Micaela Kelly tried to still the fluttering in her guts and braced herself to ask the question. If the answers were wrong, her hopes for the afternoon with Chris would crumble. She wasn't planning to go all the way with him, of course. But if Gabby and Patty insisted on sticking around the house, nothing at all would happen.
"What are you two planning on doing this afternoon?" 'Caela asked, trying to sound casual.
Patty looked up from her study of her budding breasts. She had been wondering if she could slip upstairs and get rid of her bra before going out. "This being the first day of summer vacation, I thought I'd go to the pool," she answered.
"I've got a special dance class," Gabby said, not looking up from the book she was reading.
"Okay. But be sure you're both back in time for supper," 'Caela answered, feeling her tits harden inside her bra. "You know how worried Daddy gets."
The two younger girls grunted. Patty was now studying her reflection in the mirror by the front door. She pulled her T-shirt tight over her little tits and surveyed the effect.
"I'm getting worried about Daddy," 'Caela noted as she wielded the dust rag. "I think he's getting horny."
"Daddy? Horny?" Patty asked skeptically.
"Horny?" Gabby echoed.
"He needs a woman," 'Caela explained, not sure her younger sisters had understood the term.
"Yeah. He needs to get laid," Patty said, startling 'Caela but barely disturbing Gabby's concentration on her book.
"Patty! Where'd you hear language like that?" 'Caela demanded.
"Just because you've been in a convent for years, it doesn't mean I have," Patty snorted, with all the sassy wisdom of a fifteen-year-old. There were only two years between her and 'Caela.
"It wasn't a convent," 'Caela retorted. "You better not let Daddy hear you talking that way."
"What do you think I am, anyway, dumb?" Patty asked.
"You really want me to answer that?" 'Caela retorted. "Anyway, it's been a long, long time since Mom died. Daddy's never even dated anyone."
"Maybe he's queer," Patty suggested.
"Patty! He married Mom and fathered us," 'Caela answered, scandalized.
"Yeah, but ... "
'Caela cut her off before she could continue. "Anyway, if you'd noticed the way he looked at me this morning, you'd know he wasn't queer."
"Got the hots for you, huh?" Patty asked, enjoying the effect she was having on 'Caela. "Probably got a hard-on, the way you flounced around in next to nothing."
"Daddy hears you talking like that, he'll give you a real tanning," 'Caela answered, refusing to be baited any further. "Have you both made your beds?"
"Uh-huh," Gabby grunted.
"Do I haveta?" Patty whined.
"Yes, you 'hafta,' " 'Caela echoed. "Now go upstairs and do it, before you leave."
"Are you really worried about Daddy?" Gabby asked, looking up from her book as Patty went up the stairs.
"Oh, go back to your book," 'Caela ordered. "You wouldn't know about stuff like that."
Gabby shrugged, and obeyed.
Upstairs, Patty shut the door behind her, and glared at the tangle of sheets, blankets, bedspread, dirty socks and underpants, and stuffed animals. It was such a gross contrast to the neatness of Gabby's half of the room, it made her want to puke. Then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she set about unmaking, and then remaking Gabby's bed. After making sure it looked as neat as it had before, she dragged hers into a semblance of order, pushed the dirty laundry underneath, and arranged the stuffed animals so they hid most of the wrinkles.
Then she yanked her T-shirt off over her head. She stripped off her bra and studied her developing boobs. Golly, she could almost see them getting bigger. She hoped she'd be big-titted, like 'Caela, and not have silly little half-globes like Gabby did. She pulled her T shirt over her head.
By draping a towel over her shoulders she could hide the alert buds of her nipples from 'Caela. Then, at the pool, Al O'Brian was sure to be interested when she switched the towel to her hand. She started looking for a bathing suit. She wanted her tank suit-the one that showed so much.
As she washed the morning dishes, 'Caela thought about being alone with Chris Duffy. She would have to be careful that he didn't lose control of himself. She could defuse him of course, but didn't want to make him mad.
Then she thought of her father, and frowned. He had had a hard-on, as Patty had so crudely put it 'Caela hadn't meant to have that effect on him. She had overslept and dashed down in just her shorty pajamas to fix his breakfast. He had seen the thrust of her lush breasts, the way they had jiggled and joggled, Her nipples had been stiff from the morning chill. The knot in his pants had been hard to ignore.
The sight of it had made 'Caela's insides get all hot and wet. She had never imagined he would be interested in her that way. She was his own daughter, after all. It wasn't fair to torment him when he didn't have any outlet for his horniness, she decided. He must be incredibly frustrated.
* * *
Joan Peterson curled in her boss's lap as his hand crushed her breast. Hot waves burned through her. Her nipple got pebble-hard on her soft boob. As he fondled her, Mike Kelly began unbuttoning her trim white blouse. As he bared the pale mound of one graceful breast, he couldn't help thinking of the lush sway of 'Caela's tits. His cock felt like it was going to burst, it was so swollen and hard.
"Mmmm, what's that I feel?" Joan purred, her fingers tickling along his aching hard-on, measuring it through his pants.
Mike didn't have the heart to tell her it wasn't entirely on account of her. Instead, he fastened his lips on her bared nipple, nipping the hard brown bud. His tongue flicked the button tip and he felt her chest rise as she sucked in a deep breath.
Joan's skilled fingers found the tab of his fly and eased the zipper down. The slow tic-tic-tic-tic of the teeth of the zipper made his balls twinge. Her hand dug into his underpants, enfolding his cock in her warm slender fingers.
Mike groaned as his dick seeped burning fluid. Her thumb smeared it over the soft, nerve-loaded tip of his dick. His hand slid up the inside of her thigh, up along the satin smooth flesh. He felt the tight, wiry curls of her snatch and teased them delicately. Then he located her warm, humid grotto with his fingertips.
"How come your husband lets you out of the house with no panties?" Mike asked.
Joan's voice was low and throaty. "It gets him turned on to think of me this way," she answered. "Sometimes he sits across the bus from me on the way to work, and I flash my cunt at him. Ohhhh."
Mike felt her grip on his pecker tighten as his finger slid up into her hot, moist tunnel. His thumb found the little nubbin of her clit. He teased it gently, felt it roll and squirm as he rubbed it back and forth across her pubic arch. Joan let go of his cock long enough to unbuckle his belt and the waist of his pants. Prying her hand into his underpants, she dug down, locating his balls in their warm sack.
Lifting his slender, yet buxom, secretary off his lap, Mike rucked her skirt up around her waist. He sat her on the edge of his desk in front of him. Her thighs gaped open, showed her brown muff. Splitting it was the slit of her pussy. A ruffle of pink lips protruded hungrily. As she reached down to stroke his cock, he parted her snatch with his fingers, revealing the glistening heart of her twat. It was all laid out before him: the hooded nubbin of her clit, then the tiny opening of her pisser, and below that the delectable funnel of her vagina.
The scent of her excitement was thick and strong. He leaned toward her twat. His mouth fastened on her clit and she moaned and fell backwards on his desk. He sucked hard on her clit, then stroked it with his tongue. Her hips began to roll and heave. Her fingers clutched his head, gripped his steel-gray curls.
As he ate his secretary, he thought about his three daughters. The corner of his mind called the "id" kept wondering what their pussies looked like. How much hair did fifteen-year-old Patty have on her honey slit? Any? What color was sixteen-year-old Gabby's snatch? Blonde like her thick long hair, or pale red? What would seventeen-year-old Caela's thick seepings taste like? What would her youthful cunt feel like clutching his throbbing phallus?
Heaving free of Joan's grasp, Mike stood up and shoved his pants down around his powerful legs. Joan lay there on his desk, her breasts squashed out by their own weight. Her dark nipples jutted up anxiously, denying the force of gravity. Her blouse was spread out on the green blotter. Her head was actually hanging off the far side. Her sleek, tan thighs were spread wide. The distended inner lips of her twat beckoned his prod.
Bending the pale, veined shaft of his cock, he guided the pink/purple knob, gleaming with his lubricants, to the flowered heart of her brown twat. He groaned at the feel of her wiry cunt curls scratching his nerve endings. Then the head was embraced by the soft, hot, clinging folds of her hole. Looking down, he watched as the sculpted length of his cock sank into her slippery depths. Then his jet-black bush mingled and tangled with her dark brown one, and he heard her moan.
Reaching forward, he put his hands on the outer slopes of her breasts, then lifted and squashed them, molded them to produce a deep cleavage. As his thumbs raked over the rubbery brown nubbins, her head rolled from side to side and her mouth twisted with lust.
He had never understood her eagerness to fuck with him. He knew she loved her husband. But, he didn't question his good fortune. Joan's signals had been unmistakable from the moment he had hired her. The first time had been like this, on the top of his desk, the glare of the fluorescent ceiling lights making her lush, heavy breasts look pale as alabaster.
Drawing back, he watched his cock slide out, tugging at her folds. It was shining with her juices. She reached down, parted her pussy lips, and fingered her clitoris as he slid his dick back into her searing depths. His hands bruised her breasts as he slowly pistoned his cock in and out of her clutching tunnel.
He kept thinking of 'Caela. He hadn't realized until that morning how gracefully mature her legs were, and how much of them there was. The crotch of her pajama panties had been bunched up. Her twat had been just a faint shadow. Mike rammed his cock hard into Joan's cunt, tried to blot from his mind the memory of 'Caela's silhouette under the translucent fabric. For one brief exciting moment she had stood in front of the window ... in profile, showing the heavy sag of her mature boobs.
Mike's groin jammed hard into Joan's crotch. The sun spilling in the window drenched her semi-clothed, wantonly bared body, burning his hands and her tits. The cum was gathering in his gut. The reservoir got larger and larger as he stroked his cock in her tunnel. The friction of her cunt made his prick get hotter and hotter.
"Oh, Mike!" Joan groaned. "Cum with me, Mike, cum with me!"
Panting harshly, Mike watched his phallus piston in her slick cylinder, watched her slender fingers diddle and roll her clit. His bush tangled with hers, then freed itself, then tangled again. His balls slapped her ass with every stroke. He was getting closer and closer. The -pool of cum was getting more and more impatient.
"Cum," Joan pleaded. "I want to feel you cum In me!"
"Gonna," Mike granted. "Jesus! Here it comes!"
His cock flared hot as the sun as the semen ripped along it. His groin knotted ecstatically as it emptied the creamy wads into her spasming tunnel. Joan was whimpering and her head was flailing from side to side. He drove at her, hard. His ass cheeks clenched, squeezing out every searing spurt of jizm as his crotch pushed against hers. He leaned forward as she lifted her legs and folded them. The head of his phallus touched the end of her shaft, and the last of his cum pressed against his dick tip.
With a groan, releasing her bruised breasts, he stretched out on top of her. As he pinned her to the desk, he felt her hands between his pubic arch and hers. Her twisted skirt was a lumpy rope between them. His shirt buttons grated between their sweaty skins. His cock squirmed, shooting one last hot dribble of semen into her searing sleeve.
"I don't know what got into you this morning," Joan sighed as she dragged her hands out from between them. "But I sure hope it happens again."
Mike grunted, and concentrated on the feel of his prick sliding out of her cunt as it shriveled. He didn't want to think of 'Caela and his incestuous lust for her.
Finally, it was over and done with, and he was alone in his office again. After the fuck Joan had stood in front of him, grinning wickedly. She had arranged her skirt over her sodden pussy, then buttoned her rumpled blouse, concealing her big breasts. After taking the signed letters from his "Out" basket, she had sauntered out. Her hips had swayed languidly and there was contentment in every line of her body.
Turning his back on his desk so he wouldn't see the dark stain on the blotter, Mike thought about his three daughters. He was afraid he had put his birds and the bees lecture off too long. Katherine had died ten years ago, and even 'Caela had of course been too young, then. Now, probably, she was too old for him to-clue her in on the facts of life. Anyway, it wasn't the kind of topic that a man usually has to talk with his daughters about.
Maybe it wasn't too late, though. She'd had a good upbringing, after all, church on Sundays, and a good strict school until the move here. Maybe she was physically far beyond her psychology? It was a thin hope- but she had never given any indication she was really aware of sex.
Gabby and Patty were still virgins, of course. But he was going to have to take the bit between his teeth and tell them what he hadn't told 'Caela. There wasn't any doubt that the public school they were going to now had an entirely different social atmosphere.
He felt reasonably confident they could take care of themselves. It was a good thing, with the entire summer stretching ahead of them, and his having to work as hard as possible to build his new clientele.
He wondered how the girls were spending the day.
* * *
'Caela was biting her lower lip as Chris Duffy crossed the room toward her. His cock was bobbing and waving heavily. She couldn't take her eyes off it When he'd said he was a nudist, and asked if it was all right to take all his clothes off, she had felt as if she had been punched in the stomach-but in a nice way. Her chest had gotten all tight, making it hard to say, "Sure, okay by me."
Now he was tensely walking toward her, his clothes in a heap in her father's easy chair. There was so much of him. He was all tan, except for where his bathing suit usually covered him. He had no hair on his chest at all, but there was a big curly bush of it around the base of his cock. And under his cock were two lumps in a funny, dusky bag. His cock was-was, immense, and stiff and hard. It was dribbling some sticky, clear fluid. It was absolutely gorgeous. The sight of it was making her insides feel all funny, all hot and soft and tense.
It was like the way Daddy's hard-on had made her feel that morning. Only more so.
"How about you?" Chris asked. His voice sounded funny through the ringing in her ears.
"Huh? What?"
"How about you? Aren't you going to get naked?" Chris asked. He reached for the soft drink he had left on the coffee table.
"Uh, no, don't think so," 'Caela stammered.
"Why not? Besides, it hardly seems fair for me to be this way, and you to stay dressed," he pointed out.
"I'm not a nudist," 'Caela answered. "I'm not used to it, the way you are." She was beginning to think that maybe inviting Chris over when she was the only one home hadn't been such a good idea after all.
"Well, suit yourself. Sure is a lot more comfortable this way, though. Clothes are a real pain."
"Maybe," she answered, managing not to flinch away when he sat down beside her on the couch. She kept looking at his cock. God, it was big!
He slid his arm around her shoulders and drew her against his naked body. She folded her arms, afraid to let her bare arm touch his naked thigh. Then he put his cola down, and touched her chin, turning her head.
When his lips touched hers it was like a river of fire was pouring from him to her. His tongue touched her lips, and she felt her mouth parting to let him in. He began stroking the side of her neck, then eased his hand down toward her breast. She wanted him to stop, but also didn't want him to stop. She kept her arms folded. They were sort of across and under her breasts.
His fingers pried between her arm and her boob, squashing her soft soft flesh, wrinkling the lace cup of her bra. The pressure against her nipple made the fire in her guts burn even hotter. She let her arms loosen a little, and felt his warm, hard, strong hand engulf her breast. Reflexively, she tightened her arms, which increased the pressure on her tit. A fold of her bra pinched, made her nipple ache and burn.
And all the time she was feeling the heat of his naked body next to hers. She was kissing him: his tongue was deep in her mouth. She closed her eyes. All she could think of was his towering hard-on, that pale ivory column of meat, with its pink head and seeping slit.
God, she loved the touch of his Hand on her breast! And then it was gone. The kiss ended, and she was again facing the impatient tower of his cock. His fingers touched the top button of her blouse. She shuddered deep inside, where he couldn't see it.
"I love you," he murmured. She loved hearing him say it, though she knew it was a lie.
She unfolded her arms, letting him unbutton her blouse. When he opened it, she felt cool air touch her flesh. His hand curled over her breast, closer now, separated from her by only a thin layer of lace.
She touched his naked thigh, felt its hairy hardness. She thought she could feel the heat from his cock.
He kissed her again. His grip on her breast got harder, stronger, more demanding. It was more exciting, too. When his other hand dragged her blouse back off her shoulder, she squirmed her arm out of it. A brief struggle and her blouse was a rumpled lump behind her. His hand slid from her breast, around to her side. She twisted toward him, thinking he wanted to hug her. She reached out, put her other arm around him, and bumped her fingers against the scalding tip of his dick. Desperately, she clutched at his ribs.
His fingers touched the clasp of her bra. She crushed herself against him, and felt him pinch the hooks, felt her bra come loose. Then his hand was seeking up her naked torso, shoving her bra aside, taking possession of her breast.
"So soft," he moaned as he fondled her lush, warm, yielding boob. He dipped his head suddenly, and his mouth fastened on her nipple. She thought she was going to die! Her thighs opened and closed spasmodically as he sucked on her tit. His tongue felt like red-hot sandpaper on her pink, berry like nubbin. She groaned way down deep in her throat. Her panties and shorts felt tight and uncomfortable against her pussy.
Blindly, she reached down. And felt his rock-hard cock! Her fingers bent around the hot, stiff prod. Never in her life had she felt anything like it. It was so hard on the inside, and so soft on the outside! Something hot and slippery and wet made her hand stick to his flesh. She squeezed, and felt a fresh wave of fluid drip down over her fingers.
His fingertips probed at the waist of her shorts. She knew she should tell him to stop. Instead, she sucked in her gut and fumbled with the snap and zipper, actually opened the waist of her shorts for him. His fingers dug into her soft tummy, pushed her panties down, then slipped inside them. Her belly tightened, her hips shifted, and she felt a stinging tugging as his fingers invaded the forest of her snatch.
He sucked his mouth away from one tit, and fastened it on the other. Then his hand took over on the spit-slick one his mouth had just left. The multi-pronged assault was making her senses reel, making her inhibitions crumble. And way down deep inside was a core of fear that was growing stronger and stronger.
"No," she moaned as his finger wedged into her slit. "No. Stop!" she wailed as he penetrated her. Suddenly, a stinging pain cut through her burning lust. "STOP!" she screamed, terror raging through her. She pushed him away.
"I-I'm sorry," she moaned as he recoiled from her, angry and puzzled. "I've never done it," she confessed, feeling somehow diminished by the admission.
"You mean, you're a virgin?" Chris asked, stunned.
Micaela nodded, and huddled defensively over herself.
"Gee, I'm sorry," Chris apologized. "I didn't know. Honest."
"You're not-angry?" she asked timidly.
"Angry? No, I'm just surprised."
"I-can't do it," she whispered. "I'm sorry, but I just can't. Can you understand? Do you mind?" She didn't look at him, but out of the corner of her eye she could see his cock. It was still hard, still sticky and wet.
"I-guess so," he said reluctantly. "I mean, I can see your being scared-of getting pregnant. Stuff like that. I don't have anything to make it safe, either."
It wasn't getting pregnant that scared her, but she didn't say so. He was a boy, and wouldn't understand. "I'm sorry I got you so turned on," she apologized. "I didn't mean to be a tease."
"I know," he answered, with surprising tenderness. "I do love you, you know."
"And I love you, too," she answered, and they kissed, and everything was wonderful again. She reached for his cock. She loved the feel of its heat and hardness.
"You could-uh-jack me off," he suggested hesitantly.
"Jack you off?"
"Do me with your hand," he explained. "I don't know how," she whispered. "I'd like to. But I don't know how."
"Like this," he said, showing her how to move her hand up and down his cock.
"It's so big," she noted, following his directions. She slowly moved her hand up and down his pecker. The skin wrinkled and slid over the heart of it.
"Use your other hand, too. Over the head of it," he moaned.
"Like this?" she asked, amazed by the feel of the tip of his prick. It was soft and rubbery. His slick juices made her hand slide all over. She leaned forward, watching her hand massaging his cock.
"Yeah, like that," he moaned. "Oh, wow! Don't stop. Don't stop. Faster!"
Her hands made a sticky sound as she pumped his dong faster and faster. She had one wrapped around the shaft. With the fingers of the other she made a teepee, so the head of his cock pushed against her palm on the down stroke, hitting her fingers on the upstroke.
"Yeah," he grunted. "Yeah, yeah." His hips began humping. "Gonna cum. Gonna cum!"
The cock in her fingers swelled, and erupted. A thick, gooey wad of something spurted against her palm, streamed down over her fingers. It was followed by another, and another, and another, until she was being flooded. With every shot the cock pulsed and jerked, and Chris's hips heaved upwards.
'Caela snuggled against him, and held his shriveling, satisfied cock. His semen was thick and wet on her hands and the air was rich with the musky scent of it. She thought of the lump in her father's pants that morning, and knew, all of a sudden, who she wanted to have her cherry.
Farthest from her mind at that point was what her sisters were doing. All she cared was that she was safe from their coming home and catching her like this with Chris. They had the whole afternoon ahead of them.
"I'll get a towel," she announced calmly. Once out of the room, she shed her bra. After a moment's thought, she also stripped off her shorts and panties. She was no longer afraid of being naked with Chris. His eyes lit up when she came back into the room. She wiped the cum off her hands, then cleaned him up.
"You're beautiful," he said softly.
"Thank you."
"You're sure no one'll interrupt us?"
"We're safe for hours. Patty's at the pool, and Gabby has a dance lesson. They always take all afternoon."
"What about your father?"
"He'll be working until six at least," 'Caela answered. "Come on, I'm hungry."
CHAPTER TWO
Mike Kelly paced his office. He was trying to dictate a letter and kept thinking of everything but the letter. Mostly, he was thinking about Micaela: her graceful legs and lush, maturing body. The way she had come jiggling down the stairs that morning made it impossible to think of anything else, even though he had knocked off a piece with Joan not more than an hour ago.
Joan wasn't helping any, either, dammit. Her skirt was halfway up her thighs. She had her legs crossed so that one knee was aimed right at him every time he walked past. He tried changing the direction of his pacing, but that made it even worse, since it gave him a glimpse down her blouse. What he really needed was a bigger office or a homelier secretary.
"Where was I?" he asked for the fifth time.
Joan read back the preceding sentence.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered, trying to concentrate.
He thought of the shape of 'Caela's breasts, the way the sun had streamed through her thin pajamas. He thought of quiet, studious Gabby's graceful way of moving, her slim, lithe dancer's body. He thought of sassy Patty and the way he'd had to order her back up to put a bra on over her budding tits. He had been able to see her nipples right through her T-shirt. Damn, now he was getting a hard-on again. He hoped Joan wouldn't notice it, and, in an attempt to conceal it, changed the angle of his pacing again.
He wound up in the corner of the office, with nothing to do but walk directly toward Joan. He threw his head back as if searching the ceiling for inspiration. Finally he had to turn when Joan protested that she couldn't hear him.
His cock was like an aching, swollen arm in his pants, thrust impatiently out against his underpants and trousers. The image of 'Caela silhouetted against the window flashed through his mind again.
"Hot in here today," Joan commented during a pause. He glanced over, and flinched. She had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, and was fanning herself with the loose collar, showing the slopes of her generous breasts almost to the edge of the nipples.
"Yeah," he grunted. "Where was I?"
"You had a hard-on, and were trying to hide it in the corner," Joan noted, not cracking a smile.
"Cut it out, we've got work to do," he growled.
"Yes, sir," Joan agreed placidly, and proceeded to read back the last sentence he had dictated.
"Thank you. The results of the recent erection are certain to result in heightened interest by ... what the devil are you laughing at?"
Joan tried to stifle her snickers. "Did you hear what you just said?"
"No. What the hell did I say?"
She read it back to him, emphasizing the word "erection."
"Dammit to hell," he bellowed. "You knew I meant 'election.'"
"But the way you said it is true, too," she answered in a sultry tone. "My interest is definitely heightened by your recent erection."
"Dammit, we've got work to do," he complained as she set her steno pad aside and advanced on him.
"I don't know what's gotten into you today, but I'm all in favor of it," she said, coiling her arms around his neck and grinding her crotch against his jutting hard-on.
"Dammit," he complained, looking down her neckline. She gazed up at him. His hands flapped around, and then settled on her firm ass like homing pigeons.
His mouth met hers in a sucking kiss as he dragged her hard against his jutting cock. She pasted the full length of her sensuous body against his. Her breasts squashed against his chest like twin pillows. His groin was aching with hunger.
She released his neck, and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Naked this time," she said throatily.
"No," he protested feebly.
"You don't have any appointments, and the phone is on automatic answer," she said, stripping his shirt off him.
She tugged her own blouse off, baring her powerful boobs. She had a small, slender frame that made her C-cup tits all the more impressive. Her fingers went to the waist of her skirt, and it tumbled down around her ankles. She was nude except for her necklace.
"God!" he grunted.
"Mmmm, yum," she purred as she knelt in front of him and liberated his erect phallus. Her fingers fluttered over its aroused length, tickling and touching, bringing every nerve ending to life. He felt her hot breath on its head as another vision of his three daughters paraded past his eyes. All three of them seemed to be watching his incredible wantonness. Instead of turning him off, it made his lust roar higher, made the ravenous knot of flame in his groin grow bigger, made his swollen cock throb.
Joan's lips engulfed his pecker, and he felt her tongue stroke his aroused meat. A hot trickle of goo seeped into her mouth. She drew more from him with a slow sucking stroking. Looking down, he saw that she had half his cock in her mouth. Her fingers touched his balls, rolled them gently. Then one long fingernail gently scratched the foundation of his dong. His innards coiled up like a rope of fire.
Releasing his cock, Joan helped him out of his loafers, trousers, and underpants. He stood there stark-naked in the late afternoon sunlight. "Like Adam and Eve," she whispered, coiling herself against him. She made his cock slide up her sleek flank until it lay between them like a rolling pin.
"Sit on the end of your desk," she said softly.
"Someone might see," he said, nodding toward the open window.
"I know. Isn't it wonderful?" She guided him over, made him sit with his ass just barely on the edge and his feet sticking out in front of him. She straddled his legs and moved forward until her cunt rubbed his cock. With her hands linked behind his neck, she rubbed the towering length of his phallus up and down her sopping gash. The bulbous head vanished in her thicket, then emerged again. Her wiry curls were scraping his nerves raw.
His hands came up and lifted the lush masses of her breasts. They were so heavy, so firm, so warm. He never ceased to be amazed at the lack of sag. His thumbs settled on her nipples, pushed them in, then released them, letting them spring back.
And still she was swinging her hips so his cock plowed her furrow without penetrating her cunt. He was sure, though he couldn't actually feel it with his pecker, that his phallus had to be rubbing right over her clit. The stroking was making his cock burn red-hot. He weighed her breasts and watched her lust grow and grow.
Suddenly she slid farther forward than she had been, and for a second he thought she had made a mistake. Then she slid back. He felt the head of his cock catch in her tunnel, and realized that she hadn't. She knew exactly what she was doing. As she swung her hips away from him, his cock levered up into her cunt, drilling deep into her steaming depths.
"God, you are so big!" she groaned.
Mike was speechless. The abruptness with which she took his cock wrenched the air from him. It felt like his prick had been suddenly wrapped in a hot glove of live meat. Releasing her tits, he leaned back on his hands. He shoved a paperweight off the desk without even noticing it. A drift of papers spiraled to the floor.
Joan began fucking herself on him. As she rose and fell, he felt every ripple of her vagina. His cock slithered in and out of her tunnel. Looking down, he watched as his prick, shining wet, appeared and disappeared in her brown snatch.
She eased down on him a little, and levered his cock around until it was drilling into her at a weird angle. It was rubbing her clit and had to bend sharply. It dug against the rear wall of her cunt each time she came down. The stimulation to his glans was excruciating, stronger than he had ever experienced. His cock whipped free of her with a sucking sound, and she wailed with misery. A few frantic seconds, and she had him back and her hips were swinging again.
He was going to cum. The ache was beyond belief. His whole insides were on fire.
"Cum with me," Joan pleaded.
"Yeah," he groaned. "Right now!"
"Ohh, yesss," Joan whispered, and lay forward on top of him as he spurted into her hot depths. She writhed on top of him, crushing and scraping her breasts against his big, hairy chest. Her legs trailed along beside his strong thighs as she squirmed down hard on his spouting shaft. He braced himself as her legs hooked around his, locking them together. His cock socketed in her clutching, blazing-hot hole; he felt every muscle in her body go rigid as his semen tanks wrung themselves dry and flooded her cave.
She clung to him until the last steaming drizzles of jizm had left his shriveled dick. When she climbed off, his pecker flopped limply out of her slit, spattering his thigh with mingled cum.
"Poor baby," Joan purred, bending over and taking his sloppy penis into her mouth. Then, strolling across the office, she sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs. She eyed him quizzically and arched one eyebrow. "Now, to what do I owe this largesse?" she asked.
"What makes you think you owe it to anything?" he answered, heading for his clothes.
"Don't get dressed. It's too warm. Although we have been enjoying each other carnally for some time now, this is the first double-header we have played. You seem to have a perpetual hard-on today."
"Maybe it's you," he said uncomfortably, loading his pipe. He felt a little ludicrous sitting there behind his desk, stark-naked. Then he looked over at his naked secretary, and it didn't seem so ludicrous.
"Thank you. But we both know that isn't it," Joan retorted. She plucked absently at a loose thread in the upholstery of the couch, "Oh, I can turn you on, when you're horny enough. And, even when you aren't, if I really put my mind to it"
Mike didn't even grunt. Instead, he threw up a smoke-screen with his pipe.
"Today I didn't do a thing but respond to the blatant signals you were putting out," Joan went on. "Something had you turned-on before I even got here this morning."
"I've got a problem," Mike blurted out awkwardly.
"If this is a problem, I'd like to see more of it," Joan retorted.
"How come you're always so horny if you've got such a happy marriage?" Mike asked, irritated by her casual attitude toward the whole thing.
"I'm over sexed. I have an open marriage and a very understanding husband," Joan said easily. "Now, what's your problem?"
"You know my daughters?" he asked nervously.
"I know of them," Joan answered. "I've only met the oldest one-what's her name? Something unusual."
"Micaela," Mike answered. "After me. She's seventeen. We always call her 'Caela."
"Uh-huh."
"Then there's Gabby. She's sixteen. And Patty's fifteen."
"Gabby and Patty?" Joan asked.
"Gabrielle and Patricia, actually."
"You wanted sons?"
"Yes. But I love my daughters."
"I didn't say you didn't," Joan said quickly. "I think I'm beginning to understand!"
"What?"
"What had you so hot to trot this morning," Joan answered. "Now, Micaela is seventeen, and Gabby is sixteen, and Patty is fifteen. Very, very nubile, desirable ages."
"Now wait just a second," Mike protested, his pipe spouting sparks. "They're my daughters!"
"As I recall, Micaela is built in such a way that even a saint would get a hard-on," Joan countered crudely.
"But ... " Mike sputtered.
"What are the other two like?"
"Gabby is slender and graceful. She's a dancer. She has long golden blonde hair. She wears it in a ponytail."
"And Patty?"
"Blonde, too. She's just starting to mature."
"She's a bit late," Joan commented.
"She's slender now, but I think she's going to be built like 'Caela," Mike went on thoughtfully. "She's the sassiest one. Micaela sort of took over as Mother after my wife died. Gabby's quiet and studious, really pretty shy."
"Virgins?" Joan asked.
"Of course they are!"
"No need to bite my head off," Joan said calmly. "Are you sure?"
"What do you mean, am I sure? Of course I'm sure," he snapped angrily. "That's my problem."
"That they're virgins?"
"No, dammit. And don't get me all twisted up. Who's the boss in this office, anyway?"
"We could debate it, but we won't," Joan teased. "Okay, what's your problem? I'll be serious."
"Well, it's time I was teaching the girls something about-uh-the facts of life," Mike stammered.
"I love it when you go all pink about sex," Joan teased.
"GODDAMMIT!"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Joan soothed. "What you're trying to say is that they need some sex education."
"Yeah," Mike grumbled.
"So, give them some."
"But I'm a man!"
"So I've noticed," she said dryly.
"And I'm their father!"
"Who better for them to learn from?"
"A woman," he said quickly.
"Oh no, not me," Joan countered quickly.
"Why not? You're a woman. And you're not afraid to talk about sex."
Joan got up and began dressing casually. She stepped into her skirt and pulled it up over her naked hips. "In the first place, I don't even know them. I only met Micaela that one time, remember."
Mike couldn't help watching how her breasts shifted with her every move.
"In the second place, that implies a pretty heavy intimacy between you and me, your asking me to do something like that. I don't imagine they're quite ready to accept the kind of relationship you and I have."
"They'd never guess," he grumbled.
"They're not fools! And, thirdly, if you want my honest opinion, it is already too late," Joan continued, buttoning her blouse.
"NO," he said determinedly. He had his doubts about 'Caela. But Gabby was only sixteen, and Patty was fifteen. He was positive about them, positive.
* * *
At that moment, Gabby was following Kerry Ryan into his house. Her ponytail was stringy with sweat, and the armpits of her leotard were darkly stained. "How about a shower?" she asked.
"Together?" Kerry asked, brushing a lock of his blond hair off his forehead.
"How else?" Gabby answered with a slow smile. "No one's here but us, right?"
"Jawohl."
As she led the way, Gabby unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans. Once in the bathroom, she skinned them down and off. While Kerry adjusted the shower, she shed her leotard. She felt his eyes on her naked body as she used the toilet.
"Like to see you take a pee with that," she teased, indicating his mammoth erection.
"Bitch!" he growled in mock anger.
Kerry was slender and wiry. He was one of the few boys in her modern dance class. Belying the effeminate reputation of male dancers, he had an incredible cock. Gabby curled her fingers around his tower, measuring its weight and size. Tenderly, she fingered the tip, getting her hand all slick with juices.
"Don't spoil it for later," he warned.
"Wouldn't dream of it," she assured him, stepping into the shower.
"Wash me?" he asked, handing her the soap.
"If you do me while I do you," she answered, lathering her hands. She handed the bar back to him. Her soapy hands skated over his smooth chest, smearing it with suds. Then his hands touched her tight, firm tits. He squeezed, and her flesh squirmed in his grasp.
Gritting her teeth against the waves of excitement his touch triggered, Gabby concentrated on running her hands over his torso. She carefully avoided the jutting prod that interested her the most. Strangely, she found herself wondering about her father's cock. It was hard to realize that she had sprung from that shaft of his. She hadn't even seen him naked. She wondered if he was as big as Kerry.
Kerry's soapy hands probed into her armpits, rubbing the fine stubble there, then swept down her slender rib cage to her trim hips. Pulling away, Gabby knelt. She took the soap and lathered first one of his strong, graceful legs and then the other. His pecker swayed heavily right in front of her face.
Gabby wondered about what 'Caela had said that morning. Was Daddy getting horny? Gabby was pretty sure he was doing something with his secretary, but she didn't have any proof. He'd certainly had a hard-on this morning. Of course, 'Caela in her pajamas could give a statue a hard-on.
"You taking up residence down there?" Kerry asked, breaking into her reverie.
"Sorry," she apologized, getting to her feet.
"Just that I couldn't reach the interesting part," Kerry noted, his slithery fingers sliding into the fine, pale red curls of her pussy. They were so thin and sparse they barely misted her slit.
Gabby let her thighs spread, and purred as his finger invaded her cunt. Hoping his finger would find her hole and slide into her, she rocked her hips forward. She wrapped her soapy hand around his heavy shaft. It was bigger than Daddy's. No doubt about it. She slid her hand over it, felt the contours, the soft rubberiness of the head, the groove right behind it. And the great huge shaft, hard as stone, inside the tender skin.
Kerry's finger slid into her cunt, parting the rippled folds. She sighed and leaned back against the chilly tile wall. She thought of getting the tower in her hand into the hole being invaded by his finger, and felt hot excitement seeping from her cunt.
Then she thought of getting her father's cock up her tight tunnel, and the seeping became a flood. God, if Daddy was really horny, what better way for him to get his rocks off? Obviously, sweet, sturdy, virginal Micaela wouldn't do it. And Patty was too young to know what sex was all about. That left her, Gabby, to solve the problem. The thought made her guts boil with horniness.
"Let's get out of here," Kerry suggested, as if reading her mind.
Quickly, they rinsed off the soap, then toweled each other dry. Kerry led the way. The tight cheeks of his muscular ass flexed smoothly with each step. Once in his room, he switched on the record player. Gabby lay down on his bed and slid over to make room for him.
For a long time, he just stood over her, his eyes sweeping up and down her slender body. His eyes touched her gentle, firm breasts, her trim belly, the delicate strawberry of her muff and the lithe length of her legs. Gabby loved his admiration, and feasted her eyes on his jutting phallus. Reaching out, she delicately brushed it with her fingertips. It bobbed heavily as she stroked its underside.
The bed sagged as he eased down onto it. He had his head toward her crotch. She clutched at the handle of his pecker, and guided it toward her mouth.
For a long time, they barely moved. She toyed delicately with the rubbery head of his phallus. She parted the smirking slit, made it gape like a little fish mouth. It was all shining and wet inside. She felt him parting her cunt lips, felt cool air drying her overheated juices.
"Beautiful," he sighed. His breath was warm on her twat.
"Yummy," Gabby murmured. Her tongue flicked out, tasted his salty seepings. Her guts were being wracked by a series of shudders. It felt like all the muscles in her groin were being wound tighter and tighter. Her chest was tense, which made it hard to breathe.
Leaning forward, she gently mouthed Kerry's phallus. Her own thighs were spread wide, and Kerry had pillowed his head on the inside of one. The tip of his tongue touched the entrance to her vagina. She felt him go deeper into her hole, spreading her folds. His face nuzzled into her pussy.
The invasion and the pressure made her pussy weep with excitement. It felt like the walls of her cunt were breaking down, letting all her body fluids loose. She felt his mouth working against hex pulpy folds as he sucked down her flood.
Dragging on one of his legs, Gabby pushed his thigh under her ear. She was extremely conscious of the living heat and satin softness of his flesh against her cheek. She licked down his phallus toward his balls. Gently, she mouthed the heavy eggs. She ignored the few fine hairs that tickled her tongue.
Kerry was sweeping his tongue the length of her gash in long strokes. First he'd strike her clit, sending a high voltage jolt through her. Then he'd rasp past her pee hole and drive into her vagina for just a moment. He'd finish by sweeping the little ridge between pussy and asshole. Gabby felt like her guts were turning into one monster sex cramp from the endless stimulation. Her tits were so distended and hard, they felt like they were going to burst. Her thighs opened and closed on Kerry's head as he lapped at her gashing slit.
The slithery wet stroking of his tongue near her asshole gave her an idea. Leaving his balls to sag sideways against his thigh, she pushed her head farther back between his legs. She smelled sweat, and something else which she refused to put a name to.
For a moment she studied it. It was a crater, a puckered crater. It looked like a flower waiting to open. It was a dusky rose shade, and contrasted with the pale flesh around it. It nestled defensively in the deep crevice between his firm ass cheeks.
His tongue stroked her bung, and her innards folded up, drawing her into a tight curve. She pushed her head farther back between his slim legs. She shoved her crotch at his face as her belly wrinkled. Her stomach had a tight, sour feel to it. Kerry's tongue touched her asshole like a burning worm. It squirmed and probed and wriggled and dug. For a moment, she thought of how an earthworm burrows back into safety with a determined driving motion.
She dug her own tongue at Kerry's bung and felt her own tail hole slowly wedge open and let his burning probe slither in. Her stomach heaved convulsively, then was knotted into motionlessness by her incredible excitement. It was like everything inside her skin was filled with crawling fire.
She made her tongue as pointy as possible, and pushed, driving it into the puckery opening of his shitter. The rubbery ring yielded reluctantly, pinching the wriggly invader. Her face slick with sweat, her crotch dripping with cum and spit and sweat, she drilled her tongue into Kerry's dirt road.
There on the bed, sun drenching their slender, smooth, graceful bodies, the two teenagers violated each other's assholes with their tongues. Lying head to crotch, legs spasming against ears as their horniness grew and grew, they dug deep into each other's anuses. The music from the record player, a lilting excerpt from Tchaikovsky, was syncopated by the sucking, slurping sounds of the tail-eating.
Gabby was getting close to cumming and didn't want it this way. She wanted that monster phallus stretching her twat. With a groan of reluctance, she extracted her tongue from its greasy socket. Kerry's tongue stroked her ass, leaving a chill stripe of drying spit. She hauled herself away from him. She pushed him, rolled him onto his back.
Quivering, shuddering, her muscles on the verge of not obeying her, she struggled to straddle him so her back was toward him. Reaching down between her thighs, below her dripping twat, she found his mammoth dork and raised its head. Peering down, she saw the knob nuzzle into her curls, felt it touch her steaming slit. A delicate wiggle of the shaft, and the tip burrowed into her hole.
As Kerry curled his strong, slender fingers around her trim waist, Gabby eased down on his cock. The tip pried her open, bit by bit, until she felt the gate to her vagina stretching thinner and thinner from the enormous bulk. She was making little choking noises deep in her throat as the stinging, stretching feeling grew.
She felt his dick going deeper. She was getting it! She had taken the part with the largest diameter, and now she was getting the length. It augured slowly up into her clutching tunnel, stretching the folds and creases out until every square millimeter of her vaginal walls was hugging his dong. Her guts were hot and soft now. They had been waiting for this final, ultimate experience.
Reaching down, she fondled his heavy testicles and eased farther and farther onto his pecker. Kerry spread his thighs so she could tickle the foundations of his phallus. His hands toyed with her ass cheeks as she forced his prick deeper and deeper.
She felt the head of his cock touch bottom in her. It was like it had pressed up on her diaphragm. The air gusted from her lungs in a hot whoosh. Every muscle in her gut coiled tight as her innards were compressed by his towering piston. She felt as if she was being split right up the middle by the huge tower in her cunt.
"Awww, fuck me," Kerry groaned from behind her.
Gabby giggled. She was on the verge of hysterics. She tilted back, and back, and back, until she was lying on his chest. His distended penis in her groin was like a monster lever trying to tilt her back upright. Turning her head, she found his mouth, and they kissed, tasted each other's crotch seepings as their tongues tangled and dueled.
Kerry clutched her trim, flat breasts. He scrubbed them, mashed them against her ribs, made her erect titties bum hot.
She was drawn as tight as a bow. She was arched backwards with her legs folded under her. She had a vision of a cowboy astride a bucking horse, clinging to it as the horse put its head down and threw its rump high, trying to throw him off. Kerry's hands left her breasts, and stroked down over her taut tummy. He found her twat, and the gargantuan invader, and tugged on her already stretched labia. He fingered her searing clit, wrenching a gut-knotting moan from her.
With a heave of her dance-trained gut muscles, she sat up. She felt like her cunt was trying to turn inside-out from the friction. She slowly began fucking herself up and down on his huge cock. Every stroke pumped the flames in her crotch higher, making her carnal itch more intense. It was a crazy feeling: like her crotch had to sneeze. Every stroke made the need to sneeze all the greater.
Kerry was grunting. She fondled his balls and poked at his asshole, scratched his dimpled bung with her fingernail. His ass cheeks were knotting and his hips thrust up as she screwed herself down on him. The impacts were jarring straight up through her slender body, making her tits jerk, her jaw clench, and her eyes blur.
She was almost there! She could feel it growing inside her like a slow-motion fireball from an A-bomb. Like a blazing-hot balloon, it grew and grew. The searing walls stretched thinner and thinner. When the walls burst, she would be inundated with flames.
It was Kerry who put the pin to that over-stretched fire-bubble. His cock spasmed in her already overloaded crotch. A searing spurt of semen spattered the end of her vagina. Her flame-bubble burst, a white-hot ball of pleasure soared up through her like an exploding star. Every copious blast of sperm from Kerry's cock was gasoline on the bonfire of her cumming. Gabby felt her consciousness crisp into delirium. Her twat tried to spasm around the mammoth bulk glutting it, but it was too engorged to do anything but twitch faintly.
All the strength melted out of her body, she slumped forward and braced her hands on Kerry's knees. She saw cum creeping over the dusky balls that had produced it. In her gut, Kerry's cock gave a final exhausted twitch and began to shrink. Her abused vaginal walls contracted hard, trying to drive the invader out With a soft groan, she doubled over. Her breasts squashed against his thighs as she hugged his strong legs.
"Oh, Baby!" Kerry sighed, and rested his hands on her tight buttocks.
"Don't call me Baby," she protested wearily. "Patty's the baby, not me."
Patty's a sexy little cock-tease," Kerry argued. Her? Sexy?"
"You ought to see her around the pool," Kerry answered.
* * *
Aloyisius Joseph O'Brian, called A. J. by some, Al by others, watched Patty traipse around the pool. She had her chest stuck out. Her little tits pushed against her clinging T-shirt.
"Going swimming, Al?" she asked, trying to sound sexy.
"Uh, I dunno," he stammered, unable to take his eyes off her boobs.
"I am."
"That's nice."
"Why don'cha come with me while I change?" she suggested, waving her suit casually.
"What?!" he asked, his voice cracking. He repeated the question with even less success.
"If you'll let me watch you change, I'll let you watch me change," Patty explained. She had a hot, wormy feeling in her tummy. She loved the feeling and got it whenever she did something like this with a boy. Something about the glow in their eyes, the flush on their cheeks, and the great lump that grew in their pants caused it.
"But-you mean-uh," he stuttered.
"Come on" she said. "I got a key to the pump room. No one'll know we're there."
"But-but."
"Come on," she repeated, starting off. Her guts tightened at the thought of being naked in front of him and getting a look at what was in his trousers. She was relieved when he ran and caught up with her.
The pump room reeked of chlorine. She closed the heavy steel door. A single naked bulb in a wire cage glared down at them from the ceiling. The pumps whined noisily. In one corner green gas bubbled up through a glass tank filled with swirling water.
"See, no one here," she said cheerily, glad Al couldn't see her shivering insides. "And no one comes here unless something breaks. And that never happens."
"Oh."
With a casualness she didn't feel, Patty set her bathing suit and towel on top of a gleaming gray pump. She felt all hot and tight inside-like burning worms or something. She thought of how many times she had teased boys with glimpses of her tits, or her T-shirt with no bra, on her skimpy tank suit. She was trying something else this time. She had deliberately chosen Al because she was sure she could control him.
"You first," she ordered.
"You promise to-get naked, too?"
"Promise. Cross my heart," she added, deliberately drawing his attention to her tits by crossing her finger on one.
Al was sweating so hard his glasses had fogged up. He began shaking as he yanked his shirt off over his head. His chest was thin and bony. His hands fumbled at his belt, then tore his pants down. He nearly tripped as he kicked out of them.
His cock jutted out, tenting his jockey shorts with its towering length. It wasn't as big as the hard-on her father had had, but then, Patty reflected, Al was a lot younger than Daddy.
Chewing on his lower lip, Al hooked his thumbs into the elastic of his underpants, heaved them out over his dong, and shoved them down. His pecker surged free and swayed and bobbed. Patty licked her lips and swallowed hard. She hadn't realized it would be so pretty, and exciting, and scary, all at the same time.
Al shoved his underpants down and kicked them away. "Th-there y-you- are," he stuttered, shuffling nervously. His dick swung and jiggled each time he moved. "Y-your turn. You promised."
"Yeah!" Patty was barely able to whisper because of the ache in her guts. Her muscles were all tight and shaky. She tugged at her T-shirt, dragged it up, showed more and more of her tummy, then the lower curve of her breasts. Carefully, she gathered the shirt under her armpits. She saw the sweat break out on Al's forehead. With a quick twist, she yanked the shirt off. She dropped it fast, and went to work on her shorts before she could get too scared. Frantically, she shoved them down, baring her nearly hairless pussy. She kicked them off, and then was intensely aware of the caress of cool air all over her naked body.
"There," she choked, putting her hands on her hips.
"See?"
"Uh-yeah! Gosh!" Al tittered nervously.
Feeling bolder, and sexier now that she was naked, Patty moved closer to Al. Reaching out, she touched his pecker. Something clear and sticky and wet coated her fingers. Instinctively, she put them to her mouth and sucked it off. It had an interesting, salty, clinging flavor that made her mouth water.
"You could, uh, lick it off," Al suggested.
"You trying to get me to suck your cock?" Patty asked suspiciously. Her insides flared hot at the idea.
"No! 'Course not!"
"I will, if you'll eat me," she said, and giggled.
"I don't know," Al stammered. "I've-never done that."
"Well, I've never sucked cock before."
"You-you want to?"
"Yeah," she whispered, her guts churning.
"I better sit down," Al croaked, stumbling back and sitting on one of the whining pump motors.
Patty knelt in front of him. The cement floor was cold and hard under her knees. She felt her own seepings drying as air touched her naked pussy. As she leaned forward, Al gently touched her bare breasts, fingering their warm softness, making the nipples ache and burn. Her mouth watering in anticipation, she took hold of his hot cock. Leaning forward, she let her tongue touch his dick. Her mouth was instantly filled with the taste of his juices. She slid her mouth over the velvety, rubbery, warm head. She used her tongue to press the foreskin back. Her guts were in a turmoil of excitement and fear as she swallowed his hot leakings. She knew he was slouched back, watching avidly as she sucked his prick.
She pushed her head down, slid his cock toward the back of her mouth, along the length of her tongue. Reaching between her thighs, she fingered the hot softness of her pussy. As she sucked his dork, she wondered what sweet, pure Micaela, or teacher's pet Gabby, would say if they knew what she was doing. Too bad for them. They didn't know what they were missing.
It really was great having hot meat in her mouth! She was a bit surprised at how neat it was. It was like, sort of, a great, hard hot dog. She could feel the hard center, and the soft skin. And it kept leaking that great tasting stuff. By moving her head back and forth, sliding the big shaft in and out of her mouth, she got more of it. Al was panting and whimpering sort of funny. She saw his stomach muscles jerking and squirming.
It sure was. Patty felt the lean meat in her mouth swell and pulse. There was a funny, squirmy feeling along the bottom of it, and suddenly her mouth was flooded with hot, sticky, creamy goo. It was sort of salty, and made the back of her tongue sting. It filled her nose with a funny musky scent. She swallowed as the dick in her mouth kept jumping and pumping, squirting hot jizm down her throat. He was cumming in her mouth! And she was swallowing it! She was really, truly a real cock-sucker! The knowledge made her drill her thumb into her own steaming, slick hole.
She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, until his pecker was just barely wiggling and oozing little bits of stuff. Carefully, she sucked the last of it out of his shrinking dick, then let it go. She saw it flop limply over his balls as she sat back and wiped the spit and jizm off her chin.
Al was panting, his thin chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. "Goolllleeee," he wheezed at last, lifting his head and looking down at her.
"Your turn now," Patty ordered, still fingering her twat.
"Wh-what should I do?" he asked.
"Stick your tongue in me."
"Uh, no, I don't want to."
Patty felt a surge of anger. After all, he'd promised. And even though she had liked doing it to him, she had an incredible itch now and had to do something about it. "You promised!"
"I-I had my fingers crossed," he stammered.
"You do it, or I'll tell everyone you're queer," Patty threatened.
"Aw, everyone thinks that already."
"I'll scream rape and you'll go to jail," Patty tried.
"You wouldn't!"
"Oh yeah?" She drew in a deep breath, and threw back her head.
"DON'T," Al yelped.
"You gonna do it?" Patty demanded.
"Yes. But don't pee on me."
"I'm not going to pee on you! My God, that's disgusting." She sat down beside him on the whirring motor. She felt the cold metal against her bare ass. The vibrations swirled through her already confused tummy.
Spreading her thighs, she pried apart her pussy lips, let him see the inner folds, the tiny bud of her pisser, the veiled tunnel of her virginal cunt. As she looked down at him, kneeling between her legs, she got a delicious feeling of power.
Squeezing his eyes shut, sticking his tongue out as far as he could, he leaned forward slowly. She had to let go of her cunt lips and guide him to his target. She watched and felt his tongue touch her twat. An electric jolt slammed up through her and she wondered if the motor under her had short-circuited.
The first taste evidently calmed Al's fears. His eyes opened and his expression changed from stark terror to interest and excitement. Patty let go of his head and leaned back on her arms. She watched his bespectacled face between her slender tan thighs. His tongue stroked her twat, stroked its few fine strands of hair. He stroked his tongue along her crack, pried the bulging lips apart. Then he touched something up high in her slit and a blast of pure pleasure surged through her.
The itch was stronger, more demanding. "Do that again," she groaned.
He did it again, and flames blistered her innards. He probed deeper and the fires got hotter and hotter. Patty writhed and squirmed as the electric motor thrummed its vibrations through her, and Al's tongue stoked the fires of her young lust. He was lapping eagerly at her now, sweeping up her thick drippings. He stroked her clit with every swipe. Every time his tongue went over it, Patty convulsed, jumped as if an electric current had hit her.
The sight of his head between her naked thighs did something to her. The itch kept getting better and better, bigger and bigger. It really was like a sneeze was growing in her gut. Frantically, she reached down and pried her pussy lips apart, and pointed at the special spot. "There! Bite me there!"
She felt a flash of pain as teeth clamped on her delicate nubbin. "YOWH! Too hard," she screamed.
Al changed to his lips, and the pain became pleasure. His tongue tickled her mini-penis, and the sneeze erupted. She gargled senselessly. Bubbling and gurgling, she wrapped her slender legs around his head. Her hips humped and bumped against his face. She didn't stop until she was totally exhausted. Then she flopped limp as a dead fish and tried to catch her breath. She had to push Al away from her dripping pussy to make him stop.
When he sat back, she saw his cheeks were all slimy with liquid. His glasses were so steamed up he was blind. He pulled them off. She saw suddenly that he had neat, very dark eyes. "Wow," he panted, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.
"Gosh," Patty sighed.
"We better get out of here," Al noted nervously.
"Yeah, we better," she agreed. "Come on, let's go swimming."
"Yeah."
They quickly scrambled into their suits. Patty peered cautiously out the door before beckoning him into the blinding summer sunlight. She let him hold her hand as they climbed the grassy slope up to the pool. She wondered how soon she could do it again, wondered what other neat things there were.
Daddy wouldn't like it, she supposed. But why not? She was still a virgin, after all. But Micaela was right. Daddy was horny. Maybe he wouldn't feel quite so bad if she did him the same way she had done Al.
"Whatcha thinking about?" Al asked.
"Nothing. Let's not hold hands, or everyone'll be saying I'm your girl."
"Aren't you?"
"I guess maybe I am," she decided, taking his hand again, giving it a squeeze. "I guess I am."
* * *
Mike cleared his desk and prepared to head for home. He was exhausted, drained from the work and the sessions with Joan. His groin ached.
"Would you like to come to dinner tonight?" Joan asked as she put on her scarf.
"Got to get home to the girls," he answered. "And besides, while your husband may take it all in stride, I'm not sure I could carry it off."
"Might be kind of kicky, the three of us," Joan suggested.
"Kinky, you mean," he answered. "See you tomorrow.
On his way home he began worrying about 'Caela and Gabby and Patty. He knew he was going to have to take the bull by the horns. The knowledge made his guts tighten.
CHAPTER THREE
Micaela carefully adjusted the water. Billows of steam filled the bathroom. Suds from the bubble bath foamed up as the water pounded into the tub. After using the toilet, the lushly built redhead stepped gingerly into the steaming bubbles. She had to grit her teeth against the heat until she got used to it.
Then, with a soft sigh, she sank down into the water. She took a deep breath of the scented mist as her breasts sank through the foam. For a long time, she just lay there, letting the water buoy up her body while the heat penetrated deeply into her. When the tub was full, she reached out with one foot and shut off first the cold water, then the hot.
In spite of the muscle-softening heat, she felt little geysers of tension spurt up and then die. Under the suds, her fingers gently rubbed the sodden auburn curls of her pussy. As a languid, sexy warmth engulfed her body, she let her legs relax and ease apart. Her knees appeared through the bubbles as she spread her thighs so she could finger her sex. Her head rolling on the hard rim of the tub, she let her mind wander.
Hearing a noise, she froze. She relaxed when she realized it was just the hot water heater shutting off. She had timed things very carefully, and it was too soon. She wanted to be in just the right mood when it happened. Gently, she fingered her soft inner folds, felt hot water penetrate her crevice.
Tantalizing herself, she eased a finger up toward her clitoris. Slowly, her hand shivering in anticipation, she circled the hungry button. With her other hand, she cupped one of her soft, slick, heavy breasts. She never ceased to be pleased with their size, their firmness, and their lush softness. She loved fondling her own body and concentrated on the exquisite warmth her own touch brought.
When she dreamed of what she hoped was to come, the fires flared up with hot impatience. Soon, it would be very soon, if everything worked out right. But she would have to be very, very careful.
Her finger touched her clit, and she moaned as a wave of fire swept through her. Licking lips that felt swollen and soft, she squirmed in the hot tub. The bubbles were making little popping noises as they slowly crumbled. Just so long as there were a few islands of suds left, her plan would work. She didn't want too many, but too few would be even worse.
She rolled her clit with her fingertip, made it squirm one way, then the other. She purred and pinched one alert nipple. She squeezed the rubbery-hard nubbin. She loved the warm feeling her touch triggered. The in-sides of her thighs had a funny, not unpleasant, sort of an achy feeling. It was as if they needed something to clutch.
Leaving her clit to throb with hunger, Micaela slid her fingers down toward her vagina. Very, very delicately she explored that opening. She felt the thin membrane that proved her virginity. Cautiously, she eased one finger into the small opening that did exist. It was, of course, much too small to admit a man's organ. She carefully eased a second finger in, and felt her cherry sting as she stretched it. She didn't want to tear it, break it herself. She just wanted to soften it up so that the later pain wouldn't be too great.
She distracted herself by brushing her wriggly clit with her thumb. She pinched it against her pubic arch and felt it squirm aside like a timid little animal. Each pinch and squirm sent pleasure messages to her horny mind. Ooh, it was going to be so good, so incredibly good!
There, that time she heard it. It was about time.
"Anybody home?" her father shouted.
"Hi, Daddy," she called. She was certain he would hear her since the bathroom door was open six inches.
"Where are you, Hon?"
"Just follow my voice," she managed, almost choking on the lump in her throat.
"Oh, you're in there," he said from right outside the door.
"Taking a bath," she informed him.
"Where are Gabby and Patty?"
"Slumber party at Wilson's, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. I forgot. How come you're not there?"
"Oh, Daddy! I gave them up years ago. Only kids go to them."
"Oh. Well, I'm going to fix myself a drink and read the paper."
Micaela checked the suds level on her breasts. Her aroused nipples were just barely hidden. "The paper's inhere."
"Hand it out to me, will you, Hon?"
Micaela made a loud sloshing noise. "Can't reach it. Besides, my hands are wet. You can come in and get it."
"That's all right, I'll wait," he stammered.
"Oh, Daddy, don't be silly. Anyway, I've got bubble bath over everything but my head."
"Well, I really would like to read it."
Micaela was sure he was interested in seeing more than just the paper. "It's all right," she insisted, feeling her tummy tighten.
He pushed the door open, flicked a brief glance at her, then, not very successfully, tried to look everywhere in the small room but at her. "Where is it?" he asked.
Micaela sat up slightly. She felt the suds clinging to her breasts. "Isn't it right there?"
"Where?" he asked, gazing around.
"Right there," Micaela answered, pointing gracefully. She knew her breasts were almost entirely visible, that just the nipples were hidden by the suds.
"I don't see it," he complained, frowning.
Micaela moved around in the tub, rolled to her stomach, and peered over the edge. "I thought it was right there." She let her ass rise to the surface, felt cold air touch her lush cheeks. She eased up, so her tits were just below the edge of the tub. The enamel was icy cold against her aroused nipples. They got even harder and stiffer. She pressed her arms in, squeezing her breasts together to increase the cleavage. Her bottom was clear above the surface now. He couldn't miss seeing the deep cleavage there, too.
"M--must not be in here," her father stammered, backing up and banging into the door.
"Gosh, maybe I left it in the kitchen."
"I'll find it," he said, trying to rip his eyes off her careful display. He backed clumsily out the door.
"I'll be out in a few minutes."
"Take your time, Hon," he told her as he latched the door behind himself.
Micaela smiled. She knew why he wanted her to take her time. He was hoping to get rid of the hard-on she had just given him. Well, maybe that one would fade. But the next one would be a real corker.
Grabbing the soap, she began to wash. She lathered her legs and reached for her razor. She wanted to be as soft as silk, without even a trace of stubble. The touch of her hands on her body made her exquisitely aware of every nerve ending. She lingered over the bathing of her breasts and her pussy, built her horniness to an excruciating level. A tight little knot of fear was lurking way down deep inside her as she neared the moment she had been plotting for two weeks.
It had taken that long to get it all arranged. First her own biological schedule had intervened. Then she had had to get Patty and Gabby out of the house.
Suddenly, Micaela was afraid to get out of the tub. She was so scared she felt like she needed to pee. Then she realized a tight, ravenous spasm in her gut was causing the feeling. Putting the fear resolutely behind her, she stood up. She pulled the plug and listened to the water rush down the drain.
"How soon are we going to eat?" her father called.
Micaela paused. She was busy fluffing her pussy with a comb. "Oh, gosh, Daddy. It'll be at least half an hour. Why don't you have another drink? And could I have a little wine?"
"You want it out here?" he asked.
"Could you bring it in here? I'm busy drying my hair," she lied.
There was a knock on the door and she opened it a crack. She concealed her breasts with one arm, but made sure he could see her naked back in the mirror.
"Thanks, Daddy," she purred, brushing her fingers against his as she took the glass.
"You going to be in there all night?" he asked plaintively.
"You want me to come out like this?" she asked.
"God no!" he erupted.
"I'll be out in a few minutes," she assured him. "Enjoy your drink."
He was muttering to himself as she eased the door closed. Taking a bottle of perfume, she dabbed some behind her ears and on the insides of her wrists. Then, with a shiver of excitement, she put a chilly drop between her breasts. A touch of lipstick and her make-up was finished. Then she slipped on the soft, lime green robe. It wasn't transparent, quite, but would show the shadow of her body if she stood in front of a light.
She arranged the neckline so the inner slopes of her breasts showed. Then she slipped on dainty green slippers that matched the gown. A deep breath made her chest rise and fall. The sight dispelled her lingering fears that he wouldn't be effected by her. She was confident that she could melt a statue.
"Hi, Daddy," she said cheerily. He looked up from the newspaper. His eyes widened admiringly.
"Like it?" she asked. She turned quickly, made it flare out and reveal her graceful legs. It swept out behind her and nearly exposed her pussy.
"Beautiful," he croaked. "Where'd you get it?"
"It was on sale," she assured him. "It was a close-out. I bought it for my trousseau."
"I thought trousseaus were saved for wedding nights," he noted, his eyes burning into her.
"That's an awful long way off," she answered.
"I hope not"
"Supper in just a few minutes," she noted, sweeping into the kitchen. She could feel his eyes following her.
She had spent most of the afternoon fixing his favorite meal. After checking that it was nearly done, she went to check the dinner table. She had used the best china and the crystal goblets. There were fresh candles in the holders. After lighting them, she dimmed the lights. Then she got the chilled wine and put it beside his place.
Finally, she set out the food. "Dinner's on the table," she called.
He stopped in the doorway and his mouth pursed in a silent whistle. "It's beautiful! you really went all-out. What's the occasion?"
"Oh, just a fun meal with my specialist man," she answered. "Come sit down before it gets cold. Could you open the wine?"
"Wine, too?" he asked, easing into his chair.
"And antipasto," she noted, bending low, offering him a plate of olives and celery. She did it carefully and gave him a tantalizing view of her breasts.
"Thanks," he said, fumbling for an olive.
As the dinner progressed, she kept the wine flowing, and the talk on an easy, soft level. It was pure heaven to have just the two of them for a change. Dinner with Patty tended to be a battle, rather than a pleasure.
As he finished the melon she had chosen for dessert, he cleared his throat. "Since Patty and Gabby are out tonight, maybe it would be a good time for the two of us to have a talk."
Micaela cocked her head alertly. "Good idea. Why don't we go out in the living room?"
"Don't you want me to help you with the dishes?"
"Oh, pooh, they can wait. Until tomorrow if necessary. Let's not waste a nice quiet evening cleaning up the table. I'll get the sherry. You go on out and relax." She paused for a moment. "Don't use your chair. There's a split seam that needs mending."
"I've been sitting there all evening," he protested.
"I know it. I forgot to tell you. But it really does make it split more when you sit in it."
"All right," he grumbled.
When she came out of the kitchen with the sherry, he was stretched out on the couch. She bent over deliberately when she handed him his glass. She saw his eyes plunge into her neckline, explore the lush round-ness of her breasts.
"Move over a bit," she said, pushing on his hip. She eased down carefully so the light spilled over her breasts. She crossed her legs so the negligee fell open and revealed her thigh.
"Cheers," she said, raising her glass.
He granted, and raised his. "That's nice perfume you're wearing."
"Thank you," she said softly. "Now, what was it you wanted to talk with me about?"
He studied his sherry, rolled the rich amber liquid around in the glass. He cleared his throat awkwardly.
"What is it, Daddy? You know you can tell me anything," she assured him softly, resting a hand on his strong thigh. Her heart was fluttering. She was sure he wanted to talk about sex, that he was trying to goad himself into discussing the facts of life.
"Daddy, I'm still a virgin," she announced huskily. She slid her hand toward the lump of his cock. Very gently, barely tickling it, she eased her fingers over the hard mass. Her insides were solid horniness.
"Oh, Baby," Mike moaned, putting his hand on hers. He meant to lift her fingers off his masculine staff, but ended up pressing her hand down more firmly.
"Kiss me, Daddy," Micaela moaned, leaning forward. Her full, moist lips were parted slightly. Her eyes were closed.
His lips touched hers, and an electric spark jumped from him to her. She pressed her mouth against his. Her lips were soft and yielding, at first, then hungry and demanding. Her tongue flicked his lips, and she felt him shudder in response. Her breasts just barely touching his chest, she let her tongue retreat, let his attack.
Suddenly, he broke the kiss and turned his head aside. "Oh, GOD, Baby," he groaned.
She sat up, and her eyes fogged with tears of love. She felt incredibly soft and lush and sensuous. But there was also a searing core of diamond-bright tension deep in her gut.
"I'm a woman now, Daddy," she said softly. "I'm a woman, not a baby." She took his hand and guided it to one of her full, mature breasts. She slipped his fingers inside the robe, felt his rough palm stroke her tender flesh, setting her eager tit aflame. She pressed his hand down hard on her bosom. Her whole chest was tight. Her breath burned her throat as she fought for air.
"Oh, Baby," he moaned, trying to take his hand away.
"No!" she snapped, fighting her terror. She was terrified that it would happen, and terrified that it wouldn't. She didn't know which scared her more, that he would take her, or that he would reject her. "Daddy, please! Please don't reject me!"
"But, Honey, I'm your father," he said desperately.
"I know," she whispered. "What better man to give my first love to? I want you, Daddy, I need you. Please, Daddy. Love me."
"Oh, Baby," he moaned. She felt the tension go out of his hand, felt his fingers close firmly and tenderly on the lush globe of her breast. She knew she had won. Her pussy flared hot with excitement when she thought about what was to come.
Reaching out, she slid her fingers over the lump of his phallus. As he fondled her breasts, she unfastened his belt and his trousers, and exposed his underpants. There was a wet, sticky stain on the strained white material. Very delicately, she eased his cock through the fly, and wrapped her warm fingers around its hot, hard length. Impulsively, she bent down and gave the head of it a gentle kiss. His hot lubricant stung her lips. Then she cuddled the heavy shaft to her soft cheek. She felt an overwhelming wave of love for the battering ram that was soon to shred her hymen.
"Oh, Baby."
Letting go of his prick, she eased the strap of her negligee down her arm, baring her breast. Then she went back to fondling his prick. Stroking it with her thumbs, she watched as thick clear drops emerged from the tip and slithered down over the purple head.
Without breaking his grip on her breast, and without releasing his thrusting hard-on, she stretched out beside him on the couch. With a shiver of fear, she realized it was going to happen right there in the brightly lighted living room.
She considered trying to get him into a bedroom, and discarded the idea. If she broke the contact now, either her fears or his inhibitions might intrude and destroy the mood. It had to be here, and now. The realization made her insides churn with terror, and her pussy weep with hunger.
She pressed herself against him, felt his strength and heat even though he was still almost fully dressed. Cautiously, she released the fastening of the negligee, spread it open so she could press the full length of her body against him. Then, on second thought, she shed the robe completely. Totally naked, she snuggled beside her father and held the phallus that had planted her own seed. She squirmed, easing the head of his penis into her steaming, boiling, ravenous socket.
He pulled away from her, pressed against the back of the couch. Desperately, she followed him, running her thumbs over the slippery tip of his cock. Then he leaned against her, and she understood. She wriggled to her back under him. He towered over her, his face torn with conflict. She spread her legs for him.
She managed to wrench his cock free of his underpants, shoving them downward. Then she guided the tip of his prick to her pussy, and nuzzled it into her hot slit until it pressed against her virgin barrier.
"Yes, Daddy?" she asked, pleaded, begged. "Yes?"
"Oh, my sweet Baby," he groaned, sinking his cock in her tight tunnel.
She kept her grasp on his cock as it thrust into her. She felt her barrier tug and stretch, felt the tip of his dick spread the small hole that was already there. She felt her cherry begin to tear. It was a burning, ripping pain. She squeezed her eyes shut against the tears, and bit back a cry. Her flesh shredded. Her father's cock had shattered her innocence.
Then, the pain faded to an ache, and she felt him pumping his prick into her. She let go of his cock. He moved very easily and carefully, deeper and deeper into her hole, spreading and stretching tissues that had never before felt the touch of a cock.
She opened her thighs wider, and hugged his big, heavy bulk to her. She felt him drive deeper and deeper and deeper. Every move made the bleeding tatters of her hymen burn and sting.
And then, his cock was sunk full-depth in her clutching, bleeding hole, and his pubic arch crunched down on her clitoris. The pain melted away like mist in the sun. She was so full, so wonderfully, wonderfully, completely full! There wasn't room for anything in her mind but incredible love and unbelievable pleasure.
"Oh, Daddy," she sighed happily as his panting breath steamed the side of his neck. Grasping his head, she forced him to kiss her. Their mouths clashed in a ravenous clatter of teeth and tongues. As they fought to devour each other, he began gently fucking his cock in and out of her glutted cunt.
Flames ranged through her. They flared up as her clit was pounded once, twice, three times ... then she lost count. She felt his dork stroking the clutching velvet walls of her hole. The fire in her guts got hotter and hotter and hotter until it swirled up in a searing cyclone and crisped her consciousness. As her awareness flittered away in a glittering dance of sparks, her only regret was that she had waited so long.
CHAPTER FOUR
After he had shanked his third drive off the practice tee, Mike jammed the driver back in the bag and stamped off to the clubhouse. It was impossible, he thought dismally, to hit a decent drive when all you could see was your daughter's naked body. He wasn't sure which was worst: the gnawing guilt over what he had done, or the aching, horny desire to do it again.
Now, he mused, he was afraid to go home. He was afraid that she would be there, waiting for him. He knew it would be impossible to resist her siren call, no matter how hard he tried. He was afraid, though, that she wouldn't have to even hint that she wanted him* He was terrified he might actually rape his own daughter.
"Double scotch," he said as he slumped down at the bar. Resolutely, he kept his back toward the door, kept his shoulders hunched in silent rejection of companionship. The bartender, showing the skillful tact of that breed, served him silently, and left the chit un"totaled.
What the hell was he going to do, Mike wondered. He had to live with the girl. She was his daughter. He couldn't send her away-she was only seventeen, just entering her last year of high school. One more year, and she would have been in college, and the whole thing would never have happened.
He considered moving out himself. But he couldn't abandon the kids. After all, why should Gabby and Patty suffer for what he and Micaela had done? They didn't have anyone else, what with all the grandparents gone, and no aunts or uncles.
The scotch burned his throat and started into his bloodstream. He felt his muscles begin to relax for the first time since it had happened two days ago. He rapped his glass on the bar. The bartender came over and refilled it.
Mike thought again of that night. The ache in his gut swelled and pulsed, threatened to devour him. Christ, if only it had been just once, he could pass it off as a mistake. But it hadn't been just once. He had taken her again, right there on the sofa. His cock had risen to the occasion like a damn animal. She had welcomed him the second time even more eagerly than she had the first. It had lasted longer, oh, so exquisitely much longer. Her sweat-slick body under his had humped eagerly as he had driven into it. She had stripped him naked between bouts. Then they had coupled in a tangle of arms and legs. Her breasts had been twin cushions against his hairy chest.
He felt his cock rise and stiffen. He was glad he could hide his hard-on, because he sure couldn't stop thinking of Micaela. How her eyes had flashed and her fingers had clawed at him. He remembered how tight and hot her cunt had been. She had arched and scratched as he had reamed her with his cock. He had ground his pubis against hers as he struggled to touch bottom with his dick.
Mike tossed off the second double scotch and rapped for a third. He didn't notice that the bartender shorted him on the measure this time. Bartenders know, the good ones anyway. Mike swilled the booze around in his mouth.
She had been an imp, a flashing, darting elf of lust. If imps and elf's were built the way she was. No, those terms were more for Patty and Gabby. Micaela had taken his second gusher of cum with a wail of ecstasy. Her cunt had spasmed around his jetting cock, her fingernails had raked his back. She had arched off the sofa, held more than half his weight on her groin. God! It had been better even than it had been with her mother. She seemed to have no inhibitions, only instincts.
He'd felt like a kid, a stupid, fucking kid. Proud, just because he could get it up for a second go-around. She had dumped him off her and scampered through the house. Her full tits had jiggled excitingly while his cum, stained with the pink swirls of her virginity, drizzled from her sodden cunt.
Laughing and snorting like a fool, he had pursued her, and caught her, and loved her with his hands and his mouth. His cock had risen to the occasion yet again, though his groin had ached in protest. But, instead of taking him willingly, she had teased him then. She led him, guided him to the shower. She had twisted and turned under the spray while he bathed her. Then, scented and powdered and squeaky clean, she had insisted that he shower, too.
When he had come out, she had been waiting for him, in bed, in his bed, nude and luscious and lovely. The covers had been thrown casually off the bed. She had been there on the white sheet, her naked body a study in pink and white, with auburn hair.
She had cuddled his head as he nursed on her tits. He had tongued her rosy buds until they were stiff and hard, and glistening with spit. Then, dear God, she had eased him onto his back, straddled him, and lowered herself on his aching hard-on. The hot, wet, velvety sucking glove of her cunt had swallowed his thrusting phallus yet again. He had looked down, and watched it vanish into her red muff.
She had ridden him like he was a stallion. She had bounced in the saddle without getting unseated. His prick had been burned numb from the endless stimulation. He had reached up and clutched her breasts. She had thrown her head back like a spirited mare as his fingers bruised her soft, tender flesh. While he watched, she had reached down and found her clit and diddled herself to a flaring peak while pogo-sticking up and down, up and down, up and down on his aching, exhausted, rock-hard cock.
He hadn't thought he could possibly come a third time. But she kept doing it, kept bouncing and bouncing and bouncing, until he thought his prick was going to get wrenched off. She had swung her hips with a whore's skill, until finally his aching groin had reached the flash point and erupted. Only there wasn't any cum left to pump, so he just spasmed in dry heaves. He had felt like he was being hacked in two with a dull ax.
Then, his dick still in her wet, warm hole, she had slumped on top of him, and sunk into a deep, contented sleep. They had spent the night that way: cuddled together on the same bed on which he had asked her.
And now he was afraid to go home, for fear he'd do it again. "No!" he said, slamming his glass down on the bar.
"You all right, Mr. Kelly?" the bartender asked.
"Do you have any daughters, Sam?" he asked.
"No, no daughters," Sam answered sadly. "No sons. No family at all."
"You have no idea how lucky you are," Mike answered, reaching for the chit. He added a generous tip and signed it. "You have no idea how lucky you are."
Leaving Sam standing there looking puzzled, Mike made his way out of the bar. He managed to walk a reasonably straight course in spite of the three drinks. Once he was in the car, he gripped the wheel. He wasn't sure if he wanted her to be there when he got home, or not. One part of him didn't want her there, but another part, the aching, itching part between his legs, was praying that she would be. The scotch tipped the balance.
The five minute drive seemed to take an hour. He was shaking when he turned in and parked in the driveway. Christ, it reminded him of when he had been fifteen and first dating. It took all his courage to go to the door. He was afraid that she wouldn't be home, that she'd stood him up. He was afraid that she would be home, that he'd have to spend the evening six inches from ecstasy.
Music was coming up the stairs from the basement rec room. That meant that Gabby was home. He felt a wave of relief. The confrontation with 'Caela had again been put off-for a few hours or a few days. Getting a beer from the refrigerator, he stopped at the top of the stairs and called down to her.
"Hi, Daddy, come on down," Gabby called gaily. "I didn't expect you home so soon."
"Bad day at the practice tee." He felt desire stir in his guts like a hot worm at the sight of her. Her trim leotard fitted like a second skin. A few strands of her blonde hair had escaped her ponytail and hung loosely around her finely shaped face. Christ! Why couldn't he have had homely daughters?
"Want to see my new routine?" Gabby asked, apparently not noticing his growing erection.
"Gosh, Hon, I don't know," he said, holding his beer in front of his crotch.
"Come on. It'll only take a minute. It's really neat!"
"Well, okay, but just for a minute," he agreed reluctantly, trying not to study the gentle roundness of her breasts, the way the leotard cupped her pussy, the sleek line of her graceful legs. The scotch and beer boiling through his bloodstream did nothing to help.
"Sit over there," she directed, pointing to the old couch.
Meekly, he obeyed. He clutched the beer like a security blanket, and wondered why the palms of his hands itched. Hoping to hide his hard-on, he started to casually cross his legs. She shot a sharp glance at his tented pants, and he froze, leaving his legs the way they were.
She deliberately stuck her trim ass up when she bent over the record player to start the music again. Then she turned, and waited for the music to start.
When she began to dance, he wished he had never come down the stairs. Her slender, lithe body made his pulse pound, and his prick stiffen like a telephone pole. Sonovabitch! Didn't she realize how sexy she was? Her long, graceful fingers played over the hills of her breasts, up the insides of her thighs, drew his eyes to the soft mound of her pussy. Her hips rolled and twisted, invited penetration. She kicked high, and he thought he was going to melt into a puddle right there on the couch. The view he got of her crotch was incredible.
Jesus! The leotard had ridden up into her slit! When she turned her back, he could see that it had bunched in the crack of her ass so that half of both ass cheeks were exposed. Half of each: that made a whole cheek. He frowned at the feeble joke.
He tossed down the last of the beer, and crushed the can as she retreated across the room.
Suddenly, she turned. All the play was out of her moves now. He froze. He felt like a rabbit being hypnotized by a snake. Her bright blue eyes bored straight into his. She moved, slowly, toward him, placing one foot carefully in front of the other. He tried to move, but his muscles were useless jelly.
When she hooked a thumb into the scoop neck of her leotard, he prayed she wasn't going to do what he thought she was going to do.
She did it. She eased the leotard off her shoulder and slipped her arm out of the short sleeve. Her bare shoulder gleamed in the hard fluorescent light. The leotard hung on the gentle slope of her small, dainty breast.
"Guh-Gabby," he choked.
Her lips pursed, silently shushed him. She took another careful step, and hooked her left thumb in the right shoulder of her single garment. Very carefully, she extracted that arm from the leotard. She never moved her eyes from his. He couldn't wrench his off hers no matter how he tried.
Another step, and she was easing the leotard down her body. More and more of her pale chest came into view. So gentle was the mounding of her breasts it was hard to tell where they began. One moment they were just bare skin, then there was softness and creaminess, then suddenly two rosy pink peaks appeared. His hands itched to touch them.
"Oh, my God," he groaned. He was a captive of his own mad lust. His cock ached and throbbed in his pants as sweat poured down from his arm pits and soaked his shirt. "No, Honey. No."
"Shshshsh," she said softly. She eased the leotard lower and lower and lower on her trim torso. There was her navel, and the smooth expanse of her flat tummy. There were the grooves where her thighs joined her body.
A thin, pale muff sprang free as the scrap of nylon tumbled around her ankles. She stepped out of it. She was nude. She was beautiful. She was desirable. He wanted her so badly, his whole body hurt.
"Oh, Baby," he moaned as she stood in front of him.
"Stand up, Daddy," Gabby ordered softly.
Like a robot, he obeyed. She was so tiny, so dainty, like a china doll. She reminded him of something out of a painting. Her fingers were unbuttoning his shirt, stripping it off him, tickling through the wiry curls of his chest.
She flashed him a hot, eager grin as she fumbled with his belt. She didn't even look down as she loosened it, unfastened his trousers, and opened his fly.
Her tiny, smooth hands plunged into his underpants, and suddenly she had his cock in her warm grasp. She tipped it so the head peeped out of the waistband. Then, stooping gracefully, she eased his underpants down.
For a moment she was on her knees, helping him out of his pants. Then she stood and wrapped her arms around his neck. She slid his dick up her flat tummy and pressed her slender body against his. She hoisted herself with her hands behind his neck, and kissed him. His hands fumbled, then cupped her tight little tail, taking the weight off his neck.
Picking her up, he swung her into the air and laid her down on the sofa. For a moment, he stood over her, looking down at her alabaster-smooth body. He could see the slit of her cunt through the pale curls of her muff. She made no effort to conceal her sex from him, made no secret of the desire she felt for his rudely thrusting cock. With her arms spread, one knee raised and bent to show her pussy, she waited for him. Her chest rose and fell as her eyes burned into his. Her lips were moist and full. Suddenly, he wanted to plunge his aching phallus into her mouth.
He eased down beside her on the couch, leaned forward, and kissed her. One of his hands touched her breast as shyly as if he was still a virgin schoolboy. Her nipple was a hard little pebble against his palm as he cupped her boob. His whole hand could engulf her diminutive mound. It was warm and soft but also firm. Her tongue met his, dueling on an equal basis as he fondled her tit lovingly.
Her fingers curled around his dick and squeezed. He felt a burning drop emerge from the tip. He felt her deliberately smear the slick lubricant over his aching phallus. Her fingers skated over the slithery fluid. His balls were throbbing and felt as big as basketballs, they were so full of cum.
She fondled his prick with both hands, smeared her flesh with his liquid. When he broke the kiss, in a deliberately wanton and exquisitely graceful move, she lifted one smeared hand to her mouth, and, catlike, licked it clean.
"Oh, Baby," he groaned stupidly.
She took his hand, and, with her eyes locked on his, guided his big, crude, rough fingers to her delicate pussy. She pressed them against her softly furred, yielding mound, cupping them to the hollow between her thighs. Then one finger slipped into her slit. He felt slick, swampy folds engulf it. Without meaning to, he eased his finger deep into her soupy tunnel.
If there was a virgin membrane there, he couldn't detect it. His senses were whirling from the sight and the scent and the feel of her. He leaned forward, bowed his head. Immediately, she arched, presenting her breasts to him. His big mouth found one tiny tit, and he sucked on it. His teeth nicked her tender flesh and he heard her moan with pleasure. He eased his finger in and out of her cunny, and felt her hips begin to roll. She was smearing more and more of his lubricating flood over his prick. Every time she brushed the nerve trigger that lurked on the underside, a fresh, hot wave of liquid surged to the tip, and another stinging flood of cum entered the firing chamber in his gut. He was being glutted with semen because of her delicate stimulation.
He switched from one tit to the other. He bit, harder this time, and her moan was one of pure pleasure. He tugged up on her nipple, drew on her breast, stretched her flesh. Then he let it slip from his teeth as lust overwhelmed him.
Sliding over on top of her, he felt her spread her thighs in welcome. She guided his cock to her tiny slit, and then hugged him as the tip found her hot hole.
For a second he thought he was too big for her, that he would hurt her. Then she clutched his ass and pushed him into her. His lust overwhelmed his fears, and he thrust his prick into her in a single, strong, desperate shove.
"Oooohhh, Daddy," she moaned.
He braced himself up on his elbows, afraid he would crush her if he put his full weight on her. She weighed about ninety pounds, and he weighed a hundred-and-ninety. She wrapped her arms around his powerful body, and hugged him to her. His towering phallus glutted her slender pelvis; her legs twined behind his, locked with his, welded them together.
"Gabby, Baby," he moaned.
"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me," she whispered. Instead of disgusting him, the words aroused him even further. He felt like his insides were being twisted into gory tatters.
He squirmed his cock in her. There really wasn't any other way to describe it. With her arms clamped around his chest, her legs twined tight around his, all he could move was his pelvis. As he squirmed his cock in her cunt, he felt his pubic arch grind against hers. His harsh pubic curls were like sandpaper between his flesh and hers.
Her trim hips began to swivel under him. As he slipped his dick in and out, she added a sideways motion. She wriggled her hard tits against his chest with the sinuosity of a snake.
Mike's thoughts faded into a thick fog of lust. The alcohol was burning out of his bloodstream. Everything hazed out except the girl under him, and even she was reduced to a purely sexual creature consisting of cunt and tits. He was oblivious of the fact that she was his daughter and only sixteen years old.
The semen in his belly was simmering, sizzling like hot grease. It kept getting hotter and hotter as his muscles drew tighter and tighter, cocking themselves for the final effort. It was like the arm of a medieval catapult being drawn back to the firing position. There was a sense of bottled power, of explosive forces straining to be released.
Everything in his groin seemed to be melting down to form the ammunition. His prick was dripping in her velvety glove. Each stroke made it burn hot as a steel ingot fresh into the mold. It was as if his body juices were being rendered from his flesh by the searing heat.
She was so tiny! So tiny, and so willing, and so skilled. Her dance-trained body moved in sinuous patterns he had never dreamed possible. She was whimpering very softly, like a tiny kitten. The little chirping noises could have been pain, but he was fairly sure they were pleasure.
The tempo of her chirps picked up, the volume increased, and he knew she was getting close to cumming. He held back his own through a desperate act of will. It was like holding down the safety valve on a steam boiler. The pressure needle shivered, climbed into the danger zone. The seams of his will power groaned under the strain.
"Ooooh, Daddy," Gabby wailed. Her body went rigid, her pelvis strained hard against his as she came.
The spasming of her cunt around his dork was the final straw. With an animal groan, he orgasmed. A searing stream of lava scorched the channel of his cock. His whole body knotted up as he poured his cum into her willing, sucking twat. He writhed against her pubis, mashed her berry clit to jam. His balls sucked up tight against the base of his cock, tried to climb inside him so they could stream down his channel and into her hot hole.
For an eternity, he kept twitching and twitching and twitching as the last dribbles of his jizm were squeezed out. He ended up in a cramped knot. He felt as if his groin had been part of a Boy Scout Merit Badge test in rope work. Then, with a sob, he sagged limply on top of his daughter. Tears stung his cheeks as realization of what he had just done ravaged him.
The cunt around his cock gave a few final spasms, then relaxed entirely. He felt his dead weight mashing her deep into the couch and started to roll off her. Her arms and legs tightened around him so he couldn't. His cock was shriveling slowly, stroking itself against her twat walls as it withered. His balls gave a twitch, his cock jerked, and a last tiny spurt of semen jetted into her rippled hole. Her cunt spasmed in response, giving his dork a warm squeeze.
"Oh, Daddy," Gabby sighed ecstatically.
"Oh, God, what have we done?" he asked miserably.
"I don't care, I don't care," she sighed, her breath hot against his chest.
"It's incest," he groaned, trying to forget that this was the second time he had violated one of his daughters.
"Whatever it was, it's wonderful," Gabby purred, her fingers playing over his back.
"It's wrong," he protested, making no move to extract his shriveled dick from her clasping hole.
"Who says?" Gabby asked in a contented tone.
Mike became aware of an urgent message from his bladder. "I need to go to the bathroom," he groaned, trying to escape.
"I want to watch," Gabby teased.
"Oh, come on, Honey," Mike protested.
"Okay, okay," she conceded, letting-go of him. He pulled out of her. His prick trailed a string of cum across one of her sleek thighs. He couldn't keep himself from gazing down at her as she lay there wantonly on the sofa with her legs spread. The insides of her thighs were pink from clutching him, and the flesh of her pussy was scarlet from the pounding it had taken.
He felt a wrenching twist of love and desire for her, His eyes stinging, he turned away from her and plodded across to the bathroom.
When he came out, Gabby went in. His mind numb, he slumped down on the sofa. He glanced up as she came out of the bathroom. His guts ached at the grace of her lithe, slender body, her unashamed nudity. She crossed to the record player.
This time the music was different: it had softness and melody rather than the primitive beat she had danced to before. Then she danced for him again, slowly and sensuously. She held him captive with her grace and beauty and love. She was nude, not naked, and it was right and fitting that he was feasting his eyes on every square millimeter of her sleek form.
She finished in a dancer's deep curtsey, almost a split-she bowed over her extended leg and spread her arms like the wings of a swan. When he found himself applauding like a fool, his individual hand claps sounding like clopping horses' hooves, he flushed with embarrassment.
Gabby flashed him a smile that was like a sunrise, and got to her feet. Extending her hands, she drew him to his feet. "Dance with me? Daddy," she said softly.
"Oh, no? I can't, really. I'm not much of a dancer," he stammered, trying to extract his big clumsy hands from her dainty little ones.
"It's easy. Come on."
And with her holding his hands at arms' length, he found that it was easy. He lost his self-consciousness at being nude with her as he watched her feet, tried to match her moves.
In a few minutes she had him whirling around the room, and laughing with her. They spun and spun, and his regrets faded in the face of her exuberant joy at being alive and at being with him. Then they began to slow, and her eyes were on his. His eyes fogged with tears of love, and an aching need began to grow in his gut. They slowed, and she moved closer and closer to him, until she was pressing against him. His arms went around her as his cock began to throb and swell with need.
"Your sisters," he groaned, trying frantically to find an escape hatch.
"Won't be home for hours," she whispered. She curled her fingers around the aching limb of his cock. She led him to the sofa and they sat down side by side.
Her little breasts were just begging for attention. His hand slowly covered one tender mound as she held his cock in her warm grasp. She was studying the purple tip of his dick as she milked it. He pressed her breast, felt the miraculous softness and warmth of her mound. The sight of his big hairy hand on the little hemisphere made his insides ache. He couldn't help staring at the fuzz of pale red hair between her thighs.
"It's so big," she sighed. "And so beautiful."
Before he could stop her, she had bent over. He felt her lips touch the lip of of his pecker in a warm, moist kiss. Her tongue flicked out, touched his glans, sending a slashing whip of fire into his already simmering gut.
His hand, dislodged from her tit, slipped down to her lap. Her thighs parted, and his fingers nestled into her curly muff, brushing her soft pussy lips. His finger explored her steamy, hot grotto. The inner tissues were no longer slick with arousal, just humid and soft. He fingered the rippled folds.
She was mouthing the head of his cock lovingly. Her lips slid just over the tip as her tongue massaged it. He felt the sting of her teeth, then the soft, slow stroke of her lips, then the flick of her tongue at the very end. He felt something hot and stinging slither slowly up the channel of his phallus.
She knelt on the sofa, facing him, and spread her knees so he had easy access to her pussy. Her hand firm and steady on the shaft of his cock, her mouth bathed his glans. His finger found the rippled hole of her vagina, and eased into that clinging, warm, slippery tunnel.
She breathed on his cock, and his balls knotted with pleasure. Blood was pounding in his gut as he curled an arm over her smooth back and slowly wiggled his finger up into her cunt. She was so little and tight he couldn't understand how his cock had fit. That memory triggered another warm wave of juice from his dick. She drank it down eagerly.
She was getting wetter and more slippery by the minute. He dragged a wave of goo up her slit, smeared it over the nubbin of her clit. He felt her shudder when he touched her nerve knot. Carefully keeping it wet and slick with her seepings, he began teasing her delicate organ.
Her mouth took more of his cock. Her lips closed a third of the way down his mammoth shaft, then swept up toward the tip. Her fingers slid under his nuts, tenderly cupping his sperm glands. She held his balls reverently, warmed them with her palm and fingers. A fresh, stinging flow of sperm began to pool in his swollen, eager prostate.
When she pulled her mouth away from his dork, he knew what she wanted, and pulled his hand out of her cunt. She swung astride him as lie slouched back on the couch. She linked her hands behind his neck as he reached down and tipped his dick up into her snatch. He felt her pubic hair scratch his cockhead as she shifted her hips. Then his knob was nuzzling into her warm, wet folds. He looked down and sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of his huge, rude tower in her tender crotch.
She eased herself down on his pecker in a series of slow jerks. A fraction of an inch at a time, he saw his dong vanish into his daughter's twat. Her tummy tightened as she absorbed his shaft.
He reached up between her arms and teased her tits. She had such delicate little nubbins, and they were such a beautiful shade of pink. They stood up eagerly as he fingered them, pinched them, toyed with them. Her jaw muscles jumped as he flicked the berrybuds with his fingernails.
She settled into his lap, and it felt like the full length of his cock was wrapped in a steaming soft towel. "Like it?" she asked cheerily, twitching her ponytail.
"Love it," he grunted. "Sweet heavens but you are a joy."
She smiled a smile that was far beyond her years.
"You weren't a virgin," he said. It was a statement, not a question.
"Does it matter?" she asked softly.
"I'm not sure. I used to think it did. But then, I didn't think I'd ever commit incest, either."
She eased up and down on his dork, brought full rigidity back to his tool, "It's love and joy and life," she said.
"It's lust and sex and procreation," he responded.
"Can't get pregnant," she answered. "I'm on the pill. So's Micaela. But I think she's still a virgin."
Mike tried not to let his face betray him. "And Patty?" he asked evenly.
"She's got a reputation as a cock-tease," Gabby said easily. "But she's just a little squirt, so far. You're gonna have to do something about her, though. She can be a real brat. She sheeted my bed the other day."
Mike snorted and his cock jumped in her hot hole. "I'll talk to her about it," he assured her.
"The only thing that's going to make an impression on her is a hairbrush," Gabby grunted, and swiveled her hips in a small circle. His cock stirred in her guts. "Let's not talk about her. You're going all soft,"
"Sorry," he apologized.
"No sweat." She lifted and dropped, and the stroking brought a fresh surge of blood to his tool, made it swell and stiffen.
"You're incredible," he mused.
"I inherited it from you and Mummy," she answered.
Mike didn't answer. His feelings about his late wife were a bit mixed.
"I'm thirsty," Gabby announced. "Want to share a beer?"
"You're a little young," he argued.
"I'm a little young for this, too," she pointed out, moving up and down on his cock.
"You want to-uh-separate?"
"Carry me," she ordered. "Just stand up, and I'll hang onto you like a monkey on a tree."
"We're crazy," Mike sighed. He heaved himself to his feet as Gabby wrapped her arms around his waist. His cock stayed in her cunt.
"Ninety-eight pounds," Gabby informed him, guessing what he was thinking.
"Featherweight," he grunted, staggering up the stairs. In the kitchen, he got out a beer and held it while she popped the top. Then he moved over to the table and set her butt on the edge. The bubbles of alcohol sizzled down to his belly. His phallus swelled in her hot, wet grasp.
She felt it, and her eyes gleamed as she finished the beer. A flip of her hand and the dead soldier clattered into the garbage can. Letting go of his neck, she slowly eased herself down on her back on the kitchen table. She lay with her arms spread as if she was being crucified.
"Fuck me, Daddy," she whispered. The blood roared in his ears. "Oh, God, Daddy, Fuck me blind!"
With a groan, Mike leaned over her and began sliding his aching cock in and out of her hole. His hands braced on the table on either side of her, he fucked his cock in and out of her. He watched lust ravage her delicate features. Her sweat-stringy ponytail coiled serpent like across the table as her head rolled from side to side.
As the noon sun flooded into the kitchen, he screwed his daughter on the breakfast table. The sight of his mammoth cock sliding in and out of her velvet cunt made his balls steam. He watched his groin batter her tender crotch, pound and pulp her delicate flesh.
In a few moments the pool of semen in his belly was beyond restraint. He saw a pink flush start up from her twat, saw her arch with pleasure, and turned his own flood loose. His cock jumped and heaved in her as wad after thick, hot wad of semen spouted into her spasming depths.
He thought he was finished coming, until she reached down and wedged her fingers in between her body and his. The touch of her hands on his testicles triggered a fresh searing burst from them. She fiddled with his balls delicately, and his cock twisted itself like a towel being wrung out, milked the last dribbles of pleasure from itself.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mike was so overwhelmed by what had happened with Gabby and Micaela in the past month he didn't know what to do. He felt nauseating waves of guilt when he thought about what he had done to them. Once it had happened with both of them, though, it was a little easier to face them. When it had been just Micaela he had felt like a man who was forced to spend time with his mistress's husband.
There was no sign either Gabby or Micaela was aware of what the other had done-Gabby had commented on Micaela's being a virgin. And Micaela obviously regarded Gabby as nothing but a dancer and a scholar, with no life outside her books and dance classes.
And Patty, meanwhile, flounced and sassed her way around the house in total ignorance of the subtle undercurrents. Gabby was right about Patty. Patty was a brat, and she was a cock-tease. He would have to do something about her soon. The way she paraded around with no bra on under her tight T-shirts was going to get her raped if she wasn't careful.
But it was nice he still had one daughter he could be alone with without being afraid of being seduced. Patty sure gave his groin some twinges, though. After all, she was starting to mature, and her tits had a way of standing up perkily under those damn T-shirts. And, the shorts she wore showed a hell of a lot of ass, and clutched her pussy tightly.
But, hell, she was only fifteen. He didn't really feel any desire for her. What he did feel, though, was fury. Frequently. She had a way of getting under his skin, or her sisters' skins, that was unbelievable. She had been avoiding her chores regularly, but he had been so distracted with his other problems he hadn't done anything about it. He was going to have to deal with her, soon.
He sighed and riffled through the Sunday paper and found the sports section.
"Daddy, you've got to do something about Patty," Gabby said as she stomped into the living room.
"What's the matter now?" he asked wearily.
"Her side of the room is a pig-sty!"
"That's 'cause you shove all your junk onto my side," Patty said nastily, following Gabby into the room.
"That's not true!" Gabby snapped. "And you know it."
Patty didn't say anything, just stood there with a "prove it" expression on her face.
"She never makes her bed, and the dirty clothes she's stuffed under it are starting to stink," Gabby went on.
"Well, if the laundress would keep up with the dirty clothes around here, there wouldn't be any problem," Patty said brazenly.
For a second, Mike thought he was going to have to break up a physical fight between them. "You're supposed to put your dirty clothes in the laundry hamper in the bathroom," Gabby replied in a deadly soft tone.
"It's always full," Patty pouted.
"Okay, that's enough," Mike sighed.
"Daddy, can I go to the pool?" Patty asked.
"Not until you clean up your side of the bedroom," Mike said firmly.
"Can I go, Daddy? I've got a special rehearsal with Kerry this afternoon," Gabby asked.
"Go ahead," he assented, trying not to let his fondness for her show as he watched her leave.
"Why can't I go to the pool?" Patty wailed.
"Because I said so. Now go get cracking on your room."
"Gee whiz, I never get to go nowhere," Patty grumbled ungrammatically as she stomped out of the room.
"Kitchen's done, Daddy. Okay if I go out?" Micaela asked, coming into the living room. Mike wondered if he was ever going to get a chance to read the paper.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Over to see Chris. Can I use the car?"
"Yep. Fill the tank when you're done, okay?"
"Okay," she agreed happily. "Thanks Daddy.** She gave him a kiss that made his pulse race. "See you around dinner time."
"Drive carefully," he said automatically, watching her ass as she headed for the door. His pulse slowly started back to normal. He suddenly wished that Micaela was the one that was staying home, that he had let Patty go out. Then 'Caela was gone, and he was left with his thoughts, and Patty.
He rattled the paper into shape and started reading* He was halfway through the lead story when a board creaking caught his attention. He looked up. Patty froze. She was halfway across the room. She had her bathing suit in one hand, and a towel around her neck.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked softly.
"Uh-to get a drink?"
"Didn't know you needed a bathing suit to take a drink," he said dryly. "Or were you going to absorb it through your skin?"
Patty bit her lower lip and looked at the incriminating scrap of nylon in her hand.
He didn't want to spank her, he really didn't. He hadn't laid a hand on the girls since Catherine had died. "Is your room cleaned up?"
"Yes!"
"Let's go check," he grunted, setting the paper aside.
"Let's not and say we did," she countered.
"Come on," he ordered, reaching for her.
"No!" she said angrily. "I won't."
"Oh, yes you will!" he growled, grabbing her arm.
"You're hurting me," she whined, trying to twist away.
Ignoring her straggles and protests, he started for her room. He felt like he was dragging an anchor.
"You're mean," Patty wailed. "You're mean and nasty!"
"Keep talking," he growled as he kicked the door open. "You're building your own coffin."
"You-you-you bastard! YOW!" The last came as he sailed her across the room and into the rumpled, tangled mess of her bed.
"I haven't spanked you since your mother died," Mike said grimly. "Obviously, that is an error that I had better remedy right now. You seem to have forgotten your manners."
"You wouldn't dare," Patty said warily as he advanced across the room toward her. He kicked his way through the litter of clothes and shoes and records and jewelry that cluttered the floor.
"Oh, yes I would," he said softly. "I most certainly would."
She frowned and her eyes darted to the door. When she made a break for it, he was ready. His arm swept out and around her waist. She doubled over, kicking and protesting, as he heaved her into the air.
Shoving aside the mass of dirty clothes and tangled sheets, he sat down on her bed. He stretched her, still kicking and swearing like a longshoreman, across his lap, and held her there with one hand.
"And another thing," he told her, "these obscenely tight pants you have taken to wearing have got to go!" damping his hand in the back of the waistband, he gave a wrench. With a loud groan, the seams gave way. A casual jerk and he had the tattered remnant down around her thighs. He was surprised that he wasn't surprised to find she wasn't wearing panties. The bare white cheeks of her ass gleamed up at him.
"YOW!" Patty wailed.
Mike felt a hot knot of lust forming in his gut and tried to fight it down. He had gone too far to back out now. But sweet God, she had a great tail! Cursing himself, he reached down and stroked the satin-smooth flesh gently.
The squirming and kicking subsided. It was as if his touch had soothed a bucking horse. Taking a firm grip on himself, Mike looked around for something to use on those pale globes. Nothing. There was a hair brush on the bureau across the room, but he didn't dare release his captive in order to go get it.
His hand tingled at the thought of touching her tight white ass. Gritting his teeth, he steeled himself for the job. He hoped Patty couldn't feel the lump that was forming in his lap, or that if she could, she wouldn't know what it was. His stomach was churning with tension and lust.
He stroked her warm skin again, as if measuring her for the first blow. Finally, he succeeded in raising his hand and bringing it down on her bare hide.
"OWWWoooo," Patty wailed.
The sound cut into him like a dull knife, but somehow he managed to avoid saying, "It hurts me as much as it does you," or "It's for your own good."
Instead, he applied a second stinging slap to her tail. Her squirming and twisting were making her T-shirt ride up and her kicking was making her tattered shorts slip down her legs. As he found himself facing more and more bare skin, his cock got harder and harder. She was squirming against it, rubbing it. It kept getting stiffer and stiffer.
His palm was stinging from the swatting. Pausing for just a moment, he shifted his grasp on her, clasping her thighs with his sore hand so he could use the other one on her tail. Inadvertently, one finger slipped between her slim thighs, and he felt the soft moistness of her pussy. He started to shift his grasp, and she almost squirmed free. When he had her under control again, he found his finger was wrapped in hot, warm flesh.
In an effort to distract himself from that problem, and the aching hard-on that was grinding into her gut, he spanked her again. Both her tail cheeks were bright pink. She wriggled, actually lifted her bottom as if eager for the next blow. Then she began writhing against his cock. He didn't see how she could possibly not know it was there.
Her head and arms were hanging down over the left side of his lap. She was clutching at his thigh to keep from falling off. Suddenly the way her arms embraced his thigh felt different, and her fingers were sliding up the inside of it, toward his groin. He couldn't believe she knew what she was doing. She tickled his testicles, He started to tell her to stop it, but the stinging flow from his prick tip drowned the words in his throat. His finger nestled deeper into her pussy, into her warm, slippery folds. Then she was humping against his finger!
"You've got to remember," he said feebly, "who is the boss around here."
"Yes, Daddy," she answered breathily, and slid her fingers deftly around his balls.
His blows were losing their sting, becoming caresses really. He had a desperate urge to bend forward and kiss her lovely abused globes. His grip on her thighs loosened. She slipped around on his lap, slid down off his knees. Her T-shirt rode up, bared her just-maturing tits.
"God! No!" he protested as she fingered his cock through his trousers. He tried to push her hands away, but she fought through his guard and ran his zipper down. His phallus had already slithered through the fly of his underpants. Now it thrust into her dainty little fingers.
"God, no," he moaned as she licked her lips in a way that left no doubt as to what she was about to do.
"Noooo," he groaned as her mouth embraced his throbbing penis. A swamp of cum formed in his groin as he watched her lips encircle his prick. He clutched her head, so he could push her away. Instead, he found himself guiding her face down farther on his dong. She was holding the shaft in the fingers of both hands as she sucked it, as her tongue played a maddening tune on the underside of his skin-flute.
"God, no," he repeated mindlessly as she rose on her knees so she could get a better angle on his phallus. She glutted her mouth with his searing dork, sucked out his pre-cum with tongue and lips as her teeth knocked the tender flesh of the shaft. Her nose flared as she inhaled. The head of his cock nudged the back of her mouth.
She drew up, left his dick shining with spit. Holding it delicately, she licked it. Her tongue stroking it felt like a velvet blanket. It whipped the cum in his groin to a froth. She went after his cock like it was a popsicle or a sucker of some kind. Her tongue curled sinuously around his meaty shaft as he stroked her short, tousled blonde hair.
Her eyes closed as she bathed his dong with her mouth. There was no triumph in her actions, no superiority at how she had defused his discipline. Instead, there was love and devotion.
She engulfed his dong again, sliding it to the back of her mouth along the velvet channel of her tongue. Her little tits were jutting points of arousal on the shy hills of her breasts. Down between her thighs he could see her pussy-bulging full lips with just a few fine golden strands of hair.
Still keeping his cock in her mouth, she scrambled to her feet. Turning almost upside down, she leaned over him. She eased her face down on his phallus, and he watched in amazement as more and more of his tower vanished into her mouth. He felt her throat open, felt the head of his dork jam her glottis as she swallowed skillfully.
She was fifteen, and she was taking cock down her throat like an old pro. His gut began seeping as he watched his phallus vanish into her mouth. He wondered how her face could keep the youthful expression of innocence while taking his entire prick.
She began to fuck her face on his phallus, began easing up and down. Her nostrils flared as she breathed. He felt her steamy breath puff against his prick on every other stroke as she exhaled. She slid her fingers under his nuts, lifting them as if weighing the amount of sperm available.
"Awww, Jesus," Mike groaned, trying desperately to summon the strength to push her away from him.
Then he thought how rude such a rejection would be, how it would hurt her feelings, and the push became a caress.
His hips were jumping and squirming as the semen in his belly grew more and more impatient. He had no doubts that she had sucked cock before, but he wondered if she had ever had someone unload in her mouth.
She gave him no choice in that matter, and continued to rape her face with his dork. Her tongue was rubbing his prick to flames as she jammed the head into her throat. Her fingers slithered farther behind his nuts, scratched at the lump behind his balls' sack. Then she touched his asshole, and the fire was too much. It was like the explosion of an oil refinery. The flames leaped from ass to balls to prostate to cock, and a ball of cum ripped the length of his tower and spurted into her mouth just as she pulled up to inhale. The thick wad smeared over her tongue as she lowered her head and jammed his jetting dick down her gullet He felt her glottis spasming around the head of his pulsating, erupting wand as gob after thick gob of jizm spurted into her throat.
Her nose was buried in his bush, and her finger was twisting into his bung like a red-hot worm. Totally un-fazed, she drilled into his shitty depths, and pushed against his prostate which was pumping and pumping, its load down her throat.
She pulled up while his cock was still spurting and sucked in a lung-full of cum-tainted air. Her tongue was covered with jizm. One thick pearly drop escaped her lips and ran slowly down his throbbing phallus, into his bush. His cock gave a few final eruptive twitches into her mouth, then began to lose strength and fade.
With a groan of exhaustion, he released her head, and slumped back on the bed. She sank to her knees between his feet, and he thought she was going to spit his withering dick out. Instead, she sucked and drew on it until the last traces of semen were drawn from his tubes. Then, at last, she released his numbed organ and rested her cheek against his knee and looked up at him adoringly. His cum covered her chin and lips.
"My bottom hurts," she complained.
Now how in the hell was he supposed to respond to that? He felt like his whole insides had been turned to pudding. He watched stupidly as she straightened up and stripped off the T-shirt that was hiding nothing.
"You'll have to put some cream on it in a few minutes," she told him.
"Spankings are supposed to hurt," he rumbled, wishing he could think of something else to say. But what do you say to a teenage daughter you're supposed to be disciplining, when she's just sucked your cock?
"Don't worry, it did."
"Did it make an impression on you?"
"Wait'll you see. Feels like I'm on fire back there."
"I mean, are you going to start pulling your weight around here?" he asked.
"Maybe."
"What do you mean, "Maybe?"
"I react better to rewards than punishment," she informed him saucily. "You've been ignoring me, Daddy. It's hard being the youngest in the family."
Mike realized with a jolt that she was right. After what had happened with Micaela and Gabby, he had been giving them a lot more attention than he had Patty. "I'm sorry, Honey," he apologized. "I didn't realize I was doing it."
"I'm sorry I've been such a pill lately," she said. "I'll try to do better, if you'll try to do better."
"I promise," he assured her.
"Starting now?" she asked.
"Of course."
"Will you rub some cream on my bottom?"
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," he stammered, flushing at the thought of getting his hands on her tail again. He was afraid of what might happen. "You promised!"
"I promised," he agreed with a sigh, out-maneuvered again. "What should I use?"
"There's some suntan stuff in the bathroom," she said, getting to her feet. "I feel funny."
He refrained from saying that she should. "Why?" he asked instead.
"Because I'm naked and you're not."
"So, get some clothes on."
"That would hurt my bottom."
He grunted. "You want me to get naked, too?"
"Why not? Your cock's hanging out like an elephant's trunk."
"That's crude," he told her.
"Well, I am not going to put any clothes on."
"You're a cock-tease. Someday it's going to get you in very serious trouble," he warned.
"Get naked and get the cream, Daddy. You promised. I'm doing my part," Patty said, beginning to straighten her tangled bed clothes.
Defeated and grumbling, wondering how the hell he had managed to get himself into this mess, Mike headed for the bathroom. He saw her flushed ass cheeks as she bent over the bed.
He came back wearing a robe. His pants had been stained with cum and spit. He was carrying a tube of suntan oil.
"That's cheating," Patty argued, untying his belt before he could stop her. He couldn't take his eyes off her slender nakedness. Her hairless pussy intrigued him.
"No," he protested as his cock began to burgeon upward again.
"Oh, come on, Daddy. Lots of people are nudists. I've seen boys naked, and you've seen girls naked, so what's the big deal?"
Before he could think up a reason, it was too late, she had wrestled him out of his robe. Turning away from his jutting horniness as if it didn't exist, she lay down on her belly on the bed.
"Come on, Daddy," she urged. "It hurts like hell."
With a sigh of resignation, his phallus tugging heavily at his groin, he sat down beside her on the bed and uncapped the tube. He had to twist sideways to dribble a little on her flushed butt.
"Why don't you straddle my legs? It'd be easier." Nodding stupidly, he moved over her and clutched her slender smooth calves between his muscular, black-furred ones. His hands touched the soft mounds of her tail. Her flesh seemed to burn his palms. The oil made his fingers slither over the yielding globes. As he rubbed it in, she squirmed happily, and raised her tail a fraction.
"Mmmmm, yum that feels good," she purred as he added more oil and massaged it in. His cock was as hard and achy as ever. It was dangling and swaying over her golden thighs. A glittering driblet of juice swayed from the tip, formed a shining strand, and touched her thigh.
"Remember how you used to kiss my 'ows' when I was a baby?" Patty asked softly.
"Yeah," he answered, the word choking in his throat.
"I've got a terrible 'ow' back there, Daddy," she purred. "I really think you owe it a kiss."
He wanted to resist, wanted to reject the idea, but his own aching horiness wouldn't let him. His insides were being tied in knots as he stroked and fondled his daughter's tail. His thumbs slipped into the dark crack, parting the cheeks enough to reveal the dusky pucker of her asshole. His cock ached at the sight and a throbbing ocean of cum formed in his guts.
Leaning forward, he planted a kiss on one soft ass cheek. Then he eased across, and planted a second on the other one. His tongue flicked out, tasted her silky flesh. His cum pond was developing storm waves of hurricane velocity as his insides tightened into a hard knot.
Patty lifted her butt, invited more attention. He cooperated. While his cock dripped lust on her thighs, he licked along the sweaty crack of her tail. He stroked and soothed her ass cheeks, parted them, let his tongue stroke the valley of her bottom with long loving swipes.
His tongue touched her bung. He wiggled the tip and felt her ring of muscle flex and relax in response. Wondering what madness was driving him onwards, he twisted his tongue into the tight pucker, felt the rubbery muscle yield to admit him. Driving his face into his youngest daughter's tail, he wormed his tongue up her dirt road. She whimpered her ecstasy into her pillow.
His cock dripped another thick blob of hot juice onto the back of her thigh.
"Oil it, Daddy," Patty whispered hornily. "Oil my asshole."
"God!" he croaked.
"Oil my bum, and oil your cock, and bugger me," she added in a voice so hoarse and hot it scorched his brain into uselessness.
He smeared her crack with oil, watched his finger slide into her dark depths. Her tight muscle ring clutched at him. She moaned, deep in her throat, when he twisted his oily finger in her asshole before withdrawing it.
The thick suntan oil melted from the heat as he smeared it over his heavy, hard shaft. His balls were cramped up hard against his groin as he aimed his shaft at her tender winkie.
"Ah," she grunted at the first touch. "Slowly, Daddy. Slowly."
He tried to do it slowly. It took incredible self-control. It would have taken inhuman self-control not to do it at all. He couldn't believe that her little puckery bung could take his pecker. The head of his dong, purple and swollen with lust, dwarfed her puckery dimple. He pushed and saw and felt the head of his cock squash against her rear gate.
Her tail hole yielded, opened a tiny bit, and he felt the very tip of his dick penetrate. He leaned into his thrust, and watched as the arrowhead of his glans drove its way into her tight shitter. It winked and flared as she fought to relax it. Her fingers were moving in her pussy, making a wet, sticky squishy sound. He gripped her hips, bracing her with his hands.
His cock eased into her on a cushion of suntan oil. He felt more and more of the head wedge into her, driving and stretching her sphincter open.
There was a sucking feeling, and suddenly the ring of muscle was seated in the groove behind his cock-head. The nerve patch on the underside of his dork was ablaze from the pressure and friction.
"Sooo big," Patty whimpered. "How much do I have?"
"The head," he managed to grunt. "Maybe an inch or so."
"I want it all," she growled in a voice straight out of hell. "I want it all!"
He leaned against her and watched the skin of his shaft wrinkle from the friction. The piston of his dork slid slowly through her shit gate, ground and drove its way into her depths.
"How much?" she asked. "Keep telling me how much."
"A third of it," he granted. "Now half."
"Ooohhhh, all the way," she moaned. "Its soo good, soo good."
He was afraid he was going to hurt her, but he couldn't stop himself. As his cock slid slowly and smoothly into her greasy depths he kept up a running account of how much had gone in.
Then he was full-depth into her, and his balls bumped her cunny. He froze. His cock gave a few ominous pulsations, then calmed again. He was right on the verge of an eruption.
"Awww, feels like I got a telephone pole up my butt," Patty groaned.
Mike leaned forward over her, and clutched her minimal breasts as he nestled his hips against her soft, warm tail.
"Bugger me, Daddy, bugger me until you cum."
He had to, he really, really had to. He drew his dork out of her bum, and buggered it back in. He felt all his senses flare white-hot from the incredible friction. It was hotter and tighter and drier than any cunt. Which made his cock burn hotter, the cum pool in his groin swell and grow faster.
Still clawing at her breasts with one hand, he reached down between their legs and dug his fingers into her flooding pussy beside hers. He drew his cock out and jammed it back in. He felt her gut convulse in reaction.
"Hurts," she choked out. "Burns like fire. Do it, Daddy, put the fire out with your cum. Hurry!"
He hurried. His cock gave a surge and a blast that practically rocked him back on his heels. His phallus felt like it was going to burst as it pumped wave after wave against the unusual back pressure of her butt. He felt his prick spasming and his whole groin wound into a tight coil of ecstasy. The pleasure bordering on agony, he enemaed her innards with jizm.
Patty growled like an animal and her cunt drenched his fingers as she took the searing hosing of her bowels. She was cuming like a volcano from his eruption in her tail. He leaned over her wearily as his guts wrung themselves dry. A tight, hard cramp, like a kick in the groin, doubled him over.
His cock held its stiffness for a long time, then faded abruptly as her rectum fought to shit it out. Driven from her by her reflexes, it squirmed out her gate and slithered up her crack. It left a trail of cum and shit from her butt. The smell of crap and semen was thick enough to cut.
With a soft sigh, trapping his hands under her at breast and cunt, Patty slid forward on her belly. They lay there in a panting, sweaty, smelly heap for a long time. Then, wearily, they dragged themselves to the bathroom, and stepped into the shower together.
Patty gently bathed his dick. It throbbed eagerly and tried to harden. After she got it clean, she gave it a brief, tender once-over with her mouth.
After he washed her ass, they dried off and she led the way back to her room. While he watched, she straightened up the mess. Both of them were unconcernedly and unerotically nude.
"Incidentally, Daddy, I'm a virgin," Patty said as she tugged the bedcovers tight.
"Glad to hear it. But you'd better get on the pill soon anyway. And wear a bra from now on, or you're likely to get raped."
"Oh, I know how to deal with boys," she assured him.
"Boys probably you do," he agreed. "But men are bigger and stronger, and a hell of a lot more dangerous. You don't need to show everything you've got to attract boys anyway."
"Oh, Daddy," Patty whined.
"Remember our deal?" he cautioned. "Who's the boss around here?"
"You are," she said meekly.
"Good girl. Now get some clothes on and get out of here. I'd like to finish the Sunday paper the same day I get it."
She dressed while he watched. He loved the sight of her slender young body being hidden from view like a precious treasure. Then she was a whirlwind of motion. She gave him a kiss and vanished out the front door.
It was, he mused, a hell of a lot easier the third time. He wondered where he could go from there. He only had three daughters.
CHAPTER SIX
"Mike, if you snap at me one more time like that, you can start looking for a new secretary and a new lay," Joan warned him ominously.
Mike pulled up short at the threat. Joan, in addition to her sexual liberalism, was the best secretary he had ever had.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. He knew what was bothering him. But how could he explain it to her? He was constantly on edge around the house, terrified he might betray to two what he had done with one.
"I'll forgive you, on one condition," Joan answered.
"What's that?" he asked cautiously.
"That you come over to our place for supper tonight."
"Oh, no, I don't think so," he stammered. "I mean, not tonight. It's such short notice ... "
"Short notice-bull feathers!" Joan retorted.
"Maybe another night," he suggested. He had the feeling he was losing control of his life. "The girls are expecting me home tonight."
"They expect you home every night. Micaela's old enough to take care of things. Tonight, or by God I'll walk right out of here, right now."
"Okay, okay. I'll call and see if it's all right." He reached for the phone.
Joan leaned over and clamped her hand down on his, giving him a dramatic view of her breasts in the process. "You don't ask them, you tell them."
Glaring at her, as much to try to intimidate her as to keep his gaze off her magnificent tits, he picked up the receiver.
"Hi, Micaela, it's Mike," he said when 'Caela answered.
"Mike? Mike who?" she asked, puzzled.
For Joan's benefit, Mike raised his eyes skyward in supplication. "Your father."
"Oh! Daddy! Hi!"
"Hi, yourself," he said. Joan left the office, then picked up her extension and, disregarding his furious gesturing, listened in. "I'm uncomfortable calling myself that over the phone."
"Well," Micaela observed in a steamy voice, "I can think of a couple of other ways you might refer to yourself, Stud."
Mike felt his face turn bright-red. Joan's eyes lit up with surprise. "That's enough of that. What if your sisters heard you?"
"They're not here right now," Micaela said softly. "Why don't you hurry home?"
Mike wanted to crawl into a hole. Joan grinned wickedly at him. "If this phone is tapped, you'll get me arrested, dammit," he groaned. "Cool it, okay?"
"Oh-kay," Micaela sighed. "Hey, what did you do to Patty anyway? She's been an angel."
"Let's just say that I opened some new lines of communication, via the palm of my hand," Mike answered. "Listen, the reason I called is that I won't be home for dinner tonight."
"Working late?"
"No. Joan invited me to have supper with her and her husband," he said bluntly, hoping to defuse some of his daughter's ardor.
"Oh."
"I may be kind of late. Please make sure the young 'uns get to bed at a decent hour. And tell Patty to wash behind her ears-tell her I said so."
"Okay, Daddy," Micaela sighed.
Mike saw Joan go off the line to answer another call and sighed with relief. "Look, Honey, I know we had one great time. But we have got to cool it, even over the phone," he warned softly. "Incest is illegal in this state, and every other one that I can think of. If your sisters got wind of it, they might raise a real stink."
"Yes, Daddy," Micaela assented, subdued. "You do love me, don't you, Daddy?"
Mike felt his guts twist. "More than I can ever tell you."
"I love you, too, Daddy," she whispered. "And-and even if it was the only time for us, I'll remember it for as long as I live." She hung up softly. He sat there holding the sweaty receiver. He thought of never having her again, and his crotch knotted with pain. He hung up and dug determinedly into the work on his desk. To his immense relief, Joan left him in solitude the rest of the afternoon.
"Ready to go, Boss?" Joan asked, tying her scarf.
Mike raised his head. He felt a bit dizzy from concentrating so hard. "Oh, is it that late?"
"Later," she answered. "Care to drive me home?"
For a fleeting instant, he debated welching out on the date. "Love to," he answered, shoving his chair back and getting his jacket.
He didn't see how Joan could not have understood exactly what was going on between him and Micaela, but to his relief, didn't say a word about it on the drive. She kept the conversation on the current office projects and problems and acted as if she hadn't heard a thing on the extension.
"Hi, Honey," she greeted the man in the apartment Their hug and kiss made Mike blush and look away. He felt like a traitor, since he had so recently plowed the same furrow in the office. Joan kept saying she had an open marriage, and that her husband knew about what went on at the office. All the same, Mike kept seeing himself as correspondent in a divorce suit.
"John, darling, this is my boss, Mike Kelly. Mike, this is my husband, John Peterson."
John's smile was open and friendly, his handshake firm and dry and confident "Howdy, Joan's told me a lot about you."
Mike wondered why Joan was unfaithful to her husband. Peterson was satanically handsome, but not in an unpleasant way. His black curly hair was modishly long. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Mike suspected Peterson had spared him on the handshake.
"I'll get supper started," Joan said. "You two sit down and make yourselves comfortable."
"You been treating my woman right?" John asked as Mike sat down on the sofa. Mike's heart skipped a beat.
"Uh, yeah. At least I think so," he answered.
"Hey, how about a drink? I don't know where my manners are," John apologized. "Scotch okay?"
"On the rocks with a little water or soda would be fine," Mike answered, surveying the modern living room. It was generally neat, but there was a clutter of books and magazines that he found intriguing. Something was missing, and it took him a while to figure out what it was.
"You don't have a television set," he blurted out.
Joan, who had joined them after getting dinner started, laughed. "We have more interesting things to do in the evening than watch the boob tube."
"Wish I could get rid of mine, but the girls wouldn't stand for it," Mike said.
"You're heading in the right direction," Joan purred.
"Oops, supper's ready."
Mike felt a wave of relief-John had been about to ask Joan what she meant. Dinner provided a welcome respite from the talk.
"Dig out the good brandy, will you Honey?" Joan asked her husband when dinner was over. "I'll straighten up in here and be with you as soon as I slip into something more comfortable."
Feeling pleasantly relaxed from the meal, and wondering just what could be more comfortable than a blouse and skirt with nothing underneath, Mike followed his host into the living room.
"Brandy?" John asked, handing Mike a mammoth snifter with a pool of cognac in the bottom.
"Thanks." Mike savored the bouquet, and then rolled a sip around on his tongue. He was at one end of the couch. John folded himself down on the other end and scratched one huge arm lazily.
Mike was feeling warm and mellow from the two Scotches and the brandy. But when Joan came back into the room all the blood in his body began to stampede wildly in all directions.
"I don't know how you can stand all those clothes," Joan announced, stretching luxuriously. She had certainly changed to something more comfortable-she was nude.
Mike gulped the remainder of his brandy, and promptly choked.
"I'll get you some more," Joan said calmly, taking the snifter from his numb, shaking hand. "More, John?"
"In a minute. I think you've got the right idea," John answered. "Come on, Mike, get out of that stuff. You will sooner or later, you know."
When Mike began stammering and stuttering, Joan cut in. "Mike, didn't you believe me when I told you John knows what you and I have done?"
Mike tried not to look at Joan, and found himself staring at John instead. Peterson's muscular body was tanned a rich mahogany except for a miniscule bathing suit stripe. His cock was stiffening slowly. He tossed his clothes casually in a corner.
"Everything," Joan said, holding out Mike's fresh drink. "Come on, get up."
Mike surged to his feet. He was acutely conscious of the monster knot in his pants and the turmoil in his guts. He had an urge to sprint for the door, but didn't.
While he stood there, Joan swiftly and efficiently stripped him.
"Now come on, you two, we're wasting time," Joan announced after giving Mike's cock a fond tickle. She sat on the couch, and motioned to Mike to sit next to her. John took a seat on her other side. She held Mike's cock in one hand while she sipped brandy from the glass she held in the other. "Makes me wish I had three hands," she noted.
John put his fingers on her chin and turned her head and kissed her. Mike felt her fingers tighten on his cock as the kiss went on and on. John slid a hand over and cupped one of his wife's lush breasts. His calloused thumb stroked her brown nipple, made the rubbery bud swell and harden. Mike wondered what the hell the etiquette was in a situation like this. He was naked and aroused. His own pride, and the grip she had on his cock, kept him from fleeing screaming into the night. The sight of John fondling one of her heavy breasts was making Mike's gut seethe with lust. He was itching to join the fun.
Hesitantly, his hand palsied with nerves and horniness, he reached for her other breast. She purred deep in her throat when he brushed her nipple. Then he clutched her heavy jug, and her thumb combed across the head of his cock, smearing his goo over his meat. His belly was ablaze with lust.
With a quick toss of his head, he finished off his second cognac. His senses were swimming from the mixture of lust and alcohol. Joan broke the kiss with John, turned, and Mike felt her mouth fasten on his. As she sucked hard, she drove her tongue deep into his mouth.
"I love being loved," Joan said as she broke the kiss. "And John loves to have me loved, and to love me while I'm being loved. You don't need to understand that, now. Later you will. All you need to do right now is want me."
Mike's battered brain managed to assemble the thought that she had the evidence of that right in the palm of her hand, but he couldn't manage to get the words out.
"Come on," Joan said softly, standing up, and pulling him toward the bedroom by his prick. Mike went along like a robot. His insides were a whirling hurricane of lust and confusion.
In the bedroom, still clinging to his aching dick. Joan Jay down on the bed with him and pressed her warm, desirable body against his. She guided his hand to her thickly furred snatch. He felt all twisted up inside. Then she managed to obliterate everything from his mind but his aching horniness, and the searing flame in his groin. She fingered his prick and let him slide his finger up into her sticky depths.
Mike barely even noticed when the bed shifted as John joined them. He was nursing on one of Joan's tits. She turned her head for her husband's kiss. Mike kept pumping his finger in her pussy.
When she pushed Mike over onto his back, he yielded easily. He felt a twinge of surprise when he saw John was watching avidly. Then Joan straddled Mike, aimed his cock up into her cunny, and screwed herself down on it, and nothing else mattered but the feel of her hot pussy around his pecker.
John suddenly stood up on the bed and straddled Mike. Joan kept rising and falling on Mike's cock, kept making it blaze like a forest fire. She reached for her husband's jutting, slim pecker. Curling her fingers around it, she leaned forward and closed her lips around the thrusting phallus.
From below, Mike had a view of John's ass, his dusky, hairy scrotum, and his cock vanishing into Joan's sucking mouth. It was an incredible sight and his balls shot out a steaming flow of sperm. The pool in his guts got bigger and bigger as his cock was stroked by Joan's cunt. Reaching up, Mike clamped his hands on her tits, hard. He had to clutch something, anything, that would confirm that what he was feeling was real.
Joan sucked cock, Mike noted dispassionately, in a way he had never seen, or felt. Instead of the usual gross fucking back and forth motion of the head, she let her tongue and lips and fingers do all the work. The sight of her mouth embracing John's cock made Mike's own groin seethe with lust. She fingered the tender underside of the other man's pecker as she rose and fell slowly and gracefully on Mike's cock. He could see the way her tongue was swirling around the head of John's dick, and wasn't sure who was getting the better deal out of the arrangement.
Sliding his hands down from her tormented tits, Mike parted her pussy and found her berry clit with his thumbs. He saw a tremor wrack her torso as she gulped and slurped on the pecker in her mouth. John was clutching her head now, and was guiding her back and forth so his prick slid in and out of her working lips. A dribble of spit and something, oozed down Joan's chin, broke loose and spattered wetly on Mike's chest.
His own hips were bouncing now, jamming his cock into her cunt hard, with quick sharp jabs that made her tits quiver. Joan reached around behind John and dug her fingers into his ass crack. She probed a finger into his asshole as he fucked her face, and she fucked herself on Mike.
Mike felt like he was being shredded by the multitude of sensations. There was the rich scent of male and female sex, there was the sight and sound of her sucking cock, and the feel of his own prick being brought to the flash point by her pumping pussy.
John began to cum. Christ! Mike felt like he was ripping in two. He watched the cock pumping and spurting into Joan's mouth. Deliberately, Joan backed off and showily caught two of the heavy wads on her tongue, then re-engulfed the still spurting shaft with her full, wet, cum-smeared lips. John was staring down hungrily, watching his wife devouring and draining his hosing wang. Below that he could see Mike ramming his cock up into Joan's pussy.
It was all too fucking much for Mike to take. He dug his fingers hard into Joan's steaming pussy, and his prick exploded. He shuddered and jerked, heaved upwards, suspending his ass and the other man's woman in mid air. The head of his phallus tried to bore right up through her. While his nuts emptied a full, thick gooey load into her convulsing twat, Joan was cumming, too. Still swallowing the spit and semen being dumped into her mouth, she shuddered with orgasmic convulsions.
The climax finally broke when John's dick slipped from Joan's mouth and spattered a few stinging drops of semen and spit onto Mike. Joan slumped forward, cuddled down on top of Mike. His shriveling dick was still in her dripping cunt. She kissed him with cum-smeared lips. Instead of revulsion he felt kinky lust stir in his guts as he tasted John's jizm.
For a while they all lay together on the bed in a warm, loving tangle.
Mike felt his cock rising and swelling again, driving slowly and hesitantly into the warm, clutching depths of Joan's pussy. She leaned back and gazed at him with glittering, knowing eyes. When she shifted her pelvis in a gentle fucking motion, John roused and glanced at the two of them.
"Horny bastard, ain't he?" he noted.
"I'd like to think it was due entirely to my irresistible sexuality," Joan noted. "But I happen to know he's got something going with his seventeen-year-old daughter."
Mike felt his cock start to shrivel. "Now wait a damn minute," he said, intending to deny it.
"Shush," Joan cautioned, putting a finger to his lips. "It doesn't matter. In fact, I think it's good. For you and for her." Then she did something with the muscles of her pussy that brought his pecker back to life abruptly. "Bet she can't do that!"
"I wouldn't bet on it," Mike snorted. "No, actually, that's not true. Micaela probably can't, yet."
"Then Patty can," Joan chuckled, and he felt the chuckle with his prick. "The one you-uh-opened up new channels of communication with. Which one is she, the middle one?"
"Youngest," Mike corrected. "I was thinking more of Gabby, actually."
"All three of them? Jeez, you are a lucky sonovabitch," John snorted.
"John, just what is that I feel digging at my bottom?" Joan asked conversationally.
"What the hell do you think it is," he asked. "A gopher?"
"More likely a roto-rooter," Joan answered. "Aahh, Jesus, there it goes in."
Mike shuddered. His cock throbbed and his insides suddenly flared hotter than the core of the sun. Because he felt it, too, against the base of his cock, a sudden pressure that hadn't been there before. His phallus responded with a fresh surge of power. He held rigidly still, afraid to move.
"Gently," Joan whispered, "do it slow and gentle. You forgot to use any grease."
"I could get some," John noted.
"No, don't leave," Joan moaned. "Oh, My God! That Is So Good," she whispered. Mike could hear the capital letters in her voice.
He gritted his teeth. He could feel John's cock sliding into Joan's rectum. It was a funny, squirming sensation. As John's cock compressed the thin barrier separating Joan's two holes, a pressure slowly slid up toward the head of Mike's pecker. His groin was an overloaded boiler of super-heated steam from the stimulation.
"More," Joan croaked. "All The Way."
Mike felt as if his cock was being slowly squeezed in a hot, moist vice. Her vagina was being pinched shut around his aching hard-on, which made his cock get even harder.
"Oh, Go," Joan moaned, curling her upper leg around Mike, thrusting her butt out for deeper penetration by John. Mike leaned back so he could get his dick hi further. His legs tangled with John's as the other man wriggled, corn-holed deeper into his woman.
"Oh, John, you filthy, lovely, buggering son of a bitch," Joan growled homily.
"You never call me things like that," Mike complained in a sudden giddy attempt at humor.
Joan convulsed in a near hysterical burst of laughter. The vibrations drummed through her overloaded channels. John chuckled, and Mike felt John's cock leap and jump in its greasy socket.
"Don't cum yet," Joan wailed. "Ahhh, no, please, don't cum yet," she pleaded. "This is so good I cannot believe it. I cannot believe it!"
Mike held still and his dick throbbed with pleasure. John was fondling Joan's breasts, reaching around her, twisting and bruising the lush mounds. Mike leaned back to watch. Then he reached down and explored her dripping slit with his fingers. She shuddered and gasped as he found her clit and diddled it with slick fingers.
"For a beginner, you sure learn fast," Joan wheezed.
"Good teacher," Mike informed her.
"Oh, fuck me," she sighed. "Just a little bit. Just a very, very little bit."
Mike was agreeable to the suggestion. Very gently, he eased his cock out of her tight tunnel. It felt almost as tight as Patty's ass had felt. It was a lot wetter and slipperier than an ass. He slid his dick back into the tight tube, and held still as his balls throbbed on the verge of unloading.
Then John moved, eased his dork out of Joan's ass, then slid it back in. Mike almost erupted. It felt fantastic, the shifting squeezing pressure as John's pecker eased out and back into Joan's butt.
"Awww, you devils," Joan moaned.
"Don't move, or I'll cum," Mike warned.
"Me, too," John gasped.
Joan laughed tensely. "We wouldn't want that, now, would we? No, not yet, not just yet. You want to know a secret, Mike?"
"What?"
"I love you," she whispered. "But that wasn't what I started to say. What I started to say was that I lost my virginity to my father."
"Really?" Mike was grateful for the crazy diversion, since it would let the pool of cum in his gut calm down a bit.
"Mum had to go home, her father was dying,*' Joan gasped. "It took months. I saw what an effect I could have on Daddy, so one night I-slid into bed with him. Aaahhh, it was so good! He loved me, and he was experienced, and he was sweet and kind and gentle when he took my cherry. It was like stars exploding and falling from the sky. I don't think I would be so turned-on to sex if it had happened any other way. I was fifteen."
Mike absorbed this silently, and felt his own guilt at what he had done with his daughters fade a little.
"It lasted a month," Joan moaned. "And the only regret I ever had was that it had to end when it did. Mom came home, and the bedroom door was forever closed to me after that."
Mike moved to ease a cramp in his leg, and his dick stirred in her pinched pussy. His lust rose again, his cock swelled a little, and Joan sucked in a hot breath. "But, I've made up for it," she whispered. "I've been making up for it ever since."
"No regrets?" John asked.
"None. I sure do envy Mike's daughters, though."
"My sister and I had to share a room and a bed," John mused. "It was a shack in the coalfields, and that was all we had. Mom was dead, and Dad worked in the mines for twelve or fourteen hours each day."
Mike waited. His gut was aching from the long stimulation of his prick. The confessions were building his horniness as they diminished his guilt.
"I started fucking my sister when I was ten or eleven," John said. "Actually, I don't remember exactly when we started. We always snuggled when it was cold, and it was always cold. Then one night I was in her and it was something unbelievable. We did it every night until I was sixteen. Then Sis got married. I left home when Dad died of black lung. I never heard from her again."
"Why not?" Mike asked.
"She's illiterate."
There was a long silence. Then John broke the mood by sliding his cock in and out of Joan's ass. There was a desperate moan from her, and a burst of life from Mike's burned cock.
"Now," Joan whispered. "Do it now, both of you."
Mike began to move, began easing his cock in and out of her hole. As he did, he felt John's cock sliding in her shit chute, massaging his own cock through the strained, squeezed, tormented membrane.
"Awww, my God, it feels like I'm being torn in two," Joan moaned. "Love it, don't stop! Please, please, please, don't stop."
Mike and John got things synchronized-eased out simultaneously, then drove back in together.
"JESUS! One minute I'm empty, the next I'm full," Joan wailed.
Mike was approaching the point of no return. His jizm was boiling, building up greater and greater pressure in his groin. As his dick slithered in and out of her juicy hole, he felt John's dork pistoning in her asshole, felt her lush body against his. He fingered her squirmy, juicy clitoris. It was getting to be more than he could stand.
Frantically, not wanting to be the first, he tried to hold back his cumming. Then he felt an odd pulsation from the wall separating him from John and knew that John was cumming. That was all it took. He felt like he was being slowly sawed in two by a red-hot blade as his guts turned inside out in an effort to empty all of his cum at once. He saw Joan's face crinkle into an agonized mask of pleasure as her twat tried to spasm around his spurting dong.
Every time Mike felt his cumming start to fade, he felt John's cock jump against his. Each time it happened it triggered another series of spurts. His cock leaping seemed to bring fresh life to John's cumming. The two of them hosed Joan's guts with jizm, sent her orgasm to the cremation level. Her mouth gaping, her eyes bugging blindly with pleasure, she writhed like a speared animal.
It ended when Mike's pleasure finally became agony. His reservoirs were totally drained. He felt his dick and John's go limp simultaneously. Joan collapsed into a whimpering huddle.
A while later, after Joan had carefully bathed John's cock, they lay on the bed, with Joan between the two men. They sipped brandy and enjoyed a quiet companionship.
"Now do you understand what John and I have?" Joan asked, fingering Mike's dick gently.
Mike nodded. "Yeah. But I'm curious about one thing."
"What's that?"
"Well, you fuck with me, and he knows it. Does he fuck with anyone besides you?"
"Hell, yes," Joan answered, looking over at John fondly. "He's got a cute little blonde that makes my mouth water."
"Makes your mouth water?" Mike asked.
"She has got the sweetest, juiciest cunt it has ever been my pleasure to eat," Joan explained, her voice heavy with lust.
Mike felt his cock rise at the thought.
"And then I watch him deliver that lovely cock of his to her pink hole. I lick his butt from time to time," Joan went on. "Jesus, this is getting me horny again."
"You are a perfect wanton," John noted.
"Nobody's perfect," Joan said.
"Perfect or not," Mike sighed, "I have to be getting home."
Joan and John were engrossed in each other. Her hand was fondling his cock, his finger was sliding into her furry nest. Mike felt a tremor of excitement at the sight, then resolutely set the snifter aside and got to his feet. Wearily, he went out to the living room and dragged on his rumpled clothes.
When he went back to the bedroom to thank them for the evening, Joan was on her back, with her legs folded up and her knees flung wide. John was between her thighs. His ass was rising and falling as he pumped his cock into her streaming hole. Mike watched enviously for a moment, then slipped silently away.
As he drove home he wrestled with his own problem. He thought of Micaela and Gabby and Patty, and his guts tightened with desire for all three of them. What will happen, he wondered, when one of them finds out about another?
It might knit the family closer together ...
Or, it might rip it into bitter, jealous fragments ... "
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nude, her body filmed with a fine sheen of sweat, Gabby stood with her feet apart, and her arms outstretched. Bending over, she touched her toes. She was aware of Patty, also naked, sitting on her bed, inspecting the spaces between her toes.
"How come you do that every night?" Patty asked.
"Keeps-puff-me-puff-in shape," Gabby panted.
"What shape? You're almost as skinny as I am."
"Slender-puff-is the word," Gabby grunted. "Dancers are supposed to be slender."
"I thought your dancing kept you that way."
Gabby collapsed on her bed and sprawled out on her back with her legs spread. "Anyway, when I say 'in shape' I don't mean my curves, I mean my physical condition."
"Oh." Patty was still fingering her toes. Her face was a mask of concentration.
"I wonder what's gotten into 'Caela the last few days," Gabby mused, staring at the ceiling.
"Yeah. She's been a real bitch," Patty agreed.
"I don't approve of the word," Gabby noted, "but 'bitch' is the only way to put it." She toyed idly with one tit, and felt an itch stirring down deep in her groin. She wondered if maybe she should do something about it later on. "And speaking of bitches. I've been meaning to mention it-you've been pretty nice lately."
Patty frowned. "I guess that's a compliment, sort of."
"I don't know what Daddy did that Sunday, but it sure worked."
Patty got a funny, languid look on her face. "It sure did," she answered in a tone that Gabby would have said was sexy, if Patty hadn't been her own kid sister.
"Well, whatever it was, I wish he'd do it to Micaela," Gabby grumbled. "Ever since Daddy had that dinner with his secretary and her husband, 'Caela's been a real stinker."
"Maybe she's jealous?" Patty suggested.
"Oh, pooh, how would you know?" Gabby said derisively. "What is there for her to be jealous of? It was just a dinner, after all."
"I dunno," Patty muttered. "Micaela was picking through his dirty laundry the next day, before she put it in the washer, and she looked awful disgusted and unhappy. Like she'd found something yucky that upset her."
Gabby bit her lower lip and wondered if maybe Patty had something. Gabby thought of their father having sex with some other woman. Instead of feeling jealous, she felt the hot itch in her crotch get hotter and more demanding. The thought of Daddy shoving his big cock into some other pussy really turned her on. Besides, why should she get jealous? She had Kerry, after all.
But Micaela-all she had was Chris. And anyway, Micaela was a virgin! Gripes, she probably got all uptight just at the thought of someone having sex. Boy, would it blow her mind if she knew what happened between Daddy and me, Gabby thought worriedly.
The memory of that made the itch flare up even hotter. God, the things they had done in the rec room that day. She could still feel his great phallus stuffing her cunt. Jeez, she was going to have to do something about the itch now. It was like a hot worm was eating away at her insides.
"Let's get some sleep, huh?" Gabby suggested hopefully.
"Yeah, I'm bushed," Patty agreed. "And besides, Miss Bossy is likely to see our light on and come in and give us all sorts of shit."
"Your language is terrible," Gabby noted as she slipped between the sheets.
"I'm sorry," Patty apologized. Yawning, she switched out the light and slid into bed. "Daddy asked me to keep my side clean, but I keep forgetting. I'll try to do better."
That, Gabby mused in the silent darkness, was what was amazing. Daddy asked Patty to do something, and she really tried to do it. She wasn't perfect, yet, but there wasn't any more stinking laundry under the bed, and she hadn't short-sheeted a bed in days. Gabby fingered her itchy nipples, made them even itchier. She lay there stiff with tension and waited for Patty to go to sleep. She fought the urge to finger her pussy, too. If she did it, it would make her horniness unbearable, and if she did it too much she might cum, which would spoil it for later with Daddy.
She wasn't quite sure when she had decided that she had to have Daddy again, tonight. Maybe when she thought of Daddy screwing with that sexpot secretary of his.
Thinking about it made Gabby's pussy sizzle with hunger. Burned into her mind was the memory of what his beautiful dork looked like, and felt like. Visualizing that hot tower plunging into a pussy other than her own made her steam. And when she thought of it cramming into her own hole, the steam turned to little flames and licked up through her.
Impatiently, Gabby steadied her breathing to a deep, even rhythm, and hoped Patty would think she was asleep. Gabby listened hard to Patty's breathing, waited for her to start her soft snoring. Gabby fingered her pussy very, very delicately, kept her horniness high as she listened.
From somewhere in the house came the sound of a door closing. Probably Daddy going to bed after the news. Micaela had taken a long bath-and most of the hot water-and bedded down early.
Gabby's chest was starting to hurt from breathing so steadily. And she was listening so hard there was a ringing in her ears. Finally she detected it, the soft sucking sound of Patty's snores, and the gentle slurping noise she made when she sucked her thumb in her sleep. It always reminded Gabby of how young her baby sister was. For a moment, Gabby felt a twinge at what she was going to do. It seemed, somehow, an affront to Patty's youthful innocence. Gabby was sure Patty was innocent. She had stopped being a cock-tease. Obviously, Daddy had finally clued her in on what she had been doing so inadvertently.
Silently, Gabby eased the sheet and blanket down, uncovering her slender nude body. The touch of the night against her bare flesh sent a shiver of lust through her. Just the thought of being naked with Daddy got her all excited.
When there was no change in Patty's breathing, Gabby looked over at her sister's bed. Patty was on her side, facing the wall. Just her tousled blonde hair was visible above the covers. The sucking noise had faded.
Gabby eased her foot out of the bed and onto the floor. With a dancer's smooth grace, she slid to her feet and paused and held her breath. Reassured by the silence, she tiptoed sure-footedly toward the door. Bright moonlight filtered through the drawn curtains.
The latch creaked ever so slightly as she turned the knob. A yellow sliver of light speared in from the night light in the hallway. Opening the door just wide enough to slip through, Gabby slithered out into the hall. Her nipples burned when they brushed the cold, hard edge of the door. Then, rather than risk the latch clacking and waking Patty, Gabby left the door slightly ajar.
As silently as a ghost, her insides churning, she took the two steps to his door. She was glad she had forgotten to take off the gold chain and pendant she always wore around her neck. It made her feel more naked to have one thing on. Her ponytail swayed, brushing her back between her shoulder blades. She paused, cocked her head, listened at her father's door.
Her heart thumping with excitement, she reached out and grasped the doorknob. The spring creaked softly as she turned the latch. She eased the door open very slowly. She had been holding her breath so long her chest ached.
He was asleep, snoring quietly. She eased the door open all the way and went in. Silently, she closed it behind herself.
Her cunt squirmed as she gazed across the room at him. The curtains were open. A flood of light from the moon spilled over the double bed. It was a warm night. He had only the sheet over him. It was pulled up to his waist. His strong chest, with its curling mat of black hair, was bared to the night air from the window.
He didn't move as Gabby crossed the room toward him. Her gut was twisting with love and lust. She stood over him for a moment. The moonlight hit one of her gentle breasts, made it gleam silver. Her nipple was a dark peak. Reaching down, she took the sheet and slowly, and carefully, drew it down. Her chest burned with excitement as she bared his flat gut, then the dark bush at the base of his cock-and then his cock! It was hanging droopily over to one side between his powerful thigh and his testicles. The sight of his unaroused tool was enough to make her pussy seep with hunger.
Deliberately tormenting herself by delaying the satisfaction she so badly needed, she drew the sheet completely down and off the end of the bed. Her father lay stretched out like a pagan sacrifice on an altar. His chest was rising and falling evenly. One hand twitched as if feeling for the stolen sheet, then lay still again.
Very slowly and very carefully, Gabby bent over and reached for his limp pecker. The shaft felt like rubber as she tipped it upright. The end tilted off drunkenly to one side. Lowering her head, she breathed on his cock, then took it into her mouth. She felt its warmth and its softness, tasted the sweat and seepings, felt it begin to swell.
She swirled her tongue gently around the head as It began to expand. It pushed upwards into her mouth, stiffened, forced her lips and jaw wider. She circled the head again and again, let it drive slowly toward the back of her mouth as it grew. Her pussy was ablaze with hunger. She stalled it off by slipping two fingers into the clinging, aroused folds of her cunt.
The snoring grew louder and rougher, more uneven. She kept on sucking her sleeping father's cock. She wanted to get him so turned-on that when he did wake up, he would have to take her, plunge his shaft into her until it felt like he was going to split her open.
The snoring broke off, became a cough that made his phallus jerk in her mouth. Then he groaned, and shifted and squirmed restlessly in the moonlight. She savored the hardness of his dork, pressed it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. She rubbed its underside, stroked the nerve endings she knew were there. A sudden flood filled her mouth wide with the taste of his arousal, coated her tongue, smothered her in his rich scent.
His hips shifted and rolled in a primitive fucking motion. He muttered something unintelligible as she slid her mouth up and down his throbbing hard-on. He was completely hard now. His cock, a thrusting tower of meat, was eager to plunge its head into her hot depths. She eased her head down until the dripping tip of his dork was poking the back of her mouth. She gagged and retreated, slowly let his prick slide through her lips and out of her mouth.
She held it upright, studying it. It was an ivory tower capped with a dusky knob. It was shining with his pre-cum and her saliva. His eyelids fluttered as he struggled toward consciousness. Gabby felt like curling into herself, she was so excited. Easing astride him, carefully keeping his cock upright with her hand, avoiding bumping him while the bed sank from her weight, she straddled her slowly waking father.
Hunching forward a little, holding his cock up, she lowered her aching, itching, ravenous vagina onto the burning tip. The touch of his dick against her hot slit made his eyes flutter open. For a moment he gazed vacantly at the ceiling. His hands stirred aimlessly on the sheet, then reached for his cock, and found heir fingers and the springy curls of her delicate bush.
His eyes widened in shock, focused on her moon-lit body. She speared herself on his thrusting tower, felt it wedge open her slick folds, plunging into her starving channel. She hunched over his pecker, felt it stuff her insides, and moaned with lust.
"Gabby!" he said in surprise.
"Ssshhhh," Gabby said, her guts burning with lust. "I had to Daddy, I had to."
"Oh, Gabby," Mike groaned. His eyes went all funny as she ground her cunt against his groin, drove his cock full-length into her hot, slippery hole. Still hunched over, she fingered her clitoris as she let her twat become accustomed to his bulk.
His hands reached for her, and for a moment, he tried to push her off and away. Then his fingers sank into her tender breasts, dug into them until they hurt and throbbed with pleasure.
She rose slowly off his cock, felt it slide out of her. Then she eased down again, feeling it drill up into her searing hot box. His fingers rode with her tits, tormented her dancer's firm mounds, pinched her nipples. His eyes closed, and his head rolled from side to side as she fucked herself on him.
"DOIT!"
Patty's sharp order made Gabby freeze with horror, Her father's cock was half in her twat. She felt his tower jump and threaten to fade. She lowered herself on it, instinctively tried to keep possession of his lust.
Gabby was too far gone to be able to obey him. "I can't Daddy, honest. I just can't," she moaned, rising and falling, bringing his cock back to full life.
"Don't stop," Patty repeated, moving to where she could see the moon-lit intersection of Gabby's and her father's bodies. Patty was naked. Her hand dug into her nearly hairless pussy as she stared hungrily at the couple on the bed. "Don't stop!"
"Oh, God," Gabby moaned, incredibly turned-on by having an audience. "Do you know what you're seeing, Patty?" Gabby asked breathlessly.
"She knows," Mike growled. "Ahhhh. Christ, what a fucking mess!"
"I shoulda known," Patty said. "I shoulda known I wasn't the only one."
"You!" Gabby screamed. "YOU?"
"Not fucking," Patty admitted. "But sucking-and-and other things."
"No wonder," Gabby moaned, "you've been such an angel lately."
"I'm horny, Daddy," Patty groaned, unable to tear her eyes off the spot where her father's cock went into her sister.
Gabby was hornier than ever, if that was possible. She couldn't help staring at her naked sister: her dainty budding boobies and pouty hairless pussy lips. Patty had two fingers sunk in her slit, and was sliding them in and out, in and out. The wet sticky noise matched the soft slurping of the cock in Gabby's cunt.
"What the hell can I do," Mike groaned, completely overwhelmed by the incredible situation.
"His mouth," Gabby said suddenly. "He-he could use his mouth." She swung her hips in a circular motion and felt the paddle of his cock flail her cunt walls.
Without a word, without taking her eyes off Gabby's speared pussy, Patty climbed onto the bed, and, facing her sister, straddled her father's head. She positioned her gaping, naked pussy over his face. She thrust her ass back so her crotch came down on his mouth.
With a groan of total surrender, Mike ate Patty's tender, virgin cunt. His tongue stroked her groove.
As Gabby watched, her insides shredded with ecstasy. She bounced on his jutting dork, felt it drill her full depths like a mindless battering ram. She was being boiled alive in the juices of her horniness. As she fucked, she watched her sweet, tender, supposedly innocent little sister get eaten.
"Awww, I'm cumming," she moaned as the flames swirled through her. She leaned forward in a reflex convulsion, and bumped into Patty. She clung to Patty, desperately, burned at the feel of Patty's satin smooth, hot flesh. Patty clutched her, and their mouths met in a kiss that was anything but sisterly. Patty's hand clamped on one of Gabby's tits, making it ache and burn still more.
Gabby's cunt was spasming madly around her father's cock. She was humping her hips wildly, trying to rub her clit against him. She could see how his tongue was raping Patty's slit, see how he had parted those pale lips so he could get at the inner folds. Gabby clutched one of Patty's little boobs, felt the hard nubbin with her fingers. She pinched and twisted the tiny knob. There was a sucking moan from the mouth locked to hers.
Gabby's cumming flared even higher, and finally, delightfully, exquisitely, she felt the phallus in her cunt jumping and spurting, hosing her insides with semen.
At that point her own climax became too much to bear, and, the prick still in her, she slid off to one side in a quivering heap. Her twat was a solid ache of satisfaction when the spouting petered out, became a limp wiggle in her ravaged cunny.
"Don't stop now," Patty wailed. "Don't stop now."
"I'm done," Mike mumbled into her dripping snatch.
"Please, don't stop!"
"I'm suffocating," Mike said, shoving the two girls away. Gabby flopped onto her back. Patty immediately slid over on top of her. Patty's mouth nibbled Gabby's tummy, sent crazy flutters through her gut. Then suddenly something hot and sinuous was slithering into her flooded twat, licking up the thick pool of cum there, and striking sparks from her clit.
Then a hairless pussy was descending on Gabby's face, and without even thinking about it, she burrowed her mouth into the warm moist flesh. She felt a few fine strands of hair as she probed into the metallic-tasting folds of meat. Gabby clutched Patty's tight, hard ass as her own twat was raped by Patty's tongue. Pulpy flesh mashed against Gabby's cheeks and jaw as she probed the flooding gash of her sister's twat She felt a blistering wave of love for Patty, a wave of love that drove her to probe the tight hole with her tongue tip. She was a little surprised to find that Patty was a virgin, technically at least. The membrane there stretched easily, let Gabby probe far into Patty's dainty cunny, savoring the thick creaming.
Patty's pelvis humped and humped. Patty's lips went along Gabby's crotch like little animals seeking food. Finding the nubbin of Gabby's slit, they fastened on it, and a fireball of pleasure ripped Gabby's brains to shreds. Patty sucked hard on the nerve berry, and Gabby thought it was going to rip out by the roots. Wanting to give her sister equal pleasure, Gabby found Patty's clitoris, a barely detectable bump, and tongued it with a fast, flicking motion. She was rewarded by convulsive knottings of Patty's ass.
A finger touched Gabby's asshole, and Gabby's twat flooded. Patty wormed her finger into Gabby's bung, made it burn as hot as a star. Gabby was cumming as she pried into Patty's crack, finding the crater of Patty's rump hole. A scratching, twisting probe of the pucker, and Gabby's mouth was drowning in Patty's juices.
Gabby curled up in an attempt to cram her head into her sister. At the same time, she tried to get Patty's head inside her own crotch. Patty curled, too, and for a moment they strained against each other* Then they collapsed into a limp, panting puddle of total exhaustion.
Gabby roused first, out of self-preservation. She pushed her sister's smothering weight off, rolled her to the far side of the bed, then grabbed at her desperately when she almost fell off.
"Thanks," Patty whispered weakly.
"Daddy?" Gabby asked, turning at the sound of his snort. He was sitting hunched over on the edge of the bed. Aching with exhaustion, she hauled herself over to him and snuggled against his warm body. "What's the matter, Daddy?"
"I've ruined you all," Mike groaned. "Ruined you all."
"Oh, Daddy, don't be a party-pooper," Patty snorted.
"What makes you say that?" Gabby asked him.
"All this," he answered, waving vaguely. "My God, you're fifteen and sixteen."
Gabby bit her lip. "Wouldn't you rather I did it with you than with strangers?" she asked softly.
Mike was quiet for along time, then nodded reluctantly.
"That day you spanked me wasn't the first time I had sucked a cock," Patty informed him, settling down his other side. She reached around and fingered his limp, soggy dick. "Though it was the first time I had been buggered," she added. "I still am a virgin, by the way."
Patty looked at Gabby with hot, glittering eyes. "Put his cock up my rear."
"I know what it means," Gabby snapped, insulted. "I've just-never done it"
"You haven't?! Holy shit, you don't know what you've been missing!" Patty exclaimed.
"Mind your language, Patty," Mike told her.
"Sorry," Patty apologized perfunctorily. "Seriously, Gabby, it is really out of sight! You should try it."
Much to her surprise, Gabby felt horniness stirring to life in her innards. Patty's finger up her butt just a few moments ago had felt fantastic* "I'd like to."
"Why don't you do it to her, Daddy?" Patty suggested.
"Now wait just one cotton-picking minute," Mike growled. "What the hell do you think this is?"
"I think," said Patty, in her sweetest tone, "that if you don't I'll yell loud enough to wake Micaela. How do you think she'd like finding the three of us together here like this?"
"Patty!" Gabby said, horrified by the idea. "If what is bothering her is what I think is bothering her, it would destroy her."
"And us," Mike added.
"Aw, I wasn't really going to do it," Patty said. "But why won't you bugger Gabby, Daddy?"
"You don't have any inhibitions at all, do you?" Mike asked her.
"No. Why should I? Now, why won't you do it? Give me one good reason. We've already done everything else tonight"
Mike snorted. "That is one good reason. Men, in case you hadn't noticed, are different from women. Women can go all night if they want to ... "
"Lucky us," Patty chirped.
"Don't interrupt," Mike growled. "But men's stamina is limited. Once or twice, with a long rest in between, is about the best they can do."
"You did it twice with me," Patty pointed out.
"It took quite a bit of stimulation," Mike answered.
Gabby had her eyes on her father's prick. She was imagining what it would feel like to have it drive into her asshole. She was beginning to shudder with horniness. "Did it twice with me, too," she whispered.
"But, you sucked me back to life, dammit," Mike protested. "I won't do it. I can't do it!"
"Don't you want to do it?" Gabby asked softly.
Mike pinched his lips shut for a moment, then caved in. "Yes, I would like to do it."
"Good, that's settled," Patty said. "Now all we have to settle is the 'can't' part."
"Dammit, Patty. I didn't say I would!" Mike raged.
"Oh." Patty scowled at him. "Shoot."
Gabby began fingering her pussy. She carefully let her father see every bit of her sex, deliberately tried to arouse him as she built her own lust "Please, Daddy?" she asked softly.
"I CAN'T!"
Patty snorted, and lowered her mouth to his cum-crusty prick. Gabby's guts knotted with excitement as she watched her sister suck dick. It responded immediately, swelled and expanded. Gabby's innards twisted tight as the cock grew.
"Get some grease, Gabby," Patty ordered.
"Oh My God," Mike groaned.
Gabby jittered about, tried to find something greasy. She saw a tube of hemorrhoid ointment in the medicine cabinet. If it wouldn't do, she thought, nothing would.
When she got back, she flinched at the size of her father's dong. The thought of it driving into her tight little anus scared the hell out of her. The idea also turned her on like a blowtorch. She thought it might kill her, but her only reaction to that was, what a way to go!
"Gimme," Patty ordered, taking the tube from Gabby's numb fingers. Gabby watched, mesmerized, as Patty's dainty fingers smeared their father's mammoth hard-on with a thick, oily coating. His cock gleamed dully when she was done.
"Bend over," Patty told Gabby, guiding her so she was bent forward with her hands on the bed. Gabby spread her legs, and looked down under herself, along her naked body. The gently down-dragged masses of her breasts looked much more impressive this way. She saw Patty behind her-Patty's naked pussy at least.
Then a cold finger touched her ass crack. Gabby flinched and a wave of juice oozed from her cunt. Patty's dily finger smeared Gabby's crack, touched her asshole. It winked reflexively from the chill.
"Look Daddy, see how tight and pretty it is?" Patty asked. Mike looked. Gabby's lust raged higher as did her gut-knotting terror.
Gabby moaned. A wave of fire broke over her as Patty twisted an oily finger into her winkie. Her head hanging, her ponytail curling across the bed, she groaned as Patty twisted and turned her greasy finger in the shit valve.
"Sweet God," Mike growled.
"Do you want me, Daddy?" Gabby whispered ravenously.
"More than I ever believed possible," he answered. "Forgive me, Gabby, but I've got to. I've just got to."
Gabby felt like she was going to pee, she was so excited. "Do it Daddy, do it all the way. All The Way." Her voice trailed off, became an animal groan of anticipation. Patty's finger jerked out of her burning bung.
Patty's pale slender legs were replaced by Mike's strong, hairy columns. Gabby had been upside down so long her head throbbed from all the blood in it. For just a moment, she raised it. Her ponytail curled over her shoulder.
There was a blistering hot touch at her bung, and she jerked like an electric current had slammed through her. The touch became a slowly building pressure against her anus. For a moment, her body resisted. Then, she fought the reflex, tried to shit, and felt the sphincter yield. She felt the very tip of her father's prick enter her. The flames that lashed her nerves almost made her delirious.
"Go, Daddy," she moaned, putting her head down again.
She felt him wedge into her a bit more, felt her crap-per dilate to let him in. He forced her bung wider and wider with the head of his dork, until her hole began to sting, to burn. It was reaching its limit, beginning to stretch painfully.
"It'll never work," she thought. He was going to tear her wide open with his mammoth shaft. Reason said that if Patty could take it, she could take it. But her lust and instincts and terror knew no reason. She was going to be torn and shredded by the brutal battering ram. The terror made her want it even more.
There was a slithering, stinging, wrenching feeling. Gabby howled with agony, and the stretching feeling eased suddenly.
"The head's in," Patty reported. She was avidly watching the penetration. She circled her bung with one oily finger, tormented herself by not buggering her own butt.
"Okay, Hon?" Mike managed to ask.
"Wonderful," Gabby moaned. "Oh, Daddy, it is so unbelievably good. Get it in all the way."
She felt his cock slither through her burning bung. She felt it drive everything ahead of it as it bull-dozed its way into her tight tunnel. Reaching down to her crotch, she slipped a finger into her cunt. She was amazed to find it was pinched shut by the bulk up her rear. Reaching back a fraction farther, she felt the oily shaft that was slipping slowly into her bowels. She fondled the heavy balls that were holding the sperm that was going to hose her rectum.
"Halfway," Patty moaned, her voice thick with lust "More, Daddy," Gabby whispered. Her insides were burning up. "More."
She clutched her cunt, felt his phallus jam deep into her body like a mammoth, rock-hard turd. It felt like the contents of her belly were going to be driven out her mouth.
His hips jammed up against her rear, and his balls nudged the hand that was probing her twat He was in, all the way in. She knew it even though she didn't hear Patty report it.
"Feels like I'm so full I'm going to burst," she moaned. "Oh, Daddy, it is so wonderful! So unbelievably wonderful!"
"I can't last long in there," Mike told her hoarsely.
"Bugger me," Gabby moaned. "Bugger me, Daddy!"
He drew his dick out slowly. Her bung dragged out it. He drove back in, and she felt like she was being driven inside herself.
"Look out, Gabby," Patty ordered, pushing Cabby's hand away from her pussy.
Gabby felt her lust rage higher as Patty squirmed under her and began tonguing her clit Looking down, she saw that Patty was staring up avidly at where her sister's butt was being reamed. Patty was pumping fingers in her own immature pussy as she sucked clit and watched.
"Gonna cum, soon," Mike groaned, moving his cock in and out Gabby felt like she was being torn to shreds. She was cumming, cumming like a faucet all over Patty's face. But she was so overwhelmed by the orgasm that she couldn't talk, couldn't tell her father about it.
"Sssheeeeiiiittttt," Mike snorted. The cock in her bum erupted, scalded her with live steam. She felt the tower up her ass pulsing and pulsing as jizm flooded her cruddy depths in thick, gooey spurts. His weight bore down on her, and she slid slowly forward on the bed. His cock, twisted in her tail because of her changed position, wrung itself dry.
Patty was smothered under two bodies. Mike was on top, his cock still in Gabby's butt. Gabby was next and Patty was on the bottom. Patty huddled there as a slow, thick trickle of something dripped down from her father's balls and onto her face.
Gabby was in agony from the cock in her rear. She squirmed and writhed, shat out his shrinking pecker, felt her strained sphincter close. One stinging driblet of jizm escaped her rectum as it sealed.
She roused when he felt someone wiping her ass with a warm wash rag. Weakly, she turned her head. Her father was tenderly cleaning her aching tail. The sight was so touching, a wave of love made her eyes fill. "Oh, Daddy," she sighed, reaching for him. She pulled him down beside her and hugged him.
"You two can snuggle there all night. I'm going to bed," Patty announced practically.
"Don't wake Micaela when you do," Mike cautioned.
"Don't latch the door. I'll be there in a few minutes," Gabby added.
"Don't do this, don't do that. Sheeeshh!" Patty snorted good-naturedly as she left.
"What are we going to do about Micaela?" Gabby asked. "She's gotten awfully uptight since you went t� your secretary's. You've balled 'Caela, haven't you?"
"Yes. I took her cherry. She's jealous. She isn't certain I fucked Joan, but she suspects."
"I don't mind you balling others, because I've got a boyfriend," she mused.
"But Micaela doesn't," Mike pointed out.
"She has Chris-sort of," Gabby countered.
"But she doesn't fuck with him."
"Should she?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "You all scare the shit out of me, frankly."
"Will you leave 'Caela to me?" she asked, easing out of his embrace and standing up.
"You have an idea?" He flopped wearily to his back.
"Uh-huh."
"Going to tell me what it is?"
"No. It might scare the shit out of you."
"Oh, great!"
"Good night, Daddy," she said softly from by the door. His only answer was a deep, contented snore.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Micaela felt sullen and gloomy. Gabby's invitation had done nothing to lift her spirits. The man she really wanted was sitting right there in the living room. He might as well have been a million miles away.
"Come on, 'Caela, it'll be fun," Patty said.
"No, I don't think so," Micaela said. "The beds need changing."
"Oh, pooh, they do not," Gabby snorted.
"We can change our own tomorrow," Patty said.
"No."
"Why don't you go ahead," Mike said from behind the paper. "Makes more sense than staying home alone. I have a golfing appointment and won't be here."
"Oh." Micaela felt her last faint flicker of hope fade away. If he had been going to be home, nothing could have dragged her out.
"Chris is going to be there," Gabby said. Her tone implied that she was playing her trump card.
"He is?" Micaela felt a glimmer of interest. She hadn't seen him since the time with Daddy. In fact, she hadn't seen him since that glorious, naked afternoon romp. She could still feel his hot stickiness on her hands, the way his cock had jumped like an animal trying to escape her while it pumped its life's blood over her fingers.
"Uh-huh," Gabby assured her. Then she looked over her shoulder at their father, and leaned conspiratorially closer to 'Caela. "And he said he's going to bring some beer along," she whispered.
Micaela frowned. Daddy didn't mind them having a little beer or wine once in a while. But it was illegal. And some of the people her sisters knew were pretty casual about how much they drank, and how much they bragged about their drinking. Things had gotten out of hand a couple of times. She frowned and Patty told her not to be a priss.
"What's all that whispering about?" Mike asked.
"Nothing, Daddy." Micaela was angry with him. He had been rejecting her, ignoring her, ever since that first time. Maybe she should go, just to show him. Other people wanted her even if he didn't.
"Who else is going to be there?" she asked.
"Well, me and Patty," Gabby answered. "And Kerry, and Al O'Brian, and Chris."
All little kids-except Chris, Micaela thought. Probably she and Chris were being advertised as chaperones for the other four. Still, maybe she and Chris could get away for a little bit. Might be fun.
"What do you say?" Gabby asked anxiously.
Micaela had felt that lately her sisters had been excluding her from things. This was a chance to change that. "Okay," she agreed at last. "Sure, why not? Should be fun!"
"You bet!" Gabby said enthusiastically.
"What about food and stuff?" Micaela asked.
"There's a six-pack of beer in the refrigerator you can take," Mike told them. "Just make sure you keep it out of sight. And here's some money. Buy some sandwiches at the Deli on the way out."
"Wow, Daddy, super!" Gabby said.
"Is Chris driving?" Micaela asked. "Uh-uh, bicycles," Gabby answered. "That way we can really get off the beaten path."
"Be home before dark," Mike ordered as they headed for the door.
When Micaela saw Chris circling his ten-speed in the Deli parking lot, her heart did a flip-flop, and her pussy got all hot and damp. "Hi," she greeted him casually. Her eyes strayed to his crotch even though she tried not to let them.
"Hi Glad you could come," Chris said cheerily. "How come you've been avoiding me?"
"I haven't," Micaela lied. "I've just been-busy."
"Well, I'm glad you weren't busy today."
"I've got the sandwiches," Gabby called, darting out of the Deli.
"I've got drinks," Patty said, following close behind.
"Put the drinks in my basket," Kerry suggested. "I'll ride carefully so I don't shake 'em up."
"Let's go!" Al said impatiently as Gabby loaded the food into the saddlebags on his bike.
As they rolled out of town, they paired off, Patty with Al, Gabby with Kerry. Chris pedaled along beside Micaela. She felt all hot and squirmy as she rode along next to him. Their hands almost touched sometimes. She saw him glancing over at her loose tank top, admiring the thrust of her breasts.
"Nice day," he commented.
"Beautiful," she agreed. It was hot and sunny, a perfect day for a picnic. "Where're we going?"
"Kerry said he knows a real neat place. Said it isn't too far and that no one except him knows about it."
"Used to be an old mill there," Kerry called from the head of the procession.
He led them onto a dirt fire break, guided them past the cable guarding it. A half-mile later, he turned onto a narrow track. It had once been a road, but was now overgrown with brush and trees. Bushes whipped Micaela's bare thighs. She hoped none of it was poison ivy. They were going single-file now. The bumps and ruts were jarring her pussy as she plowed through the underbrush.
From ahead there was the sound of a waterfall. Suddenly, the narrow track opened onto a grassy meadow and a pond. Thick trees hung low over the grass, providing cool shade. The water sparkled in the sun.
"Wow!" Patty sighed with a reverence she never displayed in church.
"Here we are," Kerry announced unnecessarily.
In moments they had the picnic blanket spread, and the beer chilling in the water-what wasn't in their hands, that is.
They wolfed down the food.
The beer sent its bubbles through Micaela's body. For the first time in weeks she felt like she was relaxing. She leaned back against Chris. The water looked cool and inviting.
"Too bad you didn't tell us about the pond," Micaela said to Kerry. "We could have all brought bathing suits."
"Who needs bathing suits?" Patty piped up.
"Patty, I don't think ... " Micaela started.
"You going to be an old priss, 'Caela?" Patty asked.
"No, but ... "
"What's the matter, you afraid?" Chris asked. He was being kind, not cruel the way teenagers sometimes are.
"She's just a kid," 'Caela protested. "I'm responsible for her."
"She's not such a kid," Chris noted.
He was right. Patty was filling out rapidly.
"What do you say?" Chris asked. "Want to swim?"
"I-don't want to be first," Micaela told him softly.
"Last one in is a rotten egg," Patty challenged, getting to her feet and stripping off her shirt. She had managed to get out of the house without a bra. Her little breasts gleamed in the sun. The pink tips sat up eagerly.
Al was on his feet in a second. He shed his clothes with a speed that matched Patty's. Micaela gulped when she saw his cock. It was huge. Gabby and Kerry surged to their feet and undressed quickly-but not with Patty's frantic haste. The glances they were exchanging made Micaela's pulse race. She hadn't realized how pretty and graceful Gabby was until she was nude. Gabby and Kerry ran hand-in-hand to the pond Patty and Al were already splashing and frolicking.
"What do you say? Shall we?"
"Oh-kay," Micaela agreed. The word squeezed out of her throat. She couldn't be the only stuffy one in the bunch, after all.
She turned her back on Chris self-consciously, forgetting for the moment how they had spent that afternoon. Then he took her hand, and shivering with a turmoil of feelings, not the least of which was horniness, 'Caela walked toward the water. An electrical current seemed to be flowing between them as the grass whipped their ankles.
She was a little aggravated that Kerry and Al barely spared her a glance. She had twice the curves either of her sisters did!
The spring-fed pond was cold, and soon even Patty was eager to head for the sun-warmed blanket. A feeling of anticipation building in her gut, Micaela sat down and extended her legs. Sunlight sparkled on the drops of water caught in her auburn bush. Chris joined her, stretched out on his back, and rested his head on her thigh. He looked up at the full jut of her mature breasts. She saw his cock, shriveled from the cold water, beginning to raise its head. She felt a sudden chill at the sight, and then a warm river coursed through her body. If only they could get away from the others!
"Only a little girl, huh?" Chris asked, pointing at Patty.
Micaela looked, and gulped. A hot blush swept up her face, and was followed a split second later by a surge of horniness. Her head on Al's stomach, Patty was sucking his prick. Her tongue played a swirling tune over the massive knob of his big tool.
"Oh my God," Micaela whispered softly. She couldn't tear her eyes off the sight, no matter how hard she tried. Patty, little, sassy, budding Patty! The lips that had first had lipstick on them only a month ago were encircling a blood-engorged male member. Her jaw was wedged so wide, it has hard to judge her expression, but Micaela was pretty sure it was enjoyment.
Micaela felt her own crotch melting with excitement as she watched her little sister. 'Caela had never seen an X-rated movie. Until she had seduced her father, the closest she had gotten to hard sex was the afternoon with Chris.
Chris! Micaela wrenched her gaze off Patty's slurping, and looked at Chris. His phallus was a rigid tower, a jutting exclamation of male arousal. Micaela's guts boiled with desire at the sight.
But, what about Gabby? Micaela felt like her eyes were going to pop out of her head as she tore them away from Chris's cock. She located Gabby. She was with her dance partner. Lust was mingled with love here: they were lying side by side and staring into each other's eyes, as they fondled each other's sex. Gabby's slender hand was curled around Kerry's cock. Her thumb swept over the pink tip, spreading the shininess. Her thighs were parted, her dancer's legs gracefully angled. Kerry's finger was sliding gently and easily in and out of her cunny.
"Oh, Chris," Micaela moaned. Her fingers slid hesitantly over his smooth, strong chest, down his flat belly, crept into the thick forest at the base of his prick. She moved her fingers over that hot tower, and scalding lust stung her. She curled her fingers around his shaft, and recalled the last time she had felt that delicious hardness.
Chris shivered as she fingered his cock. He squirmed around to his side. His breath huffed on her soft tummy as he tried to reach her pussy with his mouth. Still fingering his pecker, Micaela rolled toward him. She watched his face nuzzle into her damp, auburn curls. The sudden touch of his lips and tongue wrenched a cry from her. She sank down on her back. The sun burned her face as Chris wormed his tongue into her twat.
Micaela tugged at the shaft in her hand. Her mouth was dry, her lips were parched. Her breasts were stinging from the incredible heat, though the heat was coming from inside her as well as out. Little wordless cries were wrung from her as Chris's teasing tongue ripped across her flaming clit.
Without really realizing she was doing it, she dragged Chris's cock to her lips. His drippings stung her sun-parched mouth, smearing her tongue with heavy essence. Then she was engulfing his swollen knob, tasting his hot meat. He plowed her cunt with his tongue, lapped up her copious flood.
Bucking in the sun, all pink and naked, Micaela sucked cock and let her pussy get eaten. She had a fleeting recollection of her mental vow to keep herself pure for her father. It was reduced to ashes by the flames in her gut The cinders were scattered by the winds of her lust.
Behind Chris, her two sisters were entangled with their own partners. Gabby lay on her back, her thighs split wide. Kerry was driving his cock into her cunt His shining shaft, glistening in the hard summer sun, split her, pumped into her hot pink depths. Her heels dug into the grass as she humped rhythmically in time with his steady pistoning. Her head was rolling from side to side.
Patty was on Al. His cock was still in her mouth and she had her nearly hairless pussy on his face. He was clutching her tight little ass as his tongue stroked along her seeping slit. She was getting half his monster dork into her mouth. Her cheeks caved in as she tried to suck the semen out of him. Her fingers played a mad tune on his testicles, then reached for his asshole. His hips bucked at the touch on his bung, and the head of his cock almost took the back of her head off.
Micaela was soaring toward a glittering star in the heavens. Chris's soft lips fastened on her clitoris and his tongue flicked against it like a blowtorch. Fountains of sparks bounced and danced through her insides. She whimpered around his cock, when it wasn't jamming her throat so tightly that she couldn't breathe. She wished she could swallow him.
She was going to cum. Her thighs opened and closed on Chris's head as he tormented her clit. Her guts knotted and writhed with lust as his skillful tongue sent her glands into high gear. Her nerves were blue-white fire. She sucked his dork, tried to trigger his thick, creamy eruption in her mouth. She recalled the way he had spurted and spouted, scalding her hands with his thick spermy goo. She wanted her mouth flooded with his essence.
His hips were thrusting and heaving in a primitive fucking motion, ramming his dick into her. His ass cheeks were clenching. She clutched them, steadied him, guided him, urged him on. Her nails bit into his tail as her orgasm erupted like the fireball of an atomic blast.
His cock rumbled like a subway tunnel with at* express train in it There was a sticky hot spattering at the back of her throat. Instantaneously, thick ooze smeared her tongue and teeth and palate, drenching her in rich scent. She had just managed to choke down the first wave of saliva and cum when the next spurt squirmed the length of his cock, and glutted her again. Then the jettings came in quick, hard globs. She was awash in a sea of cum, drowning in a whirlpool of semen, being bathed in gooey eruptions.
She swallowed, wallowing in the rich swamp of male jizm. She was glutted and exhausted. Her own cumming faded to an exquisite ache that forced her to dislodge Chris from her crotch. When he rolled to his back, his cock twisted and pulled out of her grasp, smearing her cheek with a chill stripe of spit and cum. She cuddled his big thigh.
She stared past his shrinking dick, and saw Patty. Her jaw and throat were working. Her fingers were clutching the pulsing, pumping tower of Al's cock. A thick, pearly drop of semen escaped her lips, oozed slowly down the bulky barrel of his cock and pooled* shining and shivering, in his bush.
Loud splashing made Micaela look toward the pond. Gabby and Kerry were thigh-deep in the water. They were splashing each other's groins as if dousing fires there.
A little later, refreshed by a dip in the icy mill pond, Micaela sat down with a beer. Everyone was sitting around companionably. They were all nude. She couldn't help studying the varied cocks and pussies. She felt a tingle of horniness as she stared. All the boys were half-hard. No one seemed to be trying not to look at all the bare crotches and tits.
"My sweet, innocent sisters," Micaela began wryly, "how long has this been going on?"
Patty giggled. "Months! But I'm still a virgin!"
"You got to be kidding," Chris snorted, and began stroking the inside of Micaela's thigh lovingly.
"Nope," Patty said proudly, sitting up straight. Her tits gleamed in the sun. "My cunt is, at least. Think I'll save it a while."
'Caela shook her head slowly.
"Been about six months for us," Gabby said quietly. She was holding Kerry's cock as casually as most people hold hands. His head was resting on her slender thigh. "We were rehearsing over at his place, and decided it would be easier and cooler if we were naked."
"Are you still a virgin, Micaela?" Al asked.
"No, she's not ... !" Patty started, then clapped her hand over her mouth.
Micaela gave her younger sister a hard look. "How do you know?"
"Just guessing," Patty answered vaguely and not very convincingly.
Gabby was staring at her beer. She looked guilty and a little scared.
"Go ahead, Patty. I'm not a virgin?" Micaela asked, very, very softly.
"I didn't say that," Patty stammered.
Micaela felt a slow, twisting stab of fear in her guts. "Yes, you did. And only two people in the whole world knew I wasn't," she went on softly. "I want to know how you found out. You weren't there the night it happened. You and Gabby were at the slumber party. What about you, Gabby? Did you know it, too?"
Gabby managed to meet Micaela's eyes, and nod tersely. "I knew."
"How?" Micaela whispered, oblivious of the three boys. "How did you know?"
"He told us," Gabby answered with amazing calm.
"He told you!"
"How else?" Gabby asked.
"How could he," Micaela moaned. "How could he?"
"Who is this mysterious 'he?' " Chris asked irritably, I never fucked you. So who the hell has?"
"We can't tell," Gabby said quickly.
"I'll bet I know," Al said. "Their father."
"Their father!" Kerry exclaimed, lifting his head off Cabby's thigh.
"Who else?" Al asked. "Micaela hasn't dated anyone but Chris in the last six months. And if he didn't do it, and I don't see why he'd lie about it, there isn't anyone else it could be."
Gabby's and Patty's expressions confirmed Al's guess.
"You and Patty," Micaela said softly, "have-have done it-with Daddy, too." A knife was turning slowly in her guts, tearing her apart.
"You don't have a monopoly on him," Gabby said softly. "I mean, he's our father, too. I guess all three of us saw that he was lonely and horny, and each of us did something about it, in our own way."
Micaela felt as if she was sliding down into a deep, black pit. She had been betrayed by her own sisters! And her own father had been unfaithful to her, not only with his secretary, but with Patty and Gabby, too!
"You've never fucked her, Chris?" Al asked.
"No!" Chris said angrily.
"We've done-hand jobs," Micaela answered, still a bit dazed. "And, today, I sucked him and he ate me. But, we've never fucked ... " Her voice trailed off.
"Don't you think it's about time?" Gabby said. "In fact, I think it's time we showed Micaela love's available from us, too."
"Micaela?" Chris asked, turning toward her. His jealousy had been replaced by something else.
"What?" she asked, still dazed.
His lips met hers, and suddenly a fresh wave of love and lust soared up through her. His tongue probed into her mouth, and a hand caught her breast. She curled her fingers around the jutting tower of his cock. They slid down and lay side by side on the blanket. The others gathered around them. She thought of Daddy having Joan, and Gabby, and Patty, and suddenly wanted vengeance. She eagerly welcomed Chris's carnal assault.
She'd show Daddy! She'd show them all! Rolling to her back, she spread her thighs. Chris nuzzled his cock into her twat She was too dry. She spit in the palm of her hand and smeared the head of his cock. Then his dork drilled into her, glutted her with its bulk. His pubis crashed down on hers, and her clitoris exploded.
For a moment, she clutched his head, holding his face back so she could stare into his eyes. Then her lips met his and their teeth clicked against each other as she tried to eat his lips and tongue. His cock pumped in her cunt, sending waves of pleasure roaring through her. She folded her legs up, far, far up, and felt the head of his dong drive blindly against the end of her tunnel. His hips pounded at her, rammed his shaft into her hard and fast.
Someone was holding her arms out, caressing her wrists and hands. It was a wonderful feeling, having more than one part of her body fondled and probed. It was something she had never felt before. She broke the kiss with Chris and turned her head, and ... Gabby was kissing her! Only, it wasn't a chaste, sisterly kiss. It was a blatantly erotic, tongue-dueling kiss that sent Micaela's lust soaring even higher.
Someone was fondling her tits, too, but she couldn't tell who it was. Chris was fucking her, and Gabby was kissing her, and someone was squeezing and teasing her tits! Then, still sliding his cock in and out of her raging twat, Chris lifted off her. And suddenly, Patty's skilled lips were sucking and chewing on Micaela's tits.
Micaela began to cum. She writhed and bucked as the five teenagers worked over her lush body. She was the center of a tangle of love and lust. She felt Chris's cock jump and spurt, felt his jizm fountain into her clutching, spasming pussy. She screwed her tongue deep into Gabby's mouth, thrust her tits up eagerly for Patty's suckling.
Then Chris was gone. Its spouting done, his cock dragged out of her. Micaela, empty and aching, writhed on the sun-drenched grass.
Suddenly, another cock drove into her hole, mashed deep into her puddled depths. Another pubic arch slammed down on her clit like the hammer of a gun. She was being fucked again! Her lust raged upward in a searing fireball.
It lasted seconds, it lasted hours, she had no way of telling-her time-sense had evaporated in the heat of her passion. The cock in her pumped and jerked, and a second load of semen joined the first in her spasming, numbed, lust-scorched cunt.
Then that cock was fading and retreating. Blindly, she clutched whoever it was. But his sweat-slippery skin slithered out of her grasp.
For a moment, there was no one, nothing. Then Kerry was looming over her, and she saw his eyes. There wasn't just lust there, but love, too. Her guts melted. "Please," she begged. "Please, fuck me?"
His cock nuzzled into her pussy. As he filled her with a steady thrust, lust lit up her face once again. She got fucked and fucked and fucked. She writhed and twisted under the pistoning assault. There were hands on her legs and thighs. They were fondling and pinching her, touching her ass, prying into her crack-in spite of Kerry's bulk on her and between her legs.
She kept on cumming! It was an unbelievable orgasm. It just rolled along like the floodwaters of a river, instead of crashing like an ocean wave that crests and is gone. Someone pinned her arms to the ground, and she looked up. Chris was upside down over her. Then he was kissing her as Kerry fucked her, as Gabby and Patty stroked and pinched and fondled her. Suddenly, a finger, or something, pushed against her bung, tried to gain entrance there.
Micaela suddenly wanted two cocks at once, one in her mouth and one in her cunt. But she was too dazed and battered to do more than moan. She felt something burning like fire against her tail. Maybe she could have three cocks!
The cock in her cunt began to spurt and jet. She was so flooded with jizm that the excess was streaming out of her, dribbling down her ass in a flaming river. Her cumming flared and flickered like an Aurora Borealis as orgasmic waves swept along her nerves, trying to flex muscles exhausted beyond response.
The cock in her faded at last, leaving her achingly empty. Little shivers wracked her. It looked like an epileptic seizure as she lay there in the hot sun. Her pussy felt pulped and exhausted by the pounding it had taken-but it also still had a vague hunger that made her writhe erotically.
"Somebody kiss it and make it well," she whimpered in a little-girl voice.
Someone knelt between her thighs. A soft, gentle mouth fastened on her cum-sodden twat. Lips and tongue bathed her pussy. She reached down, and stroked ... long blonde tresses. She lifted her head and looked, and moaned when she saw what she had thought was a boy was actually her sister Gabby.
Instead of horror or disgust, there was a flaring fireball of pleasure. Micaela moaned with passion as she felt her clit being tenderly tongued and sucked.
Then the mouth went away, and Micaela was left shuddering. Sorrow and fear ripped through her. The touch of lips and tongue on her cunt a second time sent a surge of happiness through her. It was all right. As long as she was loved, everything was all right. It just couldn't ever stop, this endless carnal carnival, this carousel of sex. She felt short hair this time, and didn't need to look to know it was Patty. The mouth on her cunt was as sassy and demanding with her flesh as it was with the English language.
Micaela laughed hysterically at the sky as Patty sucked on her clit-berry, then proceeded to lap up the flood of cum the three boys had left. While everyone else watched, Micaela heaved and bucked, letting her own baby sister eat her.
Then there was a shadow over her face. Micaela looked up and saw a hard cock hanging over her. Chris's cock. Reaching for it, she brought it to her lips and lapped at it, tasting dried jizm and fresh pre-cum. And Kerry and Al were there too. Their phalluses were once again inflated and distended-and all because of her!
As Gabby pumped Al's cock with her hand, he knelt beside Micaela so his prick head was over her face. Kerry was jacking himself off on her other side as she tongued and masturbated Chris's cock. Patty was still lapping away, as happy as a pig in a garbage dump.
Micaela's cumming reached a new level as she lay there surrounded by lust. The cock at her lips erupted, and hot jizm spilled over her chin. Something thick and warm spattered her face. More cum! Kerry was unloading over her, showering her with thick gobbets. Then Al's pecker jetted in Gabby's hand. Micaela opened her mouth, caught the cum of three boys on her tongue. The last spurtings showered her cheeks and eyelids, spattered into her hair, oozing down the side of her nose. At long last Patty slumped down, exhausted, pillowing her head on Micaela's thigh.
Then, everyone piled on top of her, and Micaela was at the bottom of a heap of naked, loving people. She was being pressed by breasts and pricks and cheeks and lips.
CHAPTER NINE
"And how, pray tell, are your three darling daughters?" Joan asked. She was backing him into a corner* giving him tantalizing glimpses of her lush breasts. Her fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked, giving up on trying not to look at the part of her breasts revealed by her open blouse.
"Of course," she purred, looking up impishly.
"You're likely to succeed," he noted. He hands found her waist and pulled her against his cock.
"Well, I should certainly hope so," she said, rolling her pussy against his hard-on.
His hands slid up her silk blouse, fondling the warm masses of her breasts through the slippery fabric.
Her lips parted, her tongue tip flicking her upper lip.
"And how is your husband?" Mike asked, his thumbs pressing her soft flesh from the center toward the outside. He increased the gap of her blouse so it showed more of her satin skin, more of her lush globes, though not her nipples, yet.
Her fingers touched his pecker through his pants, teased it, made his belly harden with desire. "He asked me to invite you over," she said softly. "Soon!"
"I've got a better idea," Mike responded, still fondling her breasts through her blouse. He was fascinated by how erotic it was to be feeling them without actually touching skin. "How about the two of you coming to my place this Saturday?"
"To do what?" she asked, looking down at the bulge in his pants. She ran a fingernail provocatively up the underside of the jutting ridge of his phallus.
"The kids want to have a party," Mike answered. "And they need a chaperone."
"Oh, shit," Joan snorted.
"But you see," Mike went on, "they'll be in the rec room in the basement. And we'll be upstairs." He spread her blouse open, exposed more of her pale jugs.
"Oh ho!"
He traced a curve on her hot skin with a fingertip. He was tantalizing himself by keeping her nipples concealed.
"Do I have any appointments in the next half-hour or so?" he asked hotly.
"We've got an hour-and-a-half," she told him, "If you think you can last that long."
"It'll be fun trying!" He unfastened the next button on her blouse. There was now only one to go above the waist of her skirt.
"So, the kids will be downstairs, and we'll be upstairs," Joan said.
"And we know what they'll be doing," Mike went on.
"Of course," Joan agreed. "We're chaperoning them so they won't do it."
"And, while they're doing it downstairs, we'll be doing it upstairs." Without unbuttoning any more buttons, he pressed the blouse back over Joan's shoulders, making the vee spread wider and wider at the top. It curved in and down in the center, indenting her breast flesh. He left it that way, with her nipples still hidden, and stroked his hands down the sides of her neck and out the smooth curves of her shoulders.
"I don't suppose," Joan said softly, "that we mi once in a while, very carefully, look in on them, to make sure they aren't getting into any trouble?"
"Well, after all, isn't that one of the responsibilities of a chaperone?" he asked, carefully easing her blouse down a tiny bit at a time until he saw miniscule slivers of nipples.
"Of course," she agreed, unbuckling his belt without looking down.
"And, naturally, we wouldn't want to disturb them, so we'll have to do it very stealthily," he concluded, cupping the outsides of her breasts. He pressed up and in, watched as they bulged out of her blouse, slowly sliding farther and farther into view. Then they were there, in his grasp, exposed, lifted and supported by the half-unfastened blouse.
"Such a considerate, concerned father," Joan murmured as she bared his cock and wrapped her hand around it.
"But of course!"
"Are you still fucking the little charmers?" Joan asked.
"I beg your pardon, but I have never fucked Patty," he corrected her.
"Oh, really?" Joan asked skeptically.
"Certainly not! She's a virgin."
"Huh?" Joan sounded as if she almost believed him.
"Of course, she sucks like a vacuum cleaner. And, she likes it up the ass."
"Oh, ho ho!" Joan chortled, giving his cock a squeeze. "And just why, may I ask, are we-uh-chaperoning the little wantons, if we know they're going to do it anyway?"
"Mostly for appearance's sake," Mike replied, still toying with her soft breasts. "The parents of the boys involved are more conventional about these things than I am. Also, there's always the danger of crashers if word of the gathering slips out."
"Speaking of slipping out," Joan murmured, "aren't your clothes getting a little uncomfortable?"
"Very," he admitted. "I'd say that about you, but you aren't wearing enough for them to be uncomfortable."
"I really wish we could run this office in the nude," Joan said as she helped him out of his pants. His cock jutted out from his groin like a flagpole.
"Might unsettle a few clients," Mike answered. "And we have few enough as it is."
"Ah, but think of the new ones it might attract!** Joan was down to the buff already-of course all she needed to do was step out of her skirt and shed her blouse and toe off her shoes.
Mike loved the feel of her naked skin against his. Finally his lust got the better of his restraint, and he bent her forwards over the desk. The brown-haired lips of her pussy pouted out below her butt.
"Make sure you get the right hole," Joan growled as her breasts squashed flat on the desk top. Her tail shone in the harsh light. He stroked her gleaming globes as he prepared to part her thighs with his jutting dork. Teasingly, he let his cockhead touch her bung.
"Not there," she whispered hoarsely. "God, how I love it! But not there without some grease."
"Sorry, fresh out of it," Mike said, moving his dick down. He buried it in her swampy twat. She moaned as he thrust into her. He felt her hot tissues enfold his pecker. His balls tightened up against his groin.
He stroked his cock in her clinging twat, and thought about the coming party. When the girls had returned from the picnic Micaela had been completely changed. She had been languid and fulfilled and content. He didn't know what had happened, but obviously, Gabby's plan had worked.
The thought of seeing his daughters get fucked made his nuts steam. And, it would be combined with a night with Joan and John ... It was going to be one hell of an evening.
He pistoned in his secretary's searing hole and fingered her tail. As he watched his cock slide into her hot depths, his finger touched her anus. She moaned softly. Slowly, he pressed into her bung, watched his finger dilate the tight ring. He recalled how it felt to be one of two cocks in her, and his nuts let off a spurt of steam that was almost a cumming.
As he stroked his dong in her hot, clinging tunnel, his guts gathered themselves for the final pumping eruption. She was gasping, pressing her cheek to the desk as she took his cock. Her mouth gaped, like a fish's. Or, as if she was sucking cock.
Three cocks? Christ, what about three cocks, Mike thought as he plunged his meat into her clutching tunnel. One up her rear, one in her cunt, and one in her mouth. What a sight that would be. But where could they find a third man? He discarded that concern in favor of just savoring the feel of her twat around his phallus as he tried to visualize a triple penetration.
"Awww, God, I'm cumming," Joan moaned.
He twisted his finger in her ass, rubbed his cock through her membranes. He imagined a prick jetting thick pearly jizm into her mouth, and his balls erupted in a live-steam blast of cum. He leaned over her back. His groin pulsed and burned as he filled her pussy with goo, and dreamed of her drowning in a three-way cumming.
* * *
"Daddy's going to chaperone us?" Micaela asked in disbelief.
"That's what he said," Gabby answered.
"Well, shit," Patty snorted.
"Language," Micaela corrected. "Though I agree with the sentiment."
"But wait a minute," Gabby said. "I mean, consider who he's going to have with him."
"Who?" Micaela and Patty chorused.
"His secretary," Gabby answered. "And her husband."
"So?" Patty asked.
"You mean, you think they'll be into some heavy action upstairs, and won't bother us?" Micaela mused.
"Natch," Gabby said. "And, if things get a little dull downstairs, we can always go up and see what they're doing."
Micaela thought of watching her father screw another woman, and felt her pussy begin to steam. She shifted restlessly on the couch. She remembered how watching had made her blood boil that day at the mill pond. She thought of seeing her father's cock plunge into a mature twat, and her cunt seeped sticky juices, wetting her panties.
Evidently, her sisters were having similar thoughts. Patty was slouched lewdly in the easy chair. Her legs were thrown over the arms so her crotch was spread wide. Her hand was languidly stroking her pussy through her shorts. Gabby was sitting on one of the high counter stools. Her legs were parted, too. Her fingers were inside her pants, probing her crotch.
Micaela moved a little, letting her hand stray to her twat. She had been horny continually ever since the gang-bang on the grass. She wondered if she would ever get that much cock at one time again. It hadn't been just cock, either-her sisters had eaten her, too. God, the way their tongues had tormented her clit had been unbelievable. Then all that cum showering down on her: thick and hot and sticky.
Micaela surged to her feet. Patty saw her coming. There was welcome in her lust-filled eyes. Micaela knelt, and drew Patty's shorts down, baring the girl's nearly hairless pussy, Patty kicked out of her pants, spread her legs wide again, and smiled eagerly.
Micaela's mouth and pussy watered as she studied the pale, plump lips in front of her. Leaning forward, she fingered the soft flesh, feeling the heat and humidity of Patty's excitement. As Micaela leaned toward that tender slit, she smelled Patty's arousal.
Micaela parted the lips, revealing her sister's pink inner folds. The ruffled lips came to a point high in her slit, hiding the pale button of her clitoris. Below that, like a dimple, was her pisser. And last, except for her bung, was the partially closed gate of her vagina.
Micaela leaned forward and nuzzled her mouth against Patty's pussy, tasting her slick, slippery folds. Micaela's tongue probed the tight tunnel as she squirmed her nose against the clit.
Patty clutched Micaela's head and began whimpering with passion. Micaela's sex flames flared higher as she built her sister's up. Micaela sucked up Patty's warm juices, scooping up waves of them with her tongue.
"My clit," Patty wailed. "My clit."
Micaela found it, and fastened on it like a hungry leech. Patty began to thrash as Micaela sucked on the nerve button. The unexpected touch of warm hands on her waist made Micaela almost bite Patty's pearl. Patty lurched in reaction. Micaela squirmed as her pants were dragged down, her lush ass bared. She wondered what Gabby had planned.
Gabby dragged Micaela's pants off her so she was naked from the waist down. Micaela kept sucking on Patty's clit. Then there was a hot breath against Micaela's bung. She whimpered into the smothering folds of Patty's twat. Something hot and soft and squirmy touched Micaela's asshole, and she felt her sphincter wink in reaction.
There was a slow, hot, burning invasion of her butt. She kept on slurping on Patty's nipple like clit. Patty's fingers were pulling on Micaela's hair, trying to jam her head up her crotch. Micaela felt Gabby's cheeks pressing her butt as Gabby tongue-wormed her shitter.
Then Gabby slid a finger up into Micaela's cunt, and Micaela thought she was going to die. It wasn't a cock, but it was livelier, wrigglier, more skilled at stimulation. As she sucked on Patty, bringing the young girl to a flapping orgasm, Micaela felt her own cumming raging closer and closer.
Patty released her convulsive grasp on Micaela's head. Without even thinking about it, Micaela turned toward Gabby. Gabby, slender as a sprite, was nude* Gabby pulled her tongue from Micaela's asshole and twisted onto her back so Micaela was head-to-crotch with her. As Gabby's mouth nuzzled into Micaela's hairy twat, Micaela stroked her tongue into Gabby's slit. For a long time Micaela tongue-fucked Gabby, tasting the creamy waves of her juices. Then Micaela pressed her cunt down on Gabby's willing mouth, and felt Gabby's tongue wiggle deep into her vagina.
Then Micaela saw Gabby's asshole, right there, right in front of her nose. Her lust got the better of her inhibitions. She had to taste that pucker. Reaching forward, she stroked her tongue over the sphincter, felt it spasm reflexively. She wiggled the tip of her tongue at the opening. Gabby loosened the gate for her.
Her guts rolling with vile ecstasy, Micaela twisted her tongue slowly into her sister's butt, wormed and wiggled, pried the tight ring open, reaching for the dark depths.
She began to cum. She drove her tongue still farther into Gabby's rear. As Micaela ground her jaw against the hairy pussy in front of her, she felt Gabby buck against the pressure. Gabby's fingers dug into Micaela's buttocks, and Gabby's cunt fountained over Micaela's chin as Micaela reamed Gabby's bung with her tongue.
Then Patty landed on Micaela's back, and the three of them tumbled to the floor in a naked tangle.
* * *
Joan was lying on her back on the sofa, squirming languidly as Mike pumped his cock in her. It was a slow lazy fuck.
"What time should John and I show up?" she purred. She loved the feel of dick boring into her.
"Come in time for a barbecue," Mike answered. "About four in the afternoon."
"Sounds great. Ooooh, that feels good."
"Glad you like it. But I can't last much longer."
"You men," Joan grunted. "No stamina. There should be three men to every woman. That's the only way we'd get enough cock."
"Personally, I'd like three women to every man," Mike retorted, driving his cock into her again.
"Well, with three pubescent daughters, I guess you know what you're talking about. Though I'm damned if I can see how you can keep all three of them happy at once."
"I haven't tried yet." The idea made his cum bubble eagerly.
"Ah! What did you just think about?" Joan asked.
"My three daughters."
"I'm anxious to meet the little sluts," Joan said hotly. "I want to see why they have that effect on you."
Mike thought of Patty and Gabby and 'Caela, and his cumming drew closer. "Just wait 'til Saturday," he granted. "Ah, Jesus! Here it comes!"
"Yeah" Joan cheered as she felt his cock twitch and begin to pump semen into her. She clawed at his back and humped under him as her orgasm, a flaming cascade of pleasure roared over her. "Hurry, up, Saturday," she moaned.
CHAPTER TEN
Patty prowled restlessly around the basement rec room, her feet slapping the cold tiles. "So when does the party start?" she asked for the eighth time. "Gee whiz! We've been down here fifteen minutes and ain't done nothing."
"Haven't done anything," Micaela corrected over the sound of the record player. "Patty, we've got to wait until things get started upstairs. Then we'll sneak up and take a peek, see what they're doing. Should be good for a real turn-on."
"Phooey, what do you know about turn-ons, Miss Virgin of Seventy-seven," Patty snorted.
Gabby looked away from Kerry, but didn't take her hand from the lump in his lap. "Ex-Miss Virgin. She got more cock in one afternoon than you have in your whole life."
"I could have done it," Patty pouted. "If you'd given me a chance."
"You're still Miss Virgin, if I remember rightly," Micaela pointed out.
"Only technically," Patty said.
"Yeah, well, I'd sure like to change that technicality," Al drawled. "And if you'll sit down, I'll do it right now.
"What's it been? Twenty minutes?" Micaela answered.
"Twenty-five now," Kerry said.
"I think we should wait half an hour," Micaela said dubiously,
"Oh, come on," Patty griped. 'What's with a lousy five fucking minutes already?"
"Mind your language," Micaela snapped. "I guess if d be okay now. But we've got to be very, very quiet, remember?"
"Outside or inside stairs?" Gabby asked, finally releasing Kerry's hard-on. It held his pants up in a tent.
"Outside," Micaela answered. "We'll sneak around to the back of the house and peek in the bedroom window. If they aren't there, we sneak in the kitchen and eyeball the living room from the dining room."
"Come on, come on," Patty said impatiently.
"Take it easy, will you?" Gabby snapped as Patty pushed her.
"Hey, wait a minute, guys," Al interrupted. "Let's get undressed."
"Now?" Patty asked. "Why?"
"Someone might see us," Micaela argued.
"Shoot, it's nearly dark out," Al said. "It'll be kickier that way. Remember how we played naked tag at the pool, Patty?"
"Yeah," Patty answered, then giggled. "Let's do it!"
"Well, okay," Micaela agreed. As she thought about. It she got all hot and shuddery. The cellar door was well screened, but there was always a chance they might be spotted!
There was a mad shuffle and a blizzard of flying clothes as everyone stripped quickly.
A tangle of naked arms and legs and bodies, the six of them wedged their way up the narrow cellar stairs. Chris had to push past from the back of the pack to open the heavy door. He eased it out, letting in a cool rush of evening air. Salmon-pink wisps of cloud highlighted the deep blue sky. The stairway opened in a shrubbery-shielded nook on the side of the house. From there they slipped along toward the back yard.
Pressing close to the side of the house, Micaela led the way. It was possible, she realized, that Daddy and the Petersons were still in the back yard, but she didn't think it was likely. As soon as everyone was done eating, Daddy had urged the young people to head for the rec room. Micaela was sure he had been anxious to get down to serious business with the Petersons.
She paused at the corner of the house, and everyone bunched up behind her. She peered through the thick branches of the hemlock tree, but couldn't see anything. She edged around the bulky, prickly evergreen.
And met her father coming the other way. The suddenness of his appearance made her squeak with terror. Chris thumped into her, and the others piled up against him. Her father grunted. He was as naked as she was. His cock was a swaying beam of horniness.
"Daddy!" Micaela exclaimed.
"What's happening?" Patty whispered anxiously.
"Step on something?" Joan called from behind Mike.
"Yeah," Mike answered wryly. "My daughter's foot."
"What?" Joan asked, pushing forward. He stopped dead when he saw Micaela, Chris, and the others.
"Holy shit!" Patty yelped.
"Uh, hi there," Micaela stammered awkwardly, wondering if she should cover her tits and her pussy with her hands.
"And just where were you headed?" Mike demanded, taking the offensive.
"Uh-out?" Micaela said hesitantly.
"Oh, Mike, cut out the forbidding father routine, will you?" Joan said, laughing.
"Where were you sneaking to, Daddy?" Gabby asked.
Mike tried to frown, but couldn't. Then he began to roar. Joan and John joined in as he took Micaela in his arms. Suddenly, Micaela began to giggle.
"What's happening?" Patty wailed.
Gabby was the first one able to control her laughter enough to clue Patty in. "They were sneaking around to spy in the basement windows!"
"Oh, don't be ridiculous," Al told her, still chuckling. "We were going to do the same thing, after all."
Patty thought for a second, then began to laugh, just as the others stopped. Which got them all going again.
Finally, Mike beckoned to them all to follow him into the house. After raiding the refrigerator, he led the way to the basement.
Micaela was between her father and Chris on the couch. The others were sprawled all over. The rec room was carpeted with naked bodies. Micaela studied John Peterson and his lushly built wife. Micaela felt a twinge of jealousy when she saw the other woman's generous breasts and slender body.
"Well, John, what do you think of my family?" Mike asked.
"Lovely," John answered, running his eyes over Micaela. She squirmed with pleasure.
"The men are lovely, too," Joan said, licking her lips. "Never seen such a fantastic bunch of bananas in my life!"
"They taste good, too," Patty piped up, and promptly rolled over and took Al's big dick into her mouth.
Micaela felt all hot and funny. She reached over and curled her hand around Chris's pecker, then reached the other way and grabbed her father's. "Well, who's going to be first?" she asked, her voice soft and bubbly.
Mike looked over at Chris. "Confident, isn't she?"
"Can you blame her?" Chris asked.
Their hands reached for her breasts. Micaela leaned back as flames surged through her. They lifted and fondled her heavy jugs, struck sparks from her aching nipples. Her eyes slitted, she watched Joan Peterson and her husband begin a deep soul kiss. As they kissed, their hands probed each other's sexes. Joan was gorgeous. Micaela hoped she'd have a chance to see her father plumb Joan's fur-fringed depths with his cock.
"Why don't we flip for her?" Mike suggested.
"Flip what?" Chris asked.
"Why her, of course," Mike chuckled. "You want heads or tails?"
"I'm always ready for a little head!"
"I'll take tail," Mike replied.
In a second, Micaela was face down over their laps. Her head was just above Chris's jutting hard-on. Her mouth watered and her innards knotted. She slurped on his thrusting phallus, and instantaneously tasted a hot seeping.
For a moment, her father stroked the sleek globes of her butt with his calloused hands. Then he probed into the crack of her tail. She wriggled, pushing her bottom higher.
Instead of touching her pussy as she had expected, his finger pushed against her asshole, sending delicious, searing fire through her. She moaned and spat out Chris's dork for a moment, let its sticky length rest against her cheek. She fought to release the lock on her tail. The minute she succeeded, she felt her father's finger penetrate her bung.
She recaptured Chris's cock, and sucked on it, harder. Then she rested her arms on his thighs and lower belly, and braced herself up. She angled his prick so he could see her devour it. The finger in her tail twisted deeper, and her winkie went into wild spasms, letting the invader dig inwards with slow jerks.
"Back door," Mike granted to Chris. "Nice and tight."
Micaela's lust roared higher as she heard them discussing her as if she wasn't there. She began humping and squirming. She felt her father's towering erection against her belly. She shifted, and his cockhead painted her skin with crystal juices. She arched, and his cock slithered into her wiry auburn bush, probing her ravenous slit. It was the wrong angle for her to get his cock into her vagina. But she did manage to make the head jam against her clit.
"How about two fingers?" Mike asked.
"Yes," Micaela whispered, releasing Chris's cock for a moment. "Two fingers!"
She felt a second finger pry into her tail. The tight, rubbery ring stretched even more. The gnawing itch ate its way deeper into her innards.
"Look at Patty," Chris groaned. Micaela shifted her head so she could watch as she swirled her tongue around the tip of Chris's dork. Patty was kneeling. She had her head on the sofa beside them. Al was behind her. His cock was a towering link between his groin and her tender tail.
"He's too big," Mike groaned fearfully.
"No he's not," Patty moaned. "Oh, God, that feels great. Shove it in, Al, shove it in!"
Al shoved and his piston slowly disappeared into her backside.
"I'm still a virgin," Patty moaned.
"I'll bet you won't be at the end of the evening," Al snorted.
Micaela left Patty to her own concerns, and concentrated on the cock in her mouth, and the fingers up her tail. She sucked her head down on Chris's prick until the end jammed against the back of her mouth. If there hadn't been the raging pleasure from the fingers in her butt, she would have gagged.
Then her father began easing his fingers in and out of her bum, in a twisting, squirming, fucking motion. Micaela whimpered around the cock in her jaw. She was still a virgin back there. She prayed her father would get that cherry, too.
His cock was jabbing her clit blindly. Her lust flared with every blow. She scrubbed her tongue along Chris's cock.
"Aww, shit, I'm cumming," Chris groaned.
Micaela braced herself, and collected the first sweet" spurt of his jizm on her tongue. She smeared it around the inside of her mouth, savoring the flavor of it. She let the thick goo pool in her mouth until she had a vast, hot puddle of blood-warm semen. Then she swallowed. A drop escaped her lips, oozing down Chris's prick, and over her fingers.
"She's swallowing it," Chris moaned, and Micaela felt the fingers in her ass cramp in reaction.
Patty looked like she was unconscious. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth gaped loosely. Al was still buggering her with his titanic shaft. At the sound of Chris's words, her eyes flickered open and she watched Micaela swallow the last of Chris's jettings.
Micaela felt a cramping knot of horniness and frustration as she gulped down Chris's juices. She had been thinking of gathering a bouquet of cocks so she could stuff all her openings-and now one of them had been defused.
"Don't worry," Mike chortled as if he had read her mind. "He's young. He'll be ready for more in a minute."
"That's sooner than I will be," Patty moaned as Al's dork erupted in her butt, hosing her tail with thick goo.
"You all right?" Mike asked.
"I'm fine," Patty answered hoarsely. "I'm cumming, Now shut up so I can enjoy it."
Patty's slender fifteen-year-old body writhed in the grip of the anally induced orgasm. Chris's cock had gone limp, as if Micaela had sucked the stuffing's right out of it. She lay her cheek on his belly and tongued his prick lazily as she watched Patty getting corn holed by Al's titanic cock. She could still feel her father's hard dick against her belly. His fingers were still making her tail burn, although her bung was loose because of the prolonged stimulation.
"Out," Patty moaned. "Please! OUT!"
With a grant, Al backed out. His shitty cock slid into view. Still as stiff and horny as ever, it was flecked with the soiled cream of his cumming.
Suddenly, Micaela wanted to suck his fouled tool! Her belly convulsed in disgust at the thought, and her guts clenched in revolt.
"I gotta go to the John," Patty moaned, hauling herself to her feet. The crack of her ass was bright red.
"Oh, Daddy, do me," Micaela moaned as she watched Patty's retreating butt "Don't worry, Hon, we'll do you," he assured her.
"More than one of you?" she asked.
"How many do you want?"
"Lots," she groaned. "As many as possible. Three? Four?"
"Suck Chris back to life, Hon," Mike said. His cock tightened against her tummy in reaction to her naked desire.
Micaela licked Chris's corker. It was already half hard again. She fingered his slippery balls, tickling them back to life as his pecker swelled and thrust into her mouth. Behind his nuts^ she found his bung, and a ridge between his asshole and balls. A touch there, and his cock got harder and bigger.
"Lie on your back, Chris," Mike told the boy when he was stiff and ready again. "You're going to get a trip you won't believe."
"Oh, Daddy," Micaela moaned as his fingers left her shitter.
"Hang in there, Hon," he told her. "And move up on Chris."
Micaela squirmed forward on top of Chris. His hard, spit-and-cum-slick prick slid down her, striping her flesh with goo. It plowed her furrow as she humped her cunt past it. Then she squirmed, trying to get the shaft into her ravenous, dripping cunt. It missed the mark.
So, Mike reached down and guided the head of Chris's dork to her hole. She drove herself down on it.
Awww, it felt so fucking GOOD! Her cunt was being slowly stuffed by hot meat. With a soft sigh of pleasure, she squirmed in the saddle. She was glad she had gotten his first load in her mouth. Because now, he would last longer than he would have otherwise.
The couch shifted and shuddered, and she felt her father behind her. His prick touched her butt. She flinched in anticipation. She lifted her ass a little, and felt Chris's cock shift in her cunt. She begged with her butt as her father hesitated.
"Need some grease," he grunted, dismayed.
"Here," Al said, handing up a tube of ointment.
Micaela's interest in his shrunken prick rekindled. It was still crusty and soiled. She couldn't, she thought. Her insides twisted with disgust. She knew she was going to do it.
Fingers probed her butt again, and she felt something oily and cool against her winkie. Then Mike's fingers touched her asshole. He slowly smeared the grease around her puckery gate, and then inside. Stretching and twisting her shatter, he oiled her tube for an inch or so.
There was an aching, agonizing pause as he oiled his dick. Then his cock pried between her ass cheeks, and she relaxed. Her hand reached out blindly, grabbed Al's dirty dick, dragging him to his knees by the edge of the couch. She sniffed his pecker, smelled the gut-knotting mingling of scents on his meat. Then, she licked her lips as her mouth flooded with spit.
The pressure against her tail grew. She relaxed her asshole, and felt her gate push in. It was like he was driving a baseball bat up her rear! He was stretching and twisting and thrusting at her little tail hole, driving it open with the conical head of his dork. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the salty gunk on Al's pecker. Her lips opened, and she engulfed his half-distended cock. Her stomach writhed in disgust at the vile act.
"Sonovabitch," Chris moaned. "I can feel you going in!"
"Just you wait, Buster, just you wait," Mike groaned as he powered his cock into his daughter's tight rear-end. Mike was remembering how it had felt, that mad double-barreled dorking with Joan and John. Only this time, he was in the rear gate, which was tighter and more stimulating than the front one.
Micaela wondered if she was going to be torn in two from the crotch upwards. She felt the wall separating cunt and ass being pinched paper-thin between the two monster invaders. She sucked more of Al's swelling cock into her mouth. She wanted cock and cock and more cock: in her mouth, in her cunt, in her ass. She was a slutty whore who was a punchboard for men. And she loved it, loved it, loved it. She swallowed the first of Al's seepings.
Her father's dong drove in farther and farther. A mammoth piston was jamming her velvet tunnel, a hot steel bar was through her tight gate. Chris, under her, wasn't moving, except for an occasional funny shudder.
"More," Micaela groaned as she felt her father's cock slide up into her rear. "More!" Her words were mumbled around the stuffing mass of Al's pecker.
Patty came back and gasped. When she saw that Al's cock was in Micaela's mouth, she dropped the wet washrag she had brought with her. She reached for her naked pussy, and fingering herself, settled down to watch.
Micaela's eyes flickered open. All she could see was Al's gut. It didn't really matter, she was so far gone she couldn't focus on anything anyway.
Then her father's hips mashed her ass and his balls hit the cock in her cunt. It trembled, and she thought it was going to explode.
"Sonovabitch," Chris groaned.
"Try fucking her," Mike whispered.
Chris eased his cock out of Micaela's cunt. Her lust raged higher as he stroked her tormented tissues. The barrier separating cock from cock was twisted and dragged. She whined around Al's phallus.
She didn't realize it, but everyone in the room was watching her.
Chris drove back in. Then Mike dragged his cock out of her tail, and Micaela's insides were ravaged by another fireball. She wasn't going to be able to take much more.
Chris pulled out of her cunt, and her hips heaved in a feeble fucking motion. Then, just as Chris rammed back into her, her father yanked his dong almost out of her rear. She felt like she was being rolled into a tiny ball and tossed in the air. Her father buggered his way back into her tortured tail, and Chris drew out of her cunt. She drove her head forward and tried to swallow Al's dork.
Everything faded, became a glittering haze of pleasure as the three cocks pushed into her. Her hands reached blindly, touched someone, curled around another stiff tool. She didn't even look to see whose it was, and began pumping her fist on it.
"Jesus, I wish I'd thought of that," Joan granted as she watched. Micaela had three cocks in her, and was pumping her fist on a fourth.
Micaela was oblivious to everything. All that existed was cock. She wasn't even sure how many she had. She felt as if she was one mammoth male organ. Then Chris and her father and Al all pulled out at the same time, and she was empty, except for the heads of their dongs. Then they pushed back into her, and she thought she was going to die from the sudden glutting of her channels.
She was cumming. She swirled away on a crimson, lightning-shot cloud of lust as the thunderous orgasm raged through her. The cock in her ass began to jump. The semen jetting into her was like gasoline on a raging fire. The cock in her cunt felt the spurtings through her partition, and suddenly she was being hosed by two dicks. Then Al rammed his cock down her throat. She choked on his spurtings and fountainings, as her hand was spattered by another man's jizm. She sailed away on a raging flood of cum, a tiny chip in a maelstrom of male lust. She felt her father lie forward on top of her. He cuddled her tenderly as his prick emptied itself in her butt. Then everything went dark.
She roused a few moments later. Her tail hole pinched shut, drove out her father's flaccid, exhausted prick. He got off her, and she was suddenly the center of his sisters' attention.
"You okay?" Gabby asked as she wiped the sweat off Micaela's forehead.
"I need something to wash my mouth out with," Micaela said weakly.
"Have some beer," Patty offered.
"Dammit, I got left out," Kerry complained.
He was instantly engulfed in females. Each one tried to get his cock. Joan won, and immediately drove herself down on it. Patty sat on his face, smothering him with her tender twat. Gabby shoved his hand into her pussy.
Micaela was on her back with her legs over her father's lap and her head on Chris's thigh. He was fondling one of her tits absently. Her father was stroking her thigh.
She thought of the years ahead, and slipped off into a hazy, erotic dream.
