Today's suburbanites seemingly maintain a middle-class, stable outlook which in reality masks the turmoil existing behind drawn blinds.
There is alcoholism, promiscuous sex for the adult and teenager alike, and, for some, the break-up of marital relationships and entire families as a result of wife-swapping and, occasionally, incestuous liaisons. The children observe their parents' so called "mature" lifestyles. The mark is made: the effect lasts a lifetime.
This is the story of a young girl and her father. Leading normal, quiet lives, what happens to them is a startling revelation of how events can alter personalities, how fate plays with us all.
Business as usual is the daily norm. But is it? Not for this family. Outwardly yes, inwardly no.
DADDY'S EAGER DAUGHTER- novel with a lesson for the unaware in our changing society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Susan Lawrence was aching to stick her hand down her pants and bring some relief to her hot, aching clit. She had been staring at a photograph of her father for nearly an hour, and had grown so excited that she'd thoroughly wet her panties with thick, musky cunt cream.
This had been a ritual with her every night for the past year. Just before going to bed, she would look at the picture of her father, which was on the bureau by her bed, and imagine him gently undressing her, complimenting her on her beautiful young body as he peeled away each layer of clothing. Then he would press his mouth to her big tits and suck at the nipples while slowly, slowly, he fucked his big throbbing cock into her hot little cunt. Keeping this vision in her mind, Susan would always end up jacking off to a marvelous climax, and only then would she be able to go to sleep.
But here she" was, on a bus late at night, 300 miles from Summerville, with no opportunity to relieve the deep need in her hungry cunt. If luck was with her, she would be seeing her father tomorrow evening, but the deep itch of lust was torturing her now, and she had to do something about it.
Susan pressed her hand between her thighs, trying to stimulate her clit through the heavy material of her jeans. But it was no good. She needed to touch her clit directly. Then a thought suddenly occurred to her. Maybe, if she were really quiet . . .
Quickly, she glanced over at the old man in the seat next to hers. He was wrapped in a big gray overcoat, snoring softly, his head turned away from her. She smiled. The rasping of a zipper, a little groaning and sighing-surely these would not be enough to wake him.
Eagerly, she unsnapped the waistband of her jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. Then, gazing steadily at the picture, she slid her right hand under the top of her sheer panties and combed her fingers through her silky blonde cunt hair.
"Aaaah," she sighed, quivering with pleasure at this first light touch.
Then she made a second pass over her cunt mound, this time brushing against her inflamed clit, shuddering violently as sharp stabs of pleasure filled the sensitive slab of cunt flesh. It was as if all of the nerves in her cunt, clit and ass were coiled tightly, just waiting for release. The slightest touch set them off into explosions of intense sensation. All she had to do was press down on her swollen clit, and the spiky feelings of pleasure and desire would race through her body, bringing her close to orgasm.
But Susan liked to prolong the pleasure and agony of jacking off. It was always a disappointment when she came too soon. So instead of battering her hard, vibrating clit and rushing toward a quick intense climax, she drew her middle finger down to her steamy cunt crack.
She began rubbing her finger back and forth between the thick outer lips of her pussy, teasing herself, setting the muscles of her cunt to twitching and spasming with growing need.
Cunt cream oozed steadily over her hand, filling her nostrils with the pungent scent of her desire.
Her clit, fully erect, had risen up and out from under its protective flap of skin. It tingled and burned, creating a maddening distraction. Unable to resist any longer, Susan pressed down on the hard nub with her index finger, squealing with delight as a series of sharp sensations sparked through her cunt and flashed through her entire body.
She had to let up for a second so she could catch her breath, but then she pressed down once again, this time rotating her hot throbbing clit around and around, pressing it hard into her groin. It was all she could do to keep from gasping and moaning and falling on the floor.
She had gone too far now to hold back from her greatest solitary pleasure-finger-fucking.
Gently, she pushed past the meaty lips of her cunt until her fingertip slid past the slick muscular rim of her cunt hole and was bathing in the syrupy pool of cream close to the entrance. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and fucked her finger in, groaning with delight as her cunt muscles contracted around it, trying to pull it deeper inside.
When she had her finger fucked in up to the knuckle, she ground it around and around so it brushed up against the sensitive walls of her cunt, then she curled and uncurled it, dragging her nail lightly along the slick, undulating cunt walls.
"Ungh, ungh," she groaned, shivering and shuddering as her bruised cunt pulsed and spasmed with growing excitement.
Slowly, she withdrew her sticky finger, until only the tip remained in the sleek warmth of her cunt. Then she fucked it in again, repeating the grinding, scratching maneuvers, creating a great gust of desire that held her in its grip until she felt faint with arousal.
Her body seemed to demand more. And Susan could only obey. She lifted her index finger off her battered clit and stuck it, too, into her greasy little pussy, filling her cunt hole fuller.
"Ungh, yeah," she moaned, rocking from one ass cheek to the other as the spasming of powerful muscles deep within her cunt shook her entire body. She dropped the picture of her father on top of her bag, and with her right hand, reached up under her T-shirt and began fondling the smooth expanse of her big, firm tits.
Her tits responded immediately, the skin tightening, the nipples growing hard and taut, aching with need. With a coordination gained from constant practice, Susan pinched and twisted first one nipple, then the other every time she fucked both fingers into her churning, pulsing cunt. Then, as she withdrew her fingers, she would ease up on her nipples, grabbing one of her plump tits from the underside and fondling it.
Her finger-fucking was picking up speed, and as it did, she bucked and rolled and shimmied in her seat. Her eyes turned up in their sockets so that only the whites showed through her long fluttering lashes. Beads of sweat collected on her brow and slid down her face, splashing onto her flushed tits.
Oh daddy '' she gasped as she added another finger to the two that were fucking in and out of her cunt. Now it felt as if a rear" cock were reaming out her spasming, convulsing pussy, and she could barely contain her sobs and groans of pleasure.
As her pulse echoed in her ears, and her thighs twitched uncontrollably, she began to feel the rich, prickly sensations of approaching orgasm. At once, she lowered her hand from her tits and set it on her exposed cunt mound, scrabbling through the sleek cunt hair until she found her hard, throbbing clit. Then, as she felt the first wave of orgasmic pleasure wash over her, she grabbed her clit between thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard.
She wanted to scream, but she retained enough self-control to trap the sound deep in her throat as she bucked and spasmed and shuddered in the overwhelming throes of orgasm.
But not even this was enough for her. No sooner had the first climax begun to fade, than she began to finger-fuck her aching cunt again, using short savage strokes to bring new peaks of pleasure.
Climax after climax shook her delicate frame until, drained at last, she slid her hands up from her cunt and hitched her panties and jeans up, covering herself. Letting her head loll to one side on the high-backed seat, she lay in a semi-trance for several moments, images of her handsome father still flashing through her head.
And then she nearly jumped out of her seat. Somebody grabbed her wrist and held it in a vise-like grip, so that she could not pull free.
Her eyes shot open, and as she tried to wrench herself free of that iron grip, she looked up into the lust-filled face of the old man, who she thought had been sleeping. He leered at her, winking crudely, then looked down into his lap. She followed his gaze and gasped at what she saw. He had loosened his pants and opened his fly, so that his cock, surprisingly big and menacing, was sticking up out of it, fully hard.
She gazed in fascination and horror at the big, pulsing column of prick flesh, forgetting her anger for the moment. She had never seen an older man's prick before, and she couldn't take her eyes off the dark purplish cockshaft wrapped in long, dark veins. There was wiry black and gray hair at the base, and she could just make out the outlines of his balls.
Susan was too stunned to protest when he pulled her hand toward him and placed it firmly on his cock shaft, forcing her to grip his prick at the base. Then, still holding her at the wrist, he slid her fist up the gnarly shaft of his prick toward his cock head.
"Aaah, shit," he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as tremors of lust passed through his body.
He kept her hand positioned around the base of his prick, and she could feel the tremendous surge of his pulse there, driving blood through his cockshaft and up to the bulbous head of his prick. A glint at the top of the cock knob caught her eye-some pre-cum had oozed out of the piss slit and was dribbling down onto his pants.
This sign of the old man's lust sent a shiver of excitement through Susan. She could feel her clit begin to vibrate with sexual tension, her cunt begin to pump out a steady stream of hot, sticky cunt juice. Without the slightest resistance, she let the old man pull her hand back down toward the base of his prick shaft. And when he felt that she was no longer going to fight him, he lifted his hand off of hers, smiling and settling back into his seat.
As Susan stroked the old man's prick, she compared it to the other cocks she had sucked and jacked off. Most of these belonged to boys her own age or a little older. Some of them had been pretty long. But none had been as thick and bumpy and sexy as the prick she now held.
She tightened her grip and with a firm, smooth gesture, slid her fist up and over the bulbous purple cockhead, then back down toward the heavy balls. These had been drawn up tightly against the base of the sac. With her free hand, she began to caress his balls gently, delighted by the feel of the smooth egg-shaped balls through the tough, leathery skin of the ball sac.
"Mmmmm, nice," she murmured, jacking faster on his prick. With each upward stroke toward the cockhead, she would press the pad of her thumb down hard on the soft underside of the cockshaft, where the knob met the shaft, and this made the old man shudder and groan, bouncing his bony ass on the seat.
"Yeah, baby, do me!" he gasped, reaching out for her, pressing his hands to her tits, feeling the firm young flesh through her thin T-shirt.
Susan's nipples became even stiffer, sending sparks of excitement down her spine to her hard, pulsing clit. She could feel her face flushing with the heat of arousal, could feel the syrupy cunt nectar flowing from her pussy. Closing her eyes, she imagined that it was her father fondling her tits, that it was her father's cock she had in her hands. And when this image became clear in her mind, and her cunt was churning and contracting with desperate need, she knew that she had to do more than just give a hand-job. She needed to feel a thick, hot cock up her cunt.
She let go of the old man's cock and pulled away from his grasping hands. Quickly, she looked around the bus to see if anyone had been paying attention to them. But all the seat lights had been turned off, and it looked as though everyone were asleep.
Confident that she could get her rocks off in the very best way without creating a disturbance, Susan unzipped her jeans and pushed them and her panties down past her thighs, revealing her delectable little cunt mound and its silky fringe of pussy fur.
The old man was so excited by this display, he licked his lips, grabbing his quivering cock at the base and squeezing it hard so he wouldn't come before he had a chance to touch the girl.
Susan smiled seductively at him, then turned around, displaying her gorgeous ass, reaching between her legs to spread the lips of her pink pussy gash. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his lap, letting him aim his prick so that the cockhead nudged her slippery cunt slit.
At the first touch of his wide cock knob against her sensitive cunt flesh, Susan gasped and shivered, the muscles in her cunt and ass contracting violently, her stomach turning over with excitement. This was the most thrilling moment for her other than orgasm-to feel a prick enter her for the first time, fucking past the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to her cunt, expanding the delicate slick walls of her cunt and fucking forward till it reached the end of her cunt tunnel.
She held her breath, lowering herself inch by inch onto the old man's thick prick, wanting to cry with excitement and relief as her poor empty cunt finally began to be filled. When she was at last on his cock, she began rotating her ass. This forced his prick to rub against the walls of her cunt, stimulating the sensitive nerves there, sending a thousand sensations of pleasure streaming through her body.
"Yes, oh, yes, Daddy. I love you," she moaned. In her mind's eye, it was her father's cock she was riding; it was him to whom she had given herself.
She reached behind her, grabbing the old man's hands and slipping them under her T-shirt, so that they rested on her big, firm tits. Her tits were much too big to fit into the palms of his hands, so he grabbed handfuls of tit meat at a time, mauling her tits eagerly. When one of his ragged fingernails scraped across Susan's erect nipple, she shuddered and whimpered, contracting her cunt hard around his vibrating cock, squeezing it so intensely, she could feel his prick shudder in response.
"Yeah, keep it up, Daddy, yeah," she groaned, reaching under her T-shirt so she could guide his finger back onto her sensitive nipple and scratch it again with the sharp edge of his nail.
The old man was only too happy to do as she wished, and he mercilessly slashed at her nipple as he bucked up off the seat to fuck his prick still deeper into her hot, tight cunt.
Thrilled, Susan began bouncing up and down on his prick, hunching forward just enough to un-sheath about half of his meaty fucker, massaging his cock head with her unyielding cunt muscles, then pushing back down and fucking the whole length of his cock back inside her cunt.
As the excitement mounted, she speeded up her fuck motions, her thighs slapping against his, her tits trembling under the violent mauling and tweaking he was giving them.
"Shit, I'm gonna come," the old man hissed all of a sudden, gouging her tit flesh with his nail, leaning forward so he could bite on her ear.
The pain from this last gesture shot through Susan's consciousness, melding with the intense pleasure that was building within her. It was enough to set off the spark of orgasm.
Her thighs began to quiver; sharp stabbing sensations of ecstasy raced through her cunt and clit. She could feel herself soaring to a stupendous climax.
"Yes, Daddy, yes!" she groaned. "Come, come!"
No longer was she conscious that she was playing out a fantasy. At this moment of ultimate pleasure, it was really her father's prick that was fucking with such incredible power deep within her cunt.
"Take it!" the old man rasped, and he lunged up from the seat, nearly knocking Susan off of him, his prick shooting a spurt of hot cum deep in her cunt.
Susan felt the sudden rush of hot jizz splatter against the end of her cunt tunnel, and this was enough to trigger a whole series of intense orgasms, one following right after the other.
"Oh, yeah!" she gasped, and her whole body froze, every muscle tensing until it was absolutely rigid. Then she began to quiver and shake and spasm as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.
For several moments, this wild, roller-coaster of a ride continued. But when the old man's shriveled cock slid from her pulsating cunt, the convulsions of pleasure slowed down and finally stopped. Exhausted, Susan pulled up her pants and returned to her seat, not bothering even to give the old man another glance. She pulled her jacket over her and huddled underneath it for warmth, at last able to go to sleep.
She was afraid that if she turned to look at him, she would see him for precisely what he was-a dirty old man taking advantage of a young girl on a bus trip, instead of her handsome, loving father. But she was content. In the morning, she would be arriving at Green Mountain, and then she'd find her father. She would never have to fuck substitutes again.
CHAPTER TWO
It was early in the morning when the bus let Susan Lawrence off on Main Street. She was tired and not really prepared for the ordeal that lay ahead of her: calling her father and telling him that she had left an impossible situation back in Summerville, and had come out to Green Mountain to live with him.
She'd been very confident when she'd run away from home and boarded the bus at Cummings Station. But now, in the cold light of day, she had lost all her courage. What if her father didn't want to have anything to do with her? After all, except for the card he'd sent her for her birthday last year, she never heard from him. She hadn't even seen him in five years, since the divorce.
Susan shuddered and dug her hand into her jeans pocket, relieved to discover that she still had a couple of bucks left.
Maybe, she thought, if I have a nice cup of coffee and something to eat, I'll feel better about facing daddy. There's a small cafe across the street. Think I'll head in there for a few minutes.
It was breakfast time, and the restaurant was crowded and noisy, filled mostly with men, many of whom wore cowboy hats and boots. When Susan walked in, most of them stopped eating and just stared at her. But she was used to creating that sort of a stir, and she didn't pay any attention to it. She just smiled prettily and made her way to the counter.
And then she saw her father, sitting hunched over the counter, finishing his breakfast.
Greg Lawrence was just as she remembered him-the high cheekbones, the strong, cleft chin, the light-blond hair, now lightly flecked with gray. Trembling, she sat down in the empty seat next to him.
He turned to look at her, and his eyes lit up with appreciation. She could see that he was attracted to her-but he didn't recognize her. And that wasn't surprising. Since he'd seen her last, she'd grown six inches, sprouted an immense pair of tits, and lost all of her baby fat.
"Hi, there," he said, looking her up and down, his gaze resting for several moments on her nipples, which were poking through her light-blue T-shirt. "My name's Greg."
"Hello, Greg," she said, smiling at him, hoping he hadn't noticed the quaver in her voice. "I wonder if you could help me out. I just got off the bus, and I'm afraid I'm a little lost. Got any idea about where a girl could find a place to stay? Is there a motel or something nearby?"
Her father smiled even more broadly. "Why, sure, honey. There's one not too far from here. I could give you a lift."
Susan could feel her cunt getting all hot and wet. She had to exert all of her self-control to keep from flinging her arms around him and calling him Daddy.
He tossed some coins on the counter by his coffee cup and, taking her by the arm, steered her out of the restaurant to a big brown truck parked in front.
He opened the door on the passenger side for her, and she could feel his gaze on her ass as she climbed up into the seat. This sent a thrill of arousal searing through her clit and cunt.
He got in beside her, slamming the door, and as he backed up the truck, he eased his hand onto her thigh, lightly caressing it. Susan gasped with surprised delight, shifting in her seat, spreading her legs more widely apart so he had easier access to her hot cunt.
They drove west down Main Street, and when they passed the Green Mountain Hotel, Susan turned and asked: "Hey-isn't that it?"
"Well, yeah-but I thought I'd give you a little tour of Green Mountain before you got settled." His hand strayed farther up her thigh, until his fingers were brushing right along the side of her cunt mound.
Susan was really turned on. Her tits heaved under her T-shirt, and she squirmed and drew closer to him. Taking the hint, he began sawing his finger up and down her cunt crack through her jeans. The harsh denim rubbed right through her panties, and as he sawed harder and harder, he stimulated her clit more and more, till she was rasping for breath.
"The first stop I'd like to make is your place," she said hoarsely, grabbing his hand and pressing it harder into her groin.
He turned to look at her, swallowing hard when he saw the way she was gazing at him, her eyelids drooping sensually, her tits out-thrust, the nipples so hard and distended they looked like they would rip right through the fabric of her shirt.
"You got it, hon!" He turned the truck around so sharply, the tires squealed.
Susan moved closer to him, resting her hand high up on his thigh, close to his cock.
"I find you very attractive," she said, massaging him gently, then letting her fingers roam over his swollen bulge of cock meat. She knew she was behaving shamelessly, but she couldn't help herself.
"I think you know how attractive I find you," he replied, as he felt for the hard nub of her clit.
"Oooh, that feels nice," Susan sighed, turning to him, stretching so she could kiss him on the ear.
"I like that," she murmured.
Encouraged, she began stabbing her tongue in and out of his ear. This aroused most of the boys she knew back home, and it was now working like a charm on her father. His breathing was becoming raspy and irregular, and his cock was throbbing visibly in his pants.
Susan was amazed at the size of his prick. She couldn't make out where the tip was, because it looked as though his cock had become so big, it was being bent and doubled up in the crotch of his pants.
Gently, she reached over and unsnapped the front of his pants, then unzipped them. Slipping her hand behind the waistband, she reached down to touch his prick, shuddering with excitement when she made contact. Sure enough, the prick, imprisoned in the pants, had doubled over so that the cockhead was out of reach at the bottom of the fly.
"Jesus, honey!" Greg groaned as she pushed his pants down and hauled his enormous prick out.
It was without doubt the biggest cock Susan had ever seen, and her cunt spasmed violently as she felt how thick and heavy it was-how wonderfully long and stiff.
"What a beauty!" she said, grasping his prick near the base, unable to get her fist completely around it. Slowly, she jacked his prick, delighting in the rubbery texture, the pulsing blue veins near the surface.
"Whoa, there, honey. You've got me so turned on, I'm likely to come right here in the truck. And to be honest, I'd rather come in that nice little cunt of yours."
How great it was to hear him talk dirty like that! She had never heard her father speak that way back in Summerville. It was sexy and exciting. "Hurry, then. Drive faster!" she prompted. "I don't see how I can keep my hands off you!"
She slid her fist up to his bullet-shaped, purplish cock knob, then leaned over and kissed it, darting her tongue into the piss slit at the top. She adored his cock-it was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. And she was dying to see his balls-but they were still hidden in his pants.
Greg pressed down on the accelerator, and the truck screeched onto the dirt road leading to the outskirts of town. In another minute, they stopped in front of an attractive wood-and-brick house with a Jeep parked in front.
"Here we are," he said breathlessly.
Gently, he removed her hand from his prick, stuffing the big slab of cock flesh back into his fly, trying to adjust it so he could zip back up. But his prick was so swollen, and he was in such a hurry to get Susan into the house, that he could only manage to zip his pants halfway before giving up with impatience.
Susan opened her door and jumped down. Her panties were wet with cunt juice; she could feel her thighs sticking together as she walked up the pathway behind Greg. When he unlocked the front door, he turned to her, and in one sweeping motion, lifted her up into his arms and carried her into the house.
Susan was thrilled by this macho behavior. It felt good to be pressed to his hard, warm body, to breathe in the rich masculine smell of him.
He strode down the hall with her, nuzzling her hair and neck, planting little kisses on her cheek. He took her into his bedroom and laid her down on the enormous bed, running his hand across her tits.
"Take it off," he whispered, tugging at the hem of her shirt.
Without hesitation, Susan grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, flinging it down at the side of the bed.
"Wow!" Greg gasped when Susan's gorgeous, pink-tipped tits came into view.
Though Susan always got this reaction when she removed her clothes in front of the opposite sex, this was special-this was her father. She smiled up at him, cupping her hands under her heavy tits and lifting them slightly, as if she were offering them to him.
Groaning, Greg lunged onto the bed beside her and pulled her to him, pressing his mouth to one enormous tit and then the other, licking and sucking and kissing his way all over her tit flesh.
"Aaah," Susan sighed, her nipples tingling with excitement, her cunt churning and spewing out a great flood of- cunt cream. She nuzzled his sunburned neck, brushing her cheek up against his thick blond hair. He was sexy and handsome and the only man she wanted.
The way her clit was vibrating, she thought she would die if she didn't get her pants off and give the little joy button some proper stimulation. So while her father slavered over her plump pink tits, she reached down and unsnapped her jeans, pushing them down past her hips. Then, grabbing his weathered, callused hand, she slipped it down inside her panties so his fingers were resting on her soft little cunt mound.
Shuddering with excitement, Greg raised his mouth from her tits and gazed down at his hand, half hidden beneath the gauzy front of her lacy panties. With a sudden, violent movement, he ripped the fragile garment from her, exposing her lovely pussy mound with its light covering of glossy blonde cunt hair.
"Aw, shit!" Greg groaned. Now he tore at his own clothes, popping a button off his shirt as he wrestled to get free of it.
When at last he was completely nude, he crawled between Susan's legs, lifting a thigh in each hand and placing her feet on either side of his neck, so they rested on his shoulders.
Susan squirmed with pleasure and excitement as he gazed right down into her juicy pink cunt. She had never fucked in this position before. It made her feel shy and defenseless. For he was examining her pussy very closely, spreading apart her thick cunt lips, sliding his finger up and down her slippery cunt gash, then folding back the inner pussy lips so he could see still more.
"Nice, very nice," he sighed. He brought his fingers up to his nose, sniffing her scent. Smiling, he licked them clean, then yanked on her legs, dragging her ass closer to him so his fat, purple prick head nudged her sensitive cunt hole.
"Mmmm," she moaned, the nerves in her cunt and clit prickling and crackling with excitement. Now that she could see his whole nude body, bursting with energy and virility, she thought she would explode with the passion that was building within her.
He was broad shouldered and muscular, his torso narrowing down to a very compact waist and hips. His balls, pulled up tightly against the root of his cock, were perfectly symmetrical, heavy with cum.
"Fuck me," she moaned, scooting her ass toward him, pressing her cunt against his prick head.
He smiled lewdly at her and, grabbing his cock at the base, shifted it so that the cock tip slid up and down her cunt gash but didn't penetrate it very deeply.
"Oooh, do it! Stick it in!" Susan begged.
Steadying himself, Greg pushed forward as she squirmed and bucked. Inch by inch, his enormous cock prodded her sensitive cunt flesh, expanding the tender cunt walls to accommodate its tremendous girth.
Susan was beside herself with excitement and need. As her father's cock filled her up, stimulating every nerve in her twitching, convulsing cunt, she became more and more animated, rocking from side to side, flexing her thighs and ass.
Through lust-swollen eyelids, she watched as her father, sweating and breathing hard, inched his cock forward in her cunt, reaming her out. It was hard work because his prick was so very big, and her cunt was so tight and small. But at last, his prick nudged up against the end of her cunt tunnel and he stopped, his face strained with effort, his whole body wet with sweat.
As he paused, fucked to the balls in her cunt, he let his hands play over her cunt mound, his fingers combing through her cunt hair, idling now and again on her hard, pulsing clit.
Ripples of excitement spread throughout Susan's body, welling up from the sharp sensation of pleasure and need his stroking of her clit aroused and expanding rapidly through her groin, belly, tits, and ass.
"Oh God, oh yes! Yes, that's it!" she sighed, straining and flexing her cunt muscles around his powerful cock.
Greg continued to comb his fingers through her cunt muff as he began rotating his groin, scouring her delicate cunt flesh with his hard, pulsing cock.
"Yes . . .yes!" Susan gasped, drawing her fingernails across the bedspread.
Never in her life had she been so excited; never had she felt such a yearning to be possessed by a man, to open herself to him totally. She was ready for him to fuck her more violently now, and she bucked off the bed, flexing her ass and cunt muscles, determined that she would stimulate him so much, he would have to fuck her more forcefully.
The grasping, violent motions of her cunt had precisely the effect she desired, for Greg groaned loudly, and pulling back, unsheathed three-quarters of his cock.
Susan gasped at the swiftness with which he pulled his prick from her cunt, blinking her eyes rapidly as involuntary tears started down her cheeks. Now only her father's massive prick head stretched the opening of her cunt, and she was suspended between aching need and fulfillment.
"Do it! Fuck me! Please do it!" she gasped, gazing up at him with pleading eyes.
Greg, trembling and breathing hard, did not heed the urgency of her demands, but instead eased his cock very slowly back into her warm, pulsing cunt. She groaned and shimmied, wanting to be fucked harder and faster, and she humped forward, her ass bouncing off the bed in an attempt to get him to treat her less gently.
His face screwed up into an expression of lust, and he swore softly at her as he lost all self-control and stabbed his prick forward hard. But he regained control, and stopped the fucking motion, holding steady as he caught his breath.
"Ungh, ungh!" Susan whimpered. She was amazed at his self-discipline and cowed by his determination to fuck her in his own way at his own speed.
When he at last began to ease forward again, fucking his prick slowly up her narrow cunt canal, Susan moaned with the intensity of pleasure this brought her. Little by little, she was being filled up, and there was nothing on earth more satisfying than that.
When Greg had pressed his prick to the limit inside her cunt, he paused, sliding his hands down her soft flanks until he reached her delectable little ass cheeks. These he kneaded and pumped, his index finger straying now and again into the hot dry crack of her ass.
Susan squealed in surprise when she felt her father probing her sensitive little asshole. Never before had anyone attempted to penetrate her bung. It was shocking behavior, but it excited her, for it caused a whole series of new sensations to erupt deep in her guts.
As he continued to play with her sensitive ass, Greg withdrew his prick and fucked back into Susan's cunt forcefully, starting a fast, hard fuck motion that had her gasping and crying with pleasure. His groin pressed into her pulsating clit with each fuck thrust, electrifying the already wild sensations searing her body and brain.
He was bringing her to such a wild state of excitement that she felt as though she had no control over herself, as if something larger, infinitely more powerful had caught her up in its embrace and was carrying her to the wildest climax she had ever experienced.
"Ungh, ungh!" Greg groaned. "I-I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!" Sweat dripped from his forehead onto Susan's groin and belly, and she could feel the pulsing at the base of his cock, the trembling in his thighs.
He was grabbing onto her ass violently now, pinching and kneading the ass flesh so that it hurt. But the pain only added to her overall excitement. She bucked and heaved and shimmied her tortured little ass toward him, asking for more.
And then it happened. He reared back and plunged forward, bellowing with release, spewing a heavy load of jizz into her cunt just as he fucked his index finger deep into her asshole.
This sudden, violent overload of sensation ignited her own orgasm and she screamed, clutching at the bedspread with her fingers, her heels pounding against Greg's shoulders and back.
They humped and groaned and rubbed flesh for several moments until Greg reached up and gently lifted her feet from his shoulders, setting down her legs so that he was crouching between them. Then he lay on top of her, crushing her tits with his sweaty chest. She reached up and put her arms around him and kissed him on the neck.
This fuck had been the most wonderful experience of Susan's life, and she only hoped it had been half as good for him.
CHAPTER THREE
"Oooh, Greg, you're something else," Susan purred. They had only finished fucking a few minutes before, and already, her father's cock was swelling and twitching against her thigh again.
"It's you, baby. You really turn me on," he said, wrapping his arms about her, pressing her close so that her tits were crushed against his chest.
He began planting kisses along her cheek and the side of her face, breathing in her sweet scent, licking the smooth surface of her skin. As his passion increased, he nuzzled and bit at her ear, then licked and sucked his way down to the delicate flesh in the hollow of her shoulder, leaving a trail of small red bruises.
Susan's cunt began heating up and churning with fresh cunt juice. Her little clit, battered and bruised from the last fuck, began to swell and vibrate as it became engorged with blood.
Greg pulled away from her so he could kiss every inch of her luscious tits. Savoring the texture of her fine, smooth tit flesh, he pressed his lips to the heavy under-swells, ran his cheek along the line of her cleavage. And still he couldn't get enough. Zeroing in on her left nipple, sucking it into his mouth, he stabbed her nipple with his tongue until it became hard and distended, jutting from her rose-colored areola like a little dagger. Satisfied with this evidence of her arousal, he moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment until it, too, became ramrod stiff.
"Here, baby, put this behind your back," he said, lifting himself off of her and handing her a pillow. He grabbed her under the arch of her back and pulled her up so she was half-sitting, half lying down against the bedpost, the pillow supporting her.
Susan, who was growing hornier by the moment, was only too willing to do anything her father suggested so long as it led to their mutual satisfaction. She looked at him hungrily, cupping her enormous tits in her hands, licking her lips in anticipation.
"God, those are beautiful," he rasped, crouching over her, his hard, pulsing prick jabbing against her stomach.
He grabbed Susan's hands and lifted them off her tits, letting her arms fall gently to her sides. Then he reached for the two mounds of tit flesh, pressing in on them from the sides so they were pushed together, forming a deep cleavage on her chest.
"Perfect, perfect ..." he murmured, settling himself on his knees so he was crouching between her widespread legs.
Maneuvering his prick right to the bottom edge of the tunnel formed between her two compressed tits, he thrust forward, fucking his prick up between the two fleshy tit mounds so the cockhead nudged Susan's chin.
"Aw, yeah," Greg groaned, hesitating for a moment before slowly pulling back, withdrawing his prick an inch at a time through the sleek, soft canal of tit flesh.
Susan was amazed by this exotic new way of fucking. She could see that Greg was very turned on-his face was contorted into a grimace of sheer lust, his muscles were tensed, standing out in bold relief. And his cock, huge and purple, was already oozing pre-cum.
She held her breath as he fucked forward again. The sight of his huge pillar of cockmeat ramming up between her tits, the piss slit at the tip distended by the overflow of the pre-cum had a sudden, savagely arousing effect on her. Her nipples ached with need; her clit and cunt vibrated with a sudden surge of desire.
Greg pulled back again, then fucked forward, launching into a hard, fast fuck motion that jarred Susan's entire body. He seemed to be in another world, his gaze fastened on her tits, which he kept imprisoned in a cruelly hard grip.
Susan wriggled under the assault, rolling her ass from side to side, trying to stimulate her clit. But this was very difficult because her father really had her pinned. Then, as he once again fucked his big cock forward between her tits, she suddenly realized how she could give herself more pleasure. She ducked her head down, opened her mouth, and as the drooling head of his prick came charging through the valley between her tits, she slurped it into her mouth and sucked on his cock.
"Aaah, shit!" Greg gasped, his eyes rolling, his whole body shaking wildly.
Susan ran her tongue around and around the smooth, rubbery surface of his prick head while she sucked the salty pre-cum from the piss slit. Then, reluctantly, she let go, and his prick dropped from her mouth onto her chest.
Greg didn't move for a moment, but remained crouched over her, breathing hard, trying to get enough control over himself so he wouldn't come. Finally, he groaned: "You're too much, baby! Too, too much!"
When he fucked forward the next time, he was prepared for Susan's hot, wet mouth, and he grabbed his prick at the base while she bathed the cockhead in saliva, sucking and laving and polishing his cock knob.
Soon, Greg resumed a hard, fast fuck motion, allowing Susan to suck and lick his prick head for several moments before he withdrew his prick and fucked forward again.
Susan was enjoying herself, but she still wasn't achieving the kind of fulfillment she desired. Her clit was still aching; her cunt was still spasming, contracting violently. But there was nothing to grab onto. It was quite simple. What she really needed was to have a thick, hard cock fucked up her cunt.
With a sudden twist of her torso, she broke free and rolled away from him, leaving him crouching with his wet prick dangling over the empty spot where she had been lying.
"Greg, honey," Susan said, "I need to feel your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me bad. Let me get on top."
Greg smiled lewdly at her and rolled onto his back, his prick standing up from his groin at almost a ninety-degree angle. "C'mon, baby," he groaned.
Eagerly, Susan approached him, crouching above him much the same way he had positioned himself over her. Reaching behind her, she grabbed his fat, slick cock and aimed it at her wet cunt hole. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his prick. She shuddered when she first felt the cocktip slip past the entrance of her cunt. But as inch after inch fucked in, she began shimmying and shaking, trying to force the huge cock up faster until at last she was sitting atop her father. Her smooth ass cheeks rested on his hairy groin, and her cunt clasped and unclasped on his thick cock. She was ecstatic.
"Mmmm, that's good," Greg sighed, fucking upward, pounding the end of her cunt tunnel with his broad prick head.
In answer, Susan flexed the muscles in her cunt so they squeezed Greg's cock even harder. "I love this," she murmured, and she leaned forward, unsheathing several inches of his cock, letting her heavy tits dangle right over his face.
Greg craned his neck so he could get his mouth close to her tits, and then he sucked one hard nipple between his lips and exerted so much pressure on it that Susan cried out from the pain.
But the pain was followed by hundreds of sharp pricks of pleasure racing through her tits down to her clit and cunt. Her asshole contracted violently, and her pussy spilled a flood of cunt cream out around the base of Greg's cock.
Slowly, Susan eased back, fucking back down on Greg's immense cock. But Greg did not release her nipple, so it was pulled and stretched between his teeth before it finally popped free of his mouth.
This harsh treatment greatly excited Susan, and she cried and whimpered in an agony of pleasure. Eager for more of the same, she hunched forward again. And this time, Greg locked onto her other nipple, nibbling it, sucking her nipple till it was painfully stiff.
Susan, already close to orgasm, wanted to experience a wider variety of pleasures before she finally reached her climax. So she tilted forward, grinding her cunt mound into her father's groin, crushing her burning clit against him. This sparked such searing stabs of sensation that she swooned, almost losing consciousness for several seconds.
"Jesus Christ!" she gasped.
She was shuddering and convulsing uncontrollably, her whole body seething with lust. She pulled back, and this time Greg eased the pressure on her tit, so she could fuck his cock back into her hot greasy cunt in one smooth motion.
Judging from the wild fluttering in her heart and the scratchy, hot feeling in her cunt and clit, Susan knew that she would be coming very soon, and she wanted her father to come with her at the same time. So she reached back and clasped his hard balls, massaging them gently as she began a steady, rhythmic fuck motion, fucking up and down, up and down on his pulsing cock.
This was a good position for her because she could feel her father's prick pummel the end of her cunt tunnel every time she fucked down, and she had complete control of the stimulation of her clit. When she reached down and spread her fat cunt lips, she fully exposed her clit to direct contact with Greg's groin and all the wiry hair at the base of his cock. When she let go of her pussy lips, letting them fall back into place over her clit, they acted as a cushion, softening the rough pounding of her violent fucking.
She alternated between these two kinds of stimulation while delighting in the rough-and-ready fuck pleasure created each time Greg's prick rammed into the end of her cunt tunnel.
But she was unable to prolong the joy forever, and when she felt the jagged edge of unbearable pleasure that always came right before orgasm, she let herself go completely.
Shaking uncontrollably, her cunt clasping and unclasping on Greg's cock in rapid-fire rhythm, she became lost in the gut-wrenching, mind-blowing release of orgasm. Lights seemed to flash behind her eyes, the room became hazy and distorted, her body seemed to expand and take in everything, then shrink into a tiny kernel of pure sensation.
At last, wrung completely dry of all her energy and will, she collapsed on top of Greg and blacked out for several moments. When she opened her eyes again and felt him beneath her, breathing in great raspy gulps, she roused herself, though her mind was a little fuzzy, and she felt weak.
Slowly, she raised herself on her elbows, and then she lifted her ass, letting Greg's half-hard cock slip from her cunt. She saw that his prick was still dribbling thick white cum, and this made her feel good. She had been so wrapped up in her own pleasure that she hadn't even noticed if he'd come or not. But the pearly white jizz oozing from his piss slit was proof that he had.
She felt an overwhelming tenderness for him then. And, taking his shrinking, slippery cock in her hand, she leaned forward and licked his prick, delighting in its musky, gamy taste.
"Mmmm, that was great," Greg said as he stirred on the bed, watching her slurping up the slime of cum and cunt cream that coated his prick. "You wore me out, girl!"
She smiled at him, gently laying his prick down. Then she stretched out beside him and let him put his arms around her. Kissing him softly on the cheek, she asked: "Hey, don't you have to go to work?"
"Yeah," he chuckled. "About an hour ago. I have my own shop, though. I'll just have to open up late today. You'll be here when I get back, won't you?"
"Sure. How could I pass up a guy who's such a dynamite fuck?"
"God, I hate to leave you, though," he said as he got up off the bed and grabbed his clothes. "Km tempted just not to open the shop today."
"Don't be silly. I'll be here when you get back-wet and ready."
Greg groaned at this last comment, and it was obvious to Susan that she had gotten a rise out of him. She could see his cock swelling, creating a huge bulge in his jeans.
"God, I wish I could count on that. I don't even know your name."
"Susan-the name is Susan," she said, watching him closely to see if the name had any effect on him, if, perhaps it made him think of the daughter he had left behind five years earlier. But she couldn't detect the slightest change in his manner.
"Well, Susan, honey, you're the sexiest lady this old mechanic has fucked in quite some time. I'm real glad you'll be staying with me tonight."
"So am I," she sighed.
He dressed quickly, and when he had gone, Susan got up off the bed and unpacked her few clothes, putting them in an empty drawer in his bureau. Then she took a long, hot shower, washed her hair and dried it. Feeling very happy and very tired, she took a nap on the big, rumpled bed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Susan was proud of her handiwork. After waking from her nap, she'd dusted and vacuumed the house and prepared dinner. She'd found a chicken, salad greens and leftover apple pie in the refrigerator and prepared these the best she could. Now it was nearly six o'clock. The chicken was in the oven roasting, the salad sat chilling in the refrigerator, and she was putting the finishing touches on the table-a pair of candles and candlesticks she'd found at the back of one of the kitchen cabinets-when she heard Greg's truck pull up in front of the house.
Quickly, she wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and ran her fingers through her hair, fluffing it into place. It was important that she look relaxed and beautiful for him.
"Hey, baby, what's all this?" he said when he walked in and saw the beautifully decked table and smelled the roasting chicken. "Way above and beyond the call of duty!"
"My pleasure," Susan cooed. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. Maybe now that he knew what a help she could be around the house, he'd let her stay. "It should be about twenty minutes before dinner is ready."
Looking her up and down, Greg smiled slowly. "Baby, you look good enough to eat. I'm tempted to just skip dinner, and go for dessert." He sauntered over to the small couch in the family room and dropped down onto it, patting the cushion for her to come sit down beside him.
Susan's cunt had begun creaming the moment her father had walked in the door. Now, at the prospect of getting close to him, her pulse raced with desire. Instead of sitting down next to him, she bent over him, reached for his fly and released it.
Greg's prick gave a sudden lurch in his pants when he realized that Susan intended to skip all preliminaries and go right for his cock. In order to help her, he pushed his pants and underpants down past his thighs. His cock sprang up, pulsing with desire, and Susan licked her lips, imagining his cock fucking in and out of her mouth.
Fastening her gaze on that gorgeous piece of cock meat, she knelt down between Greg's legs, directly in front of his stiff cock. Then she gripped the pulsing cockrod right at the root, sliding her hand upward, maintaining a constant pressure.
"Oooh," Greg groaned, half closing his eyes, settling back on the couch, fully prepared to accept all the pleasure she could give him.
Though she couldn't grasp the entire circumference of his mammoth cock in her small hand, Susan managed to maintain a firm grip as she slid her fist up to the rubbery cock head, lovingly massaged it, and swept back down to his balls. She paused only a moment before she repeated the movement, and then, unable to control her urges any longer, she pressed her lips to the tip of his prick.
Greg groaned and shifted in his seat, delighted at the touch of her soft, warm mouth. "Baby, baby," he moaned.
Susan planted many kisses on his blunt cock knob, and then she began to kiss along the taut rubbery flesh of his prickshaft all the way down to his big round balls, each of which she sucked into her mouth and rolled around her tongue, bathing it in her warm saliva.
"Aw, yeah ..." Greg groaned, reaching forward to run his fingers through her silky blonde hair.
Susan let the ball she had been sucking on drop from her mouth onto her palm, then began delicately massaging both balls in her hands as she licked up her father's prickshaft to his prick head and probed all around the sensitive flesh connecting the cock knob and the cockshaft.
Greg groaned and squirmed, highly excited by the delicacy and precision with which she stimulated all the sensitive nerves there.
"Jesus, Susan!" he gasped, grabbing the sides of the chair so hard his knuckles turned white.
Nothing gave Susan more pleasure than to feel her father become increasingly aroused under her loving attention. Flicking her tongue right into the piss slit at the top of his prick knob, she felt him flinch with surprise and excitement.
She was afraid he was going to come immediately, so she sucked his thick, wide cock head between her lips. That way, when he shot his cum load she would be able to taste every drop of his precious jizz. She shuddered with pleasure as she closed her mouth around his hard, rubbery cock knob. The weight and thickness were very satisfying, filling her mouth, just as they filled her cunt.
As the waves of sensual pleasure washed over her father, she began to suck his cock hungrily, letting her tongue slide down the smooth rounded surface, then slide up and poke gently at the indentation around the bottom of the cockhead, lingering at the sensitive spot on the underside.
"Aaah," Greg sighed, his eyelids fluttering, his grip on the couch increasing in strength. "Aaah, that's good ... yes ... "
Encouraged, Susan began to lick and suck his cock faster and more powerfully while she rhythmically jacked on his prick shaft.
"Oh, baby," Greg groaned, squirming and bucking off the couch. "Suck it!"
Gradually, Susan began to take more of the prickshaft into her mouth, ballooning her cheeks, holding her lips curled against her teeth so she wouldn't scrape his sensitive cock as she bobbed up and down on it. Her heart was racing, her cunt was churning and contracting, sending a constant stream of warm thick cunt juice into her panties.
But she wanted still more. Holding her breath, adjusting her position, she slid her mouth down the thick, veiny cock shaft till she had captured half of it. She gagged and sputtered for a moment, tears starting in her eyes. Never before had she attempted to suck such an enormous cock; never before had she held a cock head lodged so deep in her throat.
"Easy, baby, easy," Greg said, opening his eyes, smiling at her. He reached over and gently ran his fingers through her hair. "Just relax. I want this to be good for you, too."
Susan wanted to tell him that it was good for her-better than he could possibly guess- especially now that her throat had become used to his remarkable cock.
Slowly, she eased back, unsheathing his prick, inch by inch, feeling the pressure lessen as, before her eyes, her father's wet cock emerged from between her lips, big, solid, beautiful.
She licked and sucked the cockhead, which now rested in her mouth again, tasting the slightly salty drops of pre-cum which dripped from the piss slit. She knew he was very near coming, and this excited her tremendously. Her cunt was pulsing, her clit, hard and thickened with blood, was beating against the tight cloth of her panties.
She looked up at her father, his face red and strained with lust, a vein along his temple pulsing at an alarming rate, and she decided that she would bring him off. She moved forward, sliding her lips down, down, down. Then, gulping and contracting her throat muscles, she eased two inches of cock meat down her throat. She swallowed, undulating her slick throat flesh along Greg's shuddering prick shaft.
Then, all at once, he thrust forward, fucking even more of his cock down his daughter's throat.
"Aaaaaaugh! Jesus!" he bellowed, and a rich load of hot jism gushed down Susan's throat into her belly.
She was writhing with excitement, on the verge of an orgasm, herself. But she continued to suck and gulp, drawing out every last drop of her father's precious cum, servicing him until she felt his cock begin to go limp. She could see that he was twitching with pain now as well as pleasure, for his cock seemed very sensitive after it had shot its load.
Slowly, reluctantly, she slid her mouth up Greg's cock shaft and off the cockhead, then licked her cummy lips. She searched his face anxiously, trying to determine if he was pleased with her.
His eyes were closed, and there was a smile of utter contentment on his face. Thrilled that he was happy, Susan got up, leaned over him, and kissed him gently on the top of his head.
Her cunt and clit were burning with a need for fulfillment, and she thought she might just sneak off to the bathroom or bedroom while he was recuperating and finger-fuck herself so she could have some relief.
But to her surprise and delight, Greg opened his eyes when she kissed him and grabbed onto her arm.
"Baby," he murmured, "you're somethin' else. And to show you my appreciation, I'm gonna eat that pretty little cunt of yours and make you feel so good, you'll be beggin' for mercy."
"But what about dinner?" she asked, though she knew what his answer would be.
"Dinner can wait. I'm gonna have me some pussy."
Susan giggled at his eager, dirty talk. "At least let me take the chicken out of the oven."
He nodded his agreement and she scampered into the kitchen and removed the bird, which had just finished cooking. Then she stepped back into the family room and gestured for him to follow her.
She led the way into the bedroom, pulling off her T-shirt as she walked, flinging it aside, so that he had a good view of her bare back and undulating hips. Her ass cheeks were only lightly covered by her sheer bikini panties. She could feel his gaze on her, and although much of his passion and need had been eased by the splendid blow-job she had given him, still, she felt a strong current of desire coming from him.
She walked into the bedroom and took a moment to slide her panties down and off her legs. Then she lay down on the bed in a seductive pose, raising one leg and bending it at the knee to showcase its length and shapeliness.
Greg was impressed. In a smooth movement, he got on the bed with her, reached for her foot and began kissing the insole tenderly.
Susan thrilled to this wonderful treat. No one had ever kissed her feet before-she'd had no idea they were so sensitive to touch, nor that their stimulation could lead to the stimulation of her clit, as was now happening.
Greg, murmuring something she couldn't quite make out, was now licking the tender flesh at the top of her foot, near her ankle, swiping along the top of the arch toward her toes.
Susan squealed as she felt his tongue flick between her toes, creating thrills that traveled up her spine and throughout her body.
"Oooh, Greg! Don't stop!" she giggled, offering her other foot up to him for his loving attention.
Eagerly, Greg began to work on her other foot, this time sucking each toe, one at a time, into his mouth, rolling each around his tongue, stabbing playfully at it.
Susan was beside herself with pleasure. It was the first time she had ever experienced desire and laughter at the same time, and she loved it. As Greg continued to suck and kiss her delicate feet, she reached down to her wet, aching cunt and began rubbing her index finger up and down between the sticky cunt lips, making sure it made direct contact with her throbbing clit.
"Oooooh," she moaned, rocking gently from side to side.
Greg looked up, and seeing what she was doing, he pulled his mouth off of her foot and said: "Let me do that for you, honey! I'm going to make you feel good!"
Susan smiled at him, taking her hand from her churning cunt and spreading her legs wide so he had a good view of her wet red pussy gash.
"Oh, man!" he gasped, and he began moving forward alongside of her, kissing his way up over her ankle and shin, past the curve of her knee, onto the sweet soft flesh of her thigh.
"Aaah, yes!" Susan sighed, growing more and more excited as his warm lips caressed her flesh, approaching closer and closer to her needy cunt.
When at last she felt his tongue flick up the sticky groove between her pussy lips, she groaned loudly, contracting her cunt muscles violently, sending a river of cunt juice streaming from her pussy.
Quickly, her father lapped up the tasty cunt juice, burrowing his face into her cunt mound, seeking out her hard, pulsing clit, so that when he licked, he made sure to drag his raspy tongue across the sensitive button of clit flesh.
"God!" Susan gasped, involuntarily flexing her thigh muscles, drawing her thighs in around her father's head.
The violence of this spasm didn't even interrupt Greg's wild cunt-sucking. The lewd sounds of his tongue and lips slurping and sucking on his daughter's juicy cunt filled the room. As the girl's cuntal contractions increased in intensity, and her sighs and moans grew louder and louder, Greg changed his method.
He began to fuck his tongue in and out of Susan's hot pulsing cunt, much as he would fuck her with his cock. And all the while, he twisted her clit between his thumb and index finger, never easing up on the stimulation.
"Oh-oh-oh!" Susan gasped, thrashing her head from side to side, breathing hard as her excitement mounted.
It was as if a thousand little golden needles were pricking her insides, sending waves of such excruciating pleasure through her clit and cunt and up her spine that she didn't think she could bear the intensity of it without collapsing.
And Greg had still more tricks up his sleeve. He fucked his tongue deep into his daughter's pussy, then began movin it horizontally and turning it from side to side, ensuring that it rasped against the walls of her cunt, stimulating the nerves there.
"Oh, God! Do it!" Susan shrieked, tears streaming down her face, her heart beating so hard and fast, it felt as if it would burst from her chest.
Greg slid his hand down her smooth flank and began to rub his finger around and around the sensitive fleshy area surrounding her asshole. At his touch, Susan's entire body spasmed violently. Fiery sensations of pleasure surged through her jangled nerves, spreading such an intense network of pleasure and excitement, that she felt as if she were on fire.
"Stop! It's too much!" Susan gasped.
But Greg's finger continued to rub and stimulate her asshole while his tongue fucked in and out of her churning cunt, and his other hand played with her hard, blood-engorged clit.
Susan could feel every muscle in her body straining toward release. She could feel her pulse throbbing in her temples, her clit erupting with strong sensations of pleasure and pain under Greg's constant stimulation. Sweat trickled down her brow. And then she knew- she was going to come, and come so hard that she'd be wiped out for hours.
"I'm c-c-coming! Coming!" she screeched, and at that very moment, Greg fucked his tongue deep into her pussy and fucked his finger into her asshole.
Her piercing cry of pleasure rang off the walls. She thought she saw lights go off behind her closed eyelids, and indeed, it was as if something had exploded from within her, for a great rush of release and pleasure surged up from her cunt and ass and overtook her entire body, wrapping it in a warm, prickly blanket of bliss.
She wasn't sure how long she had remained in such a gorgeous rapture. Time seemed to have stood still while she was suspended between earth and heaven. And now she felt a heaviness overtake her limbs. Even her eyelids felt heavy. It was a struggle to open them. But she was too concerned with Greg to just drift off like that. She had to know what he was feeling.
At last she did manage to open her eyes, and she saw that her father was kneeling at her feet, watching her closely, a look of tenderness on his face. Susan felt such a rush of joy then that she believed her happiness complete.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Come lie down by me," Susan whispered, smiling drowsily at Greg.
He crawled beside her, stretching himself against her full length. "You're beautiful," he said softly, nuzzling the warm hollow of her shoulder, then nibbling gently at her earlobe.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said sleepily, turning to kiss him on the lips.
"Daddy?" he said, chuckling. "Don't call me daddy, honey. Makes me feel old."
But she didn't hear him. She was already well on her way to a good sleep, and she murmured: "Daddy, can I stay here?"
Greg, troubled by her question, and annoyed at being nicknamed Daddy, shook his head. "We'll discuss that later, baby."
Suddenly, Susan was wide awake, her heart pounding. "Later?"
"Look, honey," Greg said, nervously fondling her tit. "I-er-I haven't been exactly straight with you, you know. I-I have a woman. Owns the beauty parlor downtown. We've been keeping company a long time."
"But--"
"You're the sexiest, most beautiful lady I've ever fucked, and that's the damn truth. But, well, I've got other responsibilities. Hell, I'm payin' child support for my daughter up in Summerville. I-I just can't keep you here, honey."
"But, I love you, Greg!"
He said nothing for several moments. Then he replied: "Hell, if you stayed here, I'd fall in love with you too, honey. And I just can't have that now. I've already promised to marry Gail."
Susan tried to hold back the tears, but they began to course down her face. She had to grab the edge of the sheet and wipe her face.
"Listen, Greg, if that's the way it is, then I want you to fuck me one more time. Then I'm gonna tell you a secret, and maybe-depending how you feel about my secret-you'll throw me outta here and marry your woman, or just maybe, you'll decide you want me to stay. But no matter what happens, honey, I love you and I want to fuck you."
Susan's words excited Greg. The passion with which she'd declared her love, and the sorrow with which she'd received the news that he was going to marry another woman touched him deeply. His prick began to quiver as it swelled and expanded to its full ten inches.
"Yes, I'll fuck you," he rasped.
And he turned her over so that her ass rolled into view, round, firm and luscious. He reached beneath her belly and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. Then, not wasting a moment, he edged up close to her, nudging her asshole with his fat prick head.
Susan looked over her shoulder at him and bit her lip in fear. Never had she had her ass fucked. She knew it would hurt. But she wanted to do anything to please him.
"God, fuck me! Fuck me!" she pleaded, rearing up at him, shaking her ass temptingly.
Greg groaned, prying her ass cheeks apart to reveal more of her pulsing asshole. In one deft movement, he reached down to her cunt, still wet with cunt cream, and sloshed his hand in it, coating it with the rich creamy stuff. Then he greased up Susan's asshole and his cock with her pussy cream.
Susan quivered. She tensed, closing her eyes tightly, gripping the .sheets between her fingers.
Greg pushed forward, his cock head pressing hard against Susan's sensitive little asshole, but to no avail. So tight was the ring of muscle around the girl's asshole that he couldn't stretch her asshole wider to accommodate his fat prick.
"Relax, baby, relax," he cooed, stroking her back and ass as he might a favorite pet. "I can't get it in if you don't relax, baby."
Susan concentrated on relaxing, but every time she thought about her father fucking that enormous prick of his up her delicate little asshole, she shuddered with fear and revulsion, the muscle around her ass tightening up.
Greg tried storming her little asshole again, but he met with the same resistance. So he shifted his point of attack, lowering his prick so that the cockhead fucked into the opening of the girl's gooey cunt.
Susan, breathing a sigh of relief, hunched down and thrust her ass back at him, taking inch after inch of his prick up her slick, churning pussy.
Greg groaned with pleasure as he felt her satiny cunt flesh close in around his prick, undulating up and down the sensitive cockshaft, milking his prick, massaging it. He luxuriated in these sweet sensations and then slowly withdrew, only to fuck back in again, setting up a fucking rhythm that Susan eagerly responded to.
In and out he pistoned his enormous fucker, thrusting harder with each stroke, bouncing off of Susan's supple ass so that the slapping of their flesh resounded off the walls.
"Mmmmm, g-g-goooood!" Susan groaned as she pitched back and forth.
She began to feel the muscles in her stomach and ass unknot now that the fear and tension of being fucked up her ass had passed. With great zest, she fucked back at her father, inviting even more violent pillaging of her sweet pussy.
She was astonished when, all at once, Greg pulled back, removed his prick from her cunt and in a flash, fucked it halfway up her tender asshole.
"Aaaaagh!" she screamed, the searing pain of his sudden, brutal entry making her helpless against his assault.
"That's it, baby, that's it," Greg rasped, holding steady, half of his prick lodged firmly in the young girl's tight, dry asshole. "Trust me, honey. Just relax now. It's gonna be good.
It's gonna be very, very good."
But Susan was in great pain. It felt as if she'd been split in two. But she clenched her teeth and held back the sobs that threatened to erupt. She was doing this for Greg-perhaps her whole future depended on it.
In a tremendous effort of will, she concentrated all her attention on her spasming asshole, imagining that pleasure rather than pain was sparking the intense sensations deep within her ass. And after several moments, her ass did indeed start feeling better. Her ass ring began to loosen up, releasing its savage grip on her father's embedded prick.
"Ah, baby," Greg sighed, petting her ass cheek gently as he slowly, slowly, eased another inch of cock meat up her raw and ravaged asshole.
Susan groaned as she felt the hot, throbbing prick fuck still farther into the dank recesses of her virgin asshole. Though her flesh was throbbing with pain, she began to feel a genuine tremor of pleasure deep in her ass guts, a tingly spasm of electric-like sensation that shot from her asshole to her clit and up her spine.
Greg felt her spasm of delight and, grunting with pleasure, he fucked more of his big prick up her ass chute, until nearly all of his cock lance was hidden inside her. His heavy balls, pulled tightly against the base of his prick, were nearly touching the bottom of her ass cleft.
Gasping and sweating, Greg leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Susan's waist as she twitched and gently bucked, her ass muscles throbbing and spasming. She was breathing hard, sweat dripping down her body onto the sheets. But she was ready. She really wanted her father to fuck her ass now.
"Do me, Greg. It's okay. I like it," she whispered, looking back over her shoulder at him.
"You feel real good, honey. But I won't, unless you're really ready for me."
"You heard me-do me!" she gasped, tossing her mane of hair.
She felt Greg's cock lurch inside her ass, and she knew that her wanton behavior was really turning him on.
"Now just relax," he soothed as he slowly backed off.
Her ass was so tight, it was difficult for him to withdraw his long, thick prick. But patiently, he retreated, all the while stroking her furry little cunt mound to keep her excited.
As inch after inch of Susan's tortured ass canal was emptied of her father's big fucker, her pulsating ass muscles created a weird suction which pulled on the head of his prick.
He had to fight this and still remain gentle as he withdrew.
But at last, all that remained in Susan's ass was Greg's thick, bullet-shaped prick head, stretching the entrance of her little asshole. The girl was wildly thrashing her ass buns now, for it was torture to have only the entrance stretched and filled when the entire narrow passage up her ass channel was heaving and spasming for stimulation.
"Oh, God, I can't stand it!" she whined, tears starting in her eyes. "Shove it in! Stick me!"
Greg shook his head in disbelief. It was obvious this was the first time she'd ever been fucked up the ass, and already she was begging for more. He released her wet cunt and grabbed onto her hips. Then, tensing his whole body, he shoved forward.
"Aaaaaagh!" Susan screeched as a sharp stab of pain shot through her asshole, followed by a series of prickly, hot sensations that translated into pleasure. She shuddered and shook, confused and excited by all that she was feeling.
Greg hesitated, his cock half submerged in her hot ass guts as her whimpering subsided. "You okay, hon?"
"Ooooh-that was really rough! But I dig it! I'm really getting to love it. I want more!"
Susan turned to look at him over her shoulder, her eyes flashing.
Her wantonness excited Greg even more, and his cock fucked deeper into her asshole.
"Jesus!" Susan squealed, bucking forward. She grew dizzy for a moment, her breathing coming in gulps. But she steadied herself and shook her ass at her father, inviting still more punishment.
Greg was so turned on now, that he couldn't stop to worry about being gentle. He had to satisfy the deep churning need to come. The girl's ass was so marvelously tight, the muscles so savage in their greedy clasping, that he could no longer resist his instincts.
Rearing back, he plunged forward, fucking his big prick all the way up Susan's little ass, and as she wailed with the pleasure and pain of it, he pulled back until his prick was almost entirely out of her hot ass chute, only to fuck forward again.
His fingers dug into Susan's hips as he set up a fast, brutal fuck motion that shook the bed and jolted her entire body.
Susan, who had lost all control under this wild assault, was wailing and screaming and whimpering at the top of her lungs. Her ass burned and ached as her father fucked it with his thick, merciless prick. But at the same time, her ass was filled with a thousand little explosions of pleasure.
In many ways, her ass was more sensitive to touch than her cunt, and it wasn't just because it was so new to fucking, or because her asshole was so narrow and dry. She could feel every vein and ridge of her father's prick, could feel every pulse and tremor that shot through the cockshaft. No sooner did his prick, rammed up tightly in her ass, shudder with some new pleasure, than her ass tunnel quivered and convulsed in response. There was nothing quite like it, and she was going mad with the wild excitement of ass fucking.
She lurched forward, almost knocking her head against the headboard as Greg fucked into her, his prick bouncing off the very end of her ass tunnel, setting off a series of electric-like sensations that buzzed through her guts and vibrated in her clit and cunt.
He pulled his fucker out and stabbed at her ass again, and she shook and shuddered convulsively, her eyes nearly popping out of her head.
She felt his prick swell up suddenly, felt the cascade of slick pre-cum oozing from it and dribbling into her ass canal, and she knew he was very close to coming. She wanted to come at the same time he did, so she reached down and sought out her hard, trembling clit and began squeezing it hard.
"Aaaah!" she gasped, her ass and cunt contracting violently.
Greg groaned with pleasure at the sudden surge of muscular contractions in Susan's ass. Her hot ass tunnel had spasmed around his prick and clasped it tightly, milking it of pre-cum. The stimulation was too much for him, and with a shattering bellow, he fucked in as hard as he could, his cock spraying a huge load of greasy cum up Susan's ass.
"Shiiiiit!" she howled, as a grinding climax passed through her, tying her guts up in knots.
Her cunt spasmed and churned, spilling cunt cream out onto the bed, and her ass, hugging tightly to her father's prick, sizzled with a burning, prickly pleasure.
Finally, completely drained, Susan collapsed on the bed, her father on top of her, his prick still wedged up her asshole. They stayed there like that until her father eventually rolled off her, his prick popping out of her distended asshole with a smacking noise.
Susan rolled over on her side and clung to him, pressing her big tits against his sweaty, hairy chest.
"That was so good, Daddy," she murmured. "You are my Daddy, you know."
"Hmmm?" Greg was still groggy, and hadn't caught her real meaning.
Taking a deep breath, Susan continued: "I'm your daughter Susan-from Summerville. I've come to stay here with you."
"Wh-what?" Greg was suddenly fully alert. He sat up, wild-eyed, pushing her away from him.
"It's true," Susan said. "Here-look at this." She turned her leg and pointed to a long thin scar running up her calf. "Remember? You took me skating at Jessup Pond and Tommy Kirkpatrick skidded into me and knocked me over. The runner of his skate cut me, and you picked me up and dried the blood and kissed it for me ... "
"Jesus fuckin' Christ!" Greg cried. "I've fucked my own daughter!"
"Daddy-"
"You little whore-you're sick! Do you know what we've done?"
"Don't hate me, Daddy."
In the midst of his rage, he suddenly got control of himself, and looking at her evenly, he said: "You can stay here tonight, but I'm sending you back to your mother tomorrow."
"Please!" Susan cried. "I hate it there. She and the guy she married treat me awful. I love you."
But he got up, wrapped the sheet around his hips, covering his cock and balls, and moved off the bed. "I'm sleeping on the couch. You can have the bed." He stomped out of the room and slammed the door behind him Susan collapsed onto the bed and cried herself to sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
When Susan awoke, it was still dark outside. The wind had whipped up, scraping the branches of the tree outside of the bedroom against the windowpane. She shivered violently, feeling alone and afraid. Now that her father had rejected her and was threatening to send her back to her mother and stepfather, there was really only one thing left for her to do. She'd have to run away again.
Wearily, she got out of bed and dressed, then grabbed her few remaining clothes from the bureau drawer and stuffed them into her canvas bag.
I can sneak out of the house and go into town, and if there's no bus leaving tonight, I can try hitch-hiking, she thought.
Cautiously, she crept down the hall, tiptoeing past her father, who was asleep on the couch. She had her hand on the doorknob, ready to walk outside, when she felt him grip her shoulder. She staggered in surprise.
"Just where do you think you're going?"
Susan whirled around to face him, and she saw that his expression was one of concern, not anger.
"I-I-" All of the pain and fear she had been feeling washed over her, and unable to speak, she burst into racking sobs.
"All right, all right," Greg soothed, picking her up in his arms and carrying her to the couch. "Ssshhh-it's all right. We'll work this out." He was rocking her back and forth on his knee as if she were a little girl, kissing her softly on her brow.
Susan held onto him tightly, blinking back the tears. "They-they're so mean to me back in Summerville. The old man's either beating me or trying to get in my pants. And Ma hates me." She wiped her nose and looked up at him.
"Yes, baby, yes," he whispered, running his fingers through her silky blonde hair. "Maybe you can stay here after all. But we can't, er . . . "
"Fuck?" She felt his cock stirring in his undershorts, and though it was the last thing she wanted at that moment, her cunt began heating up, too.
"Well . . .yes. It's wrong."
"But we make each other feel so good. And besides, who's to know?"
By now, it was impossible to ignore the fact that his prick had swollen and stiffened to huge proportions. She shifted her position in his lap, trying to avoid all that hard, pulsing prick meat, but it was no use. She felt his cock twitching against her thigh.
She was really getting excited now, and she could feel that her father was trembling, straining to get his breath. Taking a chance, she reached down and grabbed his prick through his shorts. "See? You love me, and I love you, and that's all that matters. It's not like you're taking advantage of me or anything."
Before Greg had a chance to answer, she pulled her T-shirt over her head, exposing her big tits. Grabbing her father's trembling hand, she placed it on her tight tit.
He started to protest, but unable to help himself, he began kneading the succulent tit flesh.
"Yes, Daddy, yes," Susan cooed as she reached down into his shorts and hauled out his huge, throbbing cock.
Slowly, lovingly, she began to jack on his prick, paying special attention to the sensitive underside at the bottom of the cock head. As she tickled and massaged this area, Greg groaned with arousal, digging his fingers deeper into her spongy tit flesh.
She leaned over and kissed him passionately on the lips, then put her mouth to his ear and whispered: "I'll do anything for you. Anything at all. What would you like?"
He stopped mauling her tits and looked at her with smoldering eyes, then shook his head. "No."
"Yes!" She squeezed his cock, and it spasmed, leaking a stream of pre-cum onto her thigh. "Tell me. I want to."
She could feel his heart racing, his thighs quivering. She continued to jack on his cock, and now she reached for his balls, rolling them over in her hand.
"You know how much you liked it when I fucked your ass?" Greg asked, drawing her close to him and rubbing around the tender rim of her asshole.
"Of course."
"Well, uh, I like to have my ass reamed out, too-only with a tongue."
Susan stopped fondling his balls. Her jaw dropped open in surprise. True, she had promised him that she would do anything he asked. But was she really up to licking out his ass?"
"Well, baby?" he asked timidly.
She hesitated only for a moment. "Of course I will!"
Climbing down off his lap, she reached over and pulled at the waistband of his shorts, drawing them down his legs and off his feet.
But first, she couldn't resist one loving suck on his gorgeous cock before she turned to his ass. She quickly slurped his prick head into her mouth and ran her tongue around it, shivering at the feel of all that taut, rubbery prick flesh. Secretly, she wished she could suck him off instead of reaming his ass, for there was nothing she liked better than a mouthful of his hot, rich cum.
But she knew what he really wanted, and reluctantly, she let his cock head slip from her mouth.
Shaking with excitement, Greg got off the couch and crouched on the floor on all fours, exposing his firm, muscular ass for Susan's appreciation.
Susan was afraid she might not be able to go through with it, so obscene did ass-licking seem to her. But she knew that she had to try, so she crawled up behind him, grabbing his ass cheeks and pulling them apart, revealing his small brown asshole.
As she leaned in closer, she was hit immediately by the acrid smell of sweat. Much fainter but equally startling was the bittersweet smell of shit. Closing her eyes and holding her breath, she stuck out her tongue and dragged it up the sweaty cleft of his ass.
He groaned and shuddered, his asshole pulsing, his cock spasming upward. Susan paused, expecting to be nauseated, but finding to her delight that her father's ass didn't taste bad at all. In fact, she rather liked the taste. She swiped her tongue up his ass crack once again, and as before, he groaned and shuddered. She could see his asshole opening and closing as the muscles inside contracted violently.
She felt her own ass contract with arousal, and a little stream of cunt cream seeped out between her legs. Now she began licking in the hollow of his ass crack with the broad side of her tongue, bathing the sensitive flesh in saliva, delighting in the way her father's asshole opened and closed, spasmed and heated up every time her tongue passed over it.
"Oh, baby, you're killing me!" Greg groaned, bucking his ass up at her.
She saw that he had grabbed his cock, was stroking on it hard. Immediately, she felt a twinge in her restless clit, which was vibrating so hard she thought she could feel it pounding against her cunt lips.
Finding that she was able to keep her father's ass cheeks apart with only one hand, she slid the other one down to her creamy pussy, prying apart her sticky cunt labia so she could manipulate her clit. At the first light touch, she squealed with pleasure, for her clit sparked with hot flashes of intense sensation. This shock of pleasure energized her for the task at hand. With renewed vigor, she pressed her face to her father's ass, and pointing her tongue, dragged it around and around the highly sensitive ring of muscle at the entrance of his asshole.
His powerful spasms of excitement reassured her that she was pleasing him, and gathering up all her courage, she shoved her tongue past his ass ring into the hot depths of his asshole.
"Aaaaugh!" Greg gasped, grasping his prick hard at the root so he wouldn't shoot. "Baby!"
Susan was amazed at how simple it had been, and far from being disgusted, she was turned on by this new experience. The gritty interior of her father's steamy asshole was a new territory to explore, and it allowed her the unique opportunity to fuck into his body instead of always being penetrated, herself.
She could feel his muscles contracting around her probing tongue, and in an effort to stimulate him still further, she rotated it, scraping it along the walls of his ass, arousing sensations that sent him groaning and bucking and begging for mercy.
Encouraged, Susan jabbed the tip of her tongue to the left, poking it deeply into his sensitive ass wall. Then she sliced it back and forth so she could lick his ass walls with the flat raspy side.
"Goddamn!" Greg groaned, jacking hard on his cock. "Tongue-fuck me, honey!"
Quickly, Susan withdrew her tongue, coated lightly now with acrid ass juices, and fucked it in again. With this action, she launched into a hard fast fuck rhythm that had her father gasping and moaning wildly. Faster and faster she reamed out his ass, making sure to scrape it now and again along the sensitive walls, scooping up the ass juices that were flowing.
"I'm coming, baby, I'm coming," Greg groaned.
Relentlessly, Susan kept up the pace of her tongue-fucking while increasing the pressure on her hot, throbbing clit. Then, all at once, her father's ass clamped tightly around her jabbing tongue, squeezing it so hard, she thought it was going to be ripped right out of her mouth.
His whole body shook; his balls trembled in their tight leathery sac. The moment of tension was unbearable, and then, with a loud bellow of release, he humped forward and shot a heavy load of cum across the floor.
Another strong contraction of his ass muscles shot Susan's tongue out of his grimy asshole, and she fell back on her ass, splaying her legs.
Greg, still coming down from his mind-boggling orgasm, whirled around, and seeing that his gorgeous daughter was trying to bring herself off too, he came immediately to her aid. Pushing her panties down and burying his face in her hot, furry cunt muff, he dug out her clit with his tongue and battered at it until he felt her shaking and spamming toward a powerful climax.
Tossing back and forth, her hair thrashing from side to side, Susan clamped her thighs against her father's head, holding him steady as he licked at her hard red clit and brought her to the very brink of ecstasy.
"Oh, Christ! This is it!" she cried, slamming her palms against the floor. "I'm coming! Coming!" Arching her back and extending her legs, she let go, and a rush of pure blissful sensation overcame her, sending her higher and higher into an ecstasy she had never known before.
The room seemed to whirl about her. She could not distinguish her father from herself, and for one blinding moment, she felt they were one and the same person. And then she lay still and content.
"You're so wonderful, Daddy," she murmured, opening her eyes to look up at him.
"You're the wonder, sweetheart," he said, crouching by her side.
She saw gratitude in his eyes, and she purred with pleasure when he began showering her with kisses. When he'd covered every inch of her tits, belly and thighs, he turned her over on her stomach and licked and kissed her ass and back.
He was just about to pry apart her high, tiny ass buns, when she interrupted him: "Not now, Daddy. I had a great come, but I'm exhausted."
"Baby, I just want to taste your sweet ass. You don't have to come again, or even get excited. All you have to do is close your eyes and relax, and I'll make you feel real good."
"Mmmm, when you put it like that ..."
Susan did just as he suggested, closing her eyes and drifting off into a cozy state between sleep and wakefulness, still remaining open to the delicate sensations her father's loving care was bringing her.
He sat gazing at his daughter's tiny pink asshole for several moments and then, very gently, lowered his face to the tender flesh. It was covered with a fine mist of sweat, and here and there were little dried spots of cunt cream.
He inhaled deeply, savoring the luscious, sexy smell of her ass, and then he softly licked up her ass crack, just as she had done for him.
"Aaaaah," Susan sighed, shifting slightly.
Her father's tongue work felt good; it was relaxing for her, and she gave herself up to it fully.
Once again, Greg swiped his tongue up her ass crack, lingering for only a split-second at her little asshole. Up and down, up and down he laved, using all of his self-control to keep his passion in check.
Susan wasn't immediately aware that her cunt was pulsing rhythmically or that cunt juice was seeping steadily from it. She just felt very warm and open. Mild sensations of pleasure were washing over her asshole, and she wriggled her ass in delight as her father continued to patiently massage her.
But the first time he fucked his tongue into her little asshole, she felt a tremor of sheer lust pass through her entire body, fading away as soon as he withdrew.
Still, that sudden jolt of excitement started her hips gyrating to a sensual rhythm, sent her heart fluttering with arousal. So when he fucked his tongue in the next time, her entire body ignited with desire, her ass muscles clinging to his tongue.
But Greg pulled his tongue out quickly, keeping his fuck-strokes like little rabbit punches. It was torture, because these rapid-fire, teasing jabs were creating a great itch of need deep within Susan's cunt.
"Daddy!" she gasped. "Fuck my ass! I can't stand it!"
But he didn't give in right away. Instead, he plied her horny little ass with a machine-gun barrage of little fuck-strokes with his tongue.
"Ungh! Ungh! Screw me! Please, Daddy!" Susan begged, her body on fire with desire.
Smiling, Greg took a deep breath and at last rammed his tongue up her asshole as far as it would go.
"Aaaaah!" Susan gasped, her eyes bulging from their sockets.
It felt as if a bolt of lightning had streaked up her ass and frazzled her guts. She floundered on the floor, rolling on her belly, thrusting her ass up, trying to take in more of her father's tongue.
Greg grabbed her firmly at the hips to keep her still while he gave her ass an incredible reaming, and it excited Susan to be held still like that. There was a tinge of rape to it. But it was really frightening because she gave herself up to him willingly-trusted him completely.
Greg nuzzled her ass playfully and then fucked his tongue deep into her ass. His technique was to turn it from side to side, rotating the bumpy surface along the slick walls of her asshole. Then he would dart it back and forth so rapidly, he set up a kind of current that moved to her cunt and clit, setting them to pulsing and vibrating to the same wild rhythm.
"Augh! No! Too much!" Susan cried, and with a wild surge of energy, she tried to break free of her father's firm grip.
At that instant, Greg slapped her ass cheek hard with the palm of his hand, and this sudden unexpected action sent her careening into yet another powerful orgasm.
When the last tremors of release had faded and she lay panting and weak on the floor, Greg gently lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
"We won't ever have to .sleep apart again," he murmured, laying her down on the bed, then sliding in beside her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Susan poured herself another cup of coffee and gazed out the window at the bright sunshine filtering through the trees into the back yard garden. She felt content and safe-happier than she could ever remember. The past week had been full of delights. She and her father had really gotten to know each other, in bed and out, and it was pretty much decided that she'd be staying with him.
She sighed, thinking about the way he had fucked her that morning-slow and sweet, whispering mildly shocking things in her ear, which was one of his ways of teasing her and getting her hotter.
She was aroused suddenly from her sexy thoughts by loud knocking, and setting down her coffee cup, she called: "Coming!" and raced for the front door.
She swung the door open, smiling pleasantly, but when she looked up into the leering face of the hulking man on the doorstep, she screamed and tried to slam the door shut.
But the man easily caught the edge of the door and pushed it back. "Hello, Susan," he said in a menacing voice.
"No-get out!" she cried, and she turned and ran down the hall toward her bedroom, thinking to lock herself in.
But he was too fast for her, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her to him. When she tried to break away, he easily grabbed hold of her other arm as well, making it impossible for her to escape.
"Why Susan, aren't you glad to see me?" he taunted. "Didn't you realize I'd know where to find you?" He bent down, bringing his face close to hers. "I'm takin' you home, little girl!"
"I'll scream-I'll call for Daddy."
He laughed. "I happen to know that your old man left for work hours ago. I saw him leave, myself. He won't be back till this evening. And you'll be long gone by then."
"Jake-please! Leave me alone!" she gasped, tears starting in her eyes. "Let the past be past. I swear I'll never tell my father what you did to me. I never told Ma! Why can't you just leave me be?"
"I miss you too much, baby!"
Her stepfather pressed her to him in a bone-crushing embrace, flattening her tits against his chest. Then he lowered his face over hers, and when she tried to turn away, he took her delicate chin in his beefy hand and forced her to look up at him.
"No!" she groaned.
But he kissed her hard on-the lips and began slobbering over her cheeks and down her neck. With all of her strength, Susan pulled away.
Angered, he growled: "I've come for what's due me!" Then, with a sudden, brutal motion, he yanked down the front of her blouse, sending the buttons flying, revealing the big fleshy mounds of her tits.
"No!" She kicked out at him, catching him in the shin, and as he let go of her arm in surprise, she broke free and ran down the hall.
Bellowing like a bull, he was after her at once, throwing himself forward, tackling her to the floor.
Susan landed so hard, she was dazed for several seconds, and Jake took the opportunity to tug at her pants and panties, pulling them down her legs and off her feet. His mouth watered at the sight of her gorgeous little ass buns, quivering under his gaze.
Sliding his callused hand down between her legs, he sought out her little cunt and fucked one stubby finger inside.
"Aaugh! No!" Susan wailed. Her hot, tight cunt was as dry as a bone, and his knuckle skinned the sensitive cunt walls.
Smiling at her cry of pain, Jake stuck another finger up her little pussy and began fucking them both in and out savagely.
"God, no!" she cried again, but this only goaded him on to further cruelty.
"Take this and this and this!" he rasped, jabbing in and curling his fingers deep in her battered cunt, so his rough knuckles scratched against her dry cunt walls and his dirty, jagged nails tore into the tender flesh.
When she was crying miserably, choking on her tears, he pulled his fingers from her pussy and grabbing her by the shoulders, turned her over onto her back.
The look of hate in her eyes was so intense, it startled Jake for a moment. But when the shock wore off, he dropped his knee onto her stomach, pinning her to the floor, and stared right back at her.
"Cunt!" he spat, and he threw himself on top of her, sinking his teeth into her left tit.
Susan screeched in pain, then raised her fists, punching him as hard as she could. But he seemed not to feel the blows at all. Instead, he just kept licking and chewing on her reddening tit flesh, leaving large ugly welts on her milky skin.
"Oh, God! Stop! Stop!" Susan wailed, tears coursing down her face.
But Jake merely moved on to her other tit, sucking the nipple between his lips and biting down on it.
Susan swooned with pain, feeling herself mercifully falling into a misty, gray nothingness. But Jake soon brought her back by slapping her hard in the face.
"I'm gonna fuck you, you ungrateful cunt!" he rasped, unfastening his pants and pulling them down past his fat white ass.
Susan shuddered with hate and disgust as he hauled out his stiff, throbbing prick. It was very long and thin, the cock head mushroom-shaped. Pre-cum was dripping from the distended piss slit.
Susan thought that she would rather die than let him run his slimy prick up her cunt, and with one last valiant effort, she tried rolling away from him. But he was ready for her, slapping her down brutally.
She twisted and bucked beneath him, trying to keep him from slipping his cock between her legs, but his weight was too much for her, and with little trouble, he reached down and yanked apart her cunt lips, aiming his prick head at the opening of her cunt.
Susan choked with anger and pain as he thrust forward. Her cunt was so dry, her stepfather's cock knob could not push past the tight ring of muscle at the entrance.
"Ummph!" He pushed forward again, and though the thick, rubbery cock head stretched Susan's tight, unyielding cunt hole, still, he could not push past her resisting pussy muscles.
Grunting like an animal, he pulled out, spit into his hand, and then rubbed his palm over his prick knob, mixing his saliva with the pre-cum still oozing from his cock head. All this he managed while still remaining stretched on top of his stepdaughter, his weight preventing her struggles against him from doing any good.
Satisfied that his prick could now ram past Susan's resisting little cunt hole, Jake reared back, and with a sudden, savage thrust, fucked his cock so hard up her narrow cunt, the cock head rebounded against the end of her cunt tunnel.
"Aaugh!" Susan screamed, as sharp stabs of pain shot through her cunt and guts.
"Yeah!" Jake gasped, grabbing her tits and mauling them brutally as he raised his ass, withdrawing inch after inch of his long prick.
Shuddering with lust, Jake heaved forward again, fucking into Susan's cunt, the friction of his cock shaft against the dry, contracted walls of her cunt causing her such pain that she yelped like a wounded puppy.
"Stop, stop, stop!" she pleaded, though she knew there was no hope of that.
Jake had already fallen into a steady rhythm, and he was fucking Susan's cunt with single-minded determination. The lurid sound of their slapping flesh echoed off the walls, and his grunts of excitement and her cries of pain grew louder and louder.
"You want it! You've always wanted it!" he rasped at her as his fuck pace increased.
He pressed his mouth to hers, trying to force his tongue between her lips. And she rolled her head from side to side, making it impossible for him. In a rage, he scraped his fingernails down her tits and across her nipples, drawing blood.
Susan gritted her teeth and clamped her eyes shut, trying to keep from screaming, for she realized that this only turned on her stepfather more. Once again, she felt herself wavering on the edge of consciousness when, fluttering her eyelids weakly, she caught a glimpse of someone standing behind her attacker.
"Daddy!" she cried, opening her eyes wide.
Greg grabbed Jake by the shoulders, taking him completely by surprise, and yanked him up off Susan. Jake bellowed in pain and shock, his balls spasming wildly, his whole cock shuddering. As his prick pulled free of Susan's cunt, a high white arc of thick cum shot from the cock head and splattered into her belly.
Quickly, she grabbed her pants and wiped the cum off of herself, using all of her willpower to keep from throwing up. Meanwhile, Greg had thrown Jake against the wall and punched him in the stomach. Then he hit him clean and hard with an upper-cut to the jaw.
The burly man slumped to the floor, and Greg staggered toward him, but Susan grabbed him by the arm. "No, Daddy, that's enough! That's enough! I'm all right!"
But he didn't listen, shaking her free of his arm. He reached down, dragged Jake up by the collar of his shirt and punched him in the nose. Blood spurted down his face and shirt, and he sank to the floor again.
"Daddy-that's enough!" Susan begged. "That's Ma's husband. Let him go now, and he won't bother us again--I'm sure of it! We don't want any more trouble!" Susan was terribly afraid that somehow or other the law might get mixed up in this whole sad affair, and then she might end up getting taken away from her father.
Greg seemed suddenly to come to his senses. "Get up," he ordered Jake, towering over him. Warily, Jake wobbled to his feet. "If I ever see you again, I'll kill you. Hear me? Now get out of here."
As fast as he could Jake, stumbled out the open door and into the car he'd left parked out front. Greg turned to Susan and took her into his arms. It was only then that Susan, her face pressed to his warm body, began to cry softly.
Susan emerged from the bathroom, freshly bathed, dressed in the sheer peach-colored negligee her father had bought for her. Her lip was swollen, and there was a dark bruise on her cheek, but she was feeling much better. When he saw her, Greg stopped pacing back and forth.
"Baby?" he stepped toward her, an anxious look on his face.
"I'm okay, Daddy," she said softly, letting him run his fingers through her soft hair.
"When I think of what more he might have done to you if I hadn't come home to pick up that wrench-"
"It's over now," she said firmly. "And we're together."
"Yes, baby." He lifted Susan into his arms and sat down on the couch with her in his lap.
"But do you know what? I don't think I'll feel really clean and whole again until you fuck me."
"But Susan . . . after what you've been through ..."
"But that's the way I feel," she said, nuzzling his neck, kissing his cheek and passing her lips lightly over his ear.
She felt him respond immediately, his breathing becoming rough and irregular, his cock beginning to throb in his pants.
"How do you feel about me?" she whispered. "Do you still want to fuck me after that pig had his-"
"God, how can you ask that, honey?" he said, letting his hands slip over the smooth, sheer material covering her tits.
"Mmmmmmm, that's nice." She lifted the hem of her negligee up over her cunt mound and then reached up to guide his hands to her pussy. "I'm creaming for you."
As soon as Greg felt the warm moist flesh of his daughter's wonderful little cunt, he groaned with desire, but held back from playing with her succulent little cunt lips.
Susan hunched forward, pressing her wet cunt hole against his hand, leaving a coating of sticky cunt cream on it. "What are you waiting for, Daddy?" she whispered huskily in his ear.
"I don't want to hurt you . . . you've been through so much."
"I'll only be hurt if you don't fuck me," she replied, sliding her wet pussy up his hand again.
"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned, and he reached down in his lap and unhooked his belt and zipper, quickly grabbing his thick, hard prick out of his fly.
Susan's eyes grew wide when she saw how hard his cock was already. Unconsciously licking her lips, she moved back onto his knees, spreading her legs wide, so his prick was aimed right at her cunt slit.
"I want to fuck sitting right on your lap," she purred.
Grasping his throbbing prick at the base, she held it steady while she inched up on his lap, pressing her cunt hole to his wide rubbery prick knob. Then she moved his cock up and down in her wet pussy slit, bathing the cock head in her slick cunt juice.
"Oooooh, that's so good," she sighed, moving even closer, setting the cock knob right into the inner groove of her cunt, her fat cunt lips parting as the fleshy cock head locked into her pussy hole.
"God, you're right. I want to fuck you!" Greg groaned.
Putting his arms around her, he pulled her in toward him, forcing her cunt farther and farther onto his cock, until she was completely impaled on his prick.
Their groins were touching now, and Susan lifted her legs and wrapped them around her father's waist, crossing them behind his back. In this position, Susan's cunt felt especially stretched and full, the cunt walls automatically contracting around her father's deeply embedded cock.
Breathlessly excited, they hugged each other close, Susan's hard nipples poking through the sheer material of her negligee into her father's chest. Tensely, he massaged her back. So incredibly good was the massaging action of her supple cunt, that he had to grit his teeth to keep from shooting his cum load immediately.
When the crisis passed, and they both began breathing more evenly, Susan started rocking back and forth on her ass cheeks, launching into a gentle, rhythmic fuck pace that kept their pleasure increasingly steadily. These were no wild, savage fuck thrusts, but regular, controlled movements. Greg's cock remained shoved up her cunt most of the time, fucking back and forth within it an inch or two, never completely uncovered.
This steady, even fucking rhythm allowed father and daughter to explore each other's body and try out new erotic tricks. Susan, for the first time ever, began to concentrate on her father's small reddish-brown nipples. Playfully, she flicked her fingers at them, then pressed down on them with her thumbs. When he responded by groaning with pleasure, his ass flexing violently in the chair and his cock spasming in her cunt, Susan's eyes opened wide with curiosity and delight.
Never had she dreamed that men's tits were as sensitive as women's. But it was pretty clear that even a light touch on her father's nipples excited him tremendously. She shivered with excitement, contracting her cunt around his pulsing prick, then she pressed down on his nipples again, this time rotating them in one direction and then another.
"Oh, baby!" he groaned, and he bucked up at her, fucking his prick hard into the sensitive flesh at the end of her cunt tunnel.
Hundreds of sparks of pleasure shot through Susan's cunt and ass, and she began trembling with uncontrollable desire, all thoughts of maintaining a slow steady fuck rhythm evaporating as her need to come sharpened to unbearable intensity.
She could feel her orgasm fast approaching; she knew that soon she would be hurtling headlong into a mind-boggling orgasm, and she wanted to take her father with her. So as she fucked forward onto his prick and pried her cunt loose, she began twisting his nipples violently.
"Aw, shit!" Greg gasped, his face reddening, a big vein pulsing at his temple.
"I'm gonna come!" Susan groaned, screwing her eyes up into tortured little slits, bouncing hard off her father's quivering thighs. "Gonna come now!"
At the exact moment she felt the first wild, prickly jabs of ultimate release, she dug her nails right into the centers of her father's nipples. Stunned, he gasped and fucked up hard into her cunt, shuddering convulsively before letting rip with a big load of hot, greasy cum.
"Oh, yeah!" Susan groaned as she felt herself being filled with the sticky stuff.
His cum clung to the sides of her aching cunt, soothing the bruises, its heat adding to the many sensations she was experiencing as she soared into a state of ecstasy.
When it was over, she smiled dreamily up at Greg, and clasped him to her, rubbing her soft cheek against his rough whiskers.
"That's all I really needed to feel right again," she whispered. "Lots of sweet loving."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"What's that you're reading, Susan?" Greg asked as he came in from his workshop, wiping his hands on a grease-stiffened rag. "You had your nose stuck in that magazine even before I went out to work on the car."
"Oh, something super interesting!" she said, smiling up mysteriously at him from the easy chair.
He sauntered over to where she was sitting and, peering over her shoulder, saw a graphic picture of a man and a woman fucking. The woman was down on her hands and knees, her massive tits hanging to the ground. The man was kneeling behind her, fucking her from behind.
"Jesus! What d'ya got there?" He snatched the magazine from her, thumbing through it quickly. "Where on earth did you get this?"
Susan giggled. "I was cleaning out the closet today, and I found that and a lot of others like it stashed away in the back."
Greg looked down at his shoes in obvious embarrassment. "Hell, what do you expect? I'm a red-blooded male. But I don't need those anymore-not with you around."
"Hey, no need for apologies. I think they're great. They have some really neat ideas in there!"
Smiling, Greg crossed his arms and sat on the arm of the chair. "Like what?"
"Like people covering themselves in oil and slipping and sliding all over the place while they fuck. They have all sorts of pictures of people doing it that way in there. It's really sexy. Have you ever done it that way, Daddy?"
"No, of course not. It's really not-"
"Aw, c'mon, Daddy. Couldn't we try it?" She pulled her T-shirt off in one quick movement and, cupping her tits in her hands, she said: "Wouldn't it be nice to just slide your whole body over these in one, long, movement? Or hump this without so much resistance?" She turned around and dropped her elasticized shorts, and since she was wearing no panties underneath, immediately revealed her rosy little ass.
"God, Susan-you know what that does to me," her father said hoarsely. He reached for her.
Giggling, she twirled away from him. "Get the tarp, Daddy, and spread it out on the grass in the back yard. And I'll bring the oil. Then you can fuck me all you want!" She raced away into the kitchen, her tits bouncing, her ass cheeks jiggling.
A few moments later, she came outside, completely nude, a bottle of cooking oil under her arm. Greg was already stretched out on the large green tarp which he'd spread out on the lawn.
His prick, partially hard, began twitching to life when he saw her approaching. She sat down beside him, raising her face to the bright sun, feeling so happy and alive that she thought she would burst with joy.
"Lucky our nearest neighbor is two miles away," she giggled.
Then she turned to Greg and kissed him long and hard on the mouth. When at last she broke away from him, she uncapped the bottle of oil and poured some into the palm of her hand. This she rubbed into her big tits with slow circular motions, till they glistened in the sun.
"Mmmmm, that feels good," she sighed, looking at her father eagerly.
"Here, let me help," he said, taking the bottle from her and pouring some oil into his palm as well.
He grabbed her arm and rubbed the oil smoothly over her skin, working his way to her shoulder and down her back. Susan could tell that he was getting excited.
His prick, by now completely hard, pulsed with energy. Susan grasped his hard-on in her oily hand. As she jerked up on it, she was surprised at how quickly her hand slid to the very tip. The oil lubed his cock shaft so effectively that she could only skim along its gnarly curves. Yet she delighted in the smooth, slick feel of its rubbery surface in her greasy grip.
Greg groaned with pleasure, halting in mid-stroke on her back as the sensations of pleasure careened up his cock stalk and throughout his entire body. But he soon returned to his task by gently removing Susan's slippery hand from his cock and making her lie down on her back, so he could rub oil into every inch of her supple flesh.
Up and down her long slender thighs he rubbed the glistening oil. Then he traveled up to her hips and groin, massaging the soothing liquid into her flawless golden skin. And every hollow and curve in her lush body was dramatically accented when the sun bounced off her coating of oil.
Susan purred like a kitten under his steady, gentle massage. The hot sun, the warm oil, the smooth caresses were bringing her to a state of heady, sensual excitement. And when her father eased the oil around her already-creaming cunt, she groaned with pleasure, sending a flood of thick rich cunt cream out onto his hand.
"Oooooh, baby, you're hot!" he rasped, turning her over onto her belly so he could give her ass the same treatment.
Around and around the high, firm ass cheeks he rubbed the oil, dipping now and then into the hot moist cleft between her ass buns. Susan, grinding her ass in a circular motion and pressing her cunt into the tarp, was delighted by the easy, frictionless way her body moved. She could hardly wait till her father covered himself with oil, too.
Greg rubbed oil down Susan's thighs and calves and ankles, and even between her toes until she was covered in it. Then he quickly did the same for himself, pouring oil onto his thighs and chest and ass and rubbing it in thoroughly, leaving a fine sheen of slickness all over his skin.
"Here I come, baby," he said, moving toward her.
Susan, still lying on her stomach, felt him mount her, his groin and stiff cock pressing into her ass crack; his sleek chest moving in easy circles over her back. They slid forward together on the tarp, and Susan squealed with excitement, her nipples whizzing along the fine-grained tarp material, stimulating her tremendously.
Though Greg had difficulty getting a firm hold on Susan's greasy ass cheeks, he still managed to slip his cock past her ass and into the sweet warmth of her juicy cunt.
"Aaaah," she sighed. And when she writhed with pleasure, she sent them both careening to the edge of the tarp.
"Shit!" Greg gasped, exhilarated by this rare experience. When he fucked forward farther into Susan's cunt, they both slid again, this time to the other corner of the tarp.
Susan could hardly believe the tremendous sensuality of feeling her father's muscular body slickened by oil, sliding all over her backside. It was as if she were getting to know him physically all over again. Each time he shoved his prick into her, his groin and chest and legs slid over her body, his cock being his only anchor. It was as if she had grown a whole new network of nerves on the surface of her skin, so sensitive was she to every change of pressure and texture.
She wondered about all the possibilities for changing fuck positions. With all this ease of movement, it would be easy to wriggle into any number of good poses. Eager to experiment, she shimmied her stomach and hips in such a way that she slid halfway out from under her father. This sent them whizzing down the length of the tarp. Laughing and gasping with pleasure and fun, they both gently shifted over onto their sides, managing to keep Greg's prick lodged securely in Susan's cunt.
The hot sun shone down on them, heating up the oil and sweat that covered them, giving them a rich, steamy sensual feeling like nothing either had ever experienced before.
"God, this is good," Susan sighed, wrapping her thigh tightly around her father's.
They began fucking, face to face on their sides, Susan's tits sliding against Greg's slicked-down chest, their tummies and groins swishing back and forth with almost no friction. It was wildly delightful, taking nothing away from the sharp thrills searing through cunt and cock.
And that was what was so fantastic about this kind of fucking. While all was sheer, effortless touch and sensation on the outside- their bodies sliding over the tarp, their flesh sliding and slipping together lightly-inside Susan's cunt, the friction was wonderful. Supple cunt muscles flexed around thick, stiff cock meat, milking it, exerting tremendous suction.
The sensations pulsing throughout Susan's cunt and clit were incredibly intense. Her asshole pulsed open and closed, her thighs quivered with the sexual tension. And yet, the seriousness of all this agonizing lust was lightened by her father's playfulness, the clumsy, slippery maneuvers on the tarp. It was a new experience for Susan.
"I want to get on top," she laughed, and she heaved up off the tarp, only to slip back down off her father, landing on her ass. Exerting her cunt muscles to their utmost, she managed to keep his prick inside. Again, she heaved herself up off the tarp, and this time, flung herself over her father, straightening him out on his back so she could land on him, belly to belly.
The sharp movement sent them zinging horizontally over the tarp, stopping only when Susan stuck her foot out onto the grass and dug it in. She was giddy with laughter and arousal, for Greg's prick was pulsing and lurching in her cunt, and her clit was vibrating with need.
Lying full length over her father, she slipped her elbows under his armpits, and eased herself up and off his prick so only the cock head remained wedged in her hot, tight cunt.
"Ungh!" Greg groaned as his thick sticky prick was exposed-to the air and sunlight. He humped back at her, wanting to fuck his prick meat back into the moist warmth of her writhing pussy. But she locked her pussy onto his prick head by contracting her cunt muscles hard.
Now she began gyrating her hips, sliding her cunt mound around and around on his pelvis bone. The oil eased the movement, so there was no uncomfortable scraping or bruising- only the most delightful stimulation of her horny clit.
"Oh, yeah, that's great!" she gasped, closing her eyes and shifting to a forward-backward fucking motion. Her tits slid up Greg's chest to right beneath his chin, and then down his chest again, the nipples sliding over his matted chest hair.
"Susan, honey!" Greg groaned, wildly thrilled by the feel of her heavy tits moving so sensually along his flesh.
He bucked up at her again, and this time, Susan relaxed her cunt muscles, letting his big thick cock fuck deep into her pussy. Exerting her remarkable control over her cunt, she caused the cunt muscles to ripple over his rubbery prick, massaging it expertly. Then she lunged forward, whipping her pussy off of his prick and sending them both sliding toward the other end of the tarp.
Susan threw back her head and laughed, at the same time alternating her position so that Greg's cock head was nudging her little pink ass hole. Closing her eyes and gritting her teeth, she slammed back and yelped in pain as Greg's cock was forced halfway up her narrow ass chute.
"Jesus Christ!" Greg gasped as he felt his cock squeezed and compressed into her tight asshole.
Shivering with discomfort but determined to make it into pleasure, Susan began rocking back and forth, back and forth, easing her strained muscles, fucking more and more of her father's prick into her ass. Blinking rapidly to hold back the tears, she rested for several moments. Her breathing was shallow and irregular, her head felt light, as if she might faint. The sun seemed to become too hot, too bright for her. But the spell passed, and her ass actually felt good now, filled as it was with all that luscious prick meat.
Very slowly and carefully, Susan leaned forward, allowing an inch of two of her father's fat prick to escape her asshole. She looked down into Greg's face and saw that it was strained with pent-up excitement and a trace of pain. She lowered her lips to his and kissed him, licking up the salty sweat and oil, then slipped her tongue into his mouth, lashing it against his.
As she felt his prick spasm and jerk in her ass, stretching the walls of her little asshole to the limit, she pressed her clit down into his groin, setting off such sharp sensations that she began to jerk and quiver uncontrollably, accidentally heaving backward and fucking his big prick up her ass again. This time, the cock head fucked deep into her ass guts.
Susan's eyes rolled and she began to gasp and growl deep in her throat as the most remarkable feelings jetted through her ass guts, moving on to her clit and cunt. It felt as if he had penetrated to the very center of her being, had touched on some magic button that brought about pure ecstasy.
"Aaaaaiie!" she screeched as the pleasure reached its peak, causing her to shake and shudder, sending them both on a mad ride this way and that over the tarp.
Greg, too, was caught up in the wild fucking. He humped and bucked up at her, reaching up and pressing down on her ass, so his prick would keep stabbing at the end of her ass tunnel.
"I'm coming! Christ, I'm coming!" he screamed. Pulling his prick out a few inches, he fucked it back in, spewing cum up her tortured little ass.
Susan was already far gone as climax after climax ripped through her pussy. She didn't know how much time had passed when at last she came down to her ordinary senses. Her father was still lying beneath her, breathing deeply and regularly, his arms clasped around her. He was asleep. His cock was still in her ass, though it had deflated somewhat and wasn't stretching the delicate tissues as it had before.
Susan crawled forward, letting his prick slip from her greasy asshole, and rolled off of him. He murmured contentedly in his sleep, reaching out for her, and she clasped his hand warmly, kissing it, licking up the oil from it.
She licked the sensation of laving up his slick, oily skin. And growing more refreshed by the moment, she got up onto her knees and began licking and kissing his arm and shoulder, then down his side, veering over to his sweaty, musty groin.
She nuzzled his balls, which had a rich, yeasty smell to them now, and began licking around them. Then she moved onto his sticky prick, which was still semi-hard and twitching, swelling up again. She was amazed that after their tremendous fuck, he was heading for a wet dream.
Lightly, she ran her tongue up his prick, scooping up the oil and jizz, the cunt cream and ass juice. It all melded together into an odd, gamy taste, which she wasn't at all sure she liked. She took another experimental swipe and let the juices roll over her tongue. Kind of interesting, she thought. And she positioned herself so that she could take his entire prick into her mouth.
Sucking her lips in around her teeth, she moved down toward his balls, letting her tongue swirl around his fat prick. Then she moved her head back, took a deep breath, and skillfully took the cock head and part of the cock shaft into her throat, gulping rapidly to get her breath.
Her tits were heaving, and her clit was vibrating with renewed excitement now that she had deep-throated her father's slimy cock. His prick, responding immediately to the pressure of her mouth and throat, had rapidly swollen to full size. With tremendous control, she began exercising her throat muscles so they rippled up and down the big cock rod, massaging it gently but firmly.
She could feel his prick jerk and spasm, could see him, still asleep, turn his head restlessly from side to side, his eyelids twitching, his thighs quivering. Slowly, she eased back, relaxing her throat muscles and letting his prick head slide back up into her mouth so that it rested heavily on her tongue. Then she ran the tip of her tongue around and around the cock tip, tickling the underside. He jerked violently, and she poked into the piss slit. Again, Greg quivered and lurched, sending his prick ramming against her tonsils.
But she soon tired of this, wanting to feel prick fucked down her sensitive throat again, and she artfully swallowed his cock down her gullet, so that his hard, heavy balls were pressed right up against her chin. As she massaged his prick shaft with her supple throat muscles, she now began to make deep growling and humming noises in her chest.
"Unngh, ungh!" he groaned in his sleep, his head tossing from side to side. His fingers opened and closed spastically; his toes raised off the tarp and spread unnaturally.
Susan could see that this was going to be a tremendous orgasm, and she continued with her exotic chanting while she took his balls in her hands and massaged them gently.
His prick spasmed, butting against the walls of her throat, and a slick stream of pre-cum slipped down into her belly! Faster and faster she rippled her throat muscles around his sensitive prick, and she deepened the humming, growling noises she was making in her throat and chest, so that the vibrations bombarding his prick were even stronger.
Greg was absolutely rigid for a moment, his whole body seeming to be caught in a severe cramp. Then he thrust upward, moaning loudly. And this woke him up just as he emptied a load of jizz down his daughter's throat.
Excited beyond measure, Susan let go of his balls and scrabbled through her cunt hair till she found her clit. As soon as she pressed her finger to her clit, she sparked a climax, and she had to exert all her self-control to keep from biting down on her father's prick as she howled with release.
It was a very sharp, intense climax, and she came out of it quickly, feeling drained but contented. Gently, she took her father's shriveled prick from her mouth and let it hang limply from his groin.
Greg was still a little confused-not knowing what part of his fabulous blow-job had been dream and what part reality. But he really didn't much care. He put his arm around his luscious daughter and drew her down beside him.
In minutes they fell asleep, their lithe bodies outstretched on the tarp under the summer sun.
CHAPTER NINE
Susan brought in the morning mail, flipping through the bills and advertisements quickly until she came upon a strange-looking, oversized envelope addressed to Greg Parsons and Family.
"Guess that includes me," she mumbled. "Wonder what it is." When she ripped open the side of the envelope, several photographs fell out, and as she stooped to pick them up, she suddenly froze in shock. "My God!"
With trembling hands she picked the pictures up and thumbed through them. Though most were slightly out of focus, it was pretty clear who the main subjects were and what they were doing.
Whoever had taken them had placed himself in an excellent spot to record all of the fun and games between her father and her the day they'd greased themselves with the cooking oil and fucked on the tarp.
Susan searched through the envelope, then went down on her hands and knees on the floor, but she couldn't find any note to go with the incriminating pictures. But why would anyone send them, except as blackmail?
Feeling dizzy and sick to her stomach, she trudged into the bedroom to lie down. This could be the end of her wonderful affair with her father. It could mean a foster home for her, and disgrace for him. She pulled down the shade and stretched out on the bed, but she couldn't relax.
There was only one sure-fire way Susan knew of to relax herself, and that was to have a good come. Even now, half consciously, she was rubbing her hand up and down the crotch of her shorts, causing little shocks of pleasure to spark from her clit and get her mind off the terrible thing that had happened. Her sawing motion increased in speed and force, and finally, unable to stand the terrible need in her cunt, she tore at her pants and panties, ripping them off her legs and tossing them by the foot of the bed.
She was angry, and the angriness always added fuel to her horniness. She was a seething bundle of tension, and all she cared about was relieving the wild, pulsing sensations of need racing through her body.
Her cunt lips and clit, pink and swollen with blood, were hot and steamy with lust, and Susan used both hands to satisfy them. She grabbed the hard nub of her clit between the index finger and thumb of her left hand and squeezed and rotated it savagely, while she fucked two fingers of her right hand deep into her pussy hole.
"Uuungh!" she groaned, humping her ass off the bed, twisting and turning as she battered her clit and finger-fucked herself.
As usual, her body responded immediately, cunt juice flowing in great quantities out of her cunt hole and onto the bed. Her clit was pulsing so hard with hot blood that it felt as if it would burst from all the pressure. But it didn't seem to be enough.
This form of jacking off, which had never before failed her, seemed too tame and uninteresting to bring her much satisfaction all of a sudden. Her cunt spasmed around her fucking fingers, the muscles trying to clasp them, but there really wasn't enough to grab hold of. The scraping, stretching feeling that a good-sized cock like her father's could provide was missing.
So now frustration was added to Susan's anger and lust. She hauled herself off the bed, bare-assed, and stomped into the kitchen, her eyes hot and crazy looking, and she searched through the drawers of the cabinet, looking for something to fuck up her starving cunt. Her gaze rested momentarily on the pictures, lying in a neat stack on the table, and in a fury, she swiped them off with her arm, letting them drift down underfoot.
Folding her arms across her chest, she realized that there was nothing in the house she could use to satisfy the deep, gnawing hunger in her pussy.
And then an idea suddenly hit her. She rushed out into the back yard, inspecting the zucchini vine growing by the side of the house. Sure enough, there were several big fat squashes hanging to the ground, some ten inches long and two or three inches in diameter. Her cunt gave an expectant twitch as she gazed at the likely fake cocks.
She made her choice quickly, selecting a deep-green cylinder, firm to the touch, warmed nicely by the sunshine. Ripping it off the vine, she took it back into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. Spreading her legs wide, prying apart her sticky cunt lips, she pressed the rounded end of the squash against her hot pulsing cunt hole and pushed.
"Ungh!" she groaned. It was stretching the muscles and flesh of her cunt opening, exciting her so she could hardly stand it. "Goddamn!"
Dazed by the sudden discovery of how good a dildo could feel, she eased the zucchini farther and farther up her twisting, spasming cunt. Her whole body tensed and shook. The big green squash pushed against the walls of her cunt, pressing deliciously against all the sensitive nerves there, tickling and teasing her slick cunt flesh.
"Oh, Christ! This is too much!" Susan gasped. The pictures were forgotten as she became immersed in the overwhelming pleasure and excitement of fucking the zucchini.
As it drew nearer and nearer the end of Susan's cunt tunnel, the prick-shaped squash ground up against portions of her pussy that had never been stimulated before, and it set off a wild series of sharp, electric-like sensations that had her gasping and squirming with outrageous joy.
Saliva began oozing from the side of her mouth, and her eyes turned up in their sockets, so that only the whites were visible between her fluttering lashes. When the zucchini finally pressed up against the opening to her womb, she grunted like a rutting pig. She pushed hard with the palm of her hand against the outside end of the squash so that the rounded end deep inside her cunt gouged in even farther. As it fucked deep into her pussy, it sent shivers up her spine and hot and cold flashes throughout her body.
"Too much!" she gasped, but she couldn't stop herself.
With both hands, she began to rotate the dildo around and around so that it reamed out the delicate end of her cunt tunnel, stretching the cunt flesh as it had never been stretched before.
Susan could not believe the overwhelming pleasure this created deep in her guts. Somehow or other, this deeply embedded squash, pressing into her so completely, was also having an effect on her little asshole. Her ass pulsed and quivered as if something had been fucked up its interior, too-something thick and round and cock-shaped.
So tensed and close to orgasm was Susan at this moment, that she thought she would burst if she didn't relieve the pressure a little. So she slowly pulled the dildo back, bringing out inch after inch of its slickened green surface. At last, she pulled it completely out with a popping sound and sat up to examine it, feeling a sudden sore, aching sensation in her empty cunt.
With surprise, she saw that in addition to a creamy coating of cunt cream, the squash also had a few flecks of blood on its surface. At first, this shocked her, but then she became rather excited by the violence of it.
Once again, she lay on her back and spread her legs, and this time, the dildo fucked more easily into her slippery cunt hole, although it still took at least five minutes for her to work it up to the end of the cunt tunnel.
Though it was hard for her to manipulate the fake cock with one hand because of its size, she nevertheless shifted the whole burden to her left hand, while she combed her right hand down through her cunt hair and found her hard, throbbing clit.
Gently, she pressed down on her clit, jerking with pleasure as it tickled and burned. In response, her cunt and ass squeezed shut, and the zucchini was clamped tightly in the grip of her cunt muscles.
"Ungh! Shit!" she groaned, growing dizzy from the tremendous stimulation.
Determined to take herself to the highest peak of pleasure, she started diddling her clit in earnest now, turning it first one way, then the other. And though her clit erupted in a shower of spiky sensations, the itching and burning down at its root goaded her to new extremes of stimulation. She pressed down on her clit and let up, repeating this action again and again, digging her fingernail into its tiny, rubbery head. But when this still brought no relief, she squeezed her clit hard, wrenching it so roughly, it felt as if she were pulling her clit out.
All the while, her cunt muscles contracted violently around the huge zucchini wedged deep within her. Every now and then, the fierceness of the grip would let up, and the muscles would ripple lightly down the shaft. But as soon as Susan did something extreme to her sensitive clit, her cunt would again grab the dildo like a vise.
Wildly aroused, she was ready now to let go when she felt a climax approaching. That meant that she needed to do more than just leave the dildo stuck in her cunt. She needed to jab it in and out, make it fuck her just like a real cock. So she began to withdraw the squash, slowly relieving the pressure in her pussy.
When all but the end of the fat zucchini was projecting from her stretched cunt hole, she dropped her right hand to her side and, lifting her ass slightly off the bed, slid the hand underneath. She ran her right index finger up the sweaty crack of her ass until it rested on her hot, moist asshole. Then, gritting her teeth and holding her breath, she fucked her finger up to the first joint.
"Aaaaugh!" she grunted, as her ass jolted with shock.
She waited for the spastic tremors to fade. Then she fucked the zucchini forward an inch in her cunt. It was very strange and very stimulating to have both fuck holes plugged like that. With her finger pressed up against the wall of her ass, she could feel the heavy pressure of the dildo, and this really thrilled her.
If her father hadn't introduced her to the joys of being fucked up the ass, she would never have tried finger-fucking her ass while reaming out her cunt. She shivered with pleasure and with pride. She had really become a sexual creature now-someone open to new and exotic pleasures.
She fucked her finger another inch into her grinding asshole. Now she was almost up to the knuckle, and she could feel the slightly gritty surface deep in her ass canal. It pulsed against her finger, trying to expel it, but she kept her finger in place, enjoying the slight discomfort. She knew it would soon turn into pleasure.
Now that her finger was firmly lodged in her spasming asshole, she felt she could devote all her attention to her cunt. She moved the end of the zucchini from side to side, so it rubbed against the walls close to her cunt opening. Working on this entire area so that it was a mass of prickly sensation, she shoved downward, still rocking the dildo from side to side.
"Christ!" she gasped as the squash butted against the end of her cunt tunnel a second time.
She was shaking uncontrollably. Her ass muscles pulsed in reaction, pressing in on her finger. Now she knew for certain it wasn't her imagination. The enormous fake cock stretched her cunt tunnel so far that it pressed heavily on her ass-encased finger.
She paused for a moment to catch her breath. Then she slid the zucchini backward, doing the same with her finger. The gaping emptiness at the end of her cunt tunnel seemed to exert pressure on the squash, and she had to hold it firmly to keep it from being sucked back up into the warm hollow at the end of her cunt tunnel.
Slowly, slowly, she pulled the dildo from her cunt. As before, she left just the rounded end sticking into the juicy entrance. And she did precisely the same thing with her finger, sliding it back so only the top joint and nail remained in her asshole.
Flexing her finger, she gave herself a thrill as little eruptions of pleasure popped up all along her ass. She giggled and gasped, experiencing it all with an openness that knew no limit.
But she soon recovered and began fucking the dildo back up her cunt; her finger back up her ass. It was faster going this time, and rather than pausing when the zucchini reached the end of her cunt tunnel, she eased it back until it was almost completely unsheathed, only to fuck it in again.
The fuck rhythm she had started was slow but steady, and it was all she could stand for the moment. In and out, in and out, the thick green squash fucked. And each time, it pushed her cunt walls wide apart, pressing upon the silky, slippery flesh.
The finger up her ass was not idle, either. It fucked in and out too, to a slightly faster rhythm. But the going was rougher because the heavy pressure of the zucchini in her cunt compressed the walls of her ass, making it even narrower.
"Ungh! Shit!" Susan gasped as she fucked the dildo in and pulled it out, splattering great gobs of cunt honey over her thighs and the bedspread.
She knew she was rapidly approaching a crisis, and she could no longer control the wild frenzy with which she was fucking herself. It felt as if she were tearing up her insides, mangling the sensitive flesh in her cunt and ass, but she could not think about that now. All she wanted to do was to come, and when she felt the first bursts of drastic release and pleasure shake her body, she gave herself up to it completely.
Bright lights seemed to flash behind her eyes. Pricks and stabs of pleasure spread from her cunt and ass and clit to all points of her body, flaring up especially strong in her tits and belly.
When she came back to ordinary consciousness, she noticed with a start that the big slimy zucchini was still sticking halfway out of her cunt. Gently, she pulled it free. It seemed impossible that she'd managed to ram such a monster up her little cunt, but the aches and pains now shooting through her cunt hole confirmed the fact.
Now that the pleasure had gone and her cunt was empty, she realized that while she'd managed to bring herself off in style, she wasn't anywhere nearer solving the problem of the pictures. Something had to be done, and quickly.
CHAPTER TEN
Greg pushed himself away from the table and smiled at Susan. "That was a sensational meal, hon. But why so gloomy? Not more than a couple of words out of you since I got home."
Susan looked him in the eye for several moments and sighed: "I guess now is as good a time as any." Then she got up from the table and grabbed the envelope on the counter. "You'd better have a look at this. There was no note in it."
He gazed at her curiously, then reached for the envelope, taking out the pictures. Immediately, his face flushed, and he let out a groan of shock and anger. He flicked rapidly through the entire stack; then he turned the envelope around and gazed intently at the neatly typed address.
"I know who sent this," he said slowly.
"Who?" Susan was at his side in a flash.
"Gail Monroe."
"Who's that?"
"Remember when you first got here, I said I was already more or less engaged to someone?"
"Yes ..."
"That someone was Gail. I broke it off with her completely after you'd been here a couple of weeks. I know she's the one who sent it because of this broken G typed on the envelope. That's Gail's typewriter."
"God-what are we going to do?" Susan said, grabbing onto his arm. "What do you think she wants? Money? Or just to scare us good before she turns us in to the police?"
"C'mere, Susan," he said, patting his knee, as if he hadn't heard her question.
She sat down on his lap, putting her arms around him. "God, Daddy. I don't want to lose you," she whimpered, pressing her cheek to his, running her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.
"Baby," he said, sliding his hand onto her sleek thigh, "nobody's gonna come between you and me. It looks bad now-but there's a way out."
Susan looked at him eagerly.
"It's like this," he said, slipping his hand up the cuff of her shorts and letting his fingers stray under the crotch-band of her panties. He pressed his index finger against the springy flesh of her cunt, and she shuddered with pleasure. "Old Will Jensen made an offer on this house two years ago, and he's been pestering me ever since to sell it to him-for double what I paid for it."
His fingers were gliding over her cunt mound, probing past the meaty outer cunt labia to the delicate inner pussy flesh. Susan groaned and squeezed her thighs together, sandwiching his fingers in her cunt slit, forcing a steady stream of creamy cunt juice over them.
Then, shuddering with pleasure, she gradually let up on the pressure of her thighs, allowing her father to fuck his index finger up her spasming cunt. She could feel his prick swelling beneath her, but she tried to ignore all of this exciting erotic stimulation so she could concentrate on what he was telling her.
"And hell-I've got an old army buddy in San Antonio's been begging me to go into business with him for years. Says there's more work there than the two of us can handle. We're gonna move, baby. Move out of this little hell hole, away from prying eyes."
Tears came to Susan's eyes. He must really love me, she thought, to give up all he's built over the past five years.
Greg was gently tugging at her shorts now, pulling them down her thighs along with her panties. He caught his breath when her pretty cunt mound came into view, its fringe of blonde hair glistening faintly in the dim light. Leaning over toward her while at the same time tilting her back on her ass buns, he kissed her sweet pussy softly, lingering over it for a long time. His tongue skimmed over the plump, swollen cunt flesh, and his nose nuzzled her furry little cunt muff and hard, pulsing clit.
Susan gasped and shuddered, blinking her eyes rapidly as desire awakened in her. She had to use all her willpower to keep her mind on the subject at hand. Before she let him fuck her, she had to be sure they were safe.
"But listen, Daddy," she said urgently. "Even if we move, that Gail woman still has the negatives to the pictures . . . auuugh!" He had just fucked his tongue into her cunt, and she was so turned on, she shuddered uncontrollably. Her clit popped out of its little fleshy hood, stiff and quivering, and her cunt lips and tits swelled up with lust.
Greg raised his face from her cunt and smiled at her. "If I know Gail, and I think I do, she wants to make sure we suffer as much as possible. So she's gonna let us squirm for a while, and by that time, I'll have the house and the job all wrapped up."
"But-"
"No buts about it. We've discussed it enough. I'm gonna fuck you." He lifted her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, turning on the light and laying her out on the bed. She looked up at him with her smoldering bedroom eyes and pulled her shirt off, thrusting her chest forward to display her sensational tits. She expected him to be gazing at all that luscious exposed tit flesh, but instead, she saw that his eyes were riveted to her pussy.
"What're those marks on your cunt?" He stepped forward and put his finger first to a scratch on one cunt lip and then to a raw red mark at the bottom of her cunt hole.
Susan winced as he probed the tender spot. She couldn't figure out any reasonable lies to tell, so she told the truth. "I got horny this afternoon, and I, uh-I used a dildo to get off.
Guess I got carried away."
"Jesus!" Greg gasped, taking his hand from her cunt and pulling his prick out of his pants. His cock was stiff and purple and lurching in his grip. "Do you like playing with yourself?" He was eyeing her closely and squeezing on his prick.
"Sure I do-if you're not around to fuck me."
"Show me!" His eyes were bugging out of his head, and he began jacking hard on his prick.
"But-"
"Raise your legs and spread 'em. Then stick your finger up your cunt and finger-fuck yourself."
Susan could hardly believe what was happening. Her father's prick was so stiff, the cock head was hammering against his belly. Yet, he'd rather watch her jacking off than fuck his prick up her cunt.
Licking her lips, she spread her sore cunt labia and stuck her index finger up her hot, churning cunt tunnel.
"Ungh!" she groaned.
"Pump it, honey."
Susan was only too willing to obey. Not only was her cunt spasming with desire, but there was also something incredibly lewd and exciting about having her father watching her jack off.
"Ooooh, yeah," she groaned, manipulating her hard, vibrating clit with her free hand, watching her father as he grew hornier and hornier.
He was rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, jacking hard on his cock now, his eyes pressed into burning, gleaming slits of lust.
Susan shuddered, and a hot stream of cunt honey oozed out over her finger. She popped her finger from her steamy cunt and put it to her mouth. Then, looking into her father's eyes, she slowly licked up all the musky cunt juice.
"Christ!" Greg groaned, his cock lurching in his fist. "Turn over! Get on your hands and knees and shake that pretty little ass at me!"
Susan was really getting turned on by showing herself off to her father this way. Eagerly, she did as he asked, grinding her ass seductively to excite him.
"Now reach under your stomach and spread those pussy lips."
Again, Susan did as he asked, pressing down on her fat slippery cunt labia and revealing the dark-pink pussy meat inside.
"Oh, fuck!" Greg gasped. He edged nearer to her so he was standing right over her, his pulsing prick still held tightly in his fist.
Stooping down slightly, he aimed the wide rubbery head of his cock at her lush wet cunt hole and slid it right up to where the cock head left off and the cock shaft started.
"Ooooh," Susan sighed, her whole cunt shuddering and contracting in excitement. She was sure he was at last going to ram his stiff prick up her pussy and give her a good fucking.
But instead, Greg merely stirred his cock head around the entrance of her cunt a few more times and stepped back away from her. She groaned with disappointment. He had resumed the same position as before-standing back with his prick in his hand, watching her. Only now, his cock head glistened obscenely with cunt cream, and a glob of pre-cum was oozing from the piss slit.
"Now finger-fuck yourself again," he rasped.
It was strange, fucking her finger up her cunt in this position; she'd never done it this way before. But as soon as she'd fucked it in up to the knuckle, She knew she'd be doing it in this position again and again in the future. It was a sensational technique because with just one finger, she could make her cunt feel almost full.
With great enthusiasm, she began fucking in and out, the lewd, sloshing sound of frothing cunt cream spilling from her pulsing cunt hole filling the room. In a few moments, she stuck another finger up her cunt and increased the speed and force of her finger-fucking.
She glanced over her shoulder and saw that her father was jacking so hard on his cock, his hand looked like a fleshy blur on his stiff prick. His face was pulled up into a frown of pain and lust; his cock-jerking fist was white at the knuckles.
"Come, baby, come! I wanna see you come!" he groaned.
And Susan knew she was going to do just that any moment. Her cunt muscles were convulsing wildly and her little clit was bursting with the itchy, stinging sensations that always came before she had a good orgasm. But most of all, her father's bizarre behavior was getting her too hot to last much longer.
"Ungh! Shit!" Susan gasped, fucking her fingers up to the hilt.
A powerful orgasm shot through her. Her ass shook violently, and her tits bounced just above the bed, the stiff nipples brushing the quilted spread.
At that moment, Greg lunged forward with a strangled cry of release, and a thick stream of steamy white cum shot from his swollen cock head and splattered onto Susan's jiggling ass cheeks.
"Aaaaaah!" she gasped as she felt the hot globs of jizz smack into her ass and dribble down her thighs.
"Baby-that was so good," Greg murmured as he climbed up on the bed beside her and took her in his arms. "And I feel like I've got enough energy to fuck that beautiful cunt of yours all night."
"Mmmmmm, I'm glad," Susan purred, cuddling up to him, holding his half-shriveled prick in her hot little hand.
It seemed to her that now that her father had made the decision to move out of town, he was exhilarated. He thought that all their problems were solved. But she wasn't sure it was going to be that easy; a jealous woman could be a very dangerous enemy.
I might still lose Daddy, she thought. And now that she had him in her arms, breathing so softly in her ear, she wanted to fuck him more then ever. If Gail went to the police with the negatives of those pictures tonight, who knew when Susan would have another opportunity to fuck her father? Maybe never!
Gently, she slid down, out of Greg's embrace, until her face was even with his prick. His prick had shrunk and shriveled a bit, but it had not lost all it's stiffness, so she knew he would be excited again.
Pressing her lips against the slippery cock knob, she gave it a kiss, then drew her hot wet tongue all around it, bathing his prick in her saliva.
"Mmmmm," Greg sighed, wriggling his ass. "That feels good, baby."
Encouraged, Susan continued to lick, washing over the piss slit and licking down and around the cock shaft.
Her father seemed to possess a superabundant amount of sexual energy, for almost immediately, his cock sprang to life, pulsing and swelling.
"Ooooh, baby, you do that so good," he gasped, sitting up so he could watch her suck his prick.
Susan swirled her tongue around and around her father's thick tube of prick flesh, stopping now and then to root through his cock hair and around his balls. She loved the texture of his ball sac when it was pulled up tight around his balls, and she swooned over the yeasty, gamy smell that drifted up from the soft skin hidden directly behind the ball sac.
When she had licked and laved her way back up to his cock knob again, she ovaled her mouth, folding her lips back against her teeth and sucking in his entire prick head.
"Jesus!" Greg gasped, his eyes rolling.
Usually, Susan played with his prick head for a while before plunging into the nitty-gritty of the blow-job. But tonight, she was so eager to feel the whole length of his prick rammed down her gullet that she kept moving her mouth down his hot, pulsing prick. When his cock knob butted against her tonsils, she drew her head back and loosened her throat muscles. Then, taking a deep breath, she pushed still farther down his meaty cock shaft. Swallowing slowly, she tightened her throat muscles around the cock meat wedged inside.
The massaging action this created had Greg wriggling from ass cheek to ass cheek and clenching the sheets.
"Sl-slow down, baby," he grunted. "Slow down, or I'm gonna come."
Susan immediately relaxed her throat muscles and let his prick lie still and heavy in her mouth. As she waited for her father to regain some control, she slid her hands up his thighs, gently caressing them, liking the feel of the fine, curly blonde hair that grew there.
Then, sensing that he was ready for her to continue, she sucked and swallowed, licking her tongue around the base of his cock while rippling her throat muscles around the cock head.
"Auuugh, baby!" Greg groaned, thrusting up at her, fucking another inch of prick meat down her throat.
Gasping for air, Susan pulled back, letting inch after inch of his prick escape from her mouth, feeling the pressure in her throat relax as his cock knob moved up to her mouth and rested there.
But he was soon fucking up at her mouth impatiently. Girding herself for the strain of taking in all of his massive prick, she leaned in, sucking hard on his wide, mushroom-shaped cock head. Then she quickly arched her neck so she could once again clasp his prick knob and part of his prick shaft in her incredibly supple throat.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp stab of pleasure in her clit and, wrenching her whole body in excitement, she barely missed biting down on her father's cock.
He was making it impossible for her to concentrate on her blow-job because he was diddling her clit with his thumb and index finger. Ripples of pleasure spread throughout her body. Her tits began to tingle with arousal, and her cunt and ass contracted hard.
It's not good, she decided. I just can't give him a proper blow-job if he's going to keep working on my clit. Besides, I'm so hot now, the only thing that could possibly satisfy me is to feel his cock fucked all the way up my cunt.
Straightening her neck, she forced his prick head out of her throat. Then she pulled her mouth off of his cock. His wet prick stood there stiffly, the veins along its surface expanded to gross proportions, the piss slit enlarged in readiness for another come.
Without a word, Susan stood up on the bed, looking down at her father with a lewdly suggestive expression that had him licking his lips. Then she crouched down, lining her cunt hole up with his towering prick. Spreading her cunt labia open to allow easier penetration, she lowered herself onto his prick, grunting and gasping as his cock lance fucked up her pussy.
"Aw, man, that feels good," Greg gasped.
And Susan could only moan in response. Nothing felt better than having an empty cunt filled suddenly with lots of hot, quivering cock meat.
The way the thick rubbery cock flesh pressed up against her cunt walls thrilled her so much that tears sprang to her eyes. She could feel his balls shifting beneath her ass cheeks, could feel his thighs quivering with excitement.
Slowly, she leaned forward, kissing him up the stomach and chest as inch after inch of his prick reappeared outside her clasping cunt hole.
Dragging her enormous tits across his chest, she kissed him passionately on the lips, slipping her tongue inside his mouth, then pulling it back only to stab forward again.
As Greg responded to her heavy frenching, slicing at her tongue with his, she squeezed his tiny nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
"Aaaahh!" he gasped, jack-knifing his legs so that his prick fucked all the way back into her cunt.
Susan swooned with the sudden impact of his cock knob against the end of her cunt tunnel. Shimmying her ass frantically, she rubbed her inflated clit against his hairy groin. Like a bolt of electricity, a hot sharp stab of exquisite pleasure shot up through her cunt and spine.
When she humped up off his cock and twisted his nipples again, he shuddered and begged for mercy.
Susan fucked her tight, spasming cunt back down on his upthrust prick with increased vigor, gyrating her ass, exerting so much pressure on his quivering cock that she thought she would surely milk it dry.
But her father's staying power was tremendous. Though she continued to bring him to the very edge of climax, he resisted, only fucking into her pussy with more vigor. Up and down, Susan fucked her grasping little pussy on his throbbing prick. Back and forth, she slid her tits across his chest. And he kept pace with her, reaching up now and then to twist her hard, dagger-like nipples just as she was twisting his.
Susan was the first to cave in to the demands of her overheated body. When the first tremors of orgasm quivered in her hot, vibrating clit, she cut loose-plunging headlong into wild release.
Her clit, purple and swollen, vibrated like the wing of a hummingbird, battering up against her cunt labia, and her cunt convulsed so hard it felt as if it would tear Greg's cock in half.
"I'm coming!" Susan cried. And just before she lost all consciousness of her surroundings and catapulted into ecstasy, she twisted Greg's nipples very hard, bringing him to a powerful release.
The cum shot out of his prick head like a cannon ball-slapping against the end of Susan's cunt tunnel. It was so quick and violent that Greg was left fucking up into Susan's pussy even after the last of his jizz had long melted deep in her cunt.
Several minutes later, when they both quieted down and lay contentedly in each other's arms, Greg whispered: "It's too good between us to end, baby. We'll get by. You'll see."
Susan murmured her agreement and thought: And I'll make sure of it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Susan slipped out of her jumpsuit, shivering in the cold night air. Quickly, she slid into the sleeping bag, snuggling against Greg's warm body.
"Mmmmm, that feels good," she said, running her hand down his muscular flank. "Just think-we'll be in San Antonio."
"That's right. Happy?"
"Of course, I'm happy! We're together, aren't we?" She reached for his prick, already half hard and pulsing with blood. Running her fist up and down the cock shaft, she could feel it swelling, could feel the leathery ball sac smoothing out as it was drawn tightly against the root of his prick.
Unexpectedly, Greg clamped his hand over hers, stopping her jacking motion. "I've been wondering about that fire that burned down Gail's house last week," he said. "Sort of lucky for us, don't you think?"
Susan turned her face away, so she wouldn't have to look him in the eye. "The police investigated, and they said there was no sign of arson. The dumb broad probably left the iron on."
Greg shook his head, smiling at her. "She was probably keeping those negatives in the house. They must've been destroyed."
"Yeah. So we don't have a thing to worry about," Susan said brightly.
His prick was completely hard now, big and throbbing and seeping pre-cum. Susan knew that he knew she had set the fire at Gail's house. It seemed to excite him, knowing that she'd committed such a big crime for his sake.
He loosened and began exploring her cunt mound. "You're a wild, beautiful thing," he murmured, kissing her behind the ear. "You scare me sometimes, but I love you."
Susan squirmed with pleasure. His fingers were combing through her cunt muff, pressing gently on her clit and slicing into her slippery pussy gash. "Aaugh, Daddy!"
They were both hot, and Susan wanted to forget about the foreplay and get right to the fucking. Grabbing his prick by the root, she pointed it at her pulsing cunt hole while her father held her cunt labia spread wide open.
As soon as his prick head pressed against the sensitive opening of her cunt, she shuddered with excitement, pushing forward to take the thick piece of prick meat inside.
Greg fucked in at exactly the same moment, and with incredible ease, fucked his prick into her slick narrow cunt hole to the balls.
"Oh God," he groaned, grabbing for her tits and squeezing them hard.
Susan shivered as intense sensations of pleasure sped from her tits throughout her body, igniting all the sensitive nerves in her cunt and ass and clit.
Delighted by her response, Greg leaned forward and pressed his lips to one spiky nipple, kissing it and then lashing it with his tongue.
Susan gasped and shuddered, then pulled her pussy down his prick so that only two or three inches of cock meat remained in her cunt hole. Then she rammed her pussy forward, slapping her groin against his.
Greg groaned, nibbling lightly on her hard nipple. He reared back, slamming into her again so that his cock head jabbed the entrance to her womb. Her whole body vibrated from the impact, and a thousand nerves were set buzzing with the impact.
Suddenly, Susan had an overwhelming desire to change positions so that she could feel his prick fucking into her cunt from behind. That way, his sticky cock stalk would have to slide in past her asshole, rubbing against it as it fucked into her cunt.
Easing back, she let Greg's prick slip entirely from her pussy, and he groaned in disappointment. But she quickly turned over on her other side, facing away from him so her ass was even with his cock.
"I want you to fuck me from behind," she sighed, reaching back under her thigh and grabbing onto his slippery prick, drawing it slowly past her ass toward her creaming cunt.
"Aaaaah," she sighed. Her ass gave a little flutter as his rubbery prick slid in just underneath it, the cock head locking into her moist cunt hole. "Fuck me hard, Daddy. Real hard!"
Greg, bursting with desire, was only too glad to do as she asked. With a quick, brutal lunge forward, he fucked his thick prick all the way to the end of her cunt tunnel.
"Aaaiiieee!" she screeched, dragging her nails along the soft lining Of the sleeping bag. "Jesus!"
Greg's eyes were bugging out from the intense friction this new position created inside Susan's cunt. Her little pussy seemed narrower and longer than ever, and the cunt muscles seemed to cling to his cock with a stronger grip.
With a burst of energy, he pulled back, drawing his cock nearly all the way out of her pussy. Then he fucked forward with all of his might.
"Aaaugh!" Susan cried. It felt so good, she could hardly stand it. Her whole body was quivering from the force of his fuck stroke. Her ass, especially, was contracting violently as the pressure of lust in her cunt and clit became almost unbearable. "M-m-more!"
Greg was already plunging his prick in yet again, setting up a fast, hard fuck pace that completely overwhelmed her. His hands grasping her shoulders, he was holding steady while he fucked her relentlessly.
And Susan, for her part, was loving the fucking. It was brutal, and she could only lie there helplessly while he fucked her any way he chose. But that was precisely what made this barbaric fucking so exciting. He was in complete control, and because she loved him, she loved his mastery of her.
But she was taken by complete surprise when he pulled his prick from her cunt and, without warning, plunged it halfway up her asshole.
"Aaaiiieee!" she screamed, her cry sharp and loud but gradually fading away into the vastness of the prairie. "Noooo!"
She could hear Greg snorting and growling with pleasure as he fucked furiously, ravaging her tight dry little asshole. There was no way she could escape the tearing, bruising attack on her ass, and so she tried to relax, opening herself to it.
Inch by inch, his prick fucked up the narrow canal of her ass, pressing on sensitive nerves, arousing all the wild sensations that she had experienced the last time they'd ass-fucked. In the past weeks, he'd used Vaseline to ease the entry of his prick up his daughter's sensitive little ass. But tonight, everything was raw and gritty-no soothing sexual aids.
"Oh, God! Oh, shit!" Susan sniveled as she felt her ass ring stretched wide.
At last she felt his hard balls pressing against her ass cheeks, and she knew that he'd fucked his cock to the very end of her ass tunnel. She could feel his pulse raging through his prick shaft and pounding against the sensitive walls of her ass. And she was suddenly aware that her clit, hard and sticking out from her cunt mound, was pulsing with exactly the same rhythm.
She reached down and pressed lightly on the little cunt nub, and a spark of sheer pleasure shot through her cunt and ass. Her ass muscles ground against her father's fat prick, and he groaned with pleasure.
"Oh yeah, baby. Don't stop," he rasped, and he moved his groin in a circular motion, stirring the depths of her ass guts, touching all of the sensitive nerves there.
Susan was out of her mind with excitement. Her fingers clamped firmly on her clit, and she let her father fuck her ass with all the wild fury he could muster.
There was no slow approach to her orgasm. It erupted within her like an angry volcano. Hot and wild, she twisted and turned and screamed and kicked. But Greg still held onto her firmly so he could punish her ass with his relentless fucking.
Just as she was coming down from the heights of her climax, he bellowed with release, shooting a hot, soothing stream of jizz into her tortured ass.
They lay there together for nearly an hour, his prick, spent and shriveled, still embedded in the depths of her hot ass.
He put his arms around her, his hands resting on her firm tits, and then he kissed her tenderly on the back of the neck. "My little Daddy's girl," he murmured before dropping off to sleep.