Deviant sexuality falls into a number of manmade categories, but in fact, there are as many different sexualities as there are people, even though they may be roughly equivalent. Perhaps the sexual behavior involving older persons' attraction to the very young is of most interest to many. This is never admitted, but in a behavioral sense it is quite evident by the very volume of interest shown, not stated.
Such is the case with our character, Joe. He cannot talk to anybody about his feelings and attraction for his own, budding daughter, but that interest is there. And it must find an outlet-which it does when Joe f :i ally resorts to his employee's advice ... to actually try some "young stuff." Once he has done this, however, the web grows and becomes stickier, involving him deeper and deeper in his pedophilic trap.
CHAPTER ONE
Joe Foster woke up with a splitting hard-on.
He rolled over in bed, but his rigidly persistent cock stuck out from between his legs like a length of iron pipe. He could feel the damned thing banging head-first up against the teasing softness of the mattress, reminding him of all goddamn things of a soft, plump young pussy.
"God," he whispered hoarsely into his pillow, "not again."
Realizing that he had spoken out loud, and that his wife might have heard him, he tensed for a moment in bed and waited to hear her shift, breathe, respond.
Silence.
Good, he thought, at least Laura can't know what I'm thinking and feeling, because if she did....
He didn't even finish the thought. It was too wildly depressing and frightening to finish. Just the idea that his wife might guess the nature and cause of his violent hard-on brought a weak chill to his spine-but nothing chilling enough to make his horny stiffness retreat.
Finally, as he had done for the past two mornings, he gave himself up to the terrible, lecherous thoughts-in hopes that by indulging himself in all the imaginable evil of his thirty-five-year-old brain, he might somehow erase the wicked trend of the last forty-eight hours or so.
A trend which had started the morning he caught his young daughter playfully toying with her own pussy.
He continued to lie there in bed on his side, his back turned to his unsuspecting, sleeping wife. And in such a guarded, safe position, he let his mind run like a naked satyr through the tangled wilds of his memory and imagination.
He had seen his own little Cindy, nude as the day she was born, her legs spread wide apart and her small, pubescent tits rising like proud little melons as she slowly but deliberately tickled the pliant slit between her legs. He had seen it all through the bathroom keyhole, squatting down on his haunches out in the hall and peering lustily through the tiny peephole.
At first the sight of his own daughter sitting on the John with her smooth, trim young legs flung open and her softly fuzzed cunt budding moistly apart had shocked him. He still-at least until then-had thought of her as a baby.
But no girl is still a baby at fourteen, not even to her father!
He remembered how his shock and surprise had given away slowly but crudely to a different kind of feeling. It was as if he had suddenly been watching a complete stranger. Not his daughter, not the golden-haired little angel he used to buy ice cream for, but some enchanting, wanton little imp with a finger stuck up her twat.
He sighed heavily again in bed and felt a strong, lewd twitch go through his prick.
Jesus, he had never had a hard-on like this one!
He felt he could fuck all day with a pecker the size and length and hardness of the one he was sporting this morning!
He amused himself for a moment thinking of just what he'd like to fuck. A watermelon in the sun, a fruit jar filled with warm calves-liver, a knothole, a side of goddamned beef-!
Or Cindy's cunning, inviting little pussy!
He grinned raggedly despite himself, and before pulling back his horns in guilty self-censure, he let his mind indulge in one sweet, fleeting image of himself in that bathroom with her. He saw her lying back on the toilet stool, her legs arched and pulled apart, her faintly whiskered young cunt stretched apart like a wet little mouth all hungry for her daddy's nine inches of solid, hot cock. He saw her look up at him, her cute little face flushed with a rising tide of pure, erotic lust. He felt her small hands come up so that her fingers could curl lovingly around the hard club of his cock-to squeeze it, hold it, coax it into growing a bit stiff er.
And then, in his wildly accelerating imagination, he heard his own daughter whisper those magic, abandoned words: Want to fuck me, daddy? I want you to. Please, daddy. Please fuck me. Fuck me real good, so that I can learn to cum. Teach me how to cum, daddy. I won't tell mother if you will put your big thing into me all the way ... all the way ... all the way up to your hairy, hot balls....
"JOE? Joe! For heaven's sakes, what's the matter with you?"
Joe snapped back to reality, feeling his big hard-on suddenly soften like a sponge.
His wife was bending over his shoulder, her mouth close to his face. "For heaven's sake, darling," she breathed, "you must have been having a nightmare. You've been groaning and gasping for the past few minutes as if-"
"I'm okay," he grunted, not turning to look at Laura. He was afraid the telltale blush and gleam in his eye would reveal everything he had been thinking.
"Time to get up, anyway, dear," Laura sighed. "You don't want to be late again for work this morning."
He knew what she meant. Yesterday morning he had suffered the same problem. His wife had come into the bedroom to shake him awake-out of a rutty dream in which he had been blindly, crazily fucking four young girls his daughter's age-and his prick had been so stiff that he couldn't crawl out of bed until Laura had left the room. She had elected to brush her hair for five minutes in the bedroom, and that had made him late for work.
"Rise and shine," Laura sang, as she climbed out of bed on her side. "You know you like to get into the bathroom before Cindy."
He waited until his wife had whipped on her dressing gown and had left the room, then he crawled out of the sack himself. Since he always slept naked, it was impossible to hide anything he was feeling down there between his legs, and even though Laura had scared some of the stiffness from his oversized cock, he still had a respectable semi-hard-on as he stumbled over to where his wife had laid out his suit the night before.
He caught sight of his body in Laura's vanity mirror, and paused.
"Jesus, you old bastard," he whispered, staring with both pride and fear at the profile shot of his still-lean, still-trim body. All those years of high school football had paid off, as he always knew they would. He had the body of a guy in his early twenties, a solidly packed pair of arms, a full chest, and a stomach flat as a skillet.
But it was his big cock that somehow fascinated him as he indulged in a few seconds more of male vanity. He really did have quite a bone down there, and every time he saw it sticking out half-hard he could remember how Pam Dawson used to go on about it. Pam had been the high school punchboard-a good-looking, sexy little blonde with a nympho's need for males. In fact, old Pam used to take on the whole goddamn football team on Saturday afternoons, screwing one and all with a smirking, lusty greed that made every boy's peter stand up hard as iron.
He could remember how Pam would curl her hot young legs up over his back and tease her wet tongue into his sixteen-year-old ear, while whispering to him that his prick made her feel good all the way down to her toes, that he could fuck her anytime he wanted to, and that if he wouldn't tell the other guys she'd go out with him some night and eat his big cock all he wanted her to.
Just thinking about Pam Dawson had made his prick rise again, and he stared at the reflection of his healthy, mature body aroused to the point of pleasant pain. He found himself wishing that Pam was there right now, kneeling in front of him and taking the bursting head of his horny rod between her smooth lips, teasing it wetly with her salacious little tongue, kissing it, licking it, sucking it....
"Snap out of this," he whispered to himself, hoarsely.
He thumped the glans of his cock with his thumb, the way they used to do in the army to make their morning hard-ons go down, but his prick remained stubbornly horizontal, making him smile. "Okay for you, buddy," he said softly, "if it's a cold shower you want, that's what you'll get."
He slipped into his robe and left the bedroom. His prick was still adamantly stiff, but the way he kept the robe bunched in front of him, he was safe.
As he passed Cindy's bedroom, he vetoed the impulse to kneel and peek at her. He'd have to cut that shit out, too. Enough was enough!
Once in the shower, with the cold water streaming down over his body, his penis shrank to a respectable size. But before he could come out from behind the plastic curtain, he heard the bathroom door bang open.
"Are you in here, daddy?" Cindy trilled.
A ragged little thrill went through him, despite his promise to himself to quite thinking those naughty thoughts.
"Yeah, honey," he called over the hiss of the water. "I'll be out in a second."
"That's okay," Cindy called back, "I just want to look through Mom's lipsticks and see if there's anything that will go with my pink blouse."
He stood stark still under the shower, listening to Cindy rummage through the medicine cabinet. At just what point he decided to sneak a look at her, he didn't know. But before he could rationalize the right or wrong of it, he had pinched back the curtain and was staring straight at the raised behind of his own daughter.
Cindy was only wearing panties and training bra, and she was bending over to pick up some of the lipstick containers she had accidentally allowed to fall on the floor.
The sight of her trim, smooth little butt drove a savage urge through his groin. His prick twitched, stirred, thickened.
As if sensing that she was being watched, Cindy whirled back around and caught a glimpse of her father's wet face framed in the slit of the shower curtain.
She grinned at him.
Flushed, he grinned back, and barely found his voice.
"Going to look good for the boys today, baby?" he asked, huskily.
Cindy looked a bit shy and embarrassed, but her pert brown eyes sparkled from under the blonde froth of her hair. "Oh, daddy," she piped, "you know I don't care anything about boys."
"I'll bet they care plenty about you. You'd better watch those young devils, you hear?"
Cindy giggled, but there was something sensuous and throaty about her teenaged laugh. Something that only a week ago he wouldn't have noticed.
"I've got to finish getting dressed, daddy. Have a nice shower, and I'll see you downstairs for breakfast."
"Sure, honey."
She left the bathroom, and he watched her go.
His prick was up again, inordinately stiff.
He knew then for sure that the dreams he had tried to ignore for the past two nights were more than just dreams, and that he had a solid little problem.
He wanted to do something he knew he never would do.
He wanted to fuck Cindy, and he wanted her to whisper the same things in his ears that Pam Dawson had whispered to him when he was sixteen!
They were halfway through breakfast when the doorbell rang, making Cindy leap from the table like a young gazelle.
"I'll get it," she yelped as she sped away.
Joe glanced up at his wife. "Who the hell is that all about?"
Laura smiled. "If it's not Billy Wilks from next door, I'll be very surprised."
Joe felt a little tug of ridiculous jealousy. "That Wilks kid?" he echoed. "Cindy is interested in that little brat?"
"He's not so little any more, Joe. You just haven't been paying attention the last couple of years. Billy is fifteen years old."
Joe frowned. "He used to throw baseballs through our front window, and tramp down your flowers playing explorer."
Laura smiled again just as Cindy and Billy Wilks came into the kitchen.
Joe glanced at the boy, and realized for the first time how tall he was. As if he had shot up like a weed overnight.
"Hello, Mr. Foster," Billy said, politely.
Joe stared disapprovingly at the way Billy and Cindy were holding hands, and Billy quickly but smoothly disengaged his fingers from Cindy's.
"Have you had breakfast, Billy?" Laura asked.
"Yes, ma'am. I just came over to walk Cindy to school."
Joe cleared his throat. "I can drive you two to school; it's on my way."
Cindy made a small face. "Oh, that's okay, daddy. Billy and I don't mind walking."
Before he could protest any further, Cindy had given him a quick wet smack on his cheek. She gave her mother the same kind of kiss, and then she and Billy went quickly out of the kitchen, clasping hands again just before they disappeared.
Joe frowned again. "I don't like the idea of your letting Cindy date that kid. She's too damned young."
Laura smiled. "Don't be silly, honey. They aren't dating, not really. Cindy knows she can't do any of that until she's fifteen."
"They were holding hands," Joe grunted.
"Well, that's certainly innocent enough. Besides, Billy is a nice boy."
"No boy is nice at his age. I can imagine what he's got on his mind."
His wife studied him for a long moment. "Joe, something is bothering you. I've noticed-"
"Nothing is bothering me," he snapped.
Like hell there isn't, he thought. I've still got a goddamn hard-on from thinking about Cindy, and it's only eight o'clock in the morning.
Laura was picking at her plate now, her fork absently moving her half-eaten egg.
"Joe ... if it's anything I'm doing ... or not doing."
"Huh?"
She glanced up at him, her eyes wide and slightly wounded. "We-we haven't done much lately, Joe. And I thought perhaps if you wanted-or needed to-to do something. Well, I'm still your wife, and I still love you and need you."
He knew what she was talking about, and the soft, yearning way she was asking him to fuck her both turned him off and turned him on.
"Maybe that is what I need," he said.
"Maybe it's what we both need," his wife admitted. "You know how worried I've been about mother-how I keep expecting a call from the doctor. I-I guess I haven't exactly been in the mood to give you what I know you want."
If you only knew what I want, he thought, you'd be screaming bloody-murderl
"I'll be late for work," he said.
Laura already had the usual pink, hot flush at her cheeks that he could always recognize as her itching-for-sex look. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, and said: "You can call Rick. He can open the office and show customers cars until you get there."
Joe felt his prick growing stone hard in his pants, knowing that he was indeed going to call the young man who helped him run the car agency and to tell Rick he'd be a little late.
And he also knew that every minute he was fucking his wife, his mind was going to be on something else.
After he made the call, he followed Laura upstairs to their bedroom. She was already out of her robe and lying naked in the middle of the bed-as expectant as a honeymoon bride.
He crawled out of his suit again, this time not bothering to hide the big hard-on he had been trying so desperately to get rid of the whole morning. And as he walked across the room toward her, his cock wagged stiffly between his legs.
Laura lifted her legs as he positioned himself above her.
"Oh, darling," she crooned, "it has been a long time-too long."
"Don't talk," he breathed, "let's just see how much we can enjoy this."
She didn't talk any more, but when he pushed the smooth head of his cock between the yielding, heavily -haired flanges of her pussy, she made a deep-throated moan of desire.
He got the glans well into her, and felt her greedy vaginal lips close around tightly, wetly. He pushed the column of his large penis deeper into her throbbing cunt, and she moved her knees up against his hips. At the same time, she made a humming, hot-bee sound.
He felt himself losing his erection!
"What's-what's the matter, honey?" she whispered.
"Nothing," he snapped, softly. "Look, let's not talk. Just let me concentrate, okay?"
"Of course."
She really did shut her mouth then, as if in fear that her suddenly stirred female urges might not be satisfied unless she allowed him to screw her as he wanted. She even relaxed and lay there under him as inert as a dummy-or as a young girl getting her first real fucking.
It was exactly the kind of image his brain was yearning to produce.
by closing his eyes, and concentrating on what he had seen earlier that morning in the shower, Cindy's tauntingly trim and lifted young buttocks, her budding little tits pushing out under her bra, his hard-on came back with a sudden, vein-filling stiffness that filled Laura's mature pussy like a fist.
He fucked her slowly for a few moments, riding the length of his big prick in and out of the furry mounds of her twat, pretending to himself behind his closed eyelids that it was Cindy he was doing it to, Cindy whose sprouting young cunt was sucking and oiling the stout meat roiling between her legs.
The more he screwed, the sharper the images became in his mind.
He dug his knees into the mattress for better traction and balance, and while his wife lay silent and willing beneath him, he began to fuck with a steady rhythm that made the bed squeak and groan.
His buttocks rose and fell above the splayed hotness of the slit that seemed so eager to please him. He could feel his rough bush of pubic hair mingling with the softer nap covering her relaxed pussy, and he drove forward each time so deeply that his warm balls slapped snugly against the crease of Laura's ass.
He knew he was fucking her good-and why he was fucking her that way.
Halfway through his own pleasure, he felt her cunt suddenly swell and tighten, then boil over in a spewing throb of pleasure. But he didn't stop, not even when the sound of his rigid cock sluicing through the hot wetness of her satisfied cunt began to suggest something depraved and ugly.
That only made him hotter, more crazy with the need to experience the imaginary way Cindy's pubescent pussy might make slurping noises around his lusting tool.
His wife caught something of his passion, too, and with the unexpected promise of a second or third orgasm, she began to move her hips up and down, whoring for him!
He could feel the bursting head of his prick touching against the womb on each thrust, and to his finely honed satisfaction he even sensed that the pussy he was fucking was getting smaller and tighter. It really seemed to be Cindy's beautiful little cunt he was plowing!
With a growl of pleasure, Laura circled her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her tits. His mouth found both of her flushed, plump nipples, and he sucked on them one at a time. They grew larger and firmer against his tongue, and that excited him more.
"God-!" Laura husked. "Yes, YES-AHHHH! ARRGGG!!!"
He was making her cum again, and with the abandon of a wild female animal, she crawled her legs up over his naked buttocks and spasmed with uncontrollable joy.
Her pussy throbbed around his funneling prick, teasing each gorged vein until he felt he might yell out loud with lust.
"Give it to me, darling!" she panted, digging her fingers into his shoulders hard, pumping her thighs brazenly up to meet his every thrust. "CUM IN ME!! CUM!!!"
With a low growl of pure lust, he grabbed her buttocks in both hands and fucked her with such brutal intensity that she was gasping for breath when he finally shot off.
His cock stiffened into stone as he filled her mature' slit with several hot gushes of sperm, riding out the storm of his pleasure with short, jabbing strokes that thrilled her pussy all over again.
They lay quiet for a few moments after that, with her stroking the back of his sweating neck with the tips of her fingers.
"It was good, honey," she purred, "so very, very good."
He knew he had been good ... but he also knew that he had failed.
Failed to quiet the dark urge of his dreams.
CHAPTER TWO
When Joe finally got to the office, the young helper he had hired a month before was lounging almost lazily behind the desk of the small, Used Car agency.
Rick Roberts was what Joe's generation had a tendency to call a smart-ass punk. One of the pot-smoking, smirking, cynical ex-Vietnam veterans, the kind of young males who think the world owes them something because of all the shit America has handed them. But despite Rick's basic superiority complex, there was something about the guy Joe liked, and even envied. After all, Rick was a good-looking, healthy young devil, and Joe sometimes enjoyed hearing Rick talk about loving all that free pussy he was getting.
"Morning, Rick, any sales yet?"
Rick smirked a grin, then slowly took his long legs down from the desk. "Nothing today, boss-man. Maybe we'll get lucky this afternoon and some rich old broad will buy that shot caddy out in the lot."
"Nothing wrong with that Cadillac, fellow."
"Like hell," Rick breathed, then smiled. "But don't worry, I won't tell anybody."
Joe smiled, too. "Listen, Romeo, if you tell half as much as you know about the cars out there as you do all that poontang you say you get, then-"
"What the hell is poontang?"
"Pussy, boy. Don't you know anything?"
Rick's eyes twinkled, and his handsome, animal young mouth moved apart in a sly grin. "Oh, you must mean that stuff I had last night-from a gal about the age of your daughter."
Joe felt a little twitch of interest go through his crotch. But he tried not to show it.
"You better stay away from that stuff, Romeo," Joe said, trying to make his remark sound casual.
"You mean young stuff?"
"Yeah, haven't you ever heard of San Quentin Quail? That's pussy that's too young to poach."
Joe chuckled as Rick gave him the finger in a friendly way, and hoped Rick would go into some detail about what he had really screwed the night before. But Rick didn't because at that moment a damned customer nosed into the lot.
It was almost an hour later, when Rick was back in the office, that Joe brought up the subject again.
"You didn't really have a girl as young as Cindy last night, did you?"
Rick smirked again. "Hell, don't worry, old man. It wasn't your daughter."
"How old was-?"
"She said she was seventeen," Rick interrupted, smiling, "but that little chick wasn't more than fourteen in my book. I oughta know. I fucked a thousand of 'em that young in Nam."
"Where'd you-uh-pick her up?"
"Drive-in I know. Hell, they hang around there like clusters of hot grapes. All of 'em are dying for a man-sized cock. I guess they don't dig high school jocks who pound them for about five seconds and hop off. They like something with a little lasting power."
Joe cleared his throat. "Did you have to pay her?"
Rick actually looked insulted. "Me? Pay for a piece of ass? Not likely, man. Hell, the way that little whore moaned and groaned, she's liable to look me up and offer to pay me for another session."
Joe could feel his prick getting hard in his pants, and he was glad he was sitting down behind the desk!
To his satisfaction, Rick was now in the mood to talk about his adventure.
"You see, man, two or three of my pals clued me in to how it's done. You go to this drive-in with a six-pack of beer. You park off at one of the last order stands and just wait. Pretty soon a couple of high school gals will pull in beside you. They keep the place watched because they know why you're there. If there are three guys, then three gals will drive up. If there's only two guys, then two gals-one guy, one gal. Damnedest neat thing I've ever seen."
"And last night?" Joe breathed.
"Just me-it's faster if you're by yourself. So I'm sitting there and this sexy little chick drives up in her dad's car and parks close enough for me to pinch her tit."
"Was it, ah, easy for you to pick her up?"
"Like the old joke of taking candy from a baby. Hell, two seconds after she got into the car with me she-" Rick broke off, his face flushing a bit uncertainly. "Look, you sure you wanta hear all this? I mean, I know your Cindy is probably a sweet, innocent little gal-and I'm not talking about girls like her.
"These high school girls I'm taking about are probably really little sluts. You know, the kind that wouldn't mind putting out for the whole basketball team, or something. I mean, they'd have to be pretty experienced to want to make out with a twenty-four or twenty-five-year-old guy like me."
Joe tried to make his side of the conversation as light as possible. "Go ahead Romeo, you're not shocking me. You think we didn't do stuff like that when I was in high school? I could tell you some tales about one Pam Dawson that would make your hair stand on end."
Rick chuckled. "It was more than my hair that this chick last night made stand up. Okay, I'll tell you how much fun you're missing. Like I said, the second she got into the car she had her hands all over me. You know, slicking her fingers into my shirt and playing with my chest, getting a button loose so she could get down to my belt." Joe swallowed, hard.
"So I asked her if she'd like to go for a little ride out in the country," Rick said, obviously enjoying relating this particular sex encounter to his boss. "She said I could drive anywhere I wanted to, but that she knew a good place to go. A safe place. So she told me how to get out to this deserted farmhouse. Man, you've never seen such a place-four or five mattresses on the floors upstairs, piles of empty beer cans, some dirty pin-ups on the wall. A real little lust-nest."
"A teenaged hangout?" Joe asked, uneasily.
"No doubt about it. In fact, she told me that about six or seven of her girlfriends had parties all the time out there. Sometimes with their boyfriends from high school-and sometimes with anybody who took their fancy."
"Meaning you," Joe grinned.
"Meaning me, buddy. Like I said, we didn't waste a helluva lot of time. That little minx had my pants off me before I could even feel her up."
Joe felt a searing hotness beginning at the center of his balls, and his cock-stone hard and throbbing now was pushing almost painfully against the zipper of his crotch.
"She-uh-she let you do it to her?" Joe asked, huskily.
Rick chuckled harshly. "Shit, old man, you're really out of touch with the younger generation, aren't you? Hell, I didn't fuck her-she fucked mei"
Joe's throat was too dry to speak.
"Like I said," Rick crooned, relishing the memory of how it had been, "she got me buck naked and stretched out, and then she stripped out of her clothes and got me ready for it."
"H-how was that?" Joe managed.
Rick grinned. "She dabbed some vaseline on the head of my big prick, man. All the time she was working her cute little fingers up and down my peter, she was breathing real deep and telling me what a whopper I was down there, and how much she really got turned on by a big one."
Joe had a blinding flash of his own daughter Cindy, naked and on her knees hovering over him with her cunning, soft fingers gently laving his solidly stiffened rod and whispering to him how much fun it was going to be to climb on top of him-to take him, to use him, to fuck him!
"By the time she got my dick oiled," Rick continued, casually, "I was hot enough to screw a brick wall. She was a little thing. You know, small-, boned, little hips, pretty legs, and a couple of perky little tits sticking out and dying to be sucked."
"You say she-uh-screwed you?"
"Right. She crawled on-or sort of squatted over my hips, you know, and worked the head of my prick up into the folds of her pussy. She was a hot little bitch. Oh, man, was she hot for my cock!"
"She liked it, eh?"
"That's hardly the word for it, old man. When she lowered herself, she took my prick right up to the balls. I kid you not. She took every inch I had to give her, and I almost shot my wad right there. I mean, I know it's been a long time since you had any high school cunt, so you'll just have to use your imagination to remember how it feels to have the lips of a fourteen-year-old pussy touching close around your balls, how it feels when you've got every goddamn inch crammed so far up inside a tight, juicy twat that the head of your tool is fitting snug against her womb."
Joe almost groaned just thinking about it!
"She didn't start fucking me right off," Rick admitted, savoring the memory again. "She didn't want me to cum too soon, so she just sat there on top of me for a while."
"What did she do?"
Rick grinned. "She just horsed around a little."
"Damnit, horsed around how?"
"You really do wanta know, don't you, old man?"
"Hell, I don't want you to stop now, if that's what you mean!"
"Okay, okay. She horsed around by leaning over and kissing my chest-or more like licking on me with her tongue. Christ, you talk about something getting a guy hot. Have you ever had a teenaged girl use her tongue on your nipples? Man, mine got as hard as nail heads. She kissed and licked those sonsabitches until I was going out of my brain. All that teasing made my cock get about ten times harder, and the stiffer my prick got, the softer, wetter, and hotter her pussy got."
"Jesus," Joe groaned.
"Then she let me do a little sucking of my own. She pushed her cute little tits right up over my mouth and let me taste 'em. I sucked those babes until they were swollen and pointing. I know how a girl that young loves to have her nipples chewed, and I gave her what she wanted. I found out that she liked for me to put my hands around her tits and squeeze them so that the nipple bloated out like a ripe-red cherry, and then she wanted me to flick my tongue back and forth over the nipple, moving it up and down, around and around."
It was all Joe could do, listening to the oversexed young bastard sitting across the desk from him, to keep from unzipping his goddamn pants and jacking off while he listened!
"I'm not sure exactly when she started fucking, but it was sometime during all that tit-sucking. I guess she got so heated up, she couldn't stay still. Anyhow, the first thing I knew she was pumping up and down on my cock. Man, she was one lusty little cunt. I've had my tool worked on by hot pussy before, but nothing was ever as good as that! Her slit just couldn't get enough of sliding up and down on my big rod-giving me every bit as much pleasure as she was getting. And talk about a tight hole! I thought she was going to squeeze my dick to death with that massaging twat of hers!"
"Did she cum? Joe demanded, helplessly.
"Your mother's ass she came! I think she started cummin' the second she started fucking. All I know is, every couple of minutes, she'd throw back her head and make a soft, purring sound and I'd feel her cunt-muscles contracting like a fist around my cock, and she'd juice off. I liked it when she did that-I think it kept me from shooting off myself for a longer time than I thought I could. Man, there's nothing as much fun as feeling you're really satisfying a young girl like that. Every time she'd get her rocks off, I could feel her hot juices running down over my balls!"
"You worthless bastard," Joe breathed, his lips twitching back in a ragged grin.
"Yeah," Rick smiled, "I guess I'm no damned good-except for fucking!"
"So what finally happened?"
"Hell, I could go on all day! But anyhow, after she'd pumped me for fifteen minutes or so, she was so damned weak with joy that she sorta half rolled off. That was what I'd been waiting for! I rolled with her and came up on top. Then, buddy-boy, I gave that little slut the kind of goddamn pussy-fucking that her teenaged boyfriends couldn't even imagine."
"Put it to her, eh?"
"I just wish somebody had been around with a camera. Christ, I could sell a film like that for a million bucks! Picture it yourself. A girl your own daughter's age with an eight-inch rod rammed up her cunt to the balls, and her legs draped over my naked butt like love-vines! I don't know how long I fucked her in that position, but I think she came a couple more times before I shot. I guess what happened was, I was hornier than I thought, because when I blasted off and filled her pussy with four or five big squirts of hot stuff, I still had a hard-on!"
"You mean you-uh-"
"Fucked her again? You're damned right I did. Hell, wouldn't you? By the time I got through working on that silky slit, I could have shoved a sixteen-ounce coke bottle up her and she wouldn't have blinked an eyelash."
Pack paused, and after a moment Joe cleared his raspy throat and said, "Is that all you two did?"
"All?"
"You didn't eat her, or anything?"
Rick grinned. "Naw, we're saving that for later."
"You mean, you're going to meet her again?"
"Are you kidding, old man? She's been looking for a guy like me. She told me so. She said all the high school gals she knows would rather have sex with an older guy any night of the week than mess around with boys."
"Must be nice," Joe said, almost painfully.
"Mighty nice."
At that moment another customer pulled up into the lot, and Joe was almost grateful for the interruption. As exciting as Rick's story had been, it had frustrated Joe to the point of pain. In fact, the lurid details still had his thirty-five-year-old prick pulsing stiffly, and the ache in his balls was more hellish than he cared to admit!
"Shit, another customer," Rick groaned, rising.
At the office door, the young stud glanced back at his boss with yet another smirking grin. "Hey, old man, if you decide you'd like to try a little young stuff, just let me know. If you can get your ass away from your old lady, I'll show you that drive-in. Who knows, you might even be able to get a hard-on again when you feel some frisky young poon-uh, what the hell was it?"
"Poontang," Joe said.
"Oh, yeah," Rick said, laughing, "good old teenaged snatch!"
When Joe returned home that evening, his very ears were still tingling with the racy story that Rick Roberts had told him. And even if Rick had made up half of it, it still had excited him to fever pitch!
He kept getting vivid pictures in his mind of how much fun Rick must have had plowing between the tender thighs of a girl like that-especially one who wanted fucked as much as he did!
And to think of what was going on out there in the world behind his back made him feel exactly the way Rick described him: an old man!
He had almost forgotten how happy he had made his own wife that morning, and it even annoyed him a little when she met him at the front door with a wide smile, a wet kiss, and a drink.
"Cindy home?" he asked, casually.
"Not yet, darling. Cindy and Billy Wilks wanted to go roller skating after school, and I said they could."
He glanced darkly at Laura. "What makes you sure they did?"
"Did what, dear?"
"That they went roller skating, instead of something else."
Laura looked blank for a second, then laughed. "Oh, Joe, are you still being suspicious of your own daughter. She's only fourteen."
"You'd be surprised what some fourteen-year-old girls can take it into their heads to do these days."
"Maybe other people's kids, " Laura said, "but not our Cindy. I've had long talks with her, you know-and she's-well, she's even more innocent that I was at her age."
"It wouldn't take that Wilks brat long to teach her a few things."
"Oh, really, Joe!"
He decided that perhaps he'd better back away from what he was really thinking, so he put on a phony smile himself and gave Laura a kiss on her cheek.
"I'm a little bushed, honey. Think I'll have another shower and maybe rest a little before dinner. Okay?"
He thought she looked a bit disappointed at that-as if she expected him to leap into bed with her again-but she tried not to show it.
"Have a good rest," she said, simply.
He took his drink to the bathroom with him, and stuck his head out of the plastic curtain to take sips from it while he showered. He couldn't get his mind off Rick's salacious story of sex in the deserted country house with a teenaged girl. And when he did manage to forget that for a second or two, he remembered again how Cindy had come into the bathroom that morning, sticking her trim little ass up in his face.
But at least he didn't get any wild hard-on again, and maybe that was something!
When he had finished in the bathroom, he trotted down to his bedroom and put on fresh underwear. Then he stretched out on the bed and tried to get a little sleep.
That was a laugh.
Every time he shut his eyes, he saw a young girl with her legs wide open and her beaver meat winking wetly and pinkly at him. Sometimes the girl looked like Cindy, and sometimes it was just the face of any young girl in the world!
"What the shit is wrong with me?" he whispered against the pillow. "It's a little too soon for me to be turning into a dirty-old-man at thirty-five!"
When he decided that sleep was out of the question, he got up and hunted a cigarette.
It was while he was standing at the bedroom window, pawing through his pants for a match, that he saw Cindy and Billy Wilks coming through the gate at the end of the back yard. They were holding hands, and he could see that the young boy was bending his head over and whispering something in Cindy's ear.
Joe felt a crackle of irritation or jealousy!-spill down his spine. Nevertheless, he stood there watching them, unobserved as he observed-with almost the same rising excitement he had felt those few days ago when, from some crazy impulse, he had knelt down and peeked through the bathroom keyhole to watch Cindy innocently explore her own pussy!
Cindy and Billy stopped in the middle of the yard, and he sensed that Cindy was arguing with him about something. And then, to his horror, he saw Cindy slowly nod her head and allow Billy to lead her over to the tool shed.
Joe couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that young bastard open the door of the tool shed and lead his daughter inside.
What the hell were they up to!?
He stood there for several long moments, staring down at the shed, the cigarette still unlighted in his hand.
It seemed to him that Cindy and Billy Wilks stayed in that damned shed for an hour!
Finally, the shed door creaked guiltily open and he saw Billy stick his head out as if checking to see if anybody was around. And then he saw Cindy come out behind him, and even from that far away, it seemed to Joe that Cindy had a blush on her pretty little cheeks.
What had that young sonofabitch been doing with Cindy!?
He watched them say good-bye in the yard, and to his churning frustration he had to stand there and watch Billy Wilks give his daughter one of those quick, silly, adolescent kisses that never quite makes full lip-contact.
But in his quickly angering mind, it was as if some horny sailor had bent his Cindy over backwards and driven his tongue all the way down her throat!
Damnit, he'd soon put a stop to that!!
He stood there until he was sure Billy had gone home and that Cindy had come into the house, then he angrily lit his cigarette and stalked around the bedroom like a caged father lion.
It was only when he heard the merry tap on the bedroom door that he came back to his right senses.
"Daddy? Are you asleep? Can I talk to you for a minute!?"
It was Cindy-and despite how furious he had been a few seconds before, the lilting sound of her voice melted him. He snatched up his bathrobe and climbed into it very quickly.
"Come on in, honey," he called.
Cindy came bounding into the room just as he settled into the armchair by the window.
His daughter darted over to him and threw her arms around his neck. She kissed him full on the mouth, and her pliant, soft lips troubled him all the way down to his toes!
Then, to his delight, Cindy popped up on his lap, keeping her arms tightly around his neck.
"Daddy, do you think I'm too young to be in love?"
Her face was so close to him that he could smell the girlish softness of her hair, see the twinkle in her bright blue eyes and the sly, curling gaiety of her ripening young mouth.
"You darned sure are too young," he said, gruffly but not unpleasantly. "You're still my baby, aren't you?"
She kissed him again on the mouth, pressing her lips so hard against his that he had to restrain an impulse to really kiss the little imp!
"I think I might be falling in love with Billy Wilks" she said, earnestly. "He says he's in love with me."
"He's too young, too. I don't want you letting that boy say things like that to you."
"Oh, daddy!"
She began to tell him about how wonderful the day had been, how she and Billy had held hands in school, and how they had skated together, and so forth.
He didn't listen.
The only thing he was aware of was the firm way her tempting, beautiful little buttocks were pressing against the upper part of his legs. To his embarrassment, he felt his prick beginning to harden!
The longer Cindy sat on his lap, talking foolish fourteen-year-old girl's talk, the stiffer his ambitious cock grew. Fortunately, the way she was straddling him, he was almost sure she couldn't notice. But every time she moved, the curve of her thinly pantied little ass massaged the length of his bloating prick.
He knew then that if he could get away with it, he'd love nothing more in the world than to make his little Cindy forget the Billy Wilks of the world.
That if there were no neighbors, friends, wives, mothers, police and preachers in the world, he would without a moment's hesitation bury every inch of his horny big cock solidly up the faintly -haired, just pubescent cunt of his own daughter. And then he would show her just how nice her daddy could be!
CHAPTER THREE
Saturday morning was always the same for Joe, as it was for his wife.
He spent the morning down in his basement workshop, and Laura always whiled away the time from nine until eleven in a beauty parlor. They had not varied too often from that routine in the past three or four years, and this particular Saturday morning was no exception.
Everything might have gone just exactly as usual if about ten o'clock Joe hadn't decided that a cold beer would help him concentrate on the coffee table he was building. He left his wood lathe roaring merrily away and tramped quietly up from the basement to the kitchen. He got a beer from the cooler and was just starting back down when something caught his eye.
A red baseball cap was slung over the corner of one of the chairs in the hall. Joe glanced at the cap, thought it looked oddly familiar, took one or two steps back in the direction of the basement and then stopped dead in his tracks.
The cap belonged to Billy Wilks.
Joe felt his heart beat a bit too fast against his ribs. He knew the boy was in the house, and probably upstairs in Cindy's room. And something which he had heard his wife say a thousand times came bounding back into his head: Oh, once you get Joe down in that silly workshop of his, he's good for the morning.
Cindy had no doubt heard that remark many times, too.
So what better time to have her loutish young boyfriend over than on Saturday morning, while good old mom and dad were going about their dull routines?
Like hell she'd get away with that! He started for the stairs with his heart pumping even more angrily, but halfway there he stopped. He could hear the wood lathe roaring away in the basement, a noise which provided a good cover for footsteps. And that noise gave him a very wicked idea.
Two can play the sneak game, he thought.
Very quietly and deliberately, he maneuvered his way up the carpeted stairs and stood on the landing with his ears tuned in the direction of Cindy's bedroom.
He could hear nothing but the dull drone of the lathe down below.
He slowly tip-toed down the hall until he was standing in front of Cindy's closed door. Then he put his ear to the panel and listened.
He thought he could hear the muffled giggle of his daughter's voice, and that sound alone sent a helpless chill through him. That goddamned little creep next door was doing something to his Cindy!
He wanted to break the door down, but instead he knelt and put his eye to the keyhole, just as he had done the first time he had felt the impulse to spy on his daughter.
What met his eyes not only shocked him, it excited him more strongly than anything he'd experienced in a long time.
Cindy was not alone in her room, but it wasn't Billy Wilks who was with her. It was her teenaged best friend, Sally Horton.
And both of them were stark naked.
Joe glued his eye to the hole and stared with the mounting lustiness of a rabid voyeur!
The angle of the bed was perfect for what he wanted to see, and what he had in his sights was enough to make even the most impotent male generate a twitching hardness between his legs.
Cindy was lying back on a couple of big pillows, her creamy smooth legs arched wide apart, so wide that the small pink muffin of her cunt was pulled slightly apart. Joe could see the fine cuntal hairs fringing the oval of Cindy's twat, but it was the moist slit, budding open and ripe, that turned his mature prick into stone in his pants.
It was the most beautiful little pussy he'd ever seen, and the way Cindy had her legs sprawled apart looked as if she was yearning to have a stout prick explore her charms.
But it wasn't a cock that was tickling the girlish cleft, it was Sally Horton's finger!
Joe watched as Cindy's girlfriend, equally naked and on her knees beside Cindy, used her finger to pry gently and softly between the spreading lips of his daughter's hole.
"Ooooohhh," Cindy whispered, her face flushed and excited, "be careful, be c-c-carefullll...."
Cindy's voice trailed off into a husky young whisper as her friend inserted her finger a little more boldly into the vernal trench.
Joe watched, his breath caught in his throat and his cock surging like an iron spike against his leg, as Sally's wanton finger sank out of sight up to her second knuckle. He wasn't sure, but it looked as if Sally was wriggling her finger inside of Cindy's deliciously constricting cunt.
"Does it feel good?" Sally demanded in a low, erotic voice. "I'll bet it would feel a lot better if Billy Wilks was doing this to you!"
"Ah," Cindy moaned, tossing her head from side to side and lifting the upper part of her body so that her frisky young tits seemed to stick out in two directions. "Oh, that's-that's so nice ... SO NICE!"
Sally Horton continued to masturbate her friend, sliding the whole of her finger in and out of the clasping, succulent folds of the virginal slit.
Joe couldn't take his eyes off what was happening in the room. There was nothing disgusting about it. Quite the contrary. The blood was beating in his veins at the sight of two young girls playing with each other, and the fact that it was Cindy who was getting her pussy fingered only made his lust wilder, deeper!
For the next few electric minutes he watched in silence as Sally's sluttish actions brought Cindy closer and closer to a climax. It made him wonder how the hell many times these two had done that to each other!
"Faster!" Cindy gasped, her voice so low and guttural that Joe almost didn't recognize it. "Oooooh! Do it faster! FASTER!!"
Sally did as she was told, moving her libidinous finger in and out of the puckered softness of her girlfriend's slit until the movement was a blur of lewdness.
It was obvious that Cindy was about to cum, and as the pleasures built to an exploding point in her healthy young body, she thrust her head forward and began to suck on Sally's right tit. It was only then that Joe caught a good look at Sally Horton's nude body, and the effect made his prick twitch with an added stiffness.
Sally Horton had tits like a woman!
Joe blinked at the size of those boobs-big, plump babies with hard nipples sticking out like thimbles!
He watched greedily as Cindy pulled first one of Sally's flushed tits into her mouth, and then the other. She was sucking the holy shit out of those big dollies!
Somehow, the sight of his daughter doing perverted things with her best friend didn't disgust Joe. He knew how kids are. He'd done stuff like that when he was fourteen, round-robin jacking-off sessions, ball-tickling experiments with other guys, using feathers and stuff. And he'd even had a couple of pals who didn't mind going down on him. Hell, when you're that age it's nothing but fun and games, and nobody even knew what the word queer meant.
And so he watched, fascinated and aroused as Cindy sucked on Sally's tits-and Sally finger-fucked Cindy until she was squirming all over the bed.
Finally, Cindy gave a sharp little cry of joy and fell back. At the same time she lifted her hips and bucked back and forth as Sally's tireless finger did its duty, plowing in and out like a tiny piston of lust.
When Cindy's body relaxed and softened, Sally kept working for a few more seconds and then slowly pulled her finger out of the furry dampness between Cindy's legs. Even as far away as Joe was, he could see the sticky wetness of Sally's finger, and he knew that the little bitch had made Cindy cum, and cum good!
"That's only half as good as when a boy does it," Sally said, her voice sounding hard for a girl her age. "If you don't let Billy Wilks do that to you, then you're crazy."
Joe strained to hear his daughter's reply.
"Billy's a nice boy," Cindy breathed. "He'd never want to do something like that."
"That's all you know, dummy. I'll bet he thinks about doing it to you all the time! Boys play with each other, too. But they'd rather do it with us. I told you what my cousin Chris and I did with each other last summer, didn't I?"
Y-you said you did some naughty things."
Sally grinned, and turned again so that Joe got another wild glimpse of those powerful young tits. "I played with Chris's thing for him. Oh, you should have heard how he breathed. He loved it. All you have to do is just touch a boy's thing and he'll climb a mountain for you. When Chris comes back next summer, he promised he'd do something better than that with me."
Cindy blinked, her blue eyes wide and innocent.
"D-do what?"
"Fuck me."
Even Joe could barely keep from breaking the bedroom door down at the sound of that! "Fuck?" Cindy echoed.
"Yes, dumbbell. Don't you know anything? Boys like to put their things into you-down there where I had my finger. I'll bet Billy Wilks would give anything to fuck you."
"Why don't you let Billy-uh-fuck you?" Cindy asked, softly.
"Huh, don't think I wouldn't like to. I think he's cute! But you'd never speak to me again. I don't want us to be anything but friends. Besides, there's something boys do that I don't like."
"What?"
"They talk. They tell everything they know. I'll bet my cousin Chris has told every boy he knows about how I let him put his finger up my pussy. They like to brag. Older boys-I mean, men-they don't talk as much. They won't talk at all, really. They're afraid to."
"H-how do you know?"
"I know."
"Tell me, Sally."
"You promise not to tell? I mean, if your mom and dad found out, they'd tell my mom and dad and-"
"I won't tell. I cross my heart."
Joe watched, breath bated, as Cindy's slightly older girlfriend moved around in a position to gossip. It just happened to be a position that enabled Joe to get a great beaver shot of Sally's lecherous little pussy-and the sight of her softly -haired, juvenescent slit did nothing to make his hard-on fade!
"My uncle does it to me when he comes to visit," Sally said, drawing out the words with slow, prurient interest. "I don't mean he fucks me. He's afraid to do that. But he does something that is almost as good."
"What?" Cindy asked, breathlessly.
"He uses his tongue on my pussy. He sticks his tongue in and licks and licks and licks."
"Sally!" Cindy gasped. "Oh, how awful!" Sally grinned. "That's what you think! It feels a hundred times better than any old finger. Uncle Fred did it to me the first time about a year ago, and now I can't wait for him to come visit us. The last time, mom let him take me to a picture show. Only instead of going to a regular movie, we went to a drive-in, and he licked my pussy for almost an hour!"
Cindy gulped, then licked her lips with a kind of hidden interest. "Gosh, Sally, did it-did you-"
"Did I tickle-off, the way you just did when my finger was inside you? You bet I did. Only it was a lot more fun! Uncle Fred is terrific, just so gentle and thoughtful. And he's got the biggest, longest, firmest tongue in the world. I call him my Uncle Anteater!"
Cindy caught the joke and began to giggle, then Sally joined her. The two girls hung on to each other, giggling and rocking back and forth while their creamy, luscious young bodies provided Joe with the kind of treat usually reserved for a stag movie.
He couldn't take any more of it.
With a low growl of lust he got up from his kneeling position and limped down the hall to the bathroom. Once inside, he pried his violently stiffened prick out of his pants and held it in his hand while it throbbed.
"Christ," he moaned softly to himself, "I'd like to go back there and fuck both of them! I'll bet I could make that little sluttish Sally Horton forget she ever had an uncle!"
He got a picture of himself riding Cindy's sultry young pussy with his oversized cock while at the same time Sally pushed her heated quim hard against his mouth. He could almost taste the salty hotness of Sally's fourteen-and-a-half-year-old cunt around his worming tongue, and nearly hear the heavy, panting breath of Cindy as his unflagging penis fucked her!
With another dark grunt of pure lust he began to jack off. Sharp thrills went through his loins as he pumped his fist back and forth. His prick grew into a real club of passion, the huge vein traversing the column bulging out like a purple cord, the head growing flared and blunt.
And then he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror.
He stopped, disgusted and angered at the sight of himself masturbating his grown-up cock like some goddamned kid.
Like that dumb little fucker, Billy Wilks!
He let his fist drop, leaving his enormously erected rod standing straight out from between his legs like a rolling pin.
"I'll be damned if I'll jack off," he hissed to himself. "Shit, why the hell should I waste it when there's plenty of young pussy around, especially when I know how the hell to get it!"
In seconds he had stuffed his burly prod back into his pants and had retreated back downstairs to the phone in the basement. He had to look up Rick Roberts number, but once he had found it he dialed quickly before he changed his mind.
The phone rang several times before Rick answered. It made Joe wonder if the smirking young bastard didn't maybe have some teenaged pussy at his apartment that very Saturday morning.
"Rick? This is Joe. How's it going?"
"Hey-hi, old man. Jesus, I was just sleeping off all the beer from last night. What's your problem?"
Joe took a ragged breath. "I don't have a problem that you can't help solve, Rick. Remember what you told me the other day about, about that drive-in."
A short pause, then a low chuckle from Rick's end. But Joe didn't give a damn what Rick thought. He was past caring about bullshit like that.
"Hey, man, have you talked to your wife about this?"
"Knock it off, hero," Joe snapped, "if you were just crapping me about all that stuff, then-"
"Hey, hey. Cool down, baby. I wasn't crapping anybody. You want to be fixed up with a little cradle nooky, I can dig it."
"Can you dig getting me a young girl."
"Well-how young, man?"
"Fifteen. Maybe fourteen."
Rick chuckled softly again. "Hey, from the sound of that, you must mean fourteen. You're really hung up on teenaged poontang, eh?"
"Never mind that. Just tell me if you can do it."
"Oh, I can do it, but there's a slight hitch."
"What kind of hitch."
"It seems I didn't get the full drift of that little experience I had. The girls don't, it turns out, do it for nothing but kicks."
"Money?"
"Yeah. We're talking about twenty bucks."
"Twenty?"
"Yeah, but don't blow a fuse, old man. Twenty bucks isn't gonna break you if it doesn't break me. And it's safe. These particular gals are regular hookers. And like the man said, it's cheaper than a wife or a shrink!"
"You're a real comedian, Rick. Okay, I can afford twenty dollars. Maybe one time is all I need. Maybe I've just been thinking too much about what you said. Can you fix me up?"
"When?"
"Tonight."
"No problem, boss. I know just the gal for you-if you like about ninety-eight pounds of the cutest black-haired-"
"I don't. I want a blonde. A fourteen-year-old blonde. One about Cindy's size."
Another silence followed, and Joe knew what the hell Rick was thinking!
"Okay," Rick said finally, "if you want a blonde, I'll fix you up with a blonde. Uh, listen. You really want to have a swinging good time?"
"Meaning?"
"Meaning for another ten bucks, I'll let you use my place."
Joe smiled, despite himself. "What's the advantage of your place?"
"Safer and cozier, and there's a little booze and one helluva hot fuck-movie on my projector."
Joe felt his mouth going dry just thinking about the possibilities!
"Are you sure it will be safe?"
Rick laughed, but it was a serious laugh. "Would I lie to you, Joe? Look, I can use that extra ten bucks. In fact, I could even talk myself into letting you use the place free, sort of."
"Sort of what?"
"Sort of if you let me get in on the act with your twenty bucks paying for the deal."
"You mean, we both screw one girl?"
"You catch on fast. Hell, she won't mind. And I'll tell you what, I'll even clear out and let you have at her first. Then I'll sorta drop in and we'll see what kind of party we can cook up. You ever wondered how good a blow job could be from a cute little chick that young, one who's getting her cunny worked on while she's eating?"
"Jesus," Joe managed, huskily.
Rick laughed softly. "Yeah, I thought you might go for something like that. And I know just the little dish who would crave a two-way stretch. Tell you what, come on over around eight o'clock, if you can get away from your wife."
"I can get away."
"And old man."
"Yes?"
"Bring the twenty bucks. We don't want to make the San Quentin Quail nervous, do we?"
, When Joe put down the phone he was trembling from head to toe. He couldn't believe he had just experienced the kind of conversation he had, getting Rick Roberts to set him up with a fourteen-year-old high school girl! But he knew it was real enough, and he knew that he wouldn't back out now for all the tea in China.
He knew it was ridiculous to try to work any more in the basement, so he shut off the machines and went back upstairs. He made himself a strong drink of bourbon and was sitting in the living room when Sally Horton and Cindy came downstairs. They were fully dressed and looked as innocent as fudge candy.
"Hi, daddy," Cindy trilled.
"Hello, Mr. Foster," Sally said, giving him a look that two weeks ago he would have thought was meaningless. But after having heard her talk about how her uncle sucked out her cunt, the look was enough to make his blood race all over again.
"Hi, Sally," he said, "would you like to stay for dinner tonight?"
Cindy grinned. "Do, Sally. We could have so much fun. Could Sally stay all night with me, too, daddy?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"I'd like to," Sally confessed, "but mother-"
"Why don't you just call her," Joe insisted, enjoying the way he was making it easier for Cindy and Sally to play their games some more. "Tell your mom that my wife and I would love to have you spend the night with Cindy."
He could see that Sally was weakening.
"Well, if you're sure it's all right with Mrs.
Foster," Sally said.
"She won't mind at all."
He sat in his chair in the living room, nursing his drink as he listened to Cindy and Sally make the call. Sally had to argue a little bit with her mother, but when Cindy got on the phone and offered to get Joe to speak to Mrs. Horton in Sally's behalf, Mrs. Horton gave in.
"All settled?" Joe asked, as they came back into the living room.
"Yes," Cindy beamed, and then she came over to where he was and snaked her arms around his shoulders and gave him a big kiss on his cheek. "Thanks for being such a fabulous daddy," she whispered.
"Hey," Joe grinned, glancing at Sally in the mock-fatherish role he could put on so well when he had to, "don't I rate a kiss from you, too?"
Sally Horton blinked, and her cheeks pinked a bit.
"Go on, Sally," Cindy teased, "I'll bet you give that uncle of yours big kisses all the time!"
Joe felt a lusty little twitch peck at his balls as Cindy said that, and to his delight Sally marched right over and leaned close over his chest. He could feel her budding young tits soft against his shoulder as she put her lips to his cheek and gave him a kiss.
His pleasure deepened quickly when he felt the tip of her tongue push out against his jaw.
When she drew back, he flushed and grinned. "Hey, that was really nice of you two girls. Have fun tonight."
"We will, daddy," Cindy trilled.
And then they were gone.
He sat in his chair for a long time, taking his time drinking the whisky and dreaming up what kind of excuse he would use to get out of the house that evening.
One thing he knew for certain: come hell or high water, he was going to get his ass over to Rick's place.
And he was going to find out tonight just how much of a hot old stallion like him a prick-crazy young girl could take!
CHAPTER FOUR
He used the classic excuse on Laura when it came time to leave the house. He told her he had some work to do at the office. And he figured that if she called the office later and found he wasn't there, he could always say that somebody dropped by to show him some cars in another lot across town, that he decided to have a couple of drinks with the friend, and so forth.
The important thing was the necessity to get away for a couple of hours without Laura knowing why!
He had less trouble than he anticipated, and one reason was that Laura, Cindy, and Sally Horton had all decided to make some of Laura's prize chocolate cookies. They were even busy bouncing around in the kitchen when he left.
"Don't worry, daddy," Cindy called to him as he left, "we'll save some for you!"
He smiled softly at the double meaning of the remark!
When he reached Rick's apartment he was almost sweating with anticipation. Two or three times on the way over he almost stopped, turned around and headed back for home.
What the hell did he think he was doing, he kept asking himself. Didn't he know that fucking a fourteen-year-old girl was about as dangerous as walking through a line of machine guns?
Yes, he knew it. But he also knew that he couldn't help it!
If Rick Roberts could get away with it, why couldn't he?
He parked his car a block from Rick's apartment just to be on the safe side. And then he walked as much in the shadows as he could to reach Rick's door.
He knocked as manfully as he dared.
Rick swung open the door and ushered his boss into the tiny, comfortable pad, a typical bachelor's lair. The basic focus of the place seemed to be on the extra large sofa with giant vinyl pillows. It looked like a perfect place to make out. Then there was the stereo, already jumping with sexy music, and the movie projector set up to show a film.
"You really have a stag movie on that thing?" Joe asked, nervously.
Rick grinned. "Man, wait until you see it. Ever seen one before-some of that hot Denmark stuff?"
"No."
"You'll like it, old man. It'll turn your hormones into jumping beans. Hey, want a beer?"
"How long do I have to wait for, you know."
"For the chick? She oughta be along any minute. Relax, dad. You look too jumpy. Play it cool and fuck your little doll like a pro."
Joe shrugged, a bit annoyed at the way Rick was patronizing him. "I think I'll be able to perform, thanks."
"Sure you will, sure. Say, you got the twenty bucks?"
"Certainly."
"Better give it to me, boss-man. I'll give it to Linda later. You know how these young chicks are. She might feel insulted if you tried to pay her like a cheap hooker. Know what I mean?"
"Okay."
Joe handed over the twenty dollars, and was rewarded with a beer. Then he had no more settled on the sofa when there was a light tap on Rick's door that made the blood race in Joe's veins.
"That's Linda," Rick whispered. "Look, I'll say I've got to go out and get some more booze. That'll leave you two lovebirds alone for about an hour. Then I'll come back and we'll show the movie. Okay?"
"I-uh-okay."
In a way Joe was wishing he had never got himself into this!
But the second Rick opened the door, he forgot his nagging moral guilt. What popped into the apartment was the prettiest, sexiest little nymph Joe had seen in a helluva long time. She even had her blonde hair done in a kind of girlish pigtail, and if anything, it made her look twelve instead of fourteen!
"Hi, Rickie," Linda purred.
"How's it going, baby," Rick smirked, letting one of his experienced hands fall down and pat the young girl on her buttocks. "Hey, I'd like for you to meet a pal of mine, Linda. This is Joe. Joe, meet Linda."
The girl gave him a cute grin and a wink, the kind of suggestive wink that can make a male's stomach do a flip!
Rick gave Linda something of a tiny shove in Joe's direction, then announced that he'd have to run out for some booze and smokes. He told them to have themselves a ball, chuckled at his own joke, and then disappeared.
Linda strolled over and sat down on the huge sofa with Joe. For a long moment neither of them said anything, and then Linda decided the ball was in her court.
Joe felt a damned fool, like a kid on his first date, but when the girl sneaked one of her soft hands up and laced her fingers into his, he felt the first powerful surge of arousal go through his prick. With the lights a little dimmer, it could have been Cindy playing with his fingers!
Linda pulled his large hand up to her lips and began to nibble on his index finger, and after a moment she even took the tip of his finger into her mouth and sucked it softly.
Being teased like that really began to turn Joe on, and he could feel his cock growing arrogantly stiff in his pants.
"Let's turn down the lights," Linda whispered, so damned professional in her tone that Joe wondered if she didn't say it to some guy every night.
He watched her prance up off the sofa and go over to the table lamp. The view of her firm, shapely young buttocks drove a sharp lust through his groin. She was so goddamned tasty-looking he didn't know whether to fuck her or eat her! Then the happy thought came to him that he might well do both!
When she came back to the sofa, she also came into his arms. She felt like a warm kitten to him, almost too soft and fragile to touch. But the second he felt her wanton fingers clawing at the buttons of his shirt, he knew that she was more like a young wildcat!
He let her work open his shirt, and at the same time he took the liberty of moving his hands over her tits. She was wearing no bra, but her girlish tits were so firm and bouncy that they needed no extra support. He felt of them good through her sweater, and then he slipped one hand up under the sweater and really toyed with those sweet little bulbs.
He felt both her nipples turning hard under his rubbing fingertips, and that made his prick grow stony hard and push violently up against the zipper of his fly.
To his delight, Linda paused in the process of getting his shirt off his back and removed her own offending garment. He watched the sweater sail happily away over the back of the sofa, and in the dim light her twin titties came back to him to be played with. Not to disappoint her, he nuzzled his face down and took one of her tart nipples in his mouth. He sucked it until it was swollen three times its normal size, then he licked with his tongue over to the other tit in order to work it up to the right size.
Linda had already begun to moan as his mouth explored such sensitive places, and by the time he finished chewing she was panting hard and fast.
"UUUMMMMM ... you're such a-a MAN!" she crooned, pulling his shirt down over his shoulders and then digging her fingers into his firm biceps.
He lay back on the sofa with both his hands around her slender waist as she kissed his neck and nudged her wetly-pointed tongue into his ears. Then she moved her head down lower, kissing and licking the rounded part of his shoulder. Once or twice she even dug her teeth softly into his flesh, giving him the kind of love-bites that females use to express their mounting passion.
by now his cock was tenting up the front of his pants, almost bursting to be free.
To signal what he wanted to do next, he slid his palmed hand down between the girl's legs and rubbed up under her dress until he came to her pantied crotch. She didn't stop him. In fact, she lowered her hips down so that he could feel her better!
His hand was almost too large to fit easily up between her legs, but he managed to insert it, and it completely covered her vagina. He could feel her finely molded vaginal lips swelling out against the palm of his hand, and even though the thin panty restricted complete contact the dampness and hotness of her throbbing young pussy told him all he dared ask about her condition.
She was hot to fuck, that was for sure! She dragged her trembling, warm mouth back to his ear in order to whisper things to him, and at the same time she let her right hand wander expertly down to where his hard-on was pulsing.
Her fingers closed over his erection, and she measured him through his pants, inching the tips of her fingers along the length and hardness of his penis and making it grow even longer and stiffer as she teased it.
"Let's take our clothes off, Joe," she breathed, her tongue making wet little flicks inside his ear. "I've-I've never been with a man like you...."
Her voice trailed off, but her fingers continued to play with his engorged prick, and suddenly she was straining to find the pull-tab of his zipper!
Joe felt a lewd surge of power and lust go through his mature body. And with it came something else, some hidden, dark urge to make a young girl like this suffer some of the frustration he had suffered through himself.
He pulled her mouth down to his and gave her a deep kiss, Frenching her with his tongue until she made little gagging noises of joy. All the while, her fingers stumbled up and down his fly, trying to find the zipper. When she did find a way to open his pants, she gave a little moan of happiness.
Joe kissed her again, holding her so that both his thumbs could touch her elongated, heated nipples. And then he forced her to say the things he knew she didn't want to say, but the things which would turn his lusty need for her from a boiling condition to a roaring, volcanic one!
"What do you like?" he whispered.
"You."
"What do you like to do with a guy like me?"
"I-I-"
"Say it. Say you want me to fuck you, honey."
"Yes," she purred, raggedly. "Say it!"
"F-f-fuck me! Oh, please fuck me, Joe! I love your-your-"
"My big prick. Say that, too."
"Your prick. I want to be fucked by your big prick! Fuck me until I cum, Joe! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!"
With a groan of maddened lust he pushed her gently to one side and told her to take off everything she was wearing. At the same time, he stood up and thrashed out of his clothes. His prick flopped out as stiff as steel, every vein full and throbbing.
He hadn't had a hard-on like this, he thought, since he was a young stud in high school!
But it was Linda who had manufactured his sturdy erection, and it was Linda who was going to make it go away!
He came back on the sofa and into her arms, smothering her soft little body with his larger, stronger one. The hair on his chest matted up against her pointing, perky little tits, and his oversized prick, nine inches of solid stiffness, rode like a club far up over her hot, trembling tummy.
Linda circled her arms around him, or tried to, but his back was almost too broad for her to make it. Instead, she let her fingertips meet high up over his strong shoulders and then inched her nails deep into his flesh. With all her strength she pushed her body up against his, making the whole length of his stubbornly stiffened cock lay like a hot poker along the side of her thigh.
His prick throbbed several times, beating a message against her soft, yielding body.
"I wanna fuck you, baby," he whispered, hoarsely. "You think you can take all of me?"
"UUUMMMMM!"
"You sure you can take nine inches?"
To answer his question this time, she hoisted herself a bit higher under him, opening her legs so that her pubescent cunt was stretched wide open. Then she reached under him with both her hands and clasped his hard tool in order to guide it into her slit.
by this time Joe was blind with lust.
His whole being energized quickly between his legs, and as he felt her rub the large head of his dick against the humid lips of her tiny pussy, he growled with passion and rammed it forward.
The head of his cock lodged between the soft folds of her cunt, and he could feel her vaginal muscles contracting tightly.
He was too big for her, much too goddamn big!
He pulled his strapping penis reluctantly out of her creamy snatch and wet his fingers with his mouth. Then he liberally slopped his fingers over the blunted head of his prick, and tried again.
This time his cock went a little farther in, far enough so that he could pump it up and down with slow, teasing movements. It only took a few lecherous strokes inside of her to make the girl throw back her head and gargle happily as her first orgasm surged heavily through her loins.
Joe had never felt a female experience a cum quite that fast or that deep. It was as if the size of his adult cock was turning her on from head to toe. With traditional male pride, the worshipful response of her pussy to his prick made his organ stiffen even more!
With her teenaged cunt wet and slick from her own wild spasms Joe found it very easy to ram his tool deeper up inside her. She was really giving him as much help as she could by crawling her legs lewdly up over his butt, but it still took him several rough thrusts to get his cock where he wanted itand that was buried to the balls between her legs!
He stopped funneling only when he could feel both of his nuts resting like warm pears against the bottom curve of her cunt. He stayed inside of her like that for a few long seconds, not moving or fucking, just letting her adjust to how big and long his rod was, and letting her anticipate how goddamn much fun they were going to have in the next half-hour.
But he had an impatient little vixen on his hands.
She didn't want to waste time, not when she had the chance to be fucked by a real stallion!
"Screw me!" she hissed, softly, her voice ragged with need. "Make me cum again-and again-and AGAIN!!"
He was already pumping her before she finished the plea, and from the second he began to horse his oversized cock in and out of the sucking, pliant lips of her cunt, she was whining with the sweet pleasure of it.
by stretching his legs out behind him and bracing his feet on the arm rest of the sofa, he got the kind of traction needed for a super-powerful fuck. She was so small that she seemed to cling to him like some kind of mechanical doll, like some little love-animal gone mad with the joy of the moment.
His buttocks rose and fell above her with a steady rhythm, and as her pussy stretched and exuded the hot juices of her youthful passion, his prick plundered deeper and deeper into her womb. He could feel the outer lips of her fourteen-year-old cunt swelling and protruding, holding his penis tight as he tried to pull it a few inches out.
He knew how to make a pussy happy, and to that end he sometimes managed to get the big head of his dick almost out of her slit so that on the return thrust the curved top of his glans would massage her clitoris. And each time he did that, Linda seemed to half-swoon from the exciting tickle of her clit.
In the ten long minutes that he fucked her without pause, she spasmed almost continually. Her overheated young cunt bathed his horny cock with one flood of nectar after another. She came so often and so much that his prick was soon making a sucking noise as it oiled its greedy way in and out of the resorbent folds of her sex. He could feel her warm juices on his balls, and he knew her cum-cream had trickled down the sides of her legs and into the thin crease of her ass.
The thought of how much a young girl could enjoy sex, and how often she could have an orgasm, had not really dawned on Joe until this minute. And as he continued to savagely fuck this cute little trick, he thought once again of Cindy.
God, how much fun it would be to work his cock in and out of Cindy's beautiful, maturing little quim!
Just thinking of an incestuous fuck with his own daughter made Joe's balls swell with lust, and his prick began to throb with the final delicious pleasure of ejaculation.
"I'm cummin', honey!" he growled huskily.
To show him how much she wanted him to cum in her pussy, Linda wrapped her legs a bit higher around his back and dug the heels of her naked feet into his skin. Then she began to fuck with him, bucking her trim young ass up and down to meet his rapid, powerful strokes.
Her wanton, whorish little actions brought him very quickly to a climax. With a gasp of raw lust, he buried his cock to the hairs in her enchanting, hot slit and released the boiling sperm into her body.
He shot glut after hot glut into her womb, and her cunt seemed to suck and swallow like a hungry mouth!
He was still fucking long after the last drop of his sperm had rushed into the hot, sappy depths of her vagina. And only when his swollen prick softened a bit did he groan and lay still on top of her.
She raked her fingertips slowly over his sweaty back, purring with quick, sultry breaths against his cheek. Then she kissed him along his jaw, using the tip of her tongue so teasingly that his big penis gave a final pleasurable throb inside her cunt.
Finally, he pushed himself up on his elbows and slowly pulled his satisfied tool out of her clasping twat. The wine-dark lips of her pussy were pulled outward as the head of his cock retreated, and his warm sperm trickled out over the mossy hairs of her well-fucked hole.
He wondered how old Rick would like the idea of their making a mess on his sofa. Not that he gave a good goddamn!
He swung his legs around and sat on the sofa in a normal way. He searched in his pants for a cigarette as Linda lay soft and relaxed beside him.
It was while he was lighting the cigarette that he felt her hand sneak over the edge of his thigh and close with curious yearning over his wet, limp prick.
He glanced at her, and grinned. In the half-darkness of the room she looked like a salacious little angel. Her legs were still thrown apart and her pussy gleamed wet and dark for him. Both of her proud young tits were still firm, the nipples peaking up like coral thimbles.
Her fingers squeezed his big tool insistently.
"Fuck me again," she whispered.
"Jesus, honey," he breathed back, "You gotta give me a minute to rest. I'm not sixteen, you know."
But she obviously didn't want to wait!
With the covetous need of a born young nympho, she slid off the edge of the sofa and crawled around in front of him. She came up between his legs and pushed his thighs apart with both her hands. His large cock dangled down over his emptied balls within easy reach of anything she wanted to do with it.
He sat on the sofa with his arms stretched up behind him, watching her.
He felt a ripple of erotic pleasure as she moved her fingers up and touched the underside of his balls. She caressed his nuts with slow, teasing movements, moving them this way and that with the faint pressure of just her fingertips.
The tickling fun of what she was doing finally made his prick twitch again and begin to slide to the left. At the first sign of new life in his cock, she bent forward and ran her small, pointed tongue out. Then she slowly, gently licked on just the head of his meat.
He closed his eyes and groaned.
Her tongue continued to explore the shape of his glans, lapping softly and wetly over every possible inch of his cockhead. She even knew how to put just the point of her tongue on the underside of his glans and stimulate him by moving her tongue-tip from side to side.
His cock rose up into stony hardness!
He opened his eyes again just in time to see the beautiful young girl attempting to wrap the whole length of her tongue around the column of his prick so that she could slide up and down. She didn't quite accomplish such an impossible task, but she made a damned good try!
He stared at her through slitted, lusty eyes as her brazen tongue licked and slurped from one end of his mighty cock to the other. Without his even touching his organ, it was standing up like a horseshoe stake!
When she had kissed and licked and sucked the whole of his rod, she dipped her head lower and began to bathe his balls with the flat of her tongue. She moved them around and around, using her lips and mouth to nuzzle and suck them until they were swollen and hot.
Then she lifted her head and looked up at him from around his powerfully erected tool.
"Fuck again?" he whispered, huskily. "Or do you wanta blow me?"
He got his answer soon enough.
She seemed to enjoy giving him oral pleasure, as if from experience she knew what could turn even the most exhausted male back into a raging satyr.
With a throaty hum she brought her attention back to his stout prick. This time she didn't baby him along with gentle lappings of her tongue. Instead, she ovaled her lips over the head of his cock and went down on him almost to the balls!
He felt every erectile muscle in his genitals respond to her consummate cocksucking!
For several long moments she bobbed up and down, eating him with the libidinous hunger of a whore three times her age.
He loved what she was doing to him. The sight of such a cute young oversexed girl on her knees between his legs greedily sucking his nine inches made him so hot he wanted to yell out loud.
Instead, he merely groaned softly as he neared his climax.
She timed his orgasm to the split second, and when his prick throbbed for a final time in her mouth she went down on him to his pubic hair and simultaneously touched her fingertips to his balls.
He shot her throat so full that his sperm ran in bubbles from the corners of her sucking mouth!
CHAPTER FIVE
Linda was still on her knees in front of Joe when a low, amused but smirking laugh made her lift her foaming lips from the purple head of the cock she'd been sucking.
It was Rick, standing in the doorway leading to the kitchen. He had his hands on his hips, and it was obvious that he might have been standing there for some time, watching Joe get his nuts off in the sheathe of the young nymphet's throat.
"Hey, some show you two put on," Rick grinned. "I thought you might be getting something on, so that's why I came in the back way. But hell, I could have driven in here in a Sherman tank and you two wouldn't have noticed."
Linda didn't seem at all embarrassed to be found with a grown man's rigid penis lodged solidly up her mouth, but Joe was flustered.
"Couldn't you put that sense of humor to a better use," Joe growled, sitting up straight again on the sofa. His cock plopped wetly to one side against his leg.
Rick chuckled. "Hell, old man, don't get your dander up. The party is just starting. Right, Linda?"
The girl smiled, eyes a-twinkle.
"You folks wanta see a hot movie?" Rick continued. Then, without really waiting for an answer, he strolled over and flicked on the projector. While it was warming up, he tossed down a blanket in front of the sofa, and arranged it so there would be room for three.
Obviously, Linda had been through this routine with Rick many times before, and without being asked to, she curled up on the blanket in a kittenish, sexy pose. From where Joe was still sitting, he could get an almost shocking view of the girl's exposed cunt-a soft, dark trench fringed with the downy fuzz of her pubic hair. Her pussy was still moist and pliant from the brutal fucking Joe had given her, and her nipples were still perky and firm.
Rick took off all his clothes, as casually as if he had been in a gym locker room. The last thing he stripped off were his jockey shorts, and when his long, large cock plopped out he stroked it once or twice with his right hand and wagged it playfully in the direction of the grinning girl.
"Yeah," Rick breathed, winking over at Joe, "she likes me, too."
Rick's healthy young penis stiffened very quickly into a horizontal rod, riding out from between his legs with such strength that his balls were pulled slightly forward.
Whatever Joe might have felt in irritation or jealousy in suddenly having to share Linda with a younger male now faded into the much more interesting prospect of watching the eager girl get fucked all over again.
"This flick I'm going to run is called THE METER-READER PETER-EATER!" Rick said, grinning.
With that, Rick strolled back to the projector and flicked the switch that ran the film. As the numbers began to flash on the screen, he sauntered back to the blanket and joined Linda.
"When you feel like joining in," Rick said to Joe, "just be my guest."
Joe didn't know whether to watch Rick and Linda or watch the dirty movie-but it was the kind of choice he wished he could have more often!
The opening scene of the movie showed a scantily clad female with big tits standing by one of those brightly decorated hippy vans. She had on a policeman's cap and she was busily writing up a ticket for the van when a face popped out on the driver's side and said something to her. Since there was no sound to the film, you had to use your imagination, but it didn't take much to know the bearded young hippy in the van was asking the meter-reader if she'd like to come inside.
The film switched then to the interior of the van where three naked young males were sitting around in various stages of arousal. None of them were what you could call well-built muscle types, but they all had one thing in common: they all had cocks on them like bull elephants!
The meter-reader entered the van, and a close-up of her face showed she liked what she saw. Her eyes rolled and her tongue licked out over her lips. And that was about all there was to the plot! The rest of the movie depended on its merit for constant full-color close-ups of what the three horny guys and the one heated-up gal thought up to do with each other.
And that was plenty!
First, the female jumped out of all her clothes. Then she got on her hands and knees and made a trip about the van, tasting all three of those big pricks with her mouth. The camera came in for sustained shots each time she went down on a fresh piece of meat. Nothing was left out as the sluttish whore ovaled her mouth hungrily over one prick after another, sucking and licking the eight or nine inches with obvious relish.
The guys in the film really seemed to dig having their cocks lapped on by a professional. They willingly fed her their prods right up to the balls, mouth-fucking her one after the other until tears were running down her cheeks. At the same time they were orally sodomizing her, she was busy rubbing her hot snatch!
None of the studs came while she sucked. They were saving their erections to gang-bang her.
Joe watched, his mouth open, as the obscenely exciting stuff kept happening on the screen. He'd never seen four people have sex before, and there was something about the animal joy of it that made his own cock harden once again and rise.
The movie got hotter and hotter, and when the bitch on the screen was getting fucked in the pussy, the ass, and the mouth all at the same time, Joe groaned and glanced over to see what Rick and Linda were doing.
What he saw happening on the blanket was even more exciting than the vicarious thrills of the silver screen!
Linda was on her hands and knees and Rick was positioned behind her, fucking her dog-style!
Both Linda and Rick had their eyes glued to the screen, enjoying the epic porno movie while they pleasured each other to the hilt. It seemed impossible to Joe that Rick was getting his big prick so far into the pouting snatch of the young girl kneeling in front of him, but the angle from which Joe observed them left very little to the imagination.
He watched Rick hump back and forth with a steady rhythm that seemed as mindlessly sexual as a goat, and each time he pulled back only an inch or so of his powerfully erected prick showed at the oily lips of the girl's cunt. He had the whole damned thing crammed up her pussy, rammed in so deep that on the forward thrusts his large balls smacked lewdly up against her belly.
It was the kind of hard, hot fucking that a shameless little sultana like Linda grooved on!
Joe decided he would like nothing more in the world than to shove his own cock right in there beside Rick's, just to see if she could take that much kind of heavy screwing.
After a few more minutes of having her pussy worked on by the massaging length of Rick's substantial tool, Linda gave out a low, kittenish moan and raised her naked buttocks high in the air. She was quite obviously creaming, and to add to her lusty pleasure, Rick grabbed her ass in both hands and pounded away like a trojan!
With a sharp squeal of raw joy, Linda spasmed with uncontrollable ecstasy. She grew limp and soft, but Rick continued to hold her butt up with both hands and continued to savagely fuck her foaming young cunt. His prick made slurping noises as it funneled in and out of her dripping slit.
Then, almost abruptly, Rick pulled his smoking cock out of the succulent hole he had been screwing and made a motion with his hand for Joe to come take over.
Joe didn't have to be asked twice!
He got off the sofa and positioned himself in the same spot Rick had occupied. His prick was stiff as stone as he nosed it into the warm, sappy mouth of Linda's cunt. She took him with a low moan of satisfaction, and he rode the head of his enormous penis right up to the tip of her womb.
Then Joe began to fuck her with a rocking motion that left his balls tingling with excitement.
In the meantime, Rick had assumed another stance, this time in front of the girl. He put one hand on the back of her neck and held his invigorated prick with the other. He pointed the gleaming head of his cock up to her half-parted lips and she began to avidly lick his tool. Not satisfied with such tactics, he forced her to take all of his rod, shoving it so far down her throat that she gagged.
Rick eased up just enough to let her breathe, which meant that over two-thirds of his stiffly erected penis was still buried in her mouth. Then he began to fuck her that way, using her mouth in the same way that Joe was using her pussy from behind.
It was the kind of sex-game that brings out the most carnal greed in those playing it.
The girl seemed to burn and tremble with the combined pleasure of the two big pricks. The faster and deeper Joe fucked her, the more of Rick's oversized cock she took into her throat.
"Yeah, baby," Rick hissed, his eyes slitted with male lust, "eat that big piece of meat! SUCK IT! DRAIN MY BALLS!!"
Linda's mouth rode up and down the cylinder of Rick's organ, leaving the veins wet and gorged. Her tongue lathered the head of his prick, and every few moments she would take him right down to his balls, a treat that brought him deliciously close to a blinding climax!
It was more than Joe could stand. Just fucking a sweet young thing like Linda-dicking her from behind like a big dog fucking a small dog-was enough to bring his jism powering up from his balls. But to be able to watch at the same time how she could eat another prick while being screwed, that put the real capper on his passion.
With a growl of helpless lust, Joe ramrodded his cock hair-deep into the yielding young cunt he was screwing, and blasted off his balls. Her pussy throbbed in response to his injections, and as he leveled off his savage pumping, his sperm slopped out of the circle of her sex and dripped hotly down on the blanket.
Joe kept his swollen, hot organ lodged to the nuts up Linda's hole as she continued to suck for Rick's juice. She suctioned like a wild animal up and down the turgid pole of hot meat Rick was feeding her, and in a maddened and lusty answer to her expertise he threw back his head and plunged his cock down her throat to his scrotum.
He poured a torrent of searing sperm into her greedy young throat, and she gulped and lapped it up to the last drop!
Such a wild circus of lust left all of them temporarily spent, and Joe pulled his flagging rod out of the slippery crack between her legs and wiped it off with his fingers.
Rick kept his prick resting in Linda's mouth until it was soft, and then he allowed her to lick it dry and tease the roundness of his balls with the tip of her tongue.
Then they all rested for the next bout.
Rick opened some beer and they sat around on the floor like three naughty kids who have just discovered the difference in the male and female sex. Joe's mighty cock lay wilted over on top of his leg, but he knew that with a little coaxing from the sexy girl between him and Rick that his tool could rise again to any occasion!
As for Rick, he was younger and hotter-and just having his cock sucked off wasn't nearly enough to damp down his buzzing hormones. Even while his prick was not quite ready to stand up stiff again, he was by no means disinterested in tasting the squirming, silky young body of the girl curled up so close to him.
With both hands, Rick began to play with Linda's love-swollen young tits. He pinched and massaged them until they were sticking out like little ears, peaked with twin cherries of wine-dark nipples. Then he bent low over and sucked her breasts, moving from one to the other. He could cover one whole tit at a time with his mouth, and he suckled with pursed lips and strumming tongue until the girl was panting with joy.
Rick pulled his lips away with the sound of a champagne cork being popped, leaving each of the fiesty little teats gleaming with his saliva. Then he bent her head back and crushed his mouth squarely over hers, sucking her tongue deep up into his throat. At the same time, he dropped his hand down between her legs and found her lascivious cunt. He urged his middle finger high up into the middle of her pussy and began to twiddle it back and forth, arousing her all over again.
Linda moaned softly and pulled her legs up and open so that Rick could play with her twat better.
Joe watched, his prick slowly but surely hardening at, the sight of such totally lewd abandon.
After Rick had fingered the tight little cleft until it was liquid-hot, he whispered something into the girl's ear that made her hum an eager response.
Joe watched in mute, excited silence as Rick lay back on the blanket and instructed Linda to mount him. His bestial young prick was hard again, sticking up toward the ceiling like a bar of solid iron.
With the expertness of a whore from the streets, Linda climbed over Rick and held both hands around his stalwart penis as she fitted it into her yeawning crack. Then, with a deeply felt groan of sheer joy, she allowed her body to sink down until Rick's long cock was buried out of sight between her legs.
"Fuck me, baby," Rick whispered, huskily, "show me how much you dig that big prod. Fuck it! FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF IT!!"
Linda began to move her buttocks in a rocking, swaying motion. And then she started to pump, pounding her trim little ass up and down, working her loins, milking, screwing, fucking....
Joe could see half of Rick's steely prick when the girl rose a bit on her knees, but every time she sank back down there was nothing visible but Rick's oversized balls flush up against the lips of her cunning pussy. Once again he was into her ovaled trench to his sonofabitching nuts!
Joe's cock was up again, solid as granite, twitching with the rutty heat that called for more fun, and this time some kind of kinky fun!
He decided to fuck Linda's lovely little ass, knowing that if he could get his penis into her anus while she was busy screwing Rick, he could make her cum like a damned harlot.
On impulse born from his raging lust, Joe knelt behind the stabbing buttocks before him and dipped his mouth down to her asshole. He licked softly between the cute curve of her rear until he found the little rosebud of her rectum, then he drove his tongue solidly up and wriggled it inside.
Obviously Linda had never had that done to her, and she loved it!
She slowed down her heavenly pumping of Rick's large cock just long enough to fall forward on her hands. That position made it possible for Joe to leave off sucking her tangy young ass and to substitute his prick.
He got into place behind her, the head of his bursting rod just inches from the twitching wink of her anus. Then he used the fingers of both hands to pry her asshole wide apart. He saw the dark crack spread open for him, and he took immediate advantage by plunging the broad head of his penis inside.
It was like trying to fuck a gnat's ass at first!
Finally, he got most of his cock's head lodged between the cheeks of her butt, and then he grabbed the front part of her legs and pulled her back as he rammed forward.
Linda gave a squeal of combined pain and pleasure, but the virginal sphincter muscles of her willing young ass bloated outward. Joe whammed his cock home, burying almost all of it deep into her cloying gap.
by now the girl was making little sobbing sounds of joy, but the pleasure of having two big pricks exploring her frail young body drove a kind of sexual madness into her blood.
"Fuck me!" she moaned, tossing her head from side to side, her tongue wagging out wetly, hotly. "Yes-fuck me in the ass!"
For the next fifteen minutes the only sounds that could be heard in the room were the brutal slurping of Joe's cock stroking her tight asshole, and the equally savage squish as she continued to brazenly fuck Rick's willing peter.
Once more they gave each other what was needed, an explosion of raw pleasure, and it was all the more sweet because for the first time in Joe's life he felt his balls blasting hot sperm into the bowels of a teenaged female while she sobbed out her mutual joy and spasmed like a witch over Rick's big balls.
Her violently experienced orgasm made her pussy constrict like a soapy fist around the length of Rick's overheated cock, and he added one final touch to her refined lust by blasting his own hot juice high up into her slavering hole.
After that, Joe could only roll over like a whipped hound!
It was sometime later when Joe opened his eyes.
He had been asleep on the blanket, sprawled out where he had landed after pulling his limp cock from the humid hotness of Linda's sluttish ass. The stereo was still playing, but he seemed to be alone in the room.
He stirred and moved, feeling his large, sticky prick slap lazily against his thigh.
Jesus, he had never fucked so much in his life!
It made him wonder if he'd ever be able to get another hard-on for as long as he lived!
He fished a cigarette out of his pants and lit it. Then he stood up and looked around the apartment, wondering where Linda and Rick could have disappeared to. He was still trying to decide that when he heard the telltale gurgle of Linda's youthful voice. The sound was coming from somewhere beyond the kitchen.
He walked softly toward the sound, and it seemed to be growing slightly in intensity as he approached.
The bathroom was just down a short hall which opened out from the back of the kitchen. A patch of light was showing through a cracked door, and he headed toward it-being very careful not to make any noise himself.
When he got to the door, he peeked inside.
What he saw soon proved to him that he had no need to worry about future erections. In fact, only seconds of watching the scene brought his prick to a full, horizontal stiffness.
Linda was sitting on top of Rick's bathroom lavatory, her legs spread-eagled and her feet resting firmly on either of his broad shoulders. Rick was eating her, not just fancy little nibbles on the outer lips of her sleek little cunt, but deep-tonguing probes that left his face buried almost out of sight in the vee of her thighs.
Neither of them were aware of his presence. He finally stood right in the doorway, his own cock stubbornly pointing out from under his bush of pubic hair like the thick arm of a midget!
Linda's teeth were clenched and her eyes closed, but he could still understand her moaning, greedy sighs. She was enjoying to the hilt having her ripe young snatch devoured by Rick's experienced tongue, and whenever he would lap a particularly sensitive spot somewhere deep in her vagina, she would gasp with ecstasy and crinkle her toes deep into the flesh of his shoulders.
Joe listened to the lewd slurping of his young hired-hand, and felt a rising tide of envy. He wanted nothing more than to get a little of that poontang himself, even if it meant sloppy seconds. But as long as Linda's scupper was filled with one roving tongue, he decided that he might as well take advantage of her other charms.
He slipped quietly up to the edge of the lavatory and touched one of the girl's bloated nipples with his thumb. Her eyes sprang open, glittering with joyous passion.
She grinned when she saw him, and her left hand dropped down and clasped hold of Joe's sturdy prick. She teased and squeezed his big tool until the head of it was straining upward like the cock of Satan himself.
Joe could tell from the way her fingers wrapped and unwrapped themselves around his turgid column that she wanted him to fuck her again!
Rick finally came up for air, and when he did he caught sight of how Linda was occupying herself. With an evil grunt he buried his face once again between her soft and yielding thighs and this time he ate her with such tongue-stabbing ferocity that she immediately began to spasm!
Rick's mouth made clucking noises of satisfaction as the girl poured her hot juices down his chin. He kept sucking her until the last of her orgasm had died away, then he pulled his lips partly away and licked the whole surface of her pouting, pink pussy.
Then Rick stood up, showing his own formidable hard-on.
"Who fucks her first?" Joe asked, grinning.
Rick winked. "Like I said, old man, be my guest."
The instant Joe buried his prick between the surrendering lips of Linda's hair--rimmed cunt, he realized how good a job Rick had done on her. The entire length of her vagina seemed to ooze with a hot, liquid slickness that made fucking her a real pleasure.
He easily got his huge rod into her right to the balls, and as he pumped her with slow, steady strokes he got both his hands under her warm buttocks and pulled her hard against his thrusts.
Rick casually sucked on her tits while Joe fucked her, and to show her gratitude for such all-out attention, she raked her fingers through Rick's hair and teased his ears. , It was Joe's last chance of the evening to give himself over to the fantasy which had been brooding in his mind for the past two weeks.
He pretended once again that it was Cindy's budding young cunt he was plowing.
The thought made his prick grow so abnormally long and stiff that even Linda winced once or twice with surprise. And he was still thinking of his own daughter's body when he groaned and poured yet another flood of hot spunk deep into the girl's dewy cleft.
The second Joe pulled his swollen meat from the fuck-maddened lips of the little minx, Rick took his place.
In fact, the last thing Joe saw as he strolled out of the bathroom to go home was Rick's brawny young cock sinking in up to the nuts between the girl's legs.
One thing I'm certain of, Joe told himself as he pulled on his pants in the living room, I sure as hell don't intend to let a bastard like Rick Roberts get anywhere near Cindy.
"Nossir," he whispered to himself, grinning, "that kind of horse-fucking should stay in the home, where it belongs!"
CHAPTER SIX
Two days after the sex marathon in Rick's apartment, Joe got the kind of break he had secretly been yearning for. It was an opportunity sent from heaven-or if you're going to be preachy about it-perhaps from hell.
Laura's mother got very ill.
It happened on Sunday night, and that meant that if Laura took Cindy with her their daughter would miss a very important pep rally and basketball game on Monday evening.
"Why can't I stay with daddy?" Cindy begged, as both she and Joe stood in the doorway of the bedroom watching Laura pack for the long trip.
"I don't think you are quite as grown up as you'd like to be," Laura said.
Joe felt a tiny panic inside him. "What's that supposed to mean, honey? I think Cindy is very mature."
"I just meant that she's never taken the time to learn much about cooking. She can't iron a blouse. She can't even clean up her room without me getting-"
"Oh, mother," Cindy sighed.
"We'll eat out," Joe insisted, "and if Cindy absolutely has to have something cleaned or washed, I am perfectly capable of demanding it from the mother of that little lout she's been mooning over."
Laura looked worried again as she snapped the clasps on her big suitcase. "That's another thing, she said, looking directly at her daughter, "I don't want you running around all over creation with Billy Wilks."
"Don't worry about that," Joe breathed. "While you're gone, Cindy is gonna be my gal. Right, Cindy?"
"I sure am, daddy."
Joe thought his wife would never get her damned gear together. Each time she almost seemed ready to go out the door, she'd remember panties here, a lipstick there. Her stalling seemed endless, but finally Joe found himself in the car with his wife in the front seat on one side and Cindy between them.
During the long drive to the airport, Cindy got a little sleepy and put her head over on Joe's shoulder. Since Laura was talking a mile a minute, she didn't notice that Joe moved his leg snugly up against the leg and thigh of his daughter. He kept his leg nudged over in that position all the way, and the delicious proximity of Cindy's young body to his made his cock grow semi-hard in his pants.
"How long do you think you'll be gone, honey?" he asked Laura as she stood at the gate ready to board the plane.
"I don't know, but I'll certainly stay three or four days. I will if you think you can manage without me."
"We'll manage."
His wife gave him a quick kiss, hugged Cindy, and then walked away from them.
And she'd be gone for a whole week, maybe!
On the drive back, Cindy was awake again for a while, and she babbled continuously about the upcoming basketball game, about school in general, about her friends, about Billy Wilks. And then she began to grow drowsy.
"Sleepy, honey?" Joe asked, huskily.
"Uh-huh, a little."
"Come on over and put your head in my lap. You can rest until we get home, then we'll pop some corn and watch the late show on television."
Despite her sleepiness, Cindy's blue eyes twinkled. "You mean I can stay up that late?"
"Sure, baby. While mom's away, we can play. Just don't tell her when she gets back."
Cindy grinned, leaned over and gave her daddy a big kiss on his cheek. "Don't worry, daddy," she burbled, "I won't tell mother anything you don't want me to-so let's have all the fun we can while she's gone!"
Joe grinned slackly at the innocent way his daughter was framing his lewd thoughts ... and smiled again as she put her head squarely in his lap and nestled one of her hands up on his knee.
Almost at once Joe could feel his oversized cock begin to grow virile and stiff. That alarmed him until he realized that Cindy had gone quite sound asleep, and so he didn't give a damn.
His prick continued to stiffen until it resembled a long, round bar of iron pushing up sideways against Cindy's face. He reached down and touched the top button of Cindy's blouse. He kept his finger there for a long time, his tool throbbing a little as he visualized a scene that he was afraid to make happen.
He could see his darling little sweetheart with her perky young tits aroused by his pinching fingertips. He could almost hear the rasp of his zipper as she would open his fly. He could even feel how her tiny fingers would send erotic thrills through his balls as she might tug and pull his violently erected cock from his pants.
And then he visualized Cindy sucking him off.
The thought of her pointed, wet young tongue licking and stroking his large penis made him almost lose control of the car!
by the time they reached home, he was sweating at his armpits, and his prick was so obscenely gorged that he had to ease Cindy off his lap while she was still asleep. He didn't want her to wake up and feel that monstrous hard-on pushing up against her face.
Born awake with the promise of her dad to let her stay up late, Cindy almost skipped into the house ahead of him. He watched her in the glare of the car lights, and once again he was amazed at how sexy and mature-and yet how girlish-his daughter was.
He decided that the magic for a guy like him was seeing the budding female in the actual process of budding. There were subtle changes every day in Cindy. He knew that every hour that passed brought a slightly fuller swell to her handsome young tits, that her cunt was still growing deeper, wider, softer. That new hairs were continually peeking out around the tender slit of her sex.
Maybe it was man's need to share that experience, he thought.
Maybe a guy like himself who worried a little now and then about losing his own youth thought he could find it again by burying his adult prick into the pubescent pussy of a fourteen-year-old girl?
He shrugged away the dumb philosophy as he shut the garage for the night and started into the house. "The simple truth is," he breathed to himself, "you've got the hots for your own daughter. You don't really give a big shit whether it's right or wrong, good or bad, moral or immoral. All you want to do is fuck her-just to see if she'd be as good as you imagined it in those goddamned dreams of yours!"
When he got in the house he locked the front and back doors. Then he wandered through the kitchen where Cindy was busily popping the corn.
"It'll be just like at the movies," Cindy grinned. "Hey, see what the late movie is, daddy."
He went to the living room and checked through the TV-Guide. He found there were three choices that night for late shows. A shoot-em-up western, a melodrama, and a horror movie. If he had been alone, he'd have chosen the western, but something clicked wickedly in his brain, and he elected to force Cindy to watch the horror movie. Something with bug-eyed monsters, creaking stairs, blown-out candles, and screams.
Just the thing to make a little gal cuddle up close to her strong, old dad!
by the time the popcorn was ready the news was coming to an end on TV, and when they had settled down on the sofa-she at one end and he at the other-the horror movie came on.
"This won't scare you, will it?" he asked, glancing at the cute way Cindy was curled up at her end of the sofa, her trim legs up under her even trimmer buttocks.
"I don't think so."
"Well, if it does, you just skitter down here by me."
It didn't take her long to skitter. The first scene of the ghastly flick was something about a head rolling down a stairway, and quicker than a cat's wink she was down at Joe's end of the sofa, cuddled up against his chest and shoulder with her eyes as wide as saucers.
He put his arm around her and felt his damned cock wanting to get hard again!
He crossed his legs to hide his erection....
It was well past midnight when Joe woke up in the darkness of his own bedroom. He had fallen into a troubled, frustrated sleep only an hour before, after having seen that Cindy brushed her teeth, put on her pajamas, and got safely to bed in her own room.
And now she was in his!
"Daddy-are you awake?"
He lifted his head from the pillow and saw the shadowy figure of his teenaged daughter standing in the doorway. The light from the hallway behind her illuminated her body through the filmy sleeping gown she was wearing over her tight pajamas.
"Sure, honey," he called, "what's wrong?"
Cindy came into the bedroom and up to him. He stuck out his hand and she took it with both of hers. She held his hand tightly.
"Daddy, do you think I'm too old to sleep with you?"
"Huh?"
"That movie. I've tried to get to sleep, but every time I close my eyes I can't see anything but-but-"
Joe felt his heart begin to beat with a quick, carnal urge. "Baby, nobody is ever too old to get scared. That darned movie unnerved me a little, too. Sure, you can sleep with me, if you want to."
In seconds she had turned out the hall light and had hopped into bed with him. To his delight, she snuggled up close to him, and even put one arm around his waist.
Feeling her body so lovingly close to his brought his old faithful to full attention again, but since he was lying with his back to her, his cock could have stuck out three feet in front and she couldn't have noticed.
"Good night, daddy," she purred, softly, pecking him with her pursed lips.
"Sleep tight, baby," he managed, his breath raspy.
He lay there without moving for what seemed an hour. He waited until she was completely asleep, her breathing smooth and regular. And then he moved.
by being very careful, and going at a snail's pace, he finally turned so that he was on his back and she was still snuggled up close against his side.
His lusty prick was sticking straight up out of his pajama fly, tenting the sheet. He didn't know why he hadn't slept in the nude tonight, the way he usually did, or why Cindy had to be wrapped like a mummy in all those damned clothes!
He inched his hand up over the curve of her thigh. He barely touched her, but feathered his fingertips lightly down and across her curving young buttocks. Just lightly feeling the lines of her ripe little ass made his balls ache with need.
Once he thought she was awake, but when he was sure again that she was sleeping he resumed his devilish exploration of her sexy body.
She wasn't in the best position in the world for him to grab a slow feel of her pussy, but the urge to do exactly that overcame the basic difficulty. By reaching his left hand over his own body he managed by slow degrees to insert a couple of his fingers between her legs and to search like a blind man along the pouting hump of her sex.
It was like feeling a soft little muffin!
Even through the pajamas he could trace the tender, hair-lined folds of her cunt lips, and sense the quicky, surrendering softness of how the twin folds came together like the furred two halves of a Georgia peach.
His prick stiffened with maddening lust as he felt Cindy's cunt. The erectile muscle running under the column of his male organ grew bulging and thick, and he could feel the large head of his cock flaring out hotly.
Almost without knowing it, he got most of his left hand wedged up between her legs. It was so much fun feeling her up as she slept that he went further than he intended to, and with a sleepy grunt of contentment Cindy suddenly shifted her body and closed her thighs in a locked position over his hand.
That scared the shit out of him for a few seconds, until he realized that she was still asleep.
Now he had his whole palm and fingers glued solidly up against her cunning little twat, and if it hadn't been for those goddamned pajamas she was wearing, he could probably have fingered the hell out of her while she snoozed!
As it was, he had to be content to move his palm up and down with gingerly care, pressuring her plump vaginal lips as much as he dared.
He wondered what kind of a dream he was producing in Cindy's innocent little brain with all that pussy teasing!
Once or twice when he would get his thumb in the right place at the top of her cunt, exactly where her youthful clitoris was developing, she would moan a bit and sigh.
The soft sounds she made in her sleep affected him like some Turkish aphrodisiac. He knew that the pleasure he was transmitting through her body by his lascivious toying with her cunt was making her sigh like that, and maybe that proved that she had a naturally libidinous nature.
Maybe in time she would be like the girl Rick Roberts had fixed him up with, a real little nympho. A hot little fucker who would never be able to get enough of big pricks, or of having her sleekly cushioned young pussy teased and fingered until "Daddy?"
He froze like a corpse, his hand still squarely plugged up against Cindy's pussy, but unmoving. He didn't dare speak.
"Daddy-I'm not sleeping," Cindy whispered, her voice small and husky. "I haven't been asleep at all."
Oh, Christ, he thought, now I've really had it! When she tells Laura about this, a ton of shit will hit the fan!
He started to jerk his hand away from her slit, but Cindy's own hand reached down and stopped him.
"You don't have to stop, daddy," she purred. He found his quaking voice. "Look, honey, I-I don't know why I did that. I guess I-"
"You don't have to explain. Just do it some more."
"Cindy, I-"
"Please, daddy. I won't tell-if you won't."
Tell? God, a shotgun butted up his ass and cocked to fire wouldn't have made him tell anything about what he'd been doing the past half-hour.
He was still hesitating, his heart beating like a goat's, when Cindy pressed her irresistible little pussy down hard over his hand. Instinctively, he pressed back.
With a low moan of girlish need, her arms came around his neck and she lifted one of her legs up over his hip.
It was too much to ask of him to stop now!
Neither of them said a word for the next few minutes. Instead of communicating verbally, they both signaled a sexual language to each other through the movements of their bodies. He rubbed her swelling young cunt against his hand, feeling it grow hot even through the pajamas, and with her leg thrown up over his hip, he had every chance he needed to really play with her.
It somehow seemed easier for him to be doing this in the darkness. He didn't think he could have managed it in broad open daylight, toying with his own daughter's teenaged quim. But here in the close, secret darkness of an otherwise empty house, he let his lustful desires have full rein.
He worked on her spreading cunt until he had her panting with short, quick breaths. And as her virginal passion grew into a sharp flame, she hugged him hard with both her arms and began to kiss him on the neck.
His prick was so furiously stiff between his legs that he was in pain.
"Wanta take off your pajamas, honey?" he whispered, raggedly.
She didn't have to be asked twice.
He threw back the sheet and helped her strip out of her sleeping garments. By now they were both accustomed enough to the darkness that they could see enough to enjoy more of what they were going to do. And Joe was already so hot and eager to go ahead with the madness of enjoying his daughter that he ripped off a couple of the bottom buttons of her pajamas.
He had her stark naked at last, and she lay in the middle of the big bed like some million-dollar sex doll created by some perverted mind for the enjoyment of rutty bastards like him. Only Cindy was no doll, she was flesh, smell, softness, hotness.
And she obviously wanted him to show her a good time.
For one or two fleeting, heady moments he thought he was actually going to fuck her, but he pulled away from that evil desire. He knew that once he got his huge prick into her tiny pussy, he'd rape her if he had to.
And he knew she wasn't ready to be fucked. He'd have to work her up to something as traumatic as having her own father break her maidenhead with his horse-sized cock.
What she needed, he knew, was to have her inexperienced young snatch eaten, sucked and kissed and licked. She needed to exercise her pussy around his long, squirming tongue, just to get the feel of sex.
She need to know how it feels to have a male mouth down there, instead of the mechanical fingers of a Sally Horton!
With his penis stiff as a club between his legs, he crouched on his knees down between her thighs. The mattress squeaked as his weight burrowed into the springs at the lower end of the bed. When he was positioned, he gently pushed her smooth young legs wide apart, and then lowered his mouth down to within a few inches of her softly whiskered cunt.
He could feel her trembling as he pursed his lips in a circle and began to gently blow on the fringed nap of her Venus mound.
He moved the fine hairs up and down with his slow, hot-blowing breath-and the pleasure of such faint titillation made her sigh.
Then, he couldn't resist one of the oldest urges known to the healthy male. He gently sniffed at her pussy, putting his nose almost into the crack running between the outer lips of her hole. He smelled the girlish hotness of her, and his randy old cock twitched between his legs like a drunk sailor's!
He had held off the real thing for as long as he could, and now with his ears turning numb with heat he rolled his tongue out of his mouth and slowly, lovingly licked just at the surface of her pliant twat.
"OOOooooohhhh, d-d-daddy yyyy!"
He licked the succulent trench again, using a bit more pressure, getting the flat of his tongue solidly up against the soft, yielding flesh of her slit. He stroked wetly up and down, each time trying to tease apart the heating folds of her cunt with the tip of his tongue.
"Ah,"
"Cindy moaned.
He could feel the curling ringlets of her pussy tickling the tip of his nose as he continued to use his tongue on the quivering outer lips of her sex, and even though he couldn't see it in the half-darkness, he sensed that her cunt was swelling outward, the twin humps bloating the way a female's genitalia naturally bloats when anticipating the pleasurable invasion of the male organ.
He licked her pussy a bit harder now, worming his tongue an inch or so inside on each stroke, making her squirm above him like a fish on a hook.
The hotter his tongue made her grow, the more she liked it, and the more she responded to what he was doing to her. She lifted her thighs up to him like a clever young acrobat, and held them suspended for long moments at a time while he slowly licked and sucked the whole of her pussy.
He loved the taste of her-salty and sweet at the same time, the ambrosial juices of a fourteen-year-old virgin aroused for the first time by a man's hungry tongue!
He stopped only once, and that was to drag a pillow down and stuff it under her flushed, firm buttocks. That lifted her darling little cunt up to his mouth like a cup of nectar, and he then proceeded to suck her with shameless abandon.
He buried his head so deep between her pubescent thighs that his ears touched the insides of her legs. He roved with his starving tongue deeper and deeper into the hot sheathe of her cunt, lapping and licking for the meaty magic of her pussy.
With the intense stimulation of her father's wicked tongue funneling in and out of her slit, Cindy arched her legs wider apart and brought both of her hands down to hold the sides of his head while he ate her.
She tossed her head from side to side, her little pink tongue lolling out in the ecstasy of the moment. It was obvious to Joe from the persistent throbs that racked the twitching pussy beneath his tongue that he was getting her close to an orgasm.
In order to increase her joy-to say nothing of his own!-he brought his fingertips up to the edges of her sprouting cunt and pulled the outer lips wide apart. Then he licked with long, powerful strokes of his tongue at the slicker, inner lips of her beautiful little gap.
It turned her on like crazy!
"OH, DADDY! YES! OOOOHHHH-DO THAT! YES!!!"
He did more than that. He found the surprisingly well-developed little bud of her clitoris and began to suck it with all his strength.
It took only a few blindingly rapturous seconds of having her clit sucked to make her cum.
With a raw squeal of pure lust, she wrapped her legs tight around his bobbing head and spasmed wildly against his tongue. He felt her steamy liquids spritz against his nostrils and run wetly down his chin.
As he continued to clean out her exhausted young pussy with lazy laps of his tongue, one proud thought pounded hard in his mind.
She was his now, and no dumb little shit like Billy Wilks would ever have a chance to catch up with him!
CHAPTER SEVEN
He couldn't face Cindy the next morning.
He left her sound asleep in the bed and crept into his clothes. He did set the alarm so she wouldn't be late for school. And, almost as a guilty afterthought, he left a five-dollar bill tucked just under the pillow so she couldn't miss it. Along with the money he left a hastily scribbled note telling her to buy herself something pretty with the money.
Then he went to work.
When he entered the office, Rick Roberts gave him a peculiar glance.
"Hey, old man, you look like you didn't sleep a wink last night. Your wife got the hots for you?"
"My wife is out of town," Joe snapped, not really wanting to look his young helper in the face-fearing that he might read something else there. He tried to change the subject by asking if anything was new.
Rick smirked. "Now what are we talking about?"
"Business."
"Monkey business, maybe? Which reminds me, would you like another fucking session with Linda?"
"No, damnit."
Rick looked at him in surprise. "Hey, I thought you enjoyed yourself the other night. She damned sure did. All she's done since then is talk about you. Man, you must have done something to that little slut's ovaries that won't quit. She said that getting screwed by you was like taking nine inches from her own father. And I wouldn't put that past her, either. Hell, some of these dizzy high school gals wouldn't be beneath fucking their own dads. Can you imagine anybody being that degenerate and-"
"Look, Rick, will you just shut up? Don't you ever think about anything but sex?"
Rick was silent for a few moments, then he grinned. "I guess I get it. The old guilt feelings, eh? You're afraid that if one fourteen-year-old girl will go out and get herself laid twelve ways from Sunday, your daughter might do the same thing."
"That's a lie."
"Maybe. Maybe not. Does your little Cindy have a boyfriend?"
"As if you didn't know."
Rick laughed huskily. "Oh, yeah, I've heard you bitch about how she makes eyes at the kid next door. What's his name, Billy something?"
"Billy Wilks, but Cindy isn't really interested in him."
"Don't bet on it. When I was about sixteen I tried to make every girl in school, and you'd be surprised how much success I had. Like we always said, if you can get close enough to 'em to pinch their tits, then you can fuck 'em."
Joe didn't bother to reply to that lewd philosophy. But he felt a sickening weakness in his stomach sensing that Rick might know exactly what he was talking about. And he could damned well be right about most girls, with the exception of Cindy. His daughter belonged to him, now more than ever, and he fully intended to keep her too busy to think about boys.
And if that meant fucking Cindy, then so be it. But he certainly didn't intend to let a sex-maniac like Rick Roberts in on the lusty secret.
About mid-morning the phone rang, and Rick answered it.
Joe could tell from the conversation that it wasn't a customer, and when Rick covered the mouthpiece and asked him if he wanted to talk to Linda he felt another sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"How the Christ did she know to call here?" he breathed.
"Don't sweat, man. Linda is as safe as your grandmother's bonnet."
"Like hell she is. She's only a child!"
"Some child, eh? Hey, c'mon, talk to her. You don't want to turn off a cute piece of nooky like Linda."
Reluctantly, he took the phone. He didn't want to talk to her, but the instant he heard her purring, sexy young voice at the other end, a ripple of libidinous excitement ran up his spine.
"Hi, Joe. Remember me?"
"Sure, Linda. How are you?"
"Lonesome. Are we-uh-going to party again real soon?"
"Well, I-I don't know. I'm pretty busy."
He heard her breathing more heavily into the phone. "I'm not busy at all, Joe. Maybe I could come over to your office."
"Here? No, Linda, I don't think-"
"Please, Joe. There's something I think you ought to know."
That didn't sound good-in fact, it sounded downright threatening to him. It made him wonder if perhaps the little whore wasn't going to demand more money from him.
"I'm coming over, Joe," she said, abruptly.
"Linda, hold on. I think if we-"
He heard the phone click dead in his hand. He continued to hold the instrument for a few seconds, then slammed it down hard.
"Goddamnit," he hissed, glaring over at Rick, "now look what you've gotten me into!"
"Me? Hey, old man, it wasn't my idea that you plow that young chick's hot pussy. Remember? You called me and asked to get fixed up."
"Yes, but-"
"No buts about it," Rick grinned, "except maybe Linda's tasty little butt. What did she want, fucked again?"
"She's on her way over here."
"Wow, no shit?"
"Yes, and I don't like it one damned bit. She could be trouble."
Rick grinned again, slackly. "Listen, that's the kind of trouble I could dig all the time. Hell, man, if she's hot to trot, then give her what she wants. Dick the hell out of her."
"Sure, right here on top of my desk!"
"Naw, take her back into the storeroom. Give her a good fucking, and tell her that if she wants any more of it to keep her ass away from the office. Tell her you can use my pad anytime you want to-for a price, of course."
"Jesus," Joe muttered, "how did I ever get myself into a mess like this."
"The same way you got yourself into her cute young cunt. You wanted it."
Joe knew there was no way to argue that point!
Fortunately, there were no customers around when Linda arrived. She had on a pair of the tightest capri pants Joe had ever seen, and a blouse made of satin or something that showed her protruding little tits off to perfection. He was grateful to see that she had a scarf tied over her head and that she was wearing dark glasses!
When Rick saw her coming, he got up and strolled to the door. "Look, I'll sort of stick around outside and keep anybody from disturbing you while you fornicate."
"Goddamnit, I have no intention of touching her!"
Rick smiled. "Yeah, I've heard that song before."
Rick reached the door and got out just as Linda came in. He grinned at her and patted her smugly on her butt before he left.
Joe tried to smile, too, but the dirty look the girl had given Rick made his smile as weak as water.
"That bastard," Linda said, glaring back over her shoulder at Rick as he disappeared into the line of used cars out front. "I just hate him."
Joe swallowed, and waited, expecting the same medicine for himself. But to his vague relief, the lovely young teenager gave him a quick grin from behind her dark glasses.
Then she reached into the small purse she was carrying and pulled out a folded twenty-dollar bill. She handed it to Joe with a small flourish.
"Here's the money that awful Rick took from you, Joe."
He stared at the bill dumbly.
Linda smiled. "After you left the other night, Rick got drunk and told me how he'd conned you into thinking I charged money for having fun. He intended to keep the twenty dollars for himself, so I told him to go to hell. I also told him that if he didn't give me the money so that I could give it back to you, I'd blow the whistle on him."
Joe didn't know whether to give a whoop of joy or piss in his pants!
"Y-you do what you-uh-do just for fun?" he managed, finally.
"Of course I do. And that doesn't mean I do it with everybody who comes along. But Rick described you to me, and, well, to be truthful, I thought it would be fun to try an older-I mean, a more mature man."
Joe grinned. "Older is right. I'm probably old enough to be your father."
"Maybe that's what I like," she whispered softly. "But I do know one thing for sure; I had more fun with you the other night than I've ever had with Rick or anybody else."
Despite his best intentions, he felt a lusty twitch go through his crotch. Not in his wildest imagination had he ever expected to hear a girl as young as Linda tell him that she grooved on being fucked by a guy his age!
"You really mean what you say?" he questioned, huskily.
He saw a small, hot flush of pleasure pink the girl's cheeks. She pulled off the dark glasses and revealed her twinkling, spirited brown eyes.
"If we had a place to go right now," she purred, "I'd show you how much I like you."
He thought of the supply room, and his cock began to instantly thicken.
"Kind of risky," he said, trying to convince himself that he gave a damn about the risk. "But we could go back to the room behind here."
Linda took a ragged little breath. "Lock the door. I don't want that bastard Rick enjoying any of this."
Like a man in an erotic dream, Joe got up from behind his desk and marched to the door. The front of his pants were already pooching out with the beginning of a rather impressive hard-on, and it wasn't lost on the sensual young lady in the office with him.
As he passed by her, she reached out and rubbed the lump at his crotch. The touch of her fingers tingled through the length of his cock like an electric charge, and he felt it stiffen even more.
He locked the door, then turned back to her.
"Follow me," he breathed, huskily.
She willingly trailed him to the little supply room, and he also locked the door behind them there. He didn't want anything to disturb the venereal pleasure of this session.
Without a word he gathered her into his arms and crushed his mouth over hers. She opened her lips and slid her tongue deep and high up into his throat. He sucked her tongue hungrily, letting his prick grow as boldly stiff as it pleased. And it pleased to erect itself like an axe handle!
They remained locked for a few long moments, her thighs pressed snugly against his so snugly that she could feel the entire length of his eager cock pressing like a bar against her leg. That seemed to make desire leap like crackling flames through her blood.
She broke from him in a second, their mouths coming unglued with a sultry plop of wetness.
"Joe," she whispered, her teenaged voice lisping with desire, "I forgot to tell you, I don't have time for-for the real thing."
He groaned and slipped his hands down to press deeply into her trim little ass. "Don't tell me that, baby. Christ, I'm horny for you. Sweetheart, I'm dying to fuck your cute little pussy!"
She grinned, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. She doubled his horniness by dropping her hand down to massage the massive bulge at his fly.
"Let me suck you, Joe," she purred. "I'm dying just as much to show you how great I think you are, but if I don't get back home in a few minutes, my mom will send out the damned marines. I told her I was just going out for a magazine."
His head swam with erotic heat. He tucked her chin up to his face with one finger. "You sure you want to eat me, honey?"
"I'll show you," she husked.
As he stood with his legs wide apart and his arms dangling down uselessly at his sides, she dropped to her knees and quickly unzipped his pants. He stood like a robot, trembling with lust as her clever young fingers grappled inside his shorts and hauled his lewdly aroused prick out of his pants. It rode out a full nine hard inches, as solidly horizontal as if it were carved from stone.
Her hands squeezed and fingered it, tracing for a few delicious seconds the strong veins that bulged out from the sides of the column. Then, quickly and cunningly, she began a slow, wet licking on just the head of his lustful cock. He groaned softly, loving the incredible arousing experience of having a young girl lick his prod with such wanton need.
His penis throbbed, bobbing up and down so hard that it slapped almost comically against the tip of her nose!
With a hungry moan she ovaled her mouth hotly over the big bulb at the tip of his tool and began to worm her tongue in circles.
"Nice, honey," he breathed hoarsely. "Yeah, that's real nice. I love that!"
She wrapped the flat of her tongue completely around his glans, sucking and stroking until his balls burned with joy. Then she reached around behind him and placed her palmed hands flat against his buttocks and pulled his stiffened prick slowly down her throat.
It was like sliding his dick down a hot, velvety glove!
"Ah" he groaned, his mouth falling open in a deep paroxysm of pleasure.
He managed finally to look down at what she was doing to him, and the sight of the fourteen-year-old girl holding his savagely stiffened cock deep inside her stretched mouth almost made him shoot his wad right then!
"Suck it, baby!" he rasped huskily. "EAT ME OFF GOOD!!"
In response, she took a few more inches down her throat and he felt the head of his invigorated prick knock lewdly against the back of her mouth.
She rode her lips backwards, and he got an exciting view of his large rod coming out of her pretty face like an oiled, wet snake.
He drove his cock forward again, and she took even more of him, humming happily as he fed her the meat.
"Crazy," he whispered, his voice ragged with lust, "you crazy little, cocksucking doll!"
She seemed to grin around his gorged tool, and he felt the tip of her tongue licking and flicking out to add an extra spice to her sucking.
He suddenly began to gently fuck her mouth, bucking his hips in an imitation of screwing a hot pussy. She seemed to like that from the moaning sounds coming up to his ears, and so he screwed a bit harder and faster. To make it better, he reached down and clasped his hands around the back of her head, forcing to take him each time almost to the balls!
He was damned if he knew where she was putting those stiff nine inches, but she seemed to enjoy taking as much down her throat as she could manage, and he wasn't going to argue!
For the next five minutes he stubbornly fucked her yielding gullet with steady, powerful strokes, even enjoying the way her teeth sometimes scraped and nibbled along the length of his dong.
Nothing that delicious could last forever, and very soon he could feel his nuts tightening for release.
He had planned to shoot her hungry throat full of his boiling spunk, but she had an exciting surprise in store for him. Just as his prick throbbed toward a climax she rode her sucking mouth all the way out to the head of his cock and twirled her wicked tongue in rapid circles.
The unbearable pleasure made him growl with a low, animal lust. Then, gasping with joy, he allowed his pent-up balls to explode like a pistol, shooting such a thick stream of sperm against her lips that she made slurping noises to catch his flow.
Several hot gushes spurted just inside her mouth, and then she went down on him right to the balls and a final powerful glut bloated out her cheeks.
She held his brutally swollen prick gently in her throat until it began the slow, reluctant softening process. Then she wormed her lips casually away, licking the final steamy wetness from every inch of his meat.
It was the best goddamned blow job he'd ever had!
She came back up to him and kissed him firmly on his lips. He could taste the salty sperm in the kiss, but he pushed his tongue as far into her mouth as he could.
She broke the kiss with a wanton. little smile. "Now do you believe I like you, Joe?" she whispered, kittenishly.
He was good for absolutely nothing the rest of the afternoon.
He tried to concentrate on his work, but each time he did his mind wandered off to what Linda had done with him in the supply room. He couldn't get that picture of her out of his mind: a lusty image of her cute young mouth boldly sucking away on his brawny cock. Each time he thought about it, his libertine penis filled with hot blood again and pushed up against his fly like the prick of a teenaged boy looking at a bunch of fuck pictures.
Incredibly enough, he knew he'd like to have his cock sucked again like that-not tomorrow, but today!
That was when his mind turned with a lecherous yearning to Cindy.
He smiled slackly to himself as he thought about somehow teasing his little Cindy into the right position to eat his rod. After all, he'd damned well fractured the ice with her last night-and even if he still didn't have the nerve to actually fuck her, he did have the nerve to teach her how to blow him!
Suddenly, he knew exactly how he'd do it.
He would simply seduce her again when she got home from school, and then right in the middle of eating her honied young snatch he'd ask her if she'd like to try something new.
He visualized her innocent, sweet little lips closing evenly over the head of his erected prick, tasting for the first time the forbidden fruits of her daddy's big cock!
He decided to leave the office early, and his blood was beating so hotly just thinking about the fun in store at home that he didn't even bother to ream out Rick Roberts for trying to con him out of twenty bucks. He'd do that later.
He drove home as quickly as he could and parked the car in the garage. Stepping as lightly as a boy, he let himself into the house and made himself a stiff drink of bourbon. He knew that Cindy would be home from school in about an hour, and then he'd have showered and shaved. By then he'd be as ready as a ram to show her some new tricks.
It was just as he was taking the first good swig of his drink that he heard the odd noise.
It seemed to be coming from his workshop in the basement.
"What the hell?" he breathed, softly.
He made his way as quietly as he could down the few concrete stairs to the basement door, and then he listened.
He could hear a husky young voice whispering quietly but audibly from the corner of the basement. He wasn't sure, but he thought he reognized the voice, and it was that recognition which drove a spike of anger through his chest.
He pushed open the door without a sound and looked inside.
His worst fears were instantly confirmed.
Billy Wilks was lying on top of one of his work tables, buck naked, his muscular young legs dangling down in lazy, sensuous contentment. Also stark naked, and bending over him like a brazen young nymph, was Cindy.
She had Billy's surprisingly large prick in her mouth, and she was slowly sucking it. From the way her head bobbed in slow motion up and down, she was obviously enjoying what she was doing.
Billy's horny, teenaged cock gleamed from the balls to the head with Cindy's warm saliva, and while she was giving him his blow job he was fingering her moist pussy with one hand.
"Suck it, Cindy," he was saying, lingering over each word with a husky raspiness that belied his youthful age, "blow me real good and I'll teach you how to fuck ... I'll fuck you anytime you want it if you promise to suck my hot prick like this everyday."
With the roar of a wounded animal, Joe charged into the basement!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Billy Wilks blinked at the sight of the angry adult charging upon him, then quickly responded by pushing Cindy's sucking young mouth forcefully away from his cock.
Cindy's lips pursed as they rode up over the wet, pink bulb of Billy's lustily aroused prick, and at the same time she caught a look at her father, too.
"JESUS!" Billy boomed.
"SHUT UP!" Joe roared.
"Oh, DADDY! Oh, GOD!" Cindy managed.
The scene might have been amusing to somebody watching it, but there was nothing funny about it to the three involved. Billy hopped around on one foot trying to get his pants on while his still-stiffened young peter flopped wetly this way and that. Cindy tried to get into her panties, but Joe snatched them out of her hands and told her to get the hell up to her room.
Cindy tore out of the basement in tears, the firm cheeks of her retreating teenaged ass bouncing like compact balloons.
Billy Wilks was cornered, and as he buttoned his fly and raced to get into his T-shirt, Joe moved in on him like a panther.
"What do you mean making my daughter suck your cock, you goddamned little pervert!"
Billy flushed, gulped, shrugged.
"ANSWER ME, DAMNIT!!"
"J-Jesus, sir," Billy stammered, "you can't blame anybody but me, that's for sure. It was all my fault. I-I talked Cindy into doing that. But...."
"But what?"
"But she sort of acted like she wanted something to happen."
"You're lying to me!"
"N-nossir, I'm not. I mean, Cindy has always been such a nice girl. I never did a damn thing but hold her hand and maybe try to take a corny kiss from her now and ten. But this morning was different."
Joe felt a little prickle of both fear and curiosity. He knew that, without Billy Wilks knowing what he was doing, he had to find out just what the hell Cindy might have said concerning his eating her pussy the night before!
"What did Cindy do this morning, you little bastard?"
Billy gulped. "Well, sir, it was while we were eating lunch together. We were sitting where we always do, and the first thing I knew Cindy had her hand on my leg. You know, sort of feeling me up the way a guy might try to feel up a girl. I mean, what the hell was I supposed to do. I guess I got a big hard-on."
Joe frowned. "And then what happened?"
"You sure you wanta know, sir?"
"You're damned right I do!"
Billy took a deep breath. "Then Cindy whispered in my ear, and asked me if I would like to-to-"
"To what, boy?"
"To eat her pussy, sir."
Joe stared hard at him, trying to see if there was some hint of mockery in his eyes and voice. But there was none. It was pretty obvious that Billy Wilks didn't know shit about what he and Cindy had done in bed last night.
"And then what happened?" Joe demanded.
Billy looked miserable for a second. "Christ, Mr. Foster, you don't want me to-"
"I want to know it all. You tell me everything, and I just may let you off without telling your parents."
"Then you tell me what you and Cindy did that led up to this disgusting little performance down here in the basement."
Billy swallowed hard, then told his erotic tale: "Well, when Cindy asked me to eat her I just about flipped. I mean, I think Cindy is the cutest girl in school, and she's got dozens of guys watching her, wanting to date her and stuff like that. So when she said she'd like for me to put my-uh-tongue up her snatch, I got about the biggest hard-on a guy can get."
"And did you eat her?"
"I-I guess I did, sir."
"You GUESS you did, damnit?"
"No, sir. I did. Period. We went into one of the empty band-practice music rooms at school, and we sorta did it."
"Tell me in detail what you did to my little Cindy."
Billy looked stricken, as if he might be sick right there. "Lord, Mr. Foster, I don't wanta tell what-"
"Tell me, you fucking little brat. I want you to hear with your own ears what a cheap little punk you are to debauch a young thing like Cindy."
"Look, Mr. Foster, I said it was her idea. I didn't-"
"Don't sass me, you little bastard. Tell me what happened!"
Joe saw a change come over Billy Wilks' face. A hard look crept into his eyes-the look of a teenager who is suddenly fed up with the kind of injustice adults always practice on them.
"Okay, sir. If you want to know what happened, I'll tell you. When she got me into the music room she pulled down her panties and got on the edge of a table. She spread her legs apart for me and asked me if I thought she had a pretty cunt. She wanted me to touch it, play with it, pull her pussy-lips apart with my fingers and diddle her for a long time. And I did everything she wanted me to. I fingerfucked her until I had her so hot she was panting like a whore...."
"And then you ate her," Joe said, throat dry.
"Yessir. She begged me to eat her, and I didn't have to be asked twice. I put my head between her legs and I went after that sweet, juicy little cunt with all I had. I sucked her for as long as she wanted me to, and that was a pretty goddamned long time. Maybe twenty or thirty minutes. My tongue was sore by the time she was finally satisfied. I think I made her cum five or six times. It sure seemed like it from the hot juice all over my chin!"
"And then what happened?"
"What do you think? I asked her if I could fuck her."
"And what did she say to that?"
"She said no. I don't think she really understands what fucking is. I don't know where the hell she got the idea of wanting her pussy sucked, but she damned sure enjoyed it. When she wouldn't let me fuck her, I asked her if she'd suck me off."
"And-?"
"And she said if I would leave school early this afternoon and come home with her, and if I would promise to eat her cunt again-then she'd consider sucking my prick."
"And that's what happened?"
"Yessir. We came down here to the basement, and I ate her snatch all over again. This time we took off all our clothes, and I really took my time heating her up. I guess in all I must have licked and sucked her pussy for almost an hour. Then I talked her into giving me a blow job."
Joe took a deep breath, then he raised his hand and pointed his index finger squarely into the oversexed young lout's face.
"Okay, sonny boy, let's put it this way. I know how desperate a male your age can get. I was young once myself. If what you say is true, then I can hardly blame you for taking advantage of an innocent little girl like Cindy. But get this straight: that was the last time you touch her. You promise me to keep your mother-fucking hands off of my daughter, and I'll promise you not to tell your father what I know. If you want to suck some pussy, you find the local punchboard-but keep your mouth and cock the hell away from my Cindy. Understood?"
"Y-y-yessir."
"Okay, now get your ass out of here."
Billy Wilks quickly left the basement, obviously grateful to have escaped with his life!
The second he was gone, Joe's expression changed from angry, outraged father to that of a grinning, confident satyr.
Cindy hadn't told Billy Wilks why she liked her pussy sucked-and if she wouldn't tell him, she wouldn't tell anybody!
He went back upstairs, just to make sure Billy had actually left the house. Then he locked the doors again, and climbed the stairs to Cindy's room.
She had her door shut when he got there, but it wasn't locked.
She was still buck naked and lying curled up in the middle of her bed. She had been crying, but now her tears were dry and she had a helpless, faraway look in her eyes.
"Cindy?"
She turned and looked at him, moving her body just enough that he got an exciting glimpse of her rosy-tipped tits, and he found himself wondering if Billy Wilks had sucked on them, too.
"Daddy," she breathed, "I'm so-so sorry...."
He stood at the edge of the bed, his prick slowly but surely hardening in his pants, and he smiled at her.
"Don't worry about it, honey," he whispered. "I made him confess that he forced you to do that stuff. He told me it was all his idea, from beginning to end."
She seemed to believe the he, and her blue eyes brightened. "You-you mean you aren't mad at me?"
"How could I be made with my little baby?" he said, huskily. "I can't find too much to be mad at a little bastard like Billy Wilks. I mean, I can't blame him for liking what you did to him."
Cindy smiled again, and then she turned around on the bed so that he could see between her legs.
The sight of her plump, hair--rimmed little pussy accelerated his erection, and his cock began to push out the front of his pants like a balled fist.
"And thanks for not telling Billy Wilks about, about last night," he said, quietly.
"I promised I wouldn't tell, daddy," she purred. "I'd never tell anybody what we did. No matter what you wanted me to do, I would. I wouldn't even mind if-if-"
"If what, baby?" he rasped, a throb going from one end of his large prick to the other.
"I wouldn't mind doing to you what I was doing to Billy."
What she was saying was salacious music to his ears!
"I'd like that, Cindy. I'd like it very much." Cindy smiled, and wet her lovely young lips with the tip of her tongue. "And daddy?"
"Yes, honey?"
"I want you to teach me how to fuck."
He was too excited now to even speak!
Like a man in a dream, like the very dreams he had so often had of himself with Cindy, he began to take off his clothes. Off came his shirt, pants, shorts, shoes, everything!
Cindy lay on the bed watching her father undress. Her eyes were all over him, bright, curious, stimulated. And when she caught sight of his enormous prick rising out from between his legs from the dark bush of pubic hair, she gasped with pleasure.
There was something so deliciously lewd about standing there in front of his teenaged daughter with his clothes off and his nine-inch tool sticking straight out that Joe thought he might cum before she could touch him!
Twice in one day he was going to get his cock sucked by a beautiful, fourteen-year-old girl!
He moved up so close to the bed that his knees were touching against the spread. The head of his brutally distended prick stuck far out in front of him, but not On a line with Cindy's smiling young mouth. To remedy that, he put one finger at the base of his cock and pushed it down, thus lining up the bursting glans of his tool with the curve of her lips.
"Suck it, baby," he whispered, forcing his voice not to sound rasping and crude.
It seemed an eternity of pulsing frustration for Joe before Cindy leaned her head gingerly forward. But it proved to be worth the wait. With the kittenish pleasure of a young thing tasting her first man-sized penis, Cindy rolled out her tongue and licked teasingly at the tip of his prick.
The snub-nosed helmet of flesh at the end of his cock twitched and firmed, growing a deep coral color as she continued to playfully lick on it.
To his delight, she reached one hand up and curled her soft fingers around the hard column of meat he was feeding her. He released his own hand so that the pleasure of having nothing touching his cock but her tongue and fingers could sharpen his lust.
"Take more of it, Cindy!"
Like an obedient sex-slave, the girl ovaled her pretty mouth over the entire head of his rod. He could feel her small tongue worming hungrily this way and that, instinctively teasing the underside of the glans where the male is super sensitive.
He pushed forward a little, forcing several stiff inches into her mouth. His prick was so large that it looked like an oversized sausage lodged between her lips. The veins were bulging out, and the one huge vein traversing the side of his tool even pushed up the corner of her mouth a bit.
Not having the experience of a real cocksucker like Linda, his daughter couldn't begin to take all he had to offer. She crammed as much of his stout prick down her throat as she could, then rode it back out with tears in her eyes, nibbling and sucking on the head again while she left about half of his peter gleaming with her spit.
He knew then that he'd have to fuck her to get any real satisfaction.
He let her massage his enormous cock for a few more minutes, enjoying right to his hot balls the sight of her taking such wanton pleasure from him with her mouth. And then, gently, he pulled his stone-hard meat away. She was reluctant to let him take his prick out of her mouth, and she sucked greedily at the head before releasing him.
"I wanna fuck you," he said, huskily.
He could read both fear and desire in her flushed young face.
"It might hurt just a little at first, honey," he breathed, "but you're going to love it after that.
It's going to be the sweetest fun you've ever had. There's nothing in the world as exciting as feeling a prick the size of mine fucking between your legs."
"It-it's so much bigger than Billy's," she whispered, her large blue eyes fixed with excitement on the dimensions of her dad's stallion cock.
He grinned wickedly down at her. "So much the better to fuck you with, sweetheart. All those thrills I gave you with my tongue was just puppy-dog stuff. This time I'm going to make you moan with joy."
He had been talking lustily to get her heated up, and apparently his words had affected her right. She had deep splotches of pink at her cheeks, and her mouth was slightly open as she breathed.
"H-how do you want me?" she managed.
"Just lay down high up in the middle of the bed and spread your legs as wide apart as you can."
She did exactly as he said, and the sight of her fringed little slit stretching open like a wet mouth drove nails of lust into his body.
With shameless need he climbed on the bed with her and positioned himself so that his knees could keep her legs propped open. Once he got his big prick into her tender cunt, he had no intention of taking it out until they were both satisfied!
He knew he should be in no great hurry to fuck her. A little time spent building her up would pay off later. So, with that in mind, he spread the soft lips of her pussy open and placed only the blunt head of his cock inside. Just from the way the folds of her slick little twat tried instinctively to reject such a large invader, he knew that she would be deliciously tight for him.
He moved his glans slowly just between the pouting flange of her cleft, now and then pushing it in just far enough that she moaned softly.
He knew that if he could make her cum, her pussy would be lubricated enough to fuck.
He found her budding clitoris with the tip of his finger and began to rub it, keeping the bloated head of his prick at readiness within the outer folds of her sex.
Cindy moaned more often now, and her fingers dug into the bed beneath her.
As he stimulated her clit, he used his other hand to tease her quickly swelling tits. He love-pinched her nipples, making them stick up like little pink erasers. The sight and feel of her maturing boobs made his cock stiffen even more!
Suddenly her tight, twitching little cunt began to suck against his prick. Her legs tried to close, but he held them locked apart with his knees, and all the while he massaged her bullet-shaped clitoris with merciless strokes of his finger.
"AAAAHHH," she whimpered, thrashing wildly as the pleasure seeped through her loins and concentrated itself between her legs. "OOOOHHH, DADDY! ARRRRGG! UUUNNNK!!"
He grinned down at the flushed, hot face and took her wet clit between his thumb and index finger, applying just enough pressure to bring her to a quick, sharp, delicious climax.
With a throaty rasp of joy she spasmed hard, then spasmed again and again, flooding the head of his dick with juices of rapture.
He forced his prick halfway into her surrendering pussy!
He felt the walls of her tight vagina give way to the powerful column of his cock. The inner lips of her cunt swelled and protruded, holding his penis tight, stopping him just short of breaking her maidenhead.
Joe could feel his balls tingling with the lust of a satyr. He knew that no pleasure on earth could possibly be as good as this-deflowering a virgin of fourteen with the kind of horse-sized prick he possessed!
"Ready, baby?" he whispered, raggedly.
She could only mumble a response before he tightened the sphincter muscles of his ass and drove his huge tool hair-deep into her hole!
Cindy gave a faint cream, then lay still.
His prick was in her all the way, his swollen balls pressed like big pears right against the crack of her butt. His dream had almost come true!
Almost, but not quite.
He waited as she adjusted to having her precious, most secret source filled with nine inches of muscular cock, and then he began to gently fuck her.
It almost amused him to hear her grunt each time he drove the head of his prick against her womb. They weren't the grunts of his innocent little daughter now, they were'the raw, salacious grunts of a female having her pussy teased into heaven!
The more he fucked her, the more submissive and elastic her tight cunt became. Soon he was half up on his knees, stroking his immoderately long and large cock all the way in to the balls and all the way out to the head.
The bed creaked with demented fury as he screwed faster and faster, his prick making slurping noises as it plowed.
He made her cum again and again, and each time she spasmed her heated slit frothed and bubbled over on his nuts.
"F-f-fuck me, daddy!" she hissed finally. "YES, FUUCCCK MEEEE!!"
Her impish lust turned him on even more, and when she crawled her trim, naked legs high up over his buttocks and began to beat her heels into his flesh he growled with lewd passion.
He was fucking her now with animal greed, rising and falling over her salacious thighs like an ape!
His incestuous cock had never been so bone hard, his blood so boiling hot!
He could feel his glans rubbing every inch of her clasping cunt, and the wanton way she panted and bucked her tasty hips brought him to the brink of his own searing orgasm.
"Give it to me!" she gasped. "HARDER! HARDER!!!"
The sperm began to dribble hotly from the tip of his pounding prick, and after a half dozen solidly thrust injections of his meat into hers, he shot.
His spunk boiled like lava into her juicing hot cunt, triggering a whole series of carnal spasms from her pussy. She seemed to be cumming even with her tits!
When he had finished and was lying breathing heavily on top of her, she pushed her lickerish young lips up to his ear and whispered a real valentine of love.
"Let's fuck like this every chance we get, daddy!"
CHAPTER NINE
When Joe woke up the next morning, it was to a very pleasant surprise.
Cindy was curled up down between his legs, casually licking his prick with the flat of her tongue. His cock was bolt upright, pointing straight up at the ceiling, stiff as stone.
He groaned huskily and wrapped both strong, hairy legs around the slender white shoulders of his little darling. He allowed her to taste every inch of his large tool, luxuriating in the salacious pleasure of it all.
They had spent half the night fucking, and when he had shot off his last salvo of smoking sperm into her frisky little cunt he had believed nothing in the world would ever get his prick hard again.
Obviously he had been wrong about that. All nine inches of his swollen penis towered up stiff and firm under the laving caresses of Cindy's talented young tongue. With her head twisting this way and that, she was gently lapping his cock as if it were a big lollipop!
He moved his legs a bit higher, shamelessly putting his spread-apart buttocks and large balls within reach of her mouth, just to see what the hell she might do.
To his sizzling delight Cindy bent her winsome little mouth down and licked crisply on each of his big love-bags. By pulling his erected prick up toward his navel with one hand, she was thus able to lift his testicles up well into position for a real bathing with her tongue.
He let her guzzle and suck for several long minutes on his balls, his cock throbbing and gorged, and then, with a mighty sigh of joy, he pushed her head away.
"Better .save some of that for this afternoon," he breathed, winking at her when she looked up with real disappointment.
"Please, daddy," she whispered, "please let me suck you until you cum. That was so much fun last night-what we did."
He knew what she was referring to. She meant the variation they had played when they finally tired of fucking. He had taught her how to sixty-nine, she had really grooved on having her spicy little pussy sucked while eating his big prick, and she had whispered to him later that she had cum the instant she felt his sperm gushering hotly into her mouth.
"You can suck me tonight," he said, casually.
He got out of bed, his cock wagging stiffly from side to side as he walked over to put on his shorts. He did want to fuck her, but he decided it might be better for both of them if they waited. It would give him something to think about all morning at the office.
"How about my not going to school today," Cindy suggested slyly, sitting up naked and cross-legged in the middle of his bed, her perky little tits sticking out in two directions, the nipples as large now as thumbs. "Then you could come home for lunch and we could fuck then."
He grinned. "Hey, honey, you're going to have to watch your language when your mom gets home. She could be here tomorrow."
Cindy made a petulant face. "I know. That's why I think we ought to fuck all day today. We can still find ways to do it when mom gets back, but it's more fun if we don't have to sneak around. I love just being in the house all alone with you."
"Yeah, but just remember to keep your hands to yourself when your mother gets back. She'd divorce me if she thought-"
"I wouldn't care! I'd marry you then, and we'd spend just hours and hours in bed fucking!"
On his way to the office, he shook his head at the way Cindy had suddenly been turned on to the world of sex. Jesus, he thought, maybe he had turned her on a little too fast.
But he was much too happy with the new daughter he had to worry about anything right now. Just the knowledge that the second he got home that afternoon she'd be waiting to let him do with her as he pleased was enough to make his heart beat like a drum.
"And I love the way she can suck," he whispered to his steering wheel, the corners of his mouth pulling back in a lusty, secret grin. "Hell, most guys spend their whole lives dreaming about getting their tools worked on by a rabbity little tongue like Cindy's, and I've got it from now on, any time I want it!"
He was still so happy when he got to work that he even forgot to eat out Rick's ass for trying to con him out of twenty bucks for the privilege of screwing Linda. Now he didn't even need a nympho like Linda, although he might take a little piece of that hot stuff if the right time came along again.
Rick seemed sullen all morning, as if something was gnawing at him. And finally, just before noon, his irritation spilled out.
"Uh-I guess Linda told you about that twenty bucks," Rick said, sheepishly.
"Forget it, Romeo. But just don't ever try to pull shit like that on me again."
"Oh, hell no, man. It's just that I needed a couple of bucks and you seemed like you wouldn't mind."
"Nobody likes to be conned."
'"Course not-and nobody likes to have his poontang cut off, either."
Joe glanced at his sullen young helper. "You got a problem?"
Rick frowned. "It's Linda. She's cut me off. Says she doesn't wanna fuck anybody but you."
Joe grinned, feeling his chest expand like a peacock. "You don't say? Looks like I'm not quite the weak-pricked old man you keep thinking I am.
"Shit, man, I gotta admit you got something a young girl like Linda digs."
"Nine inches, maybe?"
"Don't rub it in."
Joe shrugged. "Look, why don't you just trot your hot balls back over to that drive-in you were telling me about and pick yourself up another teenaged piece?"
Rick looked even more dismal than before. "Hell, Joe. I was mostly handing you a lot of crap about that. You can pick up some gals over there, but most of them are real sluts, real losers. Linda is the exception to the rule. She's got me going in goddamn circles."
Joe grinned. "Why, I do believe our cynical hero is in love."
"Bullshit, I just know a good fuck when I find one."
"So does Linda, pal. Sorry about that."
Nursing his injured ego, Rick made a mumbled remark about all the no-good young teenaged cunts in the world and went out of the office to get a cup of coffee.
Joe worked right through the noon hour, then about three in the afternoon he knocked off. He lied his head off to Rick, telling him he had this splitting headache and that he'd see him in the morning. Then he started for home-and the loving little snatch of his daughter.
On his way home, on impulse, Joe stopped at one of those adult magazine places, the kind with the windows blocked out, and he bought a couple of real good fuckbooks. One was called SUCK 'EM! and another was called CUMMIN' GOOD! The illustrations in the two porno magazines were enough to sizzle the hair on a saint.
He thought it would be fun to let Cindy look through the dirty pictures while he either sucked her slit or fucked her. He knew how hot, dirty photos could make a male, and he was curious to see if it would turn on Cindy just as much. Not that she needed too much stimulation. But something back in the really wicked part of his mind longed to see her heated up to the point of acting like a young whore with him.
When he got home he put the car in the garage and carried the dirty magazines into the house in his coat pocket.
"Hi, daddy," Cindy's voice called cheerfully to him from upstairs, "Come on up!"
He took his coat and tie off downstairs, then mounted the stairs with the pornography in his hand. He entered Cindy's room with a grin, and then stopped dead in his tracks.
Cindy had a friend with her. Sally Horton.
And they were both naked as young jaybirds.
He gulped, and stared at the two nymphets, trying not to be too entertained by those big tits of Sally's he had seen once through Cindy's keyhole.
"Come on in, daddy," Cindy breathed, teasingly, "and don't mind Sally being here. She wants fucked too!"
Joe couldn't believe his ears, but his brain damned sure gave him a quick, solid message.
"Christ, Cindy," he rasped, "what the hell is this? You promised you wouldn't-"
"Don't worry about it, Mr. Foster," Sally Horton purred, interrupting him with a flirting wink, "I wouldn't dream of telling anybody about anything, either. It's just that Cindy and I have never had any secrets from each other. And when she told me how, well, marvelous you were, I just had to be counted in on the deal."
Despite his misgivings, he could feel his randy cock beginning to stiffen in his pants.
"I-I don't know about this," he sputtered, his voice about as convincing as a paper pistol. "I could get into a helluva lot of trouble if-"
"Oh, daddy," Cindy chirped. "You worry too much. Sally and I aren't silly little idiots. Nobody is going to say a word about anything. We just want to have fun. You're a sweet daddy with a great big prick. You like to fuck young girls, and we want to be fucked."
Sally Horton gave him another lusty wink. "So what's the big hassle, Mr. Foster? Afraid you can't make it with two hot young girls at the same time?"
Something in the mocking way the little bitch tossed him that challenge made his fears fly out the window on wings of angry lust.
"Listen, baby doll," he heard himself sneering, "I could fuck Cindy fourteen ways from Memphis and still have enough hard-on to make you squeal."
Sally grinned. "You talk a good screwing, Mr. Foster, how are you in the sack?"
If anybody had told him a month ago that he would be standing in front of Cindy and Sally Horton, hearing them talk like a couple of Mexican whores, he'd have said they were nuts. But now he was hearing it, and the effect on his hormones was dynamite!
He began to horse out of his clothes!
"Attaboy," Sally laughed, slowly moving her lithe young legs apart and rubbing the furred slit between her legs, "I just wondered if you had the same kind of get-up-and-go my uncle has."
by the time he had his pants off he found himself confronted with two fourteen-year-old girls with their legs spread for him, their pussies gleaming hot and moist in readiness.
Talk about doubling your pleasure.
"Oh, wow," Sally whispered when she saw his prick come out of his shorts.
Cindy hummed softly at her friend: "Didn't I tell you daddy was hung like a horse?"
"I just hope he can fuck like one," Sally purred.
Joe's ears were blazing with the sluttish talk coming from the two girls. But their words were having just the effect they planned on him. His prick was rising up with rapid, jerking motions.
When he was naked as they were, his cock sticking like a thick staff out from between his legs, he surveyed the situation with an almost gloating pleasure.
Two cute, tight young pussies-and all his!
"Which one of you want to be fucked first?" he asked simply.
They had obviously discussed that technical problem in advance, because Cindy grinned at him with the kind of look that revealed both her youthfulness and her experience with the art of fornication.
"We want to play a little game, daddy," she breathed. "It's something Sally said she read about in a dirty book."
Only then did he remember the fuck magazines he had bought, but he knew he could save them for some later fun.
"What kind of game?" he demanded.
Sally spoke up. "In the book I read, they called it something like SLOW-POKE PUSSY."
"What the hell is that?"
"The way the characters in the book did it," Sally trilled, "was that the man stuck his prick into first one girl's cunt and then the other girl's. He only had one minute to do all the fucking he could, and then he had to pull it out and put it in the second pussy. Somebody does the timing."
Joe chuckled lustily, and his prick stiffened to an absolute obscene hardness and length just thinking of the prospect of a game like that!
"Who wins?" he asked numbly.
Cindy smiled. "Everybody, of course!"
"The real winner," Sally insisted, "is the girl who can make the guy go off while he's inside her, who can make him cum while he's fucking."
Cindy raised her hand, making her perky little tits bobble upward. "Only we decided to change the game a little bit, daddy. You won't do the fucking this time, Sally and I will!"
He grinned slackly. "Sounds better all the time How do you want to play this, girls?"
Sally had the answer to that. "Hey, Mr. Foster. You sit in the chair over there, and Cindy and I will do the rest."
He wasn't about to argue with them!
He took his place in the soft chair in one corner of Cindy's room. When he was comfortably seated, he spraddled his hairy thighs apart so that his formidable prick stuck straight up between his legs.
He was ready for any goddamned fucking game they could dream up!
Cindy was first, somehow assuming that she had the right to be since it was her daddy's cock and her own chair.
She came into his lap, swinging her leg high up over his groin and grasping his prick with both hands. As she settled down over him, her pussy opened like a whiskery, warm mouth and took his whole prick in one squishy gulp.
When she had his penis horsed up her cunt to the balls, she glanced around at Sally and said, "Say when!"
'Wow;!" Sally husked.
Cindy began to pump up and down on his iron-like cock as Sally counted out the slow seconds leading up to a full minute.
Joe groaned with pleasure as Cindy's wet young slit slid up and down the hard column of his cock. He could feel the lips of her cunt nipping and sucking as she fucked, and on each downward thrust the soft ringlets of her pubic hair touched teasingly against his firm balls.
"Time!" Sally called, grinning.
Cindy reluctantly disengaged her dripping pussy from the joystick she'd been so deliciously riding, and let Sally take her place.
Joe geared himself for the treat of a strange new trench, the one coyly hiding under the mossy film between Sally's legs. His prick throbbed passionately as she climbed aboard his thighs. And when her nimble fingers clasped his cock and guided the gleaming head between the folds of her horny twat, he grunted with deep lust.
Sally's pussy fitted around his prick like a glove, absorbing the strongly erected column of meat with the kind of pressure that would have made an adolescent male shoot his balls off in seconds.
But Joe was enjoying this game too much to end it.
"Fuck it, cowgirl!" he whispered, captivated by the swelling tits bouncing in front of him.
Sally began to screw him with the zest of a born nympho while Cindy loudly ticked off the seconds in the background. She bucked and pounded her cloying cunt with such deeply suctioning thrusts that Joe could feel the head of his cock ramming snugly up against her womb on the downward stabs.
"Jesus," he husked, reaching out and holding her by the waist, "you really know how to do it, baby!"
Sally closed her eyes and threw back her head, whamming away at his oversized prick with the mindless joy of a youthful whore. Her pussy was throbbing, constricting, dripping in response to the massaging friction of such a big hunk of meat.
"TIME!!"
"Oh, crap," Sally huffed.
Joe grinned and reached up to squeeze her mature tits. He tested their plumpness with his fingertips, then tweaked each ruby nipple. In response, Sally's vaginal muscles clasped his gorged cock and sent pressuring thrills through his loins.
"My turn," Cindy snapped, pushing Sally sideways off of Joe's lap.
Sally's sultry young pussy slurped very reluctantly off of the big stalk of meat which had been showing her such a good time, but Cindy lost no ground in taking her place.
Joe's blood pounded with fresh vigor as his daughter sheathed his glistening prick once more deeply between her legs, and began to fuck with rapid, greedy strokes.
For the next twenty minutes the game went on.
It drove Joe half crazy with lust!
by the time he was ready for his orgasm his cock had been ridden at least six different times by Sally and Cindy, and the head of it was purple with passion, and soaking wet from the expended juices of two of the hottest, tightest pussies in town!
"C'mon, somebody finish me off!" he groaned, helplessly.
The girls had another surprise in store for him, one that Rick Roberts or any male with sperm still left to spurt would have given their souls to experience.
They decided to make him cum with their mouths.
As he sat in the chair, legs spraddled, balls hanging low and hot, his prick throbbing and veined, both of the girls huddled between his thighs.
He felt first one fleeting tongue, then another. They licked and lapped with darting hunger from one side of his prick to the other. While one sucked teasingly on the head of his cock, the other tickled his balls with the point of her tongue. Then both of them joined in a constant, concentrated, consummate sucking of his whole tool.
"God, that feels good," he rasped, "do it like that ... yeah ... suck ... Suck! SUCK, GIRLS!!"
They gave him everything he wanted, even to the lewd fingering of his balls as they slurped, two hot young mouths, both trying to outdo the other in pleasuring the strapping big prick before them.
It lasted only a few wild minutes.
He shot his load, hurling hot globs of spunk several inches in the air as they lapped for it.
The last thing he saw before he closed his eyes in a coma of pure contentment was Sally Horton, trying to lick a thick glob of his sperm off the tip of her cute nose!
CHAPTER TEN
Joe and Cindy were in bed together the following morning when the phone jangled harshly out in the hall.
"I'll get it, daddy," Cindy purred, sleepily.
Joe slitted open his eyes just enough to see his daughter's smooth, nude young buttocks waggle as she walked out of the bedroom. The sight of her naked, quivering butt always produced a lewd throb in his cock, and this morning was no exception.
He decided that she was destined this morning for another long, delicious fuck before he went to the office. And he only wished that evil little mink, Sally Horton, was here to enjoy it with them.
He was thinking such sexy thoughts, enjoying the way his prick was stiffening between his legs, when Cindy popped her head in the bedroom with a terrified look on her face.
"Mom's on her way home! She'll be here in twenty minutes!"
"Oh, Jesus," Joe groaned, "why the hell didn't she-"
"She said she couldn't get the flight she wanted, so they put her on a midnight plane, and that was too late to call us."
"Okay, honey. Go muss up your bed, throw stuff around. Try to make it look like you've been sleeping there!"
Cindy went bounding off, then remembered that she had left her panties and bra in Joe's room, and came back.
"I wish mother would stay away forever," she said darkly.
"Wishing won't get you anywhere," Joe snapped. "C'mon, we've got a helluva lot of tidying up to do before Laura arrives."
Cindy watched her father fishing around under the chairs for telltale signs of her presence in the room over the past few days. He was naked, and she felt a hot surge of passion at the sight of his strong, hairy legs, his muscled chest and arms, the exciting curls of dark hair in his armpits. And she grooved most on the big prick swinging between his legs, her own daddy's cock that she had sucked and fucked with such joy while her mom was gone.
"Daddy? We'll still have fun?" she stammered, hopefully.
"Sure, baby. Sure. We'll just have to watch ourselves. Now where in hell did I put those two fuck magazines I bought yesterday."
"I let Sally take them home with her," Cindy said.
"You what? Christ, what if her parents-"
"Don't worry about that. Sally is too smart to get caught. She said she had a perfect place to hide them."
"I sure hope so."
"Sally likes you, too, daddy. She said she wanted you to fuck her as often as-"
"Cindy! For Christ's sake, your mother will be home in a couple of minutes, and you're standing there naked as sin talking about fucking like I'm some kind of sex machine!"
Cindy grinned. "You are, daddy. You sure seemed like one last night."
"Well, you can tell Sally Horton that the old machine is temporarily out-of-order as far as she's concerned. I can't play stud-hoss to every goddamned filly on the block."
"You mean you won't fuck Sally again?"
"That's exactly what it means. It's too crazy, too damned dangerous."
"Sally won't like that."
He gave a short, snorting laugh. "Tell Sally to go stick it. If she wants a piece of ass, let her fuck Billy Wilks."
He finally got Cindy out of his room, telling her to get some clothes on. Then he dressed himself and sprang downstairs to put the coffee pot on.
When Laura Foster finally arrived home, she was met at the door by exactly what she expected, her daughter and her husband, both smiling and affectionate. And if somebody had told her that only hours before the same two people had been wildly fucking, she'd have laughed out loud!
When Joe got to the office, Rick was waiting for him with a note.
"Linda called," Rick grinned, "and left you a message."
Joe took the folded paper and read the telephone number written on it.
"She wants you to call pronto," Rick said, winking.
The second Rick was out of the office, Joe called the number, hoping to hell it wasn't Linda's home he was calling.
"Yeah, whataya want?" a thick, male voice growled at him from the other end.
"Uh-I was asked to call this number."
After a pause, the voice growled again: "Is this Joe callin'?"
"Yes."
"Hold on."
He waited, and then Linda's whispy voice came purring on the line. "Hi, Joe, thanks for calling."
"Where the hell are you, Linda?"
"At the Windy Springs Motel."
"The where!?"
"It's a real neat place out on Sheridan Drive, way out at the far end of town."
"You mean where all those honky-tonk bars and cheap-"
"Uh-huh, one of my uncles runs the motel."
Uncle, my ass, Joe thought.
"Joe," Linda breathed, "could you come out here on your lunch break?"
"Are you out of your mind? I can't come to a motel at high noon just because you've got the hots or something."
"Yes, you can, Joe. This is the safest place in town. My uncle owns this place, and he certainly won't care."
"Look, Linda, I-"
"Joe, I'm just twitching all over for you. It's been two whole days since we had that nice time in the supply room, and as you know, most of the fun was on your side."
He did remember how nice she had been to blow him, and the memory of that hot, cunning little mouth of hers sucking the stiffness out of his prick wasn't something a guy was likely to forget soon.
"Baby, you know I'd like to satisfy you, but-"
"I'm in Room Six, Joe. Just park your car around in back. I give you my word that Uncle Todd won't care." She lowered her voice to a husky whisper. "I'll eat you again, Joe ... and you can fuck me any way you want to!"
He felt his damned cock growing stiff as lead in his pants.
"Honey, you sure make it hard on a guy," he said, not even realizing he had made a joke on himself!
"You'll come?" she purred back. "You're goddamn right I will."
When he left at noon, he told Rick he might be taking an extra long lunch break.
As usual, Rick was way ahead of him and gave him the sly smirk he deserved.
"Don't do anything with Linda I wouldn't do," Rick grinned.
"And just what wouldn't you do, Romeo?"
Rick grinned again. "I wouldn't fuck in a cactus patch."
Joe smiled. "Like hell you wouldn't!"
"Hey, old man. What if your wife calls. What the hell do you want me to tell her?"
"Tell her I'm on my lunch break. Just don't tell her what I'm eating."
Rick laughed out loud "Okay, comedian. Enjoy your meal!"
He had to drive almost thirty minutes to get over to Sheridan Road and then to the end of it. He passed one cheap hotel and bar after another until he finally came to the one with the name of Windy Springs. And it was about as rundown and grubby as motels can get, obviously the kind of place most people would look for when they wanted a one-night stand. Maybe even the kind of dump that rents by the hour!
He parked his car behind, where Linda had suggested, and then he walked quickly around to Room Six. He rapped on the door, and Linda immediately opened it.
She was dressed in a shortie silk robe and naked as the day she was born beneath it.
"Hi, Joe," she hummed.
Before he could even answer, she had the door shut and double locked.
She turned back to him and let the robe fall from her shoulders. Her nude, teenaged body gleamed white and tempting before him. There was something extra-special about seeing her in a cheap motel like this, Joe thought. Something that added the spice of vulgarity to her forbidden fruit!
Joe let his eyes gravitate from the twin peaks of her luscious, firm young tits to the softly tufted hairs covering her pussy. Right on cue, his cock twitched eagerly in his shorts.
"Let's fuck, baby," he breathed.
He started to unbuckle his pants, but to his surprise Linda stopped him.
"Joe, I didn't want to tell you over the phone, but there's something-kind of crazy I want you to do."
"Name it, baby."
"Would you mind watching me fuck Uncle Todd?"
He couldn't believe his ears, but finally did find his voice. "What the hell for?"
Linda smiled, "Don't get mad, Joe. I just do it for my uncle because he's been so nice to me. He buys me things and takes me on trips. He's been doing it since I was twelve, and mom and dad think he's wonderful, too."
"Has he been fucking you since you were twelve, too?"
Linda flushed, but he knew by the wicked twinkle in her sensuous brown eyes that he had uncovered nothing but the truth.
"Uncle Todd and I have had fun for a long time," she breathed. "I like to do things for him, and I only found out a few months ago that he likes for some stranger to watch him while he has sex."
Joe frowned. "Baby, I don't really mind if you uncle wants to screw you, but I don't relish the idea of sitting around watching."
"You don't have to be in the same room, Joe," she promised. "See that picture on the wall over there. There's a hole behind it. Uncle Todd and I will be in the next room. All you have to do is watch. Uncle Todd doesn't even want to meet you. I think it just excites him to have some man watch him while he does it."
Joe grinned. "Different strokes for different folks, eh?"
"Exactly, Joe. Will you do it?"
"Hell, why not? But only on one condition."
"What's that?"
"That you save some of that good pussy for me.
As she climbed back into her robe, Joe lit a cigarette and stripped down to his shorts.
"Just peek through the hole," Linda whispered, right before she went out the door.
He locked the motel door behind her, then strolled over and took the badly painted picture down off the thin wall.
He put one eye up to the hole just in time to see a large, hairy guy-buck naked-opening the door to let Linda in. When the man turned around, Joe could see that he was bald and about fifty. He had hair all over him, even on his powerful shoulders, and beneath his pot-belly was a great mane of dark pubic hair, out of which swung one of the biggest pricks Joe had ever seen. It was one of those whopper cocks, uncircumcised and heavily veined, and it rested atop two large, very hairy balls.
The idea that the old, perverted sonofabitch was going to fuck such a beautiful, delicate young girl as Linda both turned him off and turned him on!
He watched Linda take off her robe and kneel in front of her uncle. She assumed exactly the same position she had in front of him that day in the supply room. A prick-sucking stance!
Joe's eyes bulged a bit as he watched through the sneak-hole in the wall the thing which happened next.
Linda took the big cylinder of soft meat in her small, white fingers and held the cowled end of it up to her lips. From where Joe was watching, it looked as if she might be holding a sleeping snake, a fat nine or ten inches of lax flesh.
Ovaling her pretty lips over the monster in her hands, Linda began to gently suck just the head of it.
Joe felt his own cock stiffening by the seconds as he watched the incredibly lewd performance in the next room.
It beat anything he had seen in a fuck magazine!
As Linda nibbled and tongued the tip of the long, hairy prick it started to swell and grow fat. It seemed to push out the girlish fingers holding it, growing finally into a huge pipe of solidly erected meat.
The stiffer and longer the prick grew, the more Linda seemed to enjoy siffoning more of it into her mouth. The grossly oversized penis bloated out her cheeks, but she rode it with real pleasure and greed.
Joe could see how the man's brutally distended cock glistened wetly every time the girl pulled back her lips.
"Jesus," Joe whispered to himself, "where the hell is she putting that big bone!"
The longer Linda sucked on the large prick, the stiffer it seemed to grow, and when she finally pulled her lips away it was sticking out from under the protruding beer belly like a wet braunschweiger!
All that cocksucking was obviously just the prelude to the fucking the two of them intended to do.
Joe couldn't resist the throbbing hardness of his own tool as he watched Linda lie back on the cheap motel bed and open her wanton young legs to receive the guy's immense rod. With a throaty moan, Joe fished his prick out of his shorts and began to slowly jack off, keeping his eye glued to the hole in order to miss nothing next door!
The bald uncle came between Linda's slender legs and pushed the head of his cock into the tender snatch he had probably enjoyed a thousand times before. But no matter how many times he had fucked that cute slit, it also probably never found it easy to take him.
To facilitate things, Linda put her fingertips down to her cunt and spread the breach open.
Joe got one wild glimpse of Linda's pussy stretched wide. Wine-dark and wet-and obviously very hot-her twat seemed to open like a whiskery little mouth, begging for the big prick aimed stiffly towards it.
The man held the base of his super-sized penis with one meaty hand, then forced the head of it stubbornly between the sappy folds of the girl's cunt.
Joe watched the huge cock force its way inch by inch into that tight, delicious hole.
He had never witnessed anything more erotic than this in his life!
It was like watching an giant, ugly toad fucking Snow White!
When the enormous pole of meat was crammed out of sight into the sucking gap between Linda's legs, she lay back with a slack grin of pleasure on her face. She had taken every inch up into her womb, and no doubt her excitable young pussy was throbbing with ecstasy!
Then the hairy old bastard began to fuck his niece.
Joe had a good angle from which to watch the whole damned thing. The man was in a half-standing, half-crouching position. He had both his hands cupped under Linda's lifted buttocks, and each time he thrust his sizeable prick up her pouting cunt he pulled her thighs deep in toward his own.
There was something so stimulating about seeing a real Beauty and the Beast in operation that Joe just couldn't stop fist-fucking his cock!
Her Uncle Todd's great penis oiled very crudely in and out of the surrendering pussy, usually ramming so deep up between her legs that his great shag of pubic hair completely covered her cunt. As for Linda's enjoyment of such brutal fucking, there was little left to doubt.
From the first time her uncle drove his prod into place, her cheeks had begun to grow pink with pleasure. Now, with the fucking going hot and heavy, her whole body seemed to be turning a rosy, heated color. She had her mouth partly open, and when his big prick gave her a particularly thrilling sensation, she would throw back her head and let her girlish tongue wag wetly out.
The fucking went on for a fell twenty minutes before the old bull could get his rocks off.
But Linda had juiced and spasmed almost continually. And despite the fact that her hair--rimmed cunt lips were stretched to capacity, a steady stream of dripping hotness exuded from the enchanting oval. Joe could see the spunky liquids of her lust running down the sides of her legs and into the crack of her ass.
Finally, her uncle tensed, fucking her with faster, harder thrusts.
Such strokes from a prick the size of his would have made most young girls faint in agony. But not Linda. The harder he pounded her hungry gap, the more she seemed to like it!
Joe could see the girl whispering things to her uncle, grinning up at him as she moved her thighs in a sensuous counterpoint to his solid stroking. And quite obviously whatever it was she was saying to him was pouring fuel on his already roaring lusts.
He began to bore his huge cock into her like an animal.
It took only a few minutes of that kind of all-out fucking to bring the uncle's nuts off, and right before he reached his climax he reached down and took Linda's firm young tits in his hands.
Then he spasmed like a bull elephant!
Joe watched as Linda's pussy seemed to bloat out with each violent squirt of her uncle's sperm!
Almost at the same time the hairy old fart he was watching got his kicks, Joe got his. Since he had been steadily jacking off as he watched the debauchery in the next room, he found an easy triggering for his own orgasm in the sight of Linda's cunt filling up with hot jism.
He shot his wad with frantic jerks of his fist, and his boiling sperm hit with ugly splats against the motel wall, and dripped down in slow, creamy trails.
He allowed himself one final glance through the hole in the wall, and he was glad he did.
He looked just in time to see the enormously swollen prick of her uncle being pulled out of her slack-lipped, satisfied young pussy. It came out gleaming with the sticky gushering of his own juice and the mixed nectar of Linda's heated hole.
Joe saw her empty, stretched cunt dripping like a leaky faucet as her uncle dropped to his own hairy knees and glued his mouth snugly up against her sex.
For several long minutes the bald-headed old satyr sucked the humid hotness of the young girl's freshly violated slit, pulling his lips back only long enough to lick her with his long, thick tongue before ramming it deeply in again.
Getting her pussy eaten put the final touches on Linda's erotic need, and Joe watched her wrap her slender legs tight around her uncle's head, holding him to his lusty task.
In a few minutes a dark flush came to the girl's face. She wriggled her trim little buttocks from side to side, then up and down as the constantly thrilling movements of the hungry tongue far up her pussy brought her once more to the brink of yet another climax.
Joe heard her produce a series of soft, throaty moans as one spasm triggered another.
She stuck both her legs out in the air as far as she could, and her uncle buried his lecherous face almost out of sight in the trough of her thighs, sucking her wildly as she creamed.
Just watching such maddeningly erotic stuff drove a fresh stiffness into Joe's prick, and when Linda finally came back to Room Six, he was ready for her.
Before she could even speak he threw her down on the creaky old motel bed and fucked her like a horse!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Hiding his secret affair with Cindy was easier than Joe had imagined.
Even during those times when Cindy would bend over his chair and crush her lips against the side of his jaw, or tickle his ear with her finger didn't seem to raise a wave of suspicion with Laura.
"You and Cindy must have got along just fine while I was gone," Laura commented once, looking up from her sewing after Cindy had given Joe a particularly warm hug.
"Yeah, fine," Joe admitted, casually.
"Girls always do seem to get along better with their fathers," his wife noted, innocently. "I think I read that someplace."
Joe smiled inwardly, wondering if the article Laura had read also said anything about how much daughters could learn to like fucking their fathers!
But despite the fact that Laura had no glimmer of the real relationship which had developed, Joe and Cindy had to maneuver like hell to get any kind of enjoyment out of their new freedom. Once, while Laura was working out in the flower bed in front of the house, Cindy went so far as to unzip Joe's pants and give him a long, delicious blow job while he stood in the kitchen with his ears peeled for any sound of his wife coming in the front door.
There had been something extra erotic and exciting about having his big prick sucked off in such an improbable place as the kitchen-and at such a dangerous time. But both he and Cindy had relished the experience. In fact, his cock had swollen up so hard and hot in her greedy young mouth that in only a minute or so he was blowing hot spunk madly down her throat!
He remembered how lovingly Cindy had then licked his strong penis, even squeezing it to take the last good drop or so of prized sperm onto her tongue.
Then one afternoon he had managed a fast fuck while Laura was talking on the phone downstairs to one of her friends. Laura was always good for fifteen or twenty minutes once she got into one of her marathon gossip sessions. It was the kind of opportunity both he and Cindy had been waiting for, and the second Laura picked up the phone he had Cindy's panties down and was poking his furiously horny cock solidly up into her cunt from behind. He would never forget how good that screw had been, with Cindy bending over with her arms and head resting on an upstairs table while he dog-fucked her from behind with deep, powerful strokes.
He had made Cindy cum three times that afternoon before filling her clutching little cunt with a savagely hot discharge from his balls. Good stuff, all of it!
It all promised to be a wicked, successful little game that could go on forever-until the day he got the phone call from Rick.
The call came on a Sunday afternoon while he was down in his workshop. Cindy and Laura had gone to some kind of music recital at the high school, so he was fortunately alone when the call came.
"Hey, old man," Rick's arrogant young voice drawled over the phone, "I want you to come over to the apartment. Got somebody over here who wants to meet you."
"Look, Rick, if you've fixed me up with Linda again-"
"Naw, man. This chick is better than Linda. Besides, didn't you know? Linda's folks caught her out in that motel with her uncle, and they sent the silly little bitch off to live with her grandmother back East."
Joe was glad to hear that!
"The gal I want you to fuck is Sally Horton," Rick said, casually.
Joe had trouble finding his voice. "Sally Horton! How the hell did you-?"
"Hello, Mr. Foster," Sally's voice said, breaking in over Rick's breathy presence on the phone. "What Rick said is true. I want you to come over here and show me a good time."
"Sorry, Sally. No can do."
"I don't like no for an answer, Mr. Foster." His first impulse was to say, Tough shit, baby, but he thought better of it. There was something he didn't like about the casual tone of Sally Horton, as if she knew something he didn't. And now he found himself wondering why the hell he had ever screwed her in the first place.
"Didn't Cindy tell you that-uh-what we did that afternoon over here was just a mistake."
Sally chuckled softly. "That was no mistake, Mr. Foster. That was good-time fucking, and I want some more of it."
"Sorry, maybe Rick has what you want."
"Oh, he does, and I've already had plenty of it. But I keep remembering that big talent of yours, too."
Joe took an uncertain breath. "How did you know about Rick?"
"A little bird told me."
"What bird, damnit."
"I'm the bird, pops. Remember me?"
It was the voice of Billy Wilks on the phone now!
"What the hell is this?" Joe stammered.
"What it is, you fucking old hypocrite, is something everybody on our block would be very interested in knowing about. How you've been fucking and sucking your own daughter's hot little cunt, and how you gave me that goddamn song and dance down in your basement about staying away from her. Now I know why."
"Listen, you dumb little bastard-"
"Nasty, nasty," Billy interrupted, laughing mockingly. "No, you listen to me, you big stud. Old Sally and me both want something from you. She wants your horse-cock to ride on, and I want to get some of what you've been hoarding all to yourself. Cindy's pussy."
"You can both go to-"
"Yeah, I know. Hell. But in the meantime, gramps, you'll go to jail. You know what the price of fucking your own daughter is in this state?"
"You don't know a damn thing about me and Cindy."
"No, but Sally does, and the only thing that will keep her quiet is about nine inches from you anytime she wants it."
Joe could feel his heart pounding against his ribs. He hated both of the teenaged monsters-and Rick Roberts, to boot.
But he also knew they had him by the balls-literally and figuratively!
"W-what do you want me to do?" he asked, meekly.
"For openers, hero," Billy said, "you can get your ass over here to Rick's place right now. She wants all three of us to show her how much fun a gang-bang can be. And then we'll talk about Cindy and me."
He was in a hot sweat when he finally hung up the phone, but he lost damned little time in heading for Rick's apartment.
When he reached Rick's place, the first thing he asked for was a drink.
Billy Wilks and Sally were both on Rick's big sofa when he arrived, and both of them were naked as sin. It was obvious that they had been making out for some time because Sally's oversized young tits were swollen and pointing, the nipples strongly erected and pink. As for Billy, he had one leg curled high up over Sally's thigh, and his substantial teenaged prick was half-hard, as if the girl had either been teasing it with her fingers or sucking on it with her mouth.
"Hi, Mr. Foster," Sally grinned, "glad you could come over."
"Just hope he can cum," Billy added sarcastically.
Rick looked a bit embarrassed at the position he had put Joe in, but since his own morals were about as elevated as an alley cat's at midnight, he didn't bother to apologize.
Rick was naked himself except for one of those jock-type bathing suits popular with French males. His large prick was out-lined crudely and prominently, making Joe wonder if the bastard had already fucked Sally a couple of times himself.
He made Joe a strong drink, then grinned as Joe downed almost all of it in one gulp.
"Hey, man, don't get so drunk you can't get it up for the little lady. Hell, she's been filling my ear for a week about how good a lay you are. Boy, whatever you've got, you oughta bottle it and sell it to little dicks like Billy over there."
"Fuck you," Billy said, grinning.
Joe watched as Billy put his hand down between Sally's legs and rubbed her soft, young pussy as if he owned it. Sally only smiled and let her fingertips run along the back of the boy who was pawing her. When Billy lay back again on the sofa his prick was up as hard as granite.
Despite his recent irritation, Joe felt himself being drawn into the erotic atmosphere in Rick's apartment with a helpless and growing lust. After all, he told himself, he'd been invited over here for the sole purpose of satisfying-or helping to satisfy-the insatiable pussy of a fourteen-year-old girl who obviously had the hots for him. And that wasn't exactly like being sentenced for life to Siberia!
"Why don't you horse out of your clothes," Rick suggested boldly. "Hell, we might as well get this show on the road."
"About time," Billy groaned. "I've been sitting here horny as a goddamn wart-hog."
Joe had to smile. "You mean you two studs haven't warmed Sally here up for me?"
"Hell," Rick breathed, "she wanted to wait until all three of us could work on her at the same time."
"I've got your fucking itch hanging right here," Billy joked, grabbing his firm balls with one hand and pointing at his prick with his other hand.
While the talk rambled on, with Sally and Billy both trying to outdo each other with dirty remarks, Joe casually climbed out of his clothes. By the time he got his shorts off, his mature cock was about two-thirds hard, and he smiled when he noticed how hungrily Sally was staring at it.
Rick hooked his thumbs into his swim suit and stripped quickly out of it. His prick rose very quickly into a solid pole of hard flesh.
"What do we do," Joe asked, "draw straws?"
"That's up to the little lady," Rick grinned. "What's your pleasure, honey? Wanna suck us or fuck us, first?"
It didn't take long for Sally Horton to show them just how much thought she had given to having an opportunity like this-something most fourteen-year-old nymphos only dream about!
She had Rick bring out one of the straight-backed breakfast chairs. She sat in it with both her legs drawn up and open so that the heels of her feet were lodged just under her buttocks and her pussy pooching out a few inches over the edge. She directed Billy to get on his hands and knees in front of her so that he could suck her cunt, and then she told Joe and Rick to stand on either side of her and stick their hard pricks up within inches of her mouth.
The very thought of a girl her age wanting to savor two big prods at the same time, and while she was having her pussy licked, made Joe and Rick grow savage with male pride and lust.
They willingly did as she said, standing so close to her that their legs touched the sides of the chair, and both offered her their swollen, throbbing cocks to eat.
As for Billy Wilks, he was very pleased with the role he had been assigned. He quickly got into position and glued his ambitious young lips to the inviting slit before him. It was obvious that what he lacked in experience in eating pussy, he was going to make up in energy. Almost at once, the room was filled with the slurping, sucking sounds his bold tongue was making between the relaxed folds of Sally's cunt.
Then Sally went to her joyous work.
She moved her head from side to side, licking first on Joe's stoutly erected penis, then giving Rick's equally hard tool its share of feathery, wet tonguing. The more she lapped on their lusty meat, the more excited they got.
She would toy teasingly on just the head of one cock, worming her tongue slowly, languidly until the big rod would throb uncontrollably upward. Then she would grin like an evil little imp and concentrate on the other long, fat prick.
She kept this kind of game up for a full ten minutes, while all the time Billy slobbered happily away between her legs.
Joe could have taken another hour of that kind of fun. His older, lustier tool might have stayed stiff forever under the minnowing strokes of Sally's clever tongue, but Rick was a different can of worms.
He wanted sucked off.
"C'mon, baby," Rick pleaded, finally, his breath coming in short, hot pants, "let's see you really get after that big pecker of mine. Suck on it! SUCK IT!!"
In answer to his need, Sally merely put the tip-end of her tongue under the bursting glans of Rick's cock and moved it lightly back and forth.
The teasing drove Rick wild.
"Goddamnit, SUCK IT, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!"
With a wide grin, Sally reached up and grasped both the large pricks lightly in her fingers. Then she pulled them both into the oval of her mouth, so close that the two glans touched like cooking apples.
Then she began to lick at them with the flat of her tongue, at the same time applying teasing pressure with her fingertips to the gorged columns.
"Oh, Jesus!" Rick groaned, his voice a croak of passion. "I can't stand much more of that! Lick it, baby! Lick the SHIT out of that thing!"
Only a few more lewd strokes of her tongue and Rick gasped loudly, his horny cock growing rigid as stone. Then he shot his sperm like a pistol, spurting the hot globs of cream violently against her lips, tongue, chin, face!
Sally made kittenish, pleased sounds as the hot spunk flooded from Rick's rod, and she gave several greedy swipes just on the slit at the tip of his cock and was rewarded by one or two late spurts of sperm.
Then she went to work on Joe's hard-on.
She was starving for his meat, and the way she began to devour his delighted prick with deep-sucking strokes of her mouth and throat brought him quickly to terms. He timed his climax to when she had his cock as far down her gullet as she could cram it, then he let his balls explode with thrilling release.
His juice bolted like boiling gravy down her throat, making her choke and gag. But she swallowed it all, sucking and licking his gleaming prick with the devotion of a sex slave.
Only when she had satisfied both of their big tools did she reach down and pull Billy Wilks away from her dripping cunt by his hair.
"Aw, lemme eat it some more," Billy groaned. "I was just getting to the good part!"
"Fuck me instead, dummy," Sally purred.
Billy was certainly ready for that service. His adolescent cock was sticking out from between his legs like a hammer!
Rick and Joe watched in silence as Sally wrapped her legs around the boy's naked buttocks and allowed him to shove his hard prick into her to the balls.
Joe had forgotten how exciting it is to be a boy Billy's age getting a piece of willing, enthusiastic pussy. But he got a refresher course in the next five minutes. He watched Billy Wilks pump his lusty young butt with every ounce of strength he had, plowing his stiff cock balls-deep into the girl's cunt with each and every thrust. He seemed to be fucking like a young, wild animal. His mouth was open and his tongue was clenched in his teeth as he pumped-pumped-pumped the deliciously hot hole between Sally's legs.
Sally enjoyed it almost as much as Billy, and when she felt his fiery prick throb and spurt its boyish vigor deep into her slit, she sighed and spasmed to meet him.
After Billy fucked her, it was Rick's turn. With his larger, longer, wider cock, and with her pussy well lubed with Billy's molten spunk, he easily rode all the way up to her womb on the first thrust. His prick made a clucking sound as he rhythmically pounded her ripe young twat.
Getting screwed twice in less than ten minutes brought out the deepest, most prurient lust in Sally's nature. Her cheeks deepened to a coral color, and as the excitement of Rick's big dick began to work her pussy into a froth, she reached out and grasped his buttocks with both her hands. She dug her fingernails deep into his firm ass, as if trying to make him thrust his cock clear out her rectum!
"Fuck me!" she gasped, her voice a monotone of lust. "Fuck! FUCK! FUUUCCCKK!!"
Hearing and watching that kind of fornicating turned Joe's prick solid again. He knew he was next in line to fuck that witchy little snatch, and he intended to please her right to her evil toes.
Rick got his balls off in record time, shooting one throbbing glut of sperm into her dewy cunt after another. When he pulled his swollen, wet cock from the pouting lips of her pussy it came out with a slopping sound. And as he turned away, both Billy and Joe saw how the outer lips of her sex protruded, thick and hot, dripping slowly with Rick's sperm. Joe was next.
He took his time with her, giving her the same kind of sadistic treatment she had given him and Rick when she licked their two cocks. He didn't hurry. When she wanted him to go faster, he slowed down. When she seemed to be begging for deep, slow strokes from his big prick, he gave her instead rapid, crude thrusts that left her gasping for breath.
It was a cruel but pleasurable game, and both Rick and Billy enjoyed watching it. They even made dirty jokes about her, taking turns squeezing her tits and sucking them.
After fifteen minutes of fucking her, Joe had succeeded in turning the cynical young Sally Horton into a quivering mass of erotic jelly.
She no longer made coherent sounds. She moaned, mumbled, croaked out syllables and thrashed under him like a tender virgin getting fucked by a bull.
He mouth panted open and her tongue wagged wetly from side to side, an invitation which Billy Wilks was loathe to pass up. He took advantage of Sally's overheated ovaries to shove his six inches of boyish prick down her throat. Then, as Joe continued to brutally fuck her, Billy put both hands behind her head and had sexual intercourse with her throat!
The orgy lasted for a long time. Even Rick got further into the act by rubbing his prick over her tits until it was up stiffer than ever. Then he made a little joke by trying to put his big cock into her ear.
Joe and Billy more or less climaxed at the same time, but Joe kept his huge dick horsed up her distorted cunt until Rick had jacked off and let his hot sperm shoot over her tits.
Then they left Miss Sally Horton sprawled in the chair, her legs apart, her pussy and mouth and tits all dripping with male seed.
They had given her, in short, exactly what she'd wanted.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Laura Foster took one last look at her stack of closed suitcases, then drew on her gloves.
"Well, dear, I guess I'll be off as soon as the taxi gets here."
Joe was standing at the door with her, Cindy by his side. "I could have driven you, honey," Joe said, earnestly.
"No need for that. I seem to have a jinx for catching flights at strange times. I don't want you to be late for work-or Cindy late for school. It's only a dollar or two by taxi to the airport."
Joe took a small breath, "Uh-how long do you think you'll be gone this time, sweetheart."
Laura sighed "I have no idea, Joe. It could be two weeks, or even a month. The doctors say mother's condition is one that could well last many weeks."
Joe felt a deep, ribboning surge of pleasure go through his groin at the good news!
"You sure you and Cindy will be all right?"
Joe smiled. "We got along fine the last time, didn't we, Cindy?"
Cindy grinned, her pretty blue eyes sparkling. "We got along just fine, daddy."
"She's my girl," Joe said simply.
After a few more minutes of chatter they heard the beep of the taxi.
"Must go," Laura breathed, turning to hug and kiss her husband and daughter.
They dutifully walked out to the taxi with her, and Joe helped put the bags in the cab. Then they stood, he and Cindy, arm in arm to wave goodbye to her.
They watched the taxi disappear at the end of the block, then Joe felt the urgent pressure of his daughter's arm against his.
"You're not really going to work this morning, I hope," Cindy whispered as they strolled back to the house.
Joe grinned. "I was just thinking, baby. Maybe if you took today off from school, I might manage to take today off from work."
"Could we call Billy and Sally and Rick," Cindy suggested, a vague need coloring her words. "Maybe we could have a party this afternoon."
"No reason not to," Joe said.
They reached the house, and Joe locked the door behind them. The mention of the other three people in what had become over the past few weeks their secret sex ring made Joe's mind warm to erotic thoughts.
He would never forget the first time he had watched Billy Wilks and Rick Roberts fuck his daughter. It had been another Sunday afternoon, like the one when Sally Horton had blackmailed him into fucking her. He had told Laura that he and Cindy were going to take a drive out to the state park, knowing all along that his wife wouldn't want to go because of a headache she was nursing. Then, instead of taking an innocent little drive in the country Joe had taken Cindy over to Rick's place.
He hadn't known how Cindy might react to being offered up as a sacrificial cunt to the lusts of three males, but she had delighted him by taking wild pleasure in it.
He could still see in his mind how flushed with carnal joy Cindy's face had looked when Rick first drove his big prick solidly up her slit and began pumping her full of pleasure. And then the sight of his Cindy on her hands and knees, sucking Billy Wilks' horny young peter until it was spurting her wanton mouth brimming full of cum!
After that afternoon, he had no more fears about what Cindy would or would not do!
"C'mon, daddy," Cindy purred, lacing her fingers into his the second the door was locked, "let's go upstairs and have some fun."
Joe grinned slackly. "You mean you don't want to wait for the others?"
"I can't wait!"
That was what he liked to hear!
They went upstairs together. By the time, they reached her room, Cindy had already unzipped Joe's pants and had his prick stone hard. It was sticking out of his fly like a club.
"What do we do this time?" Joe asked, grinning.
Cindy had that all figured out. "Piggy-back," she crooned.
It was their own little term for something Joe had taught her when just regular fucking had grown somewhat boring. It was nothing more than what Joe had called "jumping the chute!" when he was a boy. Or what is most commonly called getting fucked in the ass!"
Cindy had discovered she loved being corn-holed, and she had let Billy and Rick do it to her many times. But it was her daddy's huge prick that could really turn her on that way.
Without mincing any words, they both tore out of their clothes, and Cindy positioned herself on the bed. She assumed a stance on her hands and knees, with her buttocks stuck out well over the side of the bed.
Joe's lecherous cock throbbed once or twice as he examined the beautiful young butt he was about to screw.
He pulled her legs a bit further apart, being careful to observe how her moist and hot little pussy came puckering open. He slipped three fingers into the yielding lips of her cunt and brought them out slippery with her juices. Then he casually inched the same three fingers deep into her pliant asshole, working them back and forth to get her budding anus lubricated enough to accommodate his nine stiff inches.
When he felt that her rectum was ready, he pulled his fingers out with a lurid plopping sound.
"Ready for your piggy-back ride?" he asked huskily.
Cindy turned her head around at him like a hot mare. Her face was flushed with pleasure already. "Yes, daddy, and fuck me really good this morning. We didn't get to do anything at all yesterday!"
He grinned. "don't worry, baby. We'll damn sure make up for it while your mom is gone!"
With that salacious promise riding the air, Joe grasped the base of his brutally stiff cock and guided it into the small chasm between the cheeks of his daughter's ass. It took several minutes for him to horse every inch into her butt. Much grunting and gasping, and one or two brief squeals of pleasured agony from Cindy. But he got it in!
When he was connected to her right, he glanced over into her bureau mirror. They were both reflected there, and the sight was one that made Joe's oversized prick stiffen even more in the hot, constricted tunnel of his daughter's ass. There he was, a healthy adult male of thirty-five, buck naked, his loins glued close to the lifted, small buttocks of his own daughter, with almost ten inches of steel-hard cock crammed with devilish greed up her rear!
Then, shamelessly, he began to lazily fuck her.
"OOoooooohhhh," Cindy whimpered, her face buried in the bedsheet, "AAAHHHhhhhhh...!"
He could feel her sphincter muscles constricting each time he horsed his big prick home. The friction, the tightness, the massaging hotness of her asshole clutching his peter sent one lewd thrill through him after another.
"You like it this way, honey?" he whispered, bending low over her back and continuing to pump with mindless need.
For an answer, Cindy managed to reach back under her own body and find his warm balls with both her hands. As he screwed her scupper, she played gently with his nuts, heating him up to the point of madness.
Now his cock was making ugly slurping noises as it pounded deeper and deeper into her bowels. He could feel the enlarged head of his dick rubbing up against the very end of her anal canal, and that stimulated him to fuck her even better!
Without once breaking the delicious monotony of his strokes, he slid his hand down between her legs to play with her pussy. He found it stretched wide open, drizzling juices. He fingered it, petted it, twiddled it until he had almost half of his hand pushed up between the humid lips. Then he fist-fucked her!
Cindy moaned between clenched teeth! The powerful spasms of pleasure began to roll through her loins like balls of fire!
"OOOOOHHHH! YES! YES! YES!! EEEEEOOOOoooww!!"
His pleasure increased as he made her melt with lust.
He rose on the balls of his feet, tensing every muscle in his strong buttocks for the final assuaging attack on her nervous system.
For the next few seconds he literally fucked her like a powerful stallion, treating her lust-maddened asshole to an endless ramrodding with his huge cock.
She climaxed four times, each one more powerfully thrilling than the one before it. Her cunt literally poured juice over his hand!
His time had come, too. With a harsh growl of vicious joy, he funneled his cock so deep into her anus that some of his pubic hair matted between the cheeks of her butt.
And in that favorable position, he unleashed his balls. Bolting gluts of smoking sperm filled her defenseless asshole to the brim as he buggered her half to death!
It was some time before he could even pull his prick out of her, as swollen and lustful as it had become during their so-called piggy ride. But finally he managed it, and the big column of glistening meat made a sluggish plopping sound as it left her body.
Cindy lay on the bed panting with joy. She still had her buttocks lifted. Her asshole and pussy both streamed with juices, both still throbbed from the intensely exciting ravishment.
Joe wiped his large penis off, then walked around to the other side of the bed. He reached down and lifted Cindy's face up to his moderately long and veined tool. "Suck me, baby," he demanded. And like the dutiful young daughter she had become, she closed her mouth willingly over the head of his prick, and sucked.
Joe closed his eyes, as if in a dream, as his fourteen-year-old daughter sucked and pumped her wet, red lips over his hard, tingling cock.
