Las Vegas in the early to mid '70s was very different than it is now. Circus Circus was a big deal back then when I moved there from the mid-west with my new husband. I was 17 and just out of high school when I married the first man who asked me. Jack was quite few years older than me and had just gotten his contractors license in Nevada when we met while he was visiting his relatives back home. We moved to Las Vegas and he did quite well, getting into the beginning of the building boom. By the mid-70s when I was 22, we still didn't have any children. We fucked like bunnies the first few years, but had tapered off by the time I was 21. I was the oldest in a large family and wanted a large family of my own. We'd never used birth control, and I was a bit worried when Jack seemed to lose interest. By the time I was 21, I knew when my fertile periods were. I started going out to bars wearing what I called my "fuck me" clothes, pick up a guy, give him a hand- job or blow-job in his car, and then come home to tell Jack all about it. It really turned him on, and we again fucked like bunnies during my fertile periods. I always told Jack both because it turned him on, and because I sometimes caught glimpses of him in the bar while I was flirting with the guy. When I'd get home, the hood of his car was always warm. I'd been doing this for over a year, still with no pregnancy, when I met a man on the first day of a fertile period when I was 22. It was a Saturday. He was aggressive. He even got his hand up my skirt and under my panties while we were sitting at the bar. Although mini-dresses were still popular in the mid-70s, we didn't wear thongs then, so he needed my cooperation to finger my bare pussy while seated at the bar. I saw Jack in the corner of my eye, but pretended not to see him as usual. Inside his car, I went down on him, but he stopped me before he blew. The top of my dress was around my waist and my bra was off by then. He raised my skirt, took off my panties, and did what no one had ever done to me before. He licked my pussy. I've since learned that he was an expert pussy-licker. I was about to have my third orgasm when he stopped and climbed on top of me. I realized he had dropped his pants and freed his cock. My "No! Don't!" turned into "Oh, my!" and then into "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, you bastard!" as he got his cock into me. He made me come I-don't-know-how-many times before he came inside me. He took me again before driving me to my car. We spent several minutes outside my car with him fingering me to another couple of orgasms before letting me go. He kept my panties and made me promise to visit him at his hotel room at 5:00 that morning to get them back. When I got home, the hood of Jack's car was still warm. I'm sure my makeup was smeared and I looked a mess. I could feel the man's come running down my leg. When I got into the house and saw Jack, I said, "He took me." Jack said, "I know." I said, "I wanted him to." Jack asked, "Did you enjoy it?" I said, "He was really very good. He wants me to go to his room at 5:00." I proceeded to tell Jack everything. Jack was so turned on, he fucked me for hours without my removing my dress. My bra was in my purse, so the dress was all I had on. Finally at 5:30, I asked Jack, "Do you mind if I go see him?" Jack let me go. This was the start of an incredible week. I went to the man's place and realized I didn't even know his name while knocking on his door. I was still in just my dress and hadn't washed. After he opened the door and let me in, he asked me what happened, and I told him all about Jack. This got the guy excited, and we fucked with my dress around my waist again. We finally introduced ourselves in the shower afterwards. I'll call him Dan. I'm Rachel. Dan was in his mid-thirties. I lost my anal virginity that Sunday. Jack got my ass Sunday night after I told him about Dan. All week, I'd be fucking Dan during the day or fucking Jack at night. They were both so excited knowing what the other was doing to me, I didn't get much sleep that week. Wednesday morning, Dan bought me a French maid outfit, and that evening, I served him and some of his clients (he was in Las Vegas on a sales trip) while they played cards. I was the prize for the winning hands. That night, I learned the joys of having a cock in my pussy and another in my ass at the same time. They tried having one in my mouth too, but I was having multiple orgasms and was unable to concentrate on the one in my mouth. I also became a prostitute that night, as they left me a hefty tip before they left. Jack and I didn't get any sleep that night as he was so excited after I told him. Thursday after a leisurely fuck with Dan, we just rested with me laying on top of him, his cock softening in me. I said, "Boy, they wouldn't believe what I've been doing back home." Dan asked, "Why's that?" I answered, "Well, back home in..." (I mentioned my home town) "...I was a preacher's daughter and raised very conservatively." Dan mentioned my home town and said, "You're from there too? What do you mean, conservatively?" I could feel him start to get hard again. I said, "My mother didn't approve of my first boyfriend, and he was the Sunday school teacher's son!" Dan asked, "Wait a minute. Is your maiden name...?" (He mentioned it) "...and the Sunday school teacher Mrs....?" (He mentioned her name.) He was really hard now, and moving inside me, distracting me. "Yes. Oh, yes. I lost my virginity to him. We even used a rubber the only time we did it." He said, "I'll bet neither of your mothers liked it. I'll bet they both put a stop to it. I'll bet neither of your fathers understood why! Oh, God! You might want me to stop." "No! Keep fucking me! How do you know so much?" "I'm your father! I'm his father too!" "Oh God! I'm coming again!" He flooded me at the same time. Afterwards, we lay there and talked. I asked, "How can you be my father? You're not much older than me." He named by brothers and sister, then named the Sunday school teacher's children. He said, "I started really young, around 12, and am the father of all of you. As far as I know, your father and your boyfriend's father never found out. Both of your mothers knew about the other, though." I asked, "How can that be?" He said, "Have you ever wondered why you and your brother and sister all have chestnut hair while both of your parents are brunettes? Why the Sunday school teacher's children are all strawberry blonds when their parents are both blond?" Dan was a carrot top. I remembered growing up with several other reddish haired children. I asked, "Are our mothers the only ones you seduced?" "Oh, no. I made many women pregnant before leaving town to go to college. They were all married. I'm not sure they all knew about each other, but I know your mother and the Sunday school teacher knew about each other. I think they suspected some of the others, as they saw the way the women treated me after it was known they were pregnant. Actually, before they were obviously pregnant." I said, "I'm fertile this week. Is there a chance of you getting me, your daughter, pregnant?" "Absolutely. Say, I'm sorry. I wouldn't have had you at the party on Wednesday if I'd known you were my daughter." "That's OK. I enjoyed it. So did Jack. And I want to have children. You sound confident that you can get your own daughter pregnant." He said, "It won't be the first time." I must have looked stunned, because he said, "No, I won't tell you about it. Ask your mother. She might have suspicions." I did ask her later, and learned that she thinks Dan is the father of all his brothers and sisters. At least, of the first six or seven of them. There's a 13 year gap between him and his next-oldest sibling, a sister. His mother was only 13 or 14 when she had him. She thinks all the red-haired children of my age group in our town were fathered by Dan. She said Dan's oldest sister got pregnant when she was 13, but isn't sure who the father is. The baby also had red hair. He looked at me and said, "I have something serious to tell you. I'd been told this by my parents, but didn't learn it for real until I was in college. If I've gotten you pregnant and you have a boy, he's likely to be a very horny little devil. You have to teach him to seduce only married women, as it can be devastating for an unmarried woman to get pregnant." While no longer so true, it was still true in the 70s. "I learned the hard way while in college. The little guy might even try to get into your pants. I'll be up to you if you let him. Teach him to respect women. If you let him into your pants, teach him how to be a good lover. Teach him that `no' means `no.' If he's like me, he'll be a good salesman and can turn a `no' into a `yes,' so watch him." I've followed his advice. Before he left on Saturday, I told him, "I don't want this to end. Will you be coming back?" "Yes, I'll be coming to Las Vegas every month. I'd like to see you again, too." And he did. He met Jack the following month, and the both of them shared me. Jack enjoyed feeling Dan's prick inside me while they both fucked me. Dan was by once a month for a couple of years after that, until his sales territory was changed. Oh, I did get pregnant that week. It was Dan's, as my son has auburn hair, redder than mine. Dan was in town for the birth, as was my mother. I thought my mother was too old to get pregnant again, but I have two more sisters and a brother. You see, Dan was around long enough to get me pregnant two more times and met my mother at each birth. I showed my mother this story before submitting it.