her mother, father, and even her brother. Soon, when they were in the right positions, she started trying to put Jeb's rod between her legs like she had seen him do to her mommy. Jeb always pushed her away gently or changed position. The idea of his penis inside her girl hole instead of her mouth was really not the problem. There was just no way it would fit. Gwen had already lost her virginity to her little brother Eli. One night Jeb had been lying between Sarah's legs, pounding into her, when he looked over and saw his two eldest children in the same position. Beth was four, and she had lost hers to Eli too. Jeb didn't know when that happened. Gwen continued to try with her father the positions she practiced each day with her brother. One day, Sarah thought that if Jeb proved to his eldest daughter that his rod was too big to fit in her, that Gwen would stop trying to mount him. Jeb lay back on the bed with his rod pointing above his head. Stiffness was not a problem when he thought of what his precious naked daughter was about to try. Gwen ceremoniously spread butter all over his manhood like she had seen her mother do. Holding his staff upright, it was too tall for Gwen to fit over it while kneeling. She had to stand and squat. She directed his staff against her entrance and expertly rubbed it up and down her slit. She then lowered most of her weight onto it. Her body tensed and she gasped in pleasure. Gwen made an effort to relax then started to wiggle around. She couldn't hide the pain on her face. Still, she continued. Jeb and Gwen could feel something start to give. Suddenly, Gwen's legs caught her as she dropped two inches. Tears came to her eyes but she said nothing. Both Jeb and Sarah were surprised and bewildered. Jeb was sure Gwen had had enough. Instead, Gwen leaned forward and moved her knees under her. She began to push back against his rod. Then forward, then back again. Jeb felt that she was so tight around his rod that she wasn't actually sliding at all. But slowly, his staff was disappearing inside her. She reached her end when half his length was inside her, but she still continued to rock back and forth. They had allowed Eli and Beth to watch, thinking all their children would learn a lesson in their limitations. This wasn't what they planned, but he couldn't stop now. Jeb was starting to feel the power rise from his groin, and started grunting. Soon he felt his seed surging forth and Gwen stopped as she kept him deep inside her. Jeb spasmed and jerked and Gwen smiled with pride. She had proved herself. She could have her daddy whenever she wanted. And, she wanted it a lot. Now, Sarah also felt free to return to her son all the pleasure he had given her. With Jeb and Gwen busy, she often spread her legs for her son. On a farm, sunset means suppertime. Jeb washed up again from the trough and kicked off his boots before going inside. The rest of the family was busy, so he sat on his favorite stool by the fire. Gwen fed and cleaned JJ and Ben, Eli was preparing the fireplace to last the night, and Beth was clearing and setting the table. Sarah, as usual, was spinning and weaving as she prepared five dishes at once for the table. Everyone was dressed, but that would change as they prepared for bed. Sarah had made all the clothes for the family. She had designed her own dresses to fit snugly at the waist and flare out widely at the bottom. When she turned sharply, the whole skirt would spin out like a dancer's. The soft white cloth would then fall back to rest on her gentle curves. With the extra heat from the stove she had to wear something light, or if nothing spattered, she would wear nothing at all. The glow from the fire in the stove showed through the fabric and he could see her beautiful legs outlined. She bent for something and her breasts swung forward and pushed the top of her blouse out further. Sarah had told Jeb before, "Later". That meant that he had better not give his seed to anyone else before her. Baby Ben was almost six months old and Sarah was starting to become more regular in her monthly mark. They had three girls and three boys. Jeb secretly wished the next would be a girl. Lately he hadn't seeded Sarah's fertile valley as often as he should. He had been giving it to his daughters. If he didn't get the job done, Eli might be the father of her next child. That would be a problem. Sarah again turned toward the table and wiped the sweat from her brow. Her hands were long and slender. Her fingernails were only long enough to help her sewing. She never wore long sleeves or thick fabrics unless they were going to town. Sarah cut her own hair of course. Not a lot, she just trimmed it to below her shoulders. Jeb had bought a mirror and good steel scissors for their first anniversary. She almost never wore her hair up, but usually kept it tied back in a pony tail. Tonight, it swung free and in a soft wave. Every minute or so she would unconsciously pull it back from her eyes and back over her shoulder. Its dark wood color looked just right, framing her tanned face. Sarah kept her dress clean as she knew how to avoid or handle the smoky stove and open pots of food. None of the girls wore underdresses or underclothes. Gwen washed all the clothes often and they weren't necessary. Besides, they only got in the way. Sarah had been bending over but now turned from the stove and stretched. Her hands clenched in fists as she held them up and reached for the rafters. She arched her back into a curve that no man could do. Her dress rested on the lower curve of her back then flowed gracefully over her delicious looking bottom. Then she went up onto her tippytoes. She was so beautiful that Jeb forgot to breathe. She then relaxed, looked around and saw Jeb watching her, and she smiled. Sarah started putting dishes on the table and everyone hustled to finish what they were doing. Last one to the table said grace. It was usually Jeb, but he made sure he sat down before the last dish hit the table. Sarah sat and Jeb repeated grace. Tonight was beans and corn, and biscuits with a thick chicken gravy; one of Jeb's favorites. Everyone was expected to complement Sarah on their favorite dish. Eli helped Abbey to eat tonight. She seemed happy. At the end of the meal, no one got up till everyone was done. These were all traditions Jeb thought were important to the family. After dinner, Jeb went to get more water for dishes and the children cleaned up. Tonight, Sarah wanted to teach the children more from their primers. All the children could read better than Jeb, but he still listened carefully. An hour later, little Beth was getting sleepy and yawned noisily. She pulled off her dress and naked she walked over to her Jeb. She wanted her daddy to tuck her in after putting his seed in her ever hungry womb. Sarah gave Jeb an evil look. Jeb smiled back reassuringly. Beth crawled up into his lap and Jeb kissed her deeply on her mouth, their tongues danced to a familiar song. He snuck his hands down and gently caressed her mound and bottom. Always thoughtful, Gwen put a bowl of butter next to him. He dipped a finger into the butter and then rubbed his little angel's nub. Beth was still tender from her pounding earlier. Jeb backed off to rub her little tummy and inner thighs. His other hand pushed a little glob of butter into her bottom and followed it with a finger. Beth had been able to fit him into her bottom only a couple days after she had proved herself on his staff. Jeb was sorely tempted to enjoy that now, seeing as how her nub and groin were too sore. But, Sarah would beat him. He couldn't give Beth his seed tonight. Jeb very slowly inserted the tip of his second finger. Beth froze in his lap as she felt the strain against her hole. Jeb knew how fast he could go without hurting her and Beth was able to relax easily because she trusted him. Jeb's thick long fingers went deep. Not as deep as his staff, but they could wiggle. All the while he never broke his kiss. His fingers were wild in her butt hole and she whined into his mouth. Suddenly Beth's mouth went slack and she desperately ground her butt against his hand. Then she started shiver and shake, and wail into his mouth. Jeb stopped moving his fingers as her butthole clenched hard around them. After of minute of spasm, she relaxed everything, and started to kiss his mouth again. Jeb lifted Beth up and carried her over to the pisspot in the corner. Then he scrubbed his hands, and got a clean cloth and wiped her butt when she was finished. He carried her to the bed and tucked her in with a peck on the forehead. Now, Abbey wanted all the attention. She wanted to show what Eli could now do to her. She quickly stripped off her dress and climbed up onto the cleared table. Eli also stripped and brought the butter bowl up onto the table. He then knelt beside his sister as she bent over on her hands and knees. Eli took his time buttering her up. He started with one hand between her legs below her, and then he rested his other hand on her back. While the hand below rubbed and explored her entire mound, he reached the other hand down and slowly began to wiggle his little finger against Abbey's butt hole. Her face hardened in concentration as the finger disappeared into her tiny pink butthole. Then she visibly relaxed as she became accustomed to the sensation. When Eli withdrew his little finger then slipped his first and second finger into her, Abbey didn't show pain but actually seemed to anticipate the feeling with pleasure. Abbey had her ass in the air for all to see with her brother pump his fingers in and out of her butthole. She could not have been more proud. Jeb felt pride for her too, but inside him he raged with lust and desire. Eli stopped what he was doing, covered his hard penis with butter. He then mounted her and Abbey didn't make a whimper. She didn't spasm but she kept looking around and beaming with pride and pleasure. Eli was gentle and careful. After a bit, he spasmed and held her close. Then, like his father, he washed up then came back and cleaned Abbey. While they were busy, Jeb had undressed and was rubbing his staff as he watched them. Gwen knew that her father was saving his seed for her mother, so she had crawled under Sarah's dress, spread Sarah's legs, and had her head buried in Sarah's lap. No one can serve a woman like another woman. Sarah was gritting her teeth and stifling moans until Abbey's show was over. Now she began to wail and lift her hips. Jeb couldn't warm his wife up better. He didn't need any help getting ready either. Gwen was a giver. She was happy to do this for her mother and did it often when her brother and father were busy. Sarah could only go so wild before she fell and hurt herself. Gwen backed off when she knew Sarah had reached her limit. Sarah stood up, over her daughter, and growled while trying to get the buttons off her tight waist. Jeb grabbed the butter, spread it generously over his rod, and braced himself. Sarah pushed her dress down to cover Gwen and strode over to sit down hard on Jeb's staff. Everyone watched. Sarah dominated over him and started to grind back and forth vigorously. She ground downward as her nub kept getting pinched between their pelvises. Again she started to wail and everyone smiled. Jeb leaned back on his bench and began to fondle Sarah's formidable breasts. She grabbed his hands and forced them to squeeze her breasts hard. Her control over her legs was weakening and he began to take over, thrusting up into her with his hips. Jeb had closed his eyes but a shadow crossed his face. Soft warm wet flesh pressed against his mouth. Gwen had decided to join her parents and he couldn't be happier. Gwen was straddling his face while facing her mother. Jeb lapped and sucked and explored with his tongue. He was trapped under two bodies and wished this feeling would never, ever end. Sarah's wails became muffled and intermittent and Jeb knew that his daughter was sucking on her mother's tongue and kissing her full on the mouth. Gwen didn't seem to care about gender or a man's staff. He felt something wiggle between his pelvis and Sarah's. He knew it was Gwen's hand on her mother's nub. Then he felt her rubbing her own nub above his chin. Sarah's hands had been squeezing the backs of Jeb's hands as he squeezed her breasts, but now they let go. Sarah was probably rubbing her hands over her daughter's body. Everyone was losing control. Sarah stopped humping, Jeb's thrusts became stronger but erratic, and Gwen's legs wouldn't support her and her whole weight rested on Jeb's face, hindering his tongue. Sarah spasmed first, long and hard. With his body trapped, Jeb was able to hold out a little longer, but exploded painfully hard, deep inside his wife. Gwen, feeling for both of their rapture, slid into an ecstatic state of quivering. Gwen recovered first, but she wanted more. Instead of getting off, she again started to grind herself against her fathers face. This kept Jeb hard and lustful. He began to lick and wiggle again. Sarah had been filled completely and now wanted to share. She stood up and stepped off of Jeb's shaft. Holding Gwen's shoulders she pulled her daughter off her husbands face then turned her around so Gwen could sit on her father's staff. Gwen had fit him earlier, and with his tongue's wet stimulation, she slid down easily, exhaling all the breath in her body along the way. Jeb started to slowly thrust again as though he hadn't just spasmed. He was delighted when Sarah took her daughters place. His seed was deep inside and what leaked out wasn't important. It dribbled in his mouth, on his chin, and down his throat. It was mingled with her juices. He was too busy to think about the taste, and didn't really care. His girls drank it all the time. Right now, they did something above him that he could not see. It must be something good because they were enjoying this more than just with him alone. He felt a hand brush his chin then Sarah hunched her back and scooted forward to rest her fertile valley on his chin. He stuck his tongue deep into her earthy place. She wailed. He felt a strong hand above his penis, rubbing his daughter's nub as he stabbed up into her. They must be leaning against each other. Gwen started a cry of her own. She started to shake hard and humped back with quick jerks. Jeb wasn't trapped under her light body and began to pump like a rabbit. He usually didn't pump this fast, preferring the long drawn out sensations. Gwen's crying became sobs. He doubled his effort using his chin and tongue on his wife's butthole and sensitive place below that. He then added his finger, whetted with his spit, into her butthole. She began to pump back like her daughter was doing. Soon, both collapsed completely against each other. With a swell of pride, Jeb, thrust his hips as high as he could and held it. Gwen cried out in a good way. He felt his staff swell and surge again, and gave her what he had left of his seed. Then he collapsed too. After three of four minutes, Sarah lifted herself off and Jeb sat up with his eldest daughter still in his lap. He and Sarah cleaned her up and then each other. Eli and Abbey were already in bed and Eli was still awake watching them. Jeb laid Gwen between them and Eli cuddled up to her. Jeb shut down the fireplace damper and crawled into bed after Sarah. It had been a good day. I am not much of a historian, and I imagine there are errors within the story, but I always wondered about some of the hidden aspects of history. Does the broken timeline of the story, like a movie screenplay, make the story more eventful? Or, does it become confusing and easy to get lost? I wonder what their day would be like when snowed-in in winter. I don't want to write about obvious sexual times like Roman orgies, but I have ideas about pre- historical "cave-man" life, puritanical punishments, warrior-kings that ruled without any rules, hippy love-ins, and early villages where gods were plentiful and lustful. Should I write more historical erotica or return to more modern scenarios? Also, negative feedback is welcome. I am appalled at how few people are offended by me. Email: pedrofeelya@gmail.com. The rest of my stories are at: /files/Authors/Pedro_Feelya/