June was definitely busting out all over. The air was wonderfully warm, the sky a bright clear blue with no clouds in sight and flowers abounded everywhere. Considering this was the small town of Galen, not too far from Denver, in the state of Colorado, this was a big event. Colorado was, after all, one of the states that always felt the full effect of winter, and was always one of the last to shake off its seemingly lasting cold. Not that the people of Colorado complained. For the most part they loved their Colorado winters and wouldn't exchange them for anything sunny California had to offer. Still, it was nice to have four good summer months, starting with June.
It was warm enough to consider swimming, and that was precisely what Donna Sander and her friend, Roz Brighton, decided they were going to do. They had gotten up early that Friday morning and had each had an early breakfast. They lived next door to one another in the suburban part of Galen, each living in a ranch house on a street of ranch houses in a community of ranch houses. There was a third of an acre surrounding each house, and the only way to tell one house from the others was either from the color of the shutters, or the quantity of TV antennae on each roof. The stucco exterior of each house was a brilliant white, and all the houses had white-slated roofs. Perhaps the only other way to distinguish one house from another was by the different colors of the flowers growing around each of them.
The Brighton house had lots of lilacs, violets, cow bells, and flowers that were either purple of bluish in color. The Sander house, on the other hand, had roses, geraniums, and a multitude of other flowers that were reddish in color.
At precisely seven-thirty, Roz Brighton came out of her house via the back door and crossed over into Donna's yard. Roz was five-feet-nine inches tall, with long brown hair that she braided in order to keep from tangling while swimming. She had carefully plucked eyebrows above wide, brown, calf like eyes. Her nose was small and straight, and she had a full, heart shaped mouth. Her skin had a natural tan to it that only became darker with the onset of summer. At the moment she was wearing a tight brown bikini which accented her figure quite clearly. Her breasts were huge and soft, and she had to work hard to keep the eighteen-year-old muscles from loosening. Roz was well aware that in ten years her breasts would start to sag no matter what she did. They were too large and too heavy to remain so prominently upstanding. But at the moment they were two fantastic cannon shells, barely restrained by the brown bikini top, which did nothing to hide the large taut nipples at their tips. Her waist was very narrow, probably, as her father had often quipped, because it hadn't had a fair chance to develop. After all, with a shade umbrella like her breasts covering it, what chance did that waistline ever have of seeing the sun. Her hips, on the other hand, were nice and round, accentuating the swell of her perfect ovoid buttocks, which jiggled enticingly as she walked.
Watching her cross over to the Sander yard was Paul Brighton, Roz's forty-year-old father. Paul was the same size as his daughter, but where Roz was tall for a girl, Paul was only average-sized for a man. He was also a somewhat chunky, which made him look even shorter than he was. He had curly dark-brown hair, broad shoulders presently covered by a blue suit, a broad chest over which he wore his usual white shirt, a somewhat thick waist, no hips, and powerful thighs and legs. He had a small forehead, a short nose, and almost no lips which created a somewhat simian appearance. It was this gorilla like masculinity that had attracted Roz's mother to him some twenty years earlier. Lyn Brighton would be the first to testify that her husband was most definitely all man.
In the twenty years of his marriage, Paul Brighton had been a very faithful husband, basically because he'd had little opportunity to stray.
What chances he did have weren't worth the risks. As a result, he slept easily at night, if somewhat complacently bored. However, Paul Brighton had become disturbed of late, and he knew it was more than the seven-year-itch multiplied by three coming on.
He realized he felt the flush of youthful arousal he had felt more than twenty years before when he had met his wife. He hadn't expected to feel such sensations again. After all, he was a grown man, mature, and supposedly no longer vulnerable to such feelings. Yet he was a realist, and he had to acknowledge that he did indeed feel such sensations. The only problem was, he felt them for his own daughter. Naturally he had no intention of letting anyone know of such feelings, least of all Roz. But they were there. No denying it.
What was more, though Paul Brighton was totally unaware of it, his daughter, eighteen years of age, and in the flush of youth, still a virgin, had a similar inclination toward her own father though she, like her father, would never have admitted it aloud.
Roz wasn't the only virginal eighteen-year-old who had an Electra complex. Her best friend, Donna, had the same feelings toward her own father. Donna was five inches shorter than Roz, with dark-blonde hair that she wore pulled back except for two loose strands, one dangling from each temple down the side of her face. Donna's eyebrows were plucked to the point of being almost non-existent. She had to use eyebrow pencil to shade in what was left. Her large, blue eyes were like two limpid pools of water, beckoning men to drown in them as the sirens of old sang to sailors, luring them to their destruction. Donna's short nose was turned up, and a bit broader than Roz's, with flaring nostrils that seemed to breathe a hidden fire. She had a large upper lip with a cupid's bow, but her lower lip was thin.
Donna also lacked Roz's bigness in other areas. Her breasts, at the moment encased in the top of a red bikini with white polka dots, were considerably smaller the proverbial handful. At least, each tit was just big enough to fit in the palm of her father's hand, and his were the hands Donna wanted on her body. How was she to know that Richard Sander had the same inclinations toward his own daughter? Incest was something not readily discussed in this upper-middle-class neighborhood, and it was certainly something no one was willing to admit feeling.
As the lovely dark-blonde scampered out to meet her friend, she was totally unaware that her father was watching her. Richard Sander had eyes as blue as his daughter's, with curly dark-blond hair, a somewhat long, handsome face. The man had done many things in his life prior to settling for the white-collar job he now had. He had been a tennis pro in his late teens and early twenties, which was how he had met Gail, his wife. She had so completely entranced him, he had stopped playing around with older women and lovelorn wives to marry Gail. That had been nineteen years ago. Nine months later to the day Donna had been born.
Both Donna and Roz were "only" children, not because their parents had necessarily wanted it that way, but because, as so often happens, their parents never seemed to get together on the right nights again. Both fathers still loved their wives, but each of them coveted his own daughter, as well.
Richard was the exact opposite of Paul in every way. He was six feet tall, very slender, and though his body was hard, he was lithe compared to Paul Brighton's chunky muscularity.
The two men drove to work together every day. The energy crisis had hit everyone, and the two men car-pooled. Both had Dodge Omnis, both getting nearly thirty miles to the gallon on the open stretches of road that led into Denver. It was only natural that both men be up and dressed for work at the same time, and just as natural that they notice their daughters, scampering in the heated pool in the Sander backyard. Once the girls had come out of the water, their bikinis clinging wetly to their sexy bodies, each man became just that much more incensed. As a result, each resolved to do something about it, though the resolutions were subconscious for the moment. However, rather than admit the wanton desire each man felt for his own daughter, the fathers consciously transferred their desire to the other man's daughter. Granted, it would still be frowned on by the community were anyone to find out a forty-year-old man was having an affair with the teenage daughter of his neighbor, but it wouldn't draw the criticism incest would have attracted.
Checking his watch, Richard Sander suddenly realized it was time to get going. It was Paul's week to do the driving, so he stepped out the side door since it was closer to Paul's house. Once outside, he listened to the splashing about of the two girls in his pool, and the ache he felt in his groin was something difficult to contain.
Because he was so concerned with his own erection, Richard didn't notice that Paul came out with his hands in his pockets, as if trying to hide his own swollen penis. The two men went to Paul's garage, Paul opened the door, drove the car out, Richard closed the garage door, and once he slid into the car, it drove off.
Very possibly nothing would have happened had it not been for the determination of the two girls. Both were teased about not having any special boy friend, and it was well-known that they were probably the only two virgin females in the freshman class at the local university. School was out now, and the girls knew they wouldn't have to listen to jibes from schoolmates for another three months.
Virginity didn't bother them as it did so many other girls. Granted, both were willing to lose their maidenheads, but both were particular about who took it from them. They had often discussed sex and boys, and both had agreed they didn't care for any of the boys at the university. Neither had the courage to admit she wanted her own father. After all, it would have seemed like a childish impulse, and the one admitting such feelings would have been open to ridicule.
It was Donna who came up with the idea, first.
She and Roz were out of the pool now, lying facedown on the outdoor chaises near the pool, feeling the warm morning sun hurriedly drying them off. She and Roz had been talking, inevitably, about sex, and Donna suddenly sat up and said, "You know, Roz. If I had to lose my virginity, I'd like to give it to someone experienced, someone who'd know how to treat me gently."
"I know what you mean," Roz nodded. "But we really don't know anyone like that. I mean, most of the guys at the university are looking for a quick in-and-out, not giving a damn about the girl."
"Well, I'd prefer it to be a married man," Donna clucked, pulling her knees up to her chin and wrapping her arms around them.
"That's terrific," Roz admitted, "except you and I don't know any married men we can trust. Put out for one, and they'd relay it to all the others."
"Well I know of at least one I think I can trust," Donna insisted. "Aside from the fact that he's just not the kind of guy to go blabbing, he'd be too scared to tell anyone."
"Who?" Roz asked.
"Your father," Donna smiled. The brown-haired girl's heart skipped a beat. Was it possible Donna knew her own secret feelings? No, of course not! She smiled weakly, and said, "Daddy's definitely not the type to do anything like that."
"Maybe," Donna smiled. "Then again, maybe not!"
CHAPTER TWO
Richard and Paul both worked in the same office, where Paul was now president, recently voted in by a small group of stockholders, while Richard, who had joined much later, was third vice-president. It was accepted by the two men that Richard might one day become president, but only if Paul was promoted to chairman of the board. The two vice-presidents between Richard and Paul were much older men, but because they had also joined the company later than Paul, both were accepting the fact that they would retire long before receiving any promotion.
The small company for which both men worked was Consolidated Electrodynamics. They made all kinds of electrical equipment for private corporations. The government had approached them more than once, offering lucrative government contracts which the corporation had refused, knowing how fickle the government was. If they accepted the contracts, it would mean a major expansion, an expansion for which they were not ready. It would mean the hiring of hundreds of workers, and it would also mean the firing of these same workers if the government, for some reason or other, ran out of contracts.
Both men were exceedingly efficient in their work, and as a result, more often than not concluded their business somewhat early on Fridays. Because of the possibility of a new contract with a large industrial firm, Paul told Richard about lunchtime that he would have to remain all afternoon. Richard, whose work was caught up, and who wouldn't be able to do anything more until Monday, decided he would take the rest of the day off.
Buses ran from Galen to Denver, and Richard caught a one-fifteen bus, thinking he would take a dip in his own pool. His wife, Gail, would be working. Not that Gail had to work. But she would have been bored staying home all the time. So she and Lyn, Roz's mother, worked as tellers in a local bank. On Fridays, the bank stayed open until six, which meant it was up to the younger girls to have supper ready.
By the time Richard got home, it was half-past two. He walked into his tiny vestibule and pulled off his tie. The living room was straight ahead, and stairs to the left led up to the attic. Past the living room was the dining room. To the left of the dining room was the kitchen, and behind the dining room was the small hallway leading to the house's three bedrooms. One of them was a guest room, while the one on the left was Donna's room, and straight ahead, overlooking the swimming pool, was the master bedroom.
Richard entered the bedroom and hurried began pulling off the rest of his clothes. He tossed his shirt on top of the bureau to the left of the room's entrance, and casually dumped his pants on the large dresser to the right. He kicked off his shoes, then sat on the bed and pulled his socks off. Finally he took off his underwear and pulled on a tight pair of trunks he had worn originally as a teenager. He felt it was a tribute to him that he was still able to wear the trunks now that he was forty.
Grabbing a towel from the private bathroom, he went out the back door. The pool was empty, and the filter continued gurgling, letting him know it was being continually cleaned. He dove in and felt the warmth spread through him. The temperature of the water was a constant sixty-eight degrees, cooler than the humid temperature of the air, but still warm enough for him to appreciate. It felt good.
He swam for about ten minutes, then pulled himself out of the water and walked over to the double chaise at the far end of the pool. There was a huge umbrella above the chaise to protect anyone on it from the sun. At the moment it was angled so that it prevented anyone in the yard, or passing by on the street, from seeing him as he lay down. A high wooden fence separated his backyard from the backyard of neighbors on the next street over.
Yawning, Richard fell into a light sleep, and in his sleep he began dreaming about his daughter. He dreamed about the various ways he would have loved to make love to her, and in the dream he felt not the least little bit ashamed of what he was doing. While he slept, Roz, who had just come home from shopping, decided it might be a nice idea to take another dip in the Sander pool. She and Donna were very close friends. They often exchanged skirts and scarves, and probably would have exchanged blouses and brassieres had they worn the same size. Each girl walked into the other's home as if she belonged there, and the parents accepted the neighboring girl as they would their own.
Donna had decided to stay at the shopping mall and go to a movie. Roz had already seen the picture, and so she had hopped the bus home. All during the ride back, her mind was filled with images of her father. She had seen him naked a few times, though he had been unaware of it. His bedroom, like that of the Sanders', had a window that looked out on the backyard. Though there was no pool in the Brighton backyard, there was a patio with chaises and sun chairs, and Roz often sat there during the summer. She also was able to peer through the window and catch her parents "in the act" more than once. She had to admit, her daddy had one big penis. It was amazing that her mother was capable of handling such a monster. But Roz knew if her mother was able to take it, she, too, would be able to take it, and she often dreamed about her daddy putting it inside her. More often, she day-dreamed about the same thing.
Roz smiled to herself as she got off the bus and began walking the one block to her home. Donna would have been shocked if she, Roz, had agreed with Donna that her dad was the most eminently fuckable male around.
Not that Donna's dad was someone to turn away from. Heck! In his own way, Richard Sander was just as sexy as her own father. He was tall and lean and golden, where her father was short, almost squat, and very dark. Both men, in their particular way, were exciting. Roz would have preferred making love to her own father, but she knew the idea was totally ridiculous. Not that she would have been able to make love to Donna's father, but at least it was something she would be able to dream about with a greater degree of knowing the possibility, if not the probability, existed.
Arriving home, she went to her own bedroom, and there stripped down and hurriedly put on her brown bikini, now dry. Then she went out the back door and hurried to the Sander yard. There was no visible boundary separation between the two yards. The water in the pool looked very inviting, and she was about to dive in, when she heard a light murmur. Looking around, she saw no one, but noticed the large umbrella that was usually upright over the double chaise, had been tilted to cover the chaise. Walking over to it, she was surprised to find, when she peered around it, that Donna's father was there, fast asleep. He was mumbling in his sleep.
Stretched out as he was, he looked very sexy. Roz noticed he had been swimming, but the warmth of the day had dried him off, as had the sun, since the umbrella was tilted somewhat.
Roz had never lain down next to a man before. She was certain Donna's father wouldn't object if she shared the chaise with him. Deep in her subconscious was the wish to have this man make love to her a father-substitute but her conscious mind refused to even think of such a thing.
Her mind made up, the brown-haired girl went and lay down beside the sleeping body of the golden man. She brushed lightly against him, quite unintentionally, and she was taken by surprise when his arms suddenly wrapped themselves around her and began hugging her tightly to him.
In his sleeping mind, Richard Sander was holding the slender body of his blonde-haired daughter. His hands began moving up and down over the body, feeling the swollen protuberances of Roz's breasts, making the girl gasp. She knew she ought to pull away, but it felt so good, so very good. He rubbed them expertly, fondling and manipulating their fullness repeatedly. Roz was enjoying herself, feeling heat beginning to mount very rapidly. There was still a chance to awaken the man and stop all this, but Roz didn't want to stop it. The thought crept into her mind that if Donna was able to enjoy the thought of her Roz's father making love to her, then there was no reason why she, Roz, shouldn't enjoy being with Donna's father. Gee, maybe, just maybe he might "go all the way." That would be something.
Roz and Donna were both hot-blooded girls, and both had wanted to lose their virginity. But neither had relished the thought of simply giving it away to some nerd who would only use them for his own satisfaction. Here, at least, was a man who, from what Donna had told her, knew how to make a woman happy. After all, Donna was just as nosy as Roz, and she had also spied on her parents making love. Maybe if Donna's father did it to her, she would be able to forget fantasies about her own father.
When Richard, in his sleep, leaned toward her and lightly kissed her cheek, Roz found herself snuggling all the more closely to the golden-haired man. She noticed he had a lot less hair on his chest than her own father. She liked the feeling of flesh against flesh and snuggled closer, feeling a tremendous amount of security.
Had Richard made love to his wife earlier in the day, and had he not ogled the two girls in his swimming pool earlier that morning, there was a very good chance his body would not have been at the pitch it presently felt. This, added to the heat of the sun, keeping him feeling sleepy, made him hotter than ever. But while his conscious mind slept, his subconscious was definitely awake, and sensing Roz's voluptuous form, ordered his own body into motion. He found himself doing with Roz what he did in bed with his own wife.
Roz felt good, really good, and it didn't occur to her to object when the handsome, sleeping man let his fingers rub against her bikini-covered crotch. If anything, she felt a stronger sense of security, believing the man, though asleep, really wanted her for herself. She had no idea he was dreaming about his own daughter. It was a new, different feeling she was enjoying. Roz wasn't certain whether she ought to let it continue, but she was positive about enjoying it.
She was taken aback when he tugged her bikini top down, exposing the fullness of her swollen soft breasts. His fingers titillated her nipples, making them expand and swell until they were little brown fingers of lust pointing toward him. All that stood between their two bodies now were her bikini bottoms and his trunks.
"Ummmmm!" she sighed. His hands felt so good rubbing her mammaries, then massaging her slender ribcage and waistline. She felt burning desire sizzling through her tormented self, more aroused now than she had ever dreamed possible. He pulled her against him, pressing her full breasts into the solidity of his chest, sending all kinds of goose pimples running all over her shuddering body. The firmness of his muscular chest, pressing into the expanded probes of her nipples, made the braided-haired girl squirm even more while pinpoints of fiery delight continued mounting ever higher in her shuddering body.
When the hands of Donna's father returned to cupping the large, rounded swells of her soft tits, the beautiful brunette felt something else. She had not been aware of it until this moment, but it was making its presence very definitely known as Richard rotated his belly against that of the lovely girl. Roz felt that thick, leaden extension, something like a crowbar, between the man and her own body. But it wasn't lying there, stiff and dead like a crowbar. Just the opposite, in fact. Roz was aware of the living, vibrant pulsations coming from the organ. It was something definitely alive, something attached to Richard, and she didn't have to think too hard to realize this man obviously had a penis almost as formidable as the one owned by her father.
Her penny colored nipples continued growing and swelling as they had never enlarged before, stiffening and expanding like two chewy two-cent Tootsie Rolls topping two huge tan mounds with splashes of chocolate syrup dousing the pieces of candy, and splashed in a circle around each piece. Fire seared through her quaking body, and she knew she had to have more.
Richard was still asleep, incredible as it seemed, but he was moving his head downward, toward her full breasts. His mouth was pursed, and she realized he wanted to kiss her nipples. More of uncontrolled desire flared through her quaking body now, and she gasped aloud, hoping no one heard her when his lips finally clamped themselves around the extension of her right nipple. The lovely brown-haired girl shuddered with vibrant thrills, feeling her neighbor's tongue begin to anxiously suck and lick her throbbing breast points. God! It was so good! Roz had never imagined anything feeling this good in her entire life.
She was aware of the way he continually drew the tiny bud-like nipple between his hungrily sucking lips, and she clutched her friend's father's head all the more feverishly to her breasts, feeling vibrantly alive and yet somehow inwardly composed. He was a marvelous lover, and he was making her feel far better than she had imagined she might feel. True, he was asleep. She was willing to bet he'd make one terrific lover wide awake, but for the moment she was willing to accept him the way he was. She wondered how Donna would react to seeing something like this. Would her girl friend be jealous, or would she be shocked for all her talk of wanting to make it with Roz's father?
His continually sucking lips sent chillingly startling flashes of new sensation through the eighteen-year-old's body. Heat had built to such intensity within her, she was no longer able to keep it bottled up. Now the flaming desire was trying its best to come out, and Roz was responding to it in the only way she knew how, gasping, panting and sighing, totally reveling in what was happening to her, well aware this was taboo, yet not caring, wanting more.
The lovely brunette was startled for an instant when she felt Richard's hands go to her waist and suddenly pull the strings that held the two triangles of her bikini together. Once they were open, he tugged the two pieces of cloth down to her ankles, rolling them off. Roz felt even more aroused, delightedly enjoying it all as his hands continued wandering over her body, caressing her naked buttocks.
A light breeze came from somewhere and swept across the pool, making it ripple. The air swirled across her fuzz-covered pubis. Odd that she should be able to grow hair heavily on her head, but not do so on her pelvis or under her arms. She only shaved once a month under her arms, and she didn't have to shave her legs at all.
Roz was more sensually thrilled than ever before, well aware that she had lost all control over her body. She was totally at the mercy of this man, himself unaware of what he was consciously doing. But there was a definite feeling of safety and security lying beside this man and letting him touch her.
Richard's eyes suddenly opened. He stared for a long moment at Roz, and realizing what was happening, he didn't know whether to be ashamed of what he had done, or to chastise the girl for lying beside him in the first place.
"Roz!" he gasped, his mouth hanging open.
"Mr. Sander," she smiled.
"We have to stop ... "
"Why?" she asked. "Don't you want to?"
"It's not a question of what I want," he insisted. "It is," she replied. "No one can see us back here. You want it, I want it, so let's do it. I've never been with a man before, and I always wanted my first time to be with someone I knew would make it good for me. Don't stop, Mr. Sander. I want you to ... fuck me!"
There! She had said it. She had told him in no uncertain terms what she wanted him to do. If he sent her away now, she'd feel very much ashamed.
Richard knew the only intelligent thing was to send this girl away now, quickly, before anything more happened. But he knew he wasn't going to do it. He was going to fuck her, just as she asked. No, she wasn't his daughter, but she would make a satisfactory substitute. At least this way he would be mentally absolved of his incestuous desires.
He tugged his bathing trunks down as he lay there, squirming, feeling ridiculous, yet knowing he didn't dare get to his feet. His throbbing cock suddenly sprang out and arched toward Roz.
The lovely brunette stared, unable to believe it. The penis was even longer than that of her father. Maybe it wasn't quite as thick, but was it ever long. Her eyes continued staring fixedly at the very rigid column of hardened masculine muscle. She studied it with a kind of nervous fascination. Roz noted the thick-veined column appeared to pulsate repeatedly. It was topped with a red helmet, and in the tip of the helmet was a vertical slit that seemed to stare at her sightlessly. Her eyes moved lower to the golf-ball-sized twin globes lying in their softly fleshed sac.
Roz felt an overpowering urge to examine everything about the man more closely. Before she was able to do so, Richard was up on his knees, making the lovely girl wonder just what it was he intended doing.
His eyes focused on the lovely tan-fleshed girl's fuzz-covered pelvis, seeing how smooth the inner thigh flesh was. He moved forward on the chaise, sliding his knees between those of his young neighbor. He had to grip her knees and literally yank them apart, for in spite of what she had verbally told him, she was scared by all this. It was so new to her, almost terrifying.
Roz lay there, her head on the upraised part of the chaise, for the moment not daring to move. Richard continued inching his way higher and higher between her thighs. His knees were pressing against the rounded softness of her buttocks when he fell forward, this time trying to jam as much of her left teat into his mouth as possible. He swallowed, tugging the nipple into his throat, rubbing it against the rear of his palate again and again. His tongue flatly played against the turgid nipple, keeping it fully swollen.
Roz moaned, delighting in what the blond man was doing to her. She found herself excitedly looking at what he was doing as well as feeling it, and she knew the sensation of seeing it helped.
Richard was well aware he would have to move slower than usual. If this lovely female was telling the truth, any sudden moves on his part might frighten her. Moving very slowly, very carefully, Richard gently lifted his hungering mouth from the mass of her soft-fleshed teat. Using his tongue as a tracer, he slowly, carefully began hungrily licking his way down the beautiful girl's nakedly quivering flesh. The flat plane of her jerking belly began writhing, twisting and twitching as his pointed tongue hesitated near the cup of her navel.
Roz felt an uncontrolled shiver of lightning charge through her body, one bolt following another. She stared, wide-eyed at what the blond man was doing, washing her body with his tongue as if he were a mother cat taking care of its young. She stared as his oral extension dipped into the winking center of her navel, then lapped out again, seeing it kiss and lick its way further down her shuddering belly. When she saw the tip of her tongue wash over her fuzzy pelvis, she trembled, knowing what was coming next, having seen her father do this very thing to her mother.
Richard Sander was dizzy with lust, and yet alive as he hadn't been for a long time. Not that he didn't love fucking his wife, but the truth was he and Gail had become accustomed to one another. But this young girl was new, different, the thrill of a wonderfully young conquest, making him feel as if he were young all over again. When the time came, he was going to throw one helluva fuck into this lovely female. His slender nostrils were already quivering as he barely sniffed the delicate scent of her feminine sexuality. Roz had been taught hygiene by her mother, and she kept herself scrupulously clean down there at all times.
Christ! Richard decided to let his tongue do all the work for him for a change, and then he would fuck her so that she would never forget him. It never occurred to him that this was something that might go on and on. He thought in terms of this being a one-time-only, and as a result was determined to make her feel as good as possible.
The man was still somewhat uncertain how this lovely teenager would react to what he was doing. It had been so long since he had fucked a pussy this young. As a matter-of-fact, the last young cunt he had fucked had been his wife's, when they had been dating. But at that time he had been young, and it never occurred to him how youth was able to turn him on ... or was it the fact that he was growing older and therefore felt the need for a young pussy. Right now, the only important thing was worming his tongue into the anxious, wet warmth of the tight young cunt beneath his lips. He was sure she was a virgin and he would have to move carefully. Her orifice was narrow and tight even if she was a tall girl, and he would have to be careful about opening her up. "Oh my!" Roz gasped.
Her muscles suddenly tightened, reacting to the pressures of his roving, teasing tongue as his licking digit slowly traced a wet path along the soft satin of her tan inner thighs. Roz gasped and shuddered, seeing his face moving closer and closer to her pouting vaginal lips, well aware that in a second she would feel what it was that made her mother shriek for joy.
Staring at the beautiful girl's leaking, trembling cuntlips, the hungry blond-haired man found he was unable to wait any longer. Many times when he was young he had found his face this close to a lovely pussy, but there had always been a thick ring of hair around it. His wife's cunt had a particularly luxuriant growth of hair. But here was a cunt with just the littlest bit of pubic lint surrounding it. It was as if he were fucking someone even younger, though he knew Roz was his daughter's age.
He moved his hungry mouth a little closer to the narrow band of pinkness bisecting its way through the lovely girl's soft crotch. With one. hand he carefully reached forward, twisting it around when it was above her vagina, using his thumb and middle finger to slowly press the petals of her labia apart. The pink, bare slit, at first as narrow as a hair line, now very slowly began widening as he applied more pressure with his fingers.
Richard gasped in awe as he saw the rich pink trench unfolding before his staring eyes. It all came into crystal clear focus as he stared at the dripping pink interior, seeing the viscous oils slowly oozing out of her. She was a lubricater, this one. Hell! He wanted to taste all that luscious oil seeping from her. Moving his anxious head forward, he flicked his tongue out, stabbing at the tender, quivering little bud of her clitoris.
"HHHHHAAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAA!" Roz gasped, clamping hands over her mouth to keep her voice from being heard. She was thrillingly shocked by the electrical pleasure bursting through her quaking body and sizzling her mind. What she was feeling at this moment was like nothing else she had ever known. Roz had known many pleasurable things. Swimming, shopping, going to the movies ... these all constituted pleasurable things. But it was all as nothing compared to what she was feeling right now. The man's tongue was snapping its way into her, sending bolt after bolt of fiery lightning shooting through her shuddering body. Not only had his slithering tongue, touching her clitoris, caught her totally unprepared for what she expected to feel, it had sent a searing sensation of inner fire rushing through her lower belly like a tidal wave. It was a brand-new kind of fire, the like of which she had never previously known. The burning sensation had rapidly spread through her entire feminine form, and the lovely Roz felt it would completely consume her taut, girlish interior. The core of her had turned into a complete ball of flame. The man's wild tongue, lapping and slurping was touching a multitude of nerve-endings within her, making her wild with thrills and passion.
"HHHUNNNGGHHH!" she gasped. "OHHH ... YESSSS ... MORRRRE ... IT FEELS SO GOOD ... SO GOOD ... SO GOOD ... DON'T STOP ... DON'T STOP NOW ... PLEASE ... PLEASE...." The beautiful brunette's sighs of pleasure made the handsome blond-haired man that much more diligent as he continued working at the heavy way his tongue probed and slurped the tanginess from her delicious vagina. Christ! He had tasted a multitude of cunts in his youth, but this one had to be one of the best. Not that he was faulting his wife's cunt. Gail's pussy tasted heavenly, but this one tasted at least as good.
Roz felt the compressing lips of her neighbor push very solidly against her tantalizing vulva as he constantly sucked the little nodule of her extended clitoris. He pulled it as far into his mouth as possible, which really wasn't very far at all. He used his lips to lightly nibble at it, and then he touched it with the edges of his teeth, sending another wave of ecstasy through her quaking form.
The lovely brunette moaned and gasped out loud, letting him know how much she enjoyed what he was doing. Backing his hungering lips away from her saliva-soaked clitoral extension, Richard moved his tongue like a soft, lancing wedge between the tender, silken labia of this beautiful young girl's aching vagina. He was aware of the pulsations given off by each labia as her interior quivered against the probing of his tongue. His mouth continually tasted the sweet unguent pungency clinging to the tantalizing rim of her inner, scalloped cuntlips, and it took all his willpower not to have a premature ejaculation. Christ! She was fantastic! Her labial flesh was tight, like a strong rubber band waiting to be stretched. Richard hesitated for the merest instant and then sank the full length of his tongue into the seething depths of the teenage girl's never-before-plumbed pussy. His hands forced her young thighs to open even wider as he pushed his anxious lips against the warmth emanating from the depths of her taut, virgin container.
To the lovely eighteen-year-old brunette, the man's probing tongue seemed to roll but like a fancy red carpet as it moved into her. It unraveled like an uncoiling serpent, insinuating itself into the heated slickness of her tender feminine interior. The probing continued building salaciously thrilling sensations inside Roz.
Roz was aware of the pleasure-giving tongue sliding in and out of her sodden vagina. Her vaginal walls desperately and anxiously tried clamping down on it like the jaws of a hungry hound. She was totally oblivious to anything else around her at that moment. All she cared about was the thrilling, arousing oral assault taking place between her widespread, tan thighs. For a moment she had totally forgotten about the man's throbbing cock as passion continued building in the heated depths of her quaking pussy.
Richard thrust his tongue all the deeper, feeling frustrated, himself. He licked and lapped and slurped through the young vaginal vestibule, holding his breath until he thought he would collapse from lack of air. Then, in spite of merely wanting to lie there and accept everything, Roz's softly rounded buttocks began slowly rolling around and around with each stab of his anxious tongue. Her short, loud gasps became more punctuated and more pronounced as she sublimated her mind into the sensations of her body. Now she was the female animal in heat. She thrashed her body from side to side, bouncing up and down, gripping his hair with her hands and pulling his face all the more deeply into her womanly oven.
Richard was going out of his mind as he drank all she had to offer. He knew he had to fuck her. There was no getting around it. Abruptly, his head was up and he was staring at her, his eyes seemingly vacant, not seeing her because of the blistering heat continually invading his body. When he spoke, Roz suddenly felt a little uncertain.
"I'm going to fuck you now, honey," he told her, wild-eyed and anxious. "Right now!"
Roz saw the dripping wetness that had been in her vagina now rolling down his chin and off his cheeks. Trie oils made his lips glisten in the sunshine.
"Y-you won't hurt me, will you?" she asked, now somewhat afraid.
"Hurt you? Hell no! I'm gonna fuck you and give you the greatest thrill your beautiful body has ever known."
"Yes," she gasped. "That's what I want." He levered himself over her lovely nakedness as she trembled, partly from fear, partly from anticipation. At that moment he looked like some gigantic animal hovering directly above her.
Roz looked down between their glistening bodies, her eyes locking onto the immensely thick phallic extension protruding from between his shuddering thighs. He was going to do it at last! He was going to push that immense log of flesh into the tiny little hole between her own loins, as she had seen her father do with her mother. She began wondering if she was physically capable of handling such a mammoth organ. Sure, her cunt had been able to accept his small, slick, malleable tongue ... but a thick, long, hard, unbending cock??? She was certain he would rip her open. Yet she didn't dare back down, now.
"Don't hurt me!" she whimpered. "Please, Mr. Sander, don't hurt me! I'm afraid of pain."
"Hey, don't you worry," he whispered, his voice gentle and suddenly reassuring. "You know I have no reason to want to hurt you." He leaned over her, the palms of his hands pressing into the chaise on either side of her head. He smiled at her and said, "I'm going to make sure everything is as easy as possible. Reach down, take hold of my cock, and guide the head into you. You'll see, it'll be a lot easier that way."
Believing that by obeying the man, she would definitely avoid any pain. The lovely dark-haired girl dutifully obeyed him. She had no wish to look at the monstrous flesh log at this moment, believing the sight of it forcing its way into her might cause her that much more acute pain. In any case, the girl reached down between their bodies, then gently wrapped her slim fingers around the blood-bloated extension standing out from between his thighs.
Wow! the girl thought, fingering it for a moment. It felt like nothing she had ever previously known. The texture was the most fascinating thing she had ever touched. She remembered feeling it throb when it had initially touched her body, earlier, and now she felt it pulsate as his blood heatedly pumped through his flesh. The penis jerked and twitched, continually flexing in her hand. But in spite of all the fascination she had concerning the organ, she realized it felt even bigger than it had looked. She was more reluctant than ever to place the massively throbbing dome against the tiny entrance of her tremblingly contracting pussy.
"Come on, come on, hurry it up," Richard encouraged, knowing if she didn't insert his pylon into her very shortly, he would go stark, staring mad. The cool touch of her fingers made him feel all set to explode then and there.
Jesus H. Christ! He had to have that hot little hole of hers surrounding the full length of his throbbing dork. Taking a deep breath, he crammed his hips forward as if emphasizing the need for speed. Damn! Damn! It just had to go into her! It had to. He was unable to remember the last time he had fitted his cock into such a narrow cunt. His wife's cunt had adjusted to the breadth of his prick after all these years. Not that she didn't feel good, but she fitted just right. This cunt, on the other hand, was tight.
A myriad of different thoughts were running madly about in Roz's whirling brain, winking on and off like electric lights as she heard the pleading voice of the man above her. She wanted to do this, to be fucked by him, knowing how good it would all feel in the long run, but she was afraid. She was certain the thickness of his organ would stretch her vagina totally out of shape. This would necessarily have to cause her some pain. She felt the massive baton, poised like a gigantic battering ram just outside the gates of her girlish temple. It was primed and all set to thrust into her, and she was afraid it might rip her helpless belly to shreds.
Clamping her teeth tightly together, the beautiful brunette fumbled with the swollen instrument for just an instant longer, until her slender fingers had a sure grip around it. Then, using it as a wedge, she ran it up and down, parting the thick, fuzz-covered lips of her aching vagina until the smooth rubbery dome lodged itself firmly against the tight, never-before-penetrated entrance of her bubbling vagina.
"Yes," she gasped, panting very heavily, as if having completed some physically exhausting task, proud she was finally able to do it correctly. For the moment uncertainty was blotted out, yet an instant afterward she was sorry for her efficiency.
Richard Sander, with the word "Yes" ringing in his brain, slowly began inching his throbbing organ forward, moving faster and faster, sinking into her deeper and deeper. The first feelings of sharp hurt from the tightness of her narrow feminine channel went blistering up her spine and reached her brain. It took every last ounce of willpower for Roz not to open her mouth and scream. She had to keep this man from thinking he was causing her anguish, otherwise, all she would have to remember today would be pain. She had to control herself and wait for the pain to pass, knowing rapture lay just beyond.
She gritted her teeth as she felt the driving, torpedoing, ramming, blunt-nosed head stretch her elastic vaginal mouth until it finally slipped in, and her taut cuntal membranes slipped over the pulsating point like a custom-made prophylactic. The sudden force of it totally overpowered the young girl with inordinate pain.
"HHHUUUNNNGGGHHHRRRGGGHHH-AAANNNGGGHHH!" she grunted through her clenched teeth as the force of his overpowering entry into her pounded through her eighteen-year-old body like the sudden stabbing of a white-hot sword.
Roz felt her tender interior impossibly stretched. The aching corridor between her delicate thighs felt anguish, and she responded immediately by slamming the fullness of her softly rounded buttocks into the cushioned covering on top of the webbing of the outdoor chaise. She strained in a hopeless attempt to escape the rest of the impalement. Her quivering reaction was entirely from the gut, coming automatically as if she were fighting for self-preservation. Yet all the while her mind still wanted to feel the pleasure she was certain had to eventually follow all this pain. She tried hard not to resist, and for one instant she was certain she was going to black out. But after the initial lightning-thrust of agony, she was able to finally bring herself under control. She knew if she relaxed, no matter how much it hurt, the pain would fade away quickly enough.
Richard Sander felt a demanding insistence in his throbbing testicles. He was more than certain they would explode because of the tight sensation imparted to his thrusting cock by her surrounding vaginal hallway as it gripped and sucked his cock-head. He did his best, trying a multitude of things to try and block the sensations building in him. Climaxing would be wrong unless he had his hard cock buried to its full length in the steaming center of her shuddering vagina. He had the overpowering urge to simply ram his cock the rest of the way into her, but he restrained himself. Her cries made him hesitate, but only for the briefest of moments. Feeling the thrill of so sweet and sensual a young body beneath his, writhing helplessly for the moment, created a feeling of intense stimulation. She was so young, so deliciously young. He was used to fucking his wife, an astonishingly lovely woman by all means, but a woman close to him in years. His wife was a woman to whom he had become accustomed. Though he loved fucking Gail, it was not at all like fucking this sweet, wonderful young creature. God! He had to fuck this young female to completion. He had to shoot his sperm into her no matter what the consequences. He cocked his hips for a moment, then rammed forward again, sinking his rock-hard phallus another inch into the lovely dark-skinned girl's tightly clutching pussy.
"GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHH!" she gasped, her eyes rolling upward, looking to heaven for some solace. "OHHHH ... HHUUNNHH ... PLEASE ... PLEASE ... PLEASE ... PLEASE ... PLEASE ... IT HURTS...." she helplessly whimpered, writhing in uncontrolled anguish and total desperation.
If only the man would stop for a moment and give her inner tunnel a chance to adjust to his thickness before once again driving into her. She felt an insane conglomeration of uncontrolled, inner throbbing, a sensation of maddening shooting, tearing pains that crashed into her as waves crashed against rocks.
Roz finally resigned herself to the fact that this was going to be a totally agonizing experience. She had no choice at this point but to accept what was happening to her, no matter how much anguish she internally felt. At this moment she was certain that if Richard Sander powered his cock forward one more time, it would be the last sensation she'd ever feel on this earth.
She was almost right. The mighty cock rested for only a moment and then slammed forward, battering through her hymeneal tissue as if it were a piece of wet Kleenex. This brought on the worst pain of all. It began lancing through her, making her writhe, wriggle and twist in tormented torture. Resistance of any kind was completely useless, and it took all her willpower not to tighten her interior. To do so would only intensify the hurt.
Little by little she slowly began relaxing as Richard's long, hard cock continued sinking ever farther into the deepest parts of her tortuously stretched feminine center. The gigantically immense, heatedly burning, vibrantly throbbing penile head seemed to literally sear its way through her shuddering membranes, rising almost easily now through her wetly clinging inner passageway. The barrel-shaped organ pushed her tender cuntal walls outward as it probed all the more deeply into the simmering depths of her tightly squeezing feminine narrowness.
Roz took one long breath and held it as long as possible, and that was when she realized the man was finally fully embedded inside her quivering body. He had filled her belly to its capacity, and in so doing had stuffed her with every last little bit of cock. When he pulled back, she braced herself for more pain, but it didn't come. He slowly began easing forward again. This time the throbbing phallic length slid into her with just the right amount of resistance, and though there was discomfort, she had to admit it felt like a sword sliding into a custom-made scabbard. She gasped, her mind confused as she realized the pain had lessened to such a tremendous degree, that by the next thrust there would probably be none at all.
As it turned out, it took more than one more thrust for the pain to totally disappear. The penis stroked in and out of her, opening her a little more, but not that much, and then the discomfort subsided altogether. Each time he rammed forward, the lovely girl felt the man's scraggly pubic hair against her tremendously sensitive, fuzz-covered pelvis, creating a kind of scratchy sensation against her tenderly delicate skin.
"OHHHHH ... YES, RICHARD!" she gasped, using the first name, somehow still afraid to move herself, frightened the agonizing excruciation would once again return. She felt as if he had rammed the organ clear through her body, literally nailing her to the chaise. One false move might result in total disembowelment.
Looking down, it occurred to him this was the daughter of his next-door neighbor, whom he had seen almost from birth growing through the various stages of childhood until she had become a total woman. What the hell am I doing? he thought, what am I doing? But even as he thought it, he continued pumping his throbbing cock into her, unable to restrain himself in any way. He was fucking his best friend's daughter, and what was more, he was enjoying it. He loved the rigid clamp of her wet vaginal interior, gripping him, pulling him all the more deeply into her.
Roz would always wonder how she had managed to keep from screaming loud enough to make herself heard by the entire neighborhood. But she also knew that she had no desire to scream, now. What he was doing was finally starting to feel good.
Richard, aware of the girl's lack of struggling, thought she might have fainted. As he powered his mighty muscle into the seething regions of her shuddering body, he flexed his glans, expanding it to its utmost as it drove yet a little deeper into the tightness of her unrestrained depths.
"OHHHHH RICHARD ... I love it ... I love it...." she moaned very softly, making the man realize she was not only becoming accustomed to the power of his penis, but was also starting to enjoy it.
Her gasps had turned to sighs, and it thrilled Richard Sander to know that what he was doing was pleasing this girl. She was like a second daughter to him, and whatever he did to her, he wanted her to be pleased by it. She was beautiful, made all the more beautiful by the radiance now lighting her face because of her enjoyment. Yes, she was indeed a second daughter, and if he was unable to fuck his own daughter, then he was at least able to fuck this one, and it gave him almost as much pleasure. He loved the way her body continually reacted to the way he pounded his throbbing cock in and out of her.
Roz was aware of him once again tugging his monstrous pole back until only the solid penile head remained lodged in her womanly tunnel. Then she was aware of him pounding forward, driving the entire length of solid meat into the narrowness of her shuddering depths.
"HHHHAAAAUUUUNNNNGGGGHHH!" Roz gasped, well aware by now her tiny vaginal interior had finally opened up enough to swallow up the entire massive length Richard Sander had thrust into her. More than that, she was well aware a new, heated sensation was enlarging in the depths of her aching belly, swelling with every single one of the man's forward thrusts. One thing was clear, and it was the fact that what she was feeling most definitely was not pain.
Each time she felt the man yanking his weighty phallic length back, the lovely brown-haired girl was well aware of her vaginal walls coming together behind it, as if aching to return to their former state. Then, as he once again thrust back to her, the walls seemed to gladly give way, as if enjoying this game of attack and retreat.
The sensation of being helplessly skewered like a living shish-kebab began fading little by little, replaced by the more marvelous feeling of wonderfully heated thrills continually mounting in the depths of her shuddering belly. The girl knew a change had definitely come over her. She was different, but different in a wonderful way, and she would never be the naive innocent she had previously been. Richard might be using her body, but she was also using his. They were, for the time his javelin remained thrust inside her, part of one another; the same being. Roz discovered she was no longer afraid. The more he fucked into her, the more she enjoyed it. There was already a mounting sensation in the narrow stricture of her sucking pussy, and she knew if this man was able to keep up the fabulous poling of her shuddering pussy she would soon feel the sensation that always made her mother scream with bliss. The feeling was lurking down there, just waiting to finally emerge.
She was aware of his thudding testicles violently slamming against the roundness of her asscheeks each time he slammed the full length of his mighty organ into her. The dangling testicles were an enhancement of everything she had been feeling. She watched as Richard rose from his elbows and placed the palms of his hands flat against the chaise, giving him more leverage, enabling him to drive his throbbing cock that much more deeply into her sucking, swirling center.
Roz was breathing that much more heavily now, feeling her flaming vagina dilate with each breath she took. Her pretty little pink tongue was tucked in the right corner of her mouth as she all but wheezed to suck in even more air.
The lovely young girl had to be the single most sensuous female Richard had known since his wife. Her sensuality was not merely sexual, but an exuded charm that had finally convinced him to continue making love to her when he had awakened to find her lying beside him. He wanted to slam his cock into Roz until she finally screamed out her orgasmic passion. At this time of day there was no one of consequence around to hear what was going on. She might have been a virgin, but now that she was initiated, she reacted with the same fervor as his own wife.
Roz rolled her lovely head from side to side as the man continued mercilessly fucking into her, sinking his hard meat into her tunnel over and over. Her hips automatically lifted and lowered, responding to rhythmic drives. The lovely girl, her head still resting on the raised part of the chaise, was able to look down the length of their joined bodies each time the tall, blond-haired man stroked his cock back. Her large eyes looked past the twin peaks of her monumental breasts, past the flatness of her belly, and finally at the link joining her naked body to that of her best friend's father.
Roz sensed the tightness of her squeezing pink cunt willingly yielding to the man's continued downward thrusts, welcoming his driving organ into the fissure of her narrowly confined depths with tight, pressuring squeezes. Her vaginal muscles reacted automatically, crushing in a way that many other experienced women never knew how. She felt his curling, pelvic growth scrub the fuzz-covered flesh of her own tender pelvis as their aching groins continued slamming together very heatedly. She noted the way her inner labia felt, curling out each time the grown man's solid cock withdrew from inside her. She thrilled to the weighty smack of his pounding testicles against the roundness of her asscheeks. Her mind noted she was not able to feel his dangling balls as certainly at the moment. She wondered why. Her hand reached around his thigh and touched his scrotum and she was surprised to discover it had pulled up tightly against his crotch.
She was dipping her body all the more quickly, and he kept pace with her, striking into her at a faster and faster rate. Oh God! She was learning to love this in one hell of a hurry. Roz was well aware of the excited dribbles of lubricity running out of her vagina, soaking her thighs and buttocks. She was certain the man's leathery sac, in front, anyway, was coated with her oils. The out-pouring grease covering Richard's cock made it easier for him to stroke it in and out of her tight womanly gully. The more she felt of her hot, burning desire, the more she ached to feel of his thrusting cock.
Richard knew it wouldn't be much longer before he blasted a load of hot sperm into this girl's cunt. A quick swim afterward should flood her cunt with chlorinated water and prevent any babies.
As the mounting enjoyment became that much more intense in the center of her quaking interior, Roz was well aware this was the start of the feeling for which she had seemingly been waiting a lifetime. She felt there was more than mere lust behind what her best friend's father was doing to her. She innately sensed the feelings he had for her, and her alone. She wasn't naive enough to believe she was the first female for whom he had such feelings, and there was always the possibility of others following her. But right now, everything he felt was strictly for her.
Having known Richard Sander all her life, Roz thought of him as an uncle and had come to love him as such. Now she felt more love, a greater, more powerful love for him, and what was more was aware the feeling he had for her was also love, even if Richard, himself, was still unaware of what he felt.
But there was more. There was that sensation of pure physical lust, as well, and it cheered her to think this man thought enough of her as a woman to want her so totally. As a result, she felt feelings of wanton desire for him she had never imagined to be in her.
The beautiful brunette felt the mighty cock of the strong, blond man sliding in and out of her taut cunt, an intense and driving probe, demanding, insisting that she completely surrender herself to his will. The sensations he was poling into her were overwhelming her entire being, and the lovely girl kept her head raised in order to better see the full length of the organ rapidly moving in and out of her quivering body. The slap of his balls against her asscheeks each time he thrust forward seemingly enhanced everything for her, and she stretched her thighs as wide as possible to give his stabbing phallus total access to the churning depths of her aroused feminine container.
The rich coral rim of her grasping cunt sucked and nursed on his organ as a babe at its mother's breast, and all the while the penis continued moving in and out, in and out, thrusting and riposting over and over. Not only did the lovely Roz pick up the rhythm of his phallic spear driving into her, but after awhile inadvertently took control of what was happening between them by speeding up her own rhythm and making the man's body keep time with hers.
Richard Sander was aware of the surging power of his bubbling semen starting to rise within his tormented balls. The tide was strong and overflowing, and there was no way to hold it back, and though he ached to make this lovely girl achieve her own satisfaction he knew there was no turning back and restraining the sensations that had been set in motion. The flooding seed was racing from his testicles into his prostate. There, it mingled with the manufactured fluid, and suddenly began wending its way into his urethra, the tube in the underside of his penis. He was aware of the girl's slender tan thighs tightening around him. Was it possible she, too, was on the verge of satisfaction? Yes, yes, he was going to make her climax, too.
Muscle-straining pleasure shot through Richard's body, and he tensed himself, the cords in his neck and thighs suddenly straining to their utmost. He was well aware of the aching sperm all set to shoot from the enlarged tip of his elongated, throbbing penis, and he discovered he was completely caught up in the world of total ecstasy ecstasy the like of which he had never previously known. Then an entire universe seemingly exploded within him as liquid fire jetted from the unseeing eye in the majestically swollen red tip of his driving cock. The organ began jerking and shuddering, twisting and spurting uncontrollably.
"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAIIIIIGGGGGHHH-AAAANNNNGGGGHHHH!" the man bellowed, not caring who in the neighborhood might overhear him. He fired into her over and over. Roz, on the other hand, for all the unalloyed bliss now bursting through her, managed to remain silent as she felt the initial heated blasts of simmering sperm fire into her churning depths and splash against the opening to her tiny womb. The lovely girl felt herself being buffeted wildly about on the bed-like chaise under Richard's thrusting body, and her teeth sank into her lower lip to keep her from shouting as she finally felt that marvelous passion suddenly totally overtake her.
It was if she had ridden in a barrel up Niagara Falls instead of down. His burning semen mixed with the flooding oils gushing through her shuddering cavern, and then, as her vaginal walls tightly contracted, she felt the mixture spilling out around the driving penis.
Roz lay there for a few minutes afterward, letting the sensations linger. Then, with amazing strength, she rolled Richard from her body, nakedly got to her feet, and dove into the pool. Instead of using her arms to propel herself forward, she back-pedaled, moving her body backward, somewhat like a squid, letting the chlorinated water into her vaginal interior, sterilizing anything and everything within the channel. Then she leaped out of the pool, grabbed her bikini, and ran to her own yard, letting herself into the house through the rear door. Once there, she nakedly leaned against the door, and smiled.
CHAPTER THREE
The movie had turned out to be one of the boring Sci-fi rip-offs of the science fiction movie that had started the trend. Donna decided, halfway through it, that she didn't want to watch it any longer. No wonder Roz hadn't been willing to see it again.
Wearing a red halter and tight blue jeans, Donna emerged from the theater, hopped a bus, and was soon one block from her home. As she walked along the tree-shaded street, she once again started imagining herself in the arms of her father, being treated gently, lovingly. She was certain anything her mother was capable of offering, she was equally capable of offering.
The air was redolent with sweet smells that afternoon, and she realized, as she approached her home, that her father was not the man for whom she should be dreaming. Rather she ought to be dreaming about Roz's father. After all, he was every bit as much a man as her own father. Sure he was shorter and more squat, but he had that look of total virility about him, and from the smiles she had seen on the face of Roz's mother, she knew Paul Brighton was capable of bringing a woman to total satisfaction.
Donna entered her house through the front door, certain she was alone. She headed for her bedroom to leave her purse when she noticed underclothing lying on her parents' bed. Knowing how fastidious her mother was, Donna was certain Gail hadn't left Richard's underwear simply lying around.
Walking into her parents' bedroom, she saw the rest of her father's clothing strewn all about the place, and she realized her father was home. Since this was Friday, it wasn't too unusual. As he wasn't in the house, Donna figured him to be outside in the backyard.
Going to her own bedroom, she hurriedly changed into her red bikini with the white polka dots, and was about to step outside when she heard the earth-shattering yell from her father. It was the same yell she had heard the times he was making love to her mother, and Donna smiled to herself, thinking her mother might have gotten a day off, and the two of them were out there, in the backyard, having all kinds of a good time.
Instead of going out, she discreetly returned to her parents' bedroom and peered out the window. The large umbrella covering the double chaise hid everything, but she waited patiently.
Five minutes went by, and she was shocked to see Roz suddenly stand and move out from behind the umbrella. She was even more shocked to see Roz was totally naked. The long brunette jumped into the swimming pool, her braids flying, and a minute later, Donna saw her father stand from behind the umbrella, as Roz leaped out of the pool and ran home. Donna caught sight of her father's semi-erect penis as he strolled toward the house. She didn't need a close-up of it to know he had been using it on Roz.
God! God! If only he had fucked her instead of Roz. It galled Donna. Still, if her father had to cheat, and he wasn't going to use his own daughter, Donna was almost pleased that he had used her friend, Roz.
Funny, but only this morning she, Donna, had told Roz how sexy and attractive she had thought Roz's father to be. But here was Roz, fucking with her father. It was almost as if Roz had stolen the idea from Donna. Well more than one person would be able to play at this game. Donna intended scoring with Paul Brighton.
At the age of eighteen, she was no longer a child. She knew her likes and dislikes, and the time had come for her to stop behaving like some prim little virgin. Her virginity had been self-enforced, basically because, like Roz, Donna didn't like the idea of some self concerned clod taking advantage of her to cause her pain. What she wanted was a full-fledged love-affair. Like Roz, Donna was a highly emotional girl, but unlike Roz, Donna was more sensible. She knew an affair with Roz's father would not be a permanent thing. But it would be a beginning, a start, and a proper lead-in to a happy sex life. Donna was intent on having one very happy sex life long before she settled down and got married. When she finally did marry, sex would not be a determining factor, since it would the one reason why she would continue dating any man' for a prolonged length of time. If she didn't get along sexually with a man right from the start, she would have nothing to do with him, afterward.
The important thing, as Donna saw it, was to get sex out of the way and then determine compatibility. There were so many different ways to be compatible, and Donna didn't want sex to be in the way.
In spite of the fact that Paul Brighton looked like some kind of Neanderthal, Donna knew he was extremely intelligent. The low forehead did not denote a small brain, as some people claimed. The man was an obvious genius in his line of work, or he would never have made it to the top so quickly. He was also the kind of man capable of facing any situation and handling it without being outwardly surprised. Donna wondered how he was going to handle her. There was only one way to find out, so she returned to her own bedroom, removed her bikini, slipped on a tee shirt, shorts, and sandals, and then took some money and left the house before her father came back in.
CHAPTER FOUR
For June it was unusually hot, and Donna was glad the buses leading to Denver were air-conditioned. She knew the various men, including the bus driver, were staring at her as she got on the bus. It was more than her having a pretty face and a nice figure. She had no brassiere on under her tee shirt, and the pinkness of her nipples, pressing against the white, almost translucent fabric of the shirt, was almost clearly visible. She didn't particularly care what they thought. Let them look. As far as she was concerned, it was a pleasure being a little bit of a tease. She didn't actually flaunt herself at the men, and her firm breasts were small enough so they didn't bounce under her shirt. Besides, she had the bottom of the shirt tucked firmly into her pants short, short hot pants that let everyone see the delightful contours of her tanned, shapely thighs and calves.
The bus ride took almost thirty minutes, and when she finally got off, she found city air almost stifling compared to the suburban air of Galen. Still, she smiled as she walked through the throngs of people on the sidewalks as she headed for the building where she knew Consolidated Electrodynamics was located.
She entered the building with no hesitation whatsoever, heading for the correct elevator, and riding it up to the proper floor. There were many floors occupied by the company, but having been here before, Donna knew on which floor the corporate offices were located.
It was almost five o'clock, and on Friday that meant the building was all but empty. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought that Paul Brighton might have already left for the day. There was also the faint possibility she might catch him in the middle of an affair, though she doubted it. Her "Uncle Paul" as she had come to know him, though extremely sexy, at least in her own eyes, was too occupied with his work to think in terms of having affairs. Granted, other women were probably just as interested in trying to make time with him as Donna was, but Paul Brighton was not the kind of man to enter into an affair lightly. After all, the man had a reputation to protect, and he would have to be certain of the female. Although the possibility did exist that some woman actually did manage to penetrate the mental armor with which he surrounded himself, Donna was betting on his fidelity, at least up until today.
Unlike Roz, Donna was extremely conscious of sexuality emanating from different men. She was also conscious of the looks men gave her. Where her mind was closed to the possibility of her own father looking at her with desire, she was easily able to see it in the eyes of Paul Brighton. She had no idea that his initial spark of interest was for his own daughter, nor did she know that he had turned his mental attention to Donna to simply use her as a substitute for his own daughter. As far as she was concerned, the desire lighting up the eyes of Paul Brighton was desire solely for her. Donna was well aware he would be initially taken aback at her openly declared intention to have an affair with him, but she also shrewdly guessed that he would not foolishly allow the opportunity to pass.
She finally found the outer office leading to his, and was pleased his private secretary had already left for the weekend. The door leading to Paul's inner office was slightly ajar, and Donna walked over to it and peered around it. Paul Brighton was inside, finishing up some paperwork. He was getting ready to leave for the day.
Donna boldly stepped in and shut the door behind her. She looked around the office at the cedar paneling, the rich thickness of the carpeting, the immensity of the oak desk, and the volumes of books on the shelves lining the walls behind the desk. Off to the right was what, at first glance, looked like a sofa, with a covering and cushions. Closer inspection would reveal it was a daybed with bolsters to create the sofa like impression. It had green covers flecked with little strands of gold.
Paul Brighton was stacking some papers on his desk, opening a drawer at his lower left, and putting the papers inside. Donna wasted no time silently walking over to the desk, and as he closed the drawer and sat up, she said, "Uncle Paul?"
Paul looked up and blinked. He was wearing glasses for close work, and taking them off, recognized Donna. He had no idea why she was there, but automatically assumed she had come to Denver on some kind of shopping spree or possibly just to window shop. Whatever the reason, she had obviously stopped by hoping for a possible lift back home.
"Donna," he smiled, looking over the trim figure barely hidden beneath the white tee shirt and hot pants. She was standing in such a way that light coming from the window to his right played over her and made her tee shirt almost see-through. His mind immediately began hungering for her, once again smitten with the idea of possessing this lovely creature, though he kept his face consciously straight, intent she should never read the salaciousness on his countenance.
Donna didn't have to read his face. He was unable to hide the bright gleam in his eyes, reassuring Donna she had made the right move.
"What are you doing here at this time of day, honey?" he asked. "Are you looking for a lift home?"
"Afterward," she nodded.
"After what?" he asked, leaning back in his swivel chair.
"After we make love," she said, as calmly as she might have said something about having a snack. Paul Brighton was inwardly terrified for a moment. Was the young blonde reading his mind? How was it possible for her to divine what he had been thinking? Yet to simply condone something like this outright and agree would possibly ruin him.
Remaining outwardly calm, Paul gestured to the round-backed leather-covered chair in front of his desk and said, "Don't you think this bears some discussion, first?"
"If you wish," Donna replied, sitting down. "You needn't worry about our being overheard by anyone, though. The outer office is empty, and all the employees on this floor have gone for the day. We're very much alone, and as you can see, Uncle Paul, I'm not carrying any recording devices."
"Still, what you're proposing is not something to be taken lightly," Paul told her, shifting uncomfortably in his chair, crossing his legs to hide his erection. "I'm not taking this lightly," she replied. "I've been giving this quite a bit of thought, and I believe you'll agree this is something you want as much as I. In fact, the possibility exists that you want it even more than I. Let's not be hypocritical, Uncle Paul. Let's be honest from the outset."
"Very well," he shrugged. "I admit it. You're a beautiful girl, Donna, and though I've been faithful to my wife all these years, in the words of a famous president, I'll concede to having committed adultery in my mind more than once. I'll go so far as to admit I've imagined myself making love to you. There! I've said it! Now that I've admitted it, shall we go before we do something we might both regret, dear child?"
"I'm not a child, Uncle Paul," she said, smiling. "I'm eighteen, only two months younger than Roz. I know what I want. Let me be perfectly frank. At the moment I'm still a virgin. My virginity does not stem from my upbringing, at least not from a moral standpoint. I'm a virgin simply because I've never found any males my own age with whom I-want to be initiated. My first time has to be with a man who cares enough for me to give me a minimum of pain and a maximum of pleasure.
"That's logical," he admitted, feeling the desire in him growing by leaps and bounds to where it would shortly overwhelm his common sense so that he would succumb. "I'm glad you're not acting like a silly middle-aged man, spouting about a morality in which neither of us really believes," Donna smiled. "I want more than a one-time fling with you, Uncle Paul. I want a full-fledged affair with you. You don't have to make me your mistress in the full sense of the word. I'm not looking for a fancy apartment, a swollen bank account, or all kinds of different luxuries. At the moment I want this simply for the sake of the act itself. You see, women enjoy sex as much as men, or so I've heard from some of the girls in college I've known. They've gone into great deal about the different things they do, and I'm quite willing to do all of them with you. So let's not say a lot of meaningless things about this not being right, and spend the next half hour-or-so, enjoying ourselves."
Standing, Paul walked around to the front of the desk, in no way attempting to hide the bulge in the front of his pants. "You're right," he said to Donna. "Any objections on my part would be a lot of clap-trap. However, the taking of your virginity is something which we can't simply go ahead and do. After all, there are things we have to look out for, such as the possibility of your becoming pregnant. Let's face it, Donna. If you and I do indulge, I have no intention of wearing a condom. Nor would I think you'd want me to. By the same token I have no intention of making you big-bellied. So the first time you and I become involved in something like this will be after you've started on the Pill. You can't take the Pill haphazardly, you know. You have to start at a particular time of the cycle of your menstrual period, and end at a specific time."
"That makes sense," Donna agreed, also standing. "But I need some kind of guarantee this isn't a stall on your part to put me off. I think you and I should do something, anything, merely as proof that you'll go all the way with me when the time comes."
Before Paul was able to reply, the lovely blonde walked over to him, threw her lithe arms around his neck, pulled his head down, and kissed him hungrily. Her mouth completely covered his while her tongue pried his lips apart and began darting around his in a provocative dance. She snuggled close, taunting him with her nearness.
Paul Brighton suddenly felt very young. The lovely little blonde had a way about her of making him think the twenty years between them didn't exist at all. "HUMMMMMMMMM!" she sighed, finally unwinding her arms from around his neck and slipping away from him. "That was nice, Uncle Paul, very nice. I've been wanting one of those for the past two years."
"So have I," he admitted.
"Then let's make up for lost time," she insisted. He answered simply by sweeping her slender figure into his arms. Paul hugged her to him and vigorously began kissing her face and mouth. His tongue probed deeply into the sweet warmth of her mouth and he pulled her to him all the more firmly, pressing the roundness of her breasts into his chest.
"AHHHHHHHHH," she moaned softly as they hungrily kissed again, and then separated as he released her. "Another kiss like that, and I don't care about pills and things like that. I'll show you just how round my heels are."
Paul smiled. He had to admit Donna was the most precocious girl he had ever known. Granted, he still would have preferred his own daughter, Roz, but that idea was logically out of the question. Incest was something one did not indulge in.
Therefore he had to be satisfied with this lovely, quite obviously uninhibited beauty. He would have to be foolish to feel sorry for himself, under the circumstances. Two minutes earlier, he hadn't even had Donna.
If he had to have an affair, Donna was the perfect mistress. As for her declaration about not wanting expensive things, well, there were ways to get around it, like hiring her to work for the summer and paying her far in excess of what her occupation required. She was like no other female he had ever met, and as a result, he decided he definitely wanted her.
She stepped over to the window, letting the light shine through her tee shirt, allowing him to see the silhouetted curves of her lovely form. The shirt did almost nothing to hide her body. Her breasts, two sun-golden melons pressing against the fabric of her tee shirt and though they were not nearly as large as Roz's, they were large enough, and certainly far more firm. The twin mounds of flesh pushed enticingly outward, the pinkness of each areola darkly visible, rising and falling in an enticing rhythm beneath the fondling of his stare.
His eyes drifted over the narrow flatness of her belly, and he was well aware of the slight tremors of abandonment rippling under the sleek flatness of her abdomen when his gaze probed the deep, sensual well of her navel, suddenly visible as her torturous breathing caused the lower half of the shirt to pull out of the hot pants she was wearing.
There was no way he was able to ignore the supple slenderness of her lovely thighs. She was no more than five-foot-four, yet it seemed those perfectly formed calves and legs rose forever, leading his eyes to the feminine protrusion of her pelvis, pushing as it did against the hot pants.
He surprised Donna with his willingness to accept the situation, and she was taken aback when he reached out and lovingly caressed her cheeks. Unable to help herself, she took one of his hands and lightly kissed the palm. The two of them exchanged smiles, and now they knew they had embarked on a course from which there would be no return. It thrilled Donna that everything was coming about so much more easily than she had expected.
Donna took his hands and pressed them firmly against her breasts, wanting to know the feel of him on the intimate parts of her body. The smile on her face invited him to move his fingers and fondle, and Paul do so, feeling like a youth of nineteen all over again.
Her face was still the innocent face of the beautiful girl who had grown up next door, but her body was definitely that of a woman. Her golden breasts were warm under the shirt and he longed to touch her silken flesh. With a finger he made circles around each of her breasts, tracing the fullness of each little mound. God! It had been so long since he had touched any woman other than Lyn, his wife. Lyn, like Roz, had huge breasts, but because the mother was older than her daughter, time had started taking its toll on Lyn's breasts. Though they weren't exactly duffel bags, they weren't able to stand up as they once had. To feel such upstanding, youthful breast sent electricity coursing through Paul Brighton as he had never felt it during the past nineteen of his twenty married years.
Donna maintained that innocently girlish expression on her lovely face, but her sensuous body was already betraying her. The aroused tremors quaking through her, revealed the true fires ignited within her intensely young body.
She tugged her shirt up and over her head, tossing it on the floor, revealing for the first time the beauty of her ball-like mounds of mammarial flesh. The fact that they were tan like the rest of her attested to the fact that she, like Roz, occasionally sunbathed in the nude, when no one else was around and they were able to use the big umbrella to hide them on the dual chaise in her backyard.
"You're a stunningly beautiful girl," he said to her, his dancing eyes and hands now exploring the silken tenderness of her breast flesh. His fingertips brushed over the tantalizing pink forms of her sleeping nipples. With a tremor of uncontrolled excitement they roused themselves from their lethargy, reaching out toward him in stiffly swollen arousal.
"Come now, Miss Sander," he said, addressing her straightforwardly, a man talking to a woman rather than an uncle talking to his "niece." He leaned forward and with his lips teased the delicate lobe of her right ear. "You've come here to be examined by me, as if trying to decide whether or not you're a prime specimen, ripe for the beginning of my harem."
"Just as long as I'm the only woman in the harem other than Aunt Lyn," she insisted.
"But of course," he nodded. "However, now that we've started the examination, we can't go about this half-heartedly, can we?"
"Of course not," she agreed, understanding him completely. It was as if an instant rapport had established itself between the two of them. With a couple of definitely tantalizing wiggles the beautiful young blonde slid the hot pants around her hips to the floor, letting them pool around her ankles, letting him see she wore no panties underneath.
"Ohhhhhhh yessssss...." he breathed, his voice hissing out his desire. "I think we just might be able to do business together, you and I. The question is, just how far are you willing to go to prove your sincerity concerning our relationship."
"As far as you wish," she smiled.
"What language did you study in high school?" he asked.
"Spanish," she replied.
"That was the wrong language, my dear," he told her. "I'm about to teach you a different language; French." With one last squeeze, his hands abandoned the roundness of her breasts and drifted down to her sides. He permitted his left palm to slide around and caress the fleshy moons of her tight buttocks, while his other hand reached down to cup the pouting swell of her tantalizing pelvis. She had much more hair there than his own wife. In fact, she had a lush blonde jungle covering her pubis.
But the hairs did not drift down and surround her cuntlips in profusion. There were some few golden strands around her labia, but the lush growth was strictly above her vagina, not hampering his sight of the rich coral lips already dribbling anxiously and waiting for attention.
Donna trembled and moaned as Paul gently massaged the plump rise of her femininity. Then he tickled a finger between the sodden lips of her virginal cunt, slowly sliding the tip into the definitely sodden interior of her tight vale. She moaned a second time. It was the first time anyone other than herself had touched her down there, and Donna had to admit it was far more exciting for a man's fingers to touch her than her own, especially when the man was her Uncle Paul. He began pushing the finger into her quim to the first digit, then sliding it out, pumping it back and forth, in no way attempting to penetrate her virginal tightness any deeper. Donna gasped and quaked, unused to this, wondering if she would be able to handle it, after all.
"Uncle Paul," she asked, her voice suddenly very husky with the lust continually building in her, "are you sure we should be doing this?"
"But of course," he replied, certain she was teasing him. "I am a French teacher, and it is the teacher's job to motivate his students, Miss Sander," he explained, attempting very hard to sound almost formal. "With the proper motivation, a good French student can accomplish all goals set for her."
"I definitely feel motivated," she gasped, fire burning through her shuddering form when he pushed his finger into her and kept it there, rubbing her clitoral nodule with his thumb.
"Are you certain?" he asked.
"Yes, yes, yes," she nodded. "I want to learn my French lesson, now." He smiled at her and nodded. Without being told, Donna understood what was expected of her. Her Uncle Paul was testing her to determine her sincerity. Well she would show him she was definitely intent on going through with this. Her brilliant blue eyes shone up at him, letting him see the willingness in them for what was expected of her.
"French is a relatively easy language to learn," he told her, his hand reaching down and pulling down the zipper of his pants so he was able to reach in pull out the thick length of his throbbing cock. It was monstrous, all right. Donna, who had seen her own father's, knew this one was almost as long, but it looked smaller because it was unquestionably thicker. It was so thick she was worried she might dislocate her jaw.
"To master the language," Paul went on, "one must be able to control and manipulate the lips and the tongue." Standing where he was, above the nakedly kneeling eighteen-year-old, Paul watched as her beautiful blue eyes lowered to the very stiff length of his throbbing penis. Sensually, her lips parted. The wet pinkness of her tiny tongue languidly washed across her lips in preparation for what was to come.
Donna knew this was not the time for hesitation. She moved forward. With a taunting slowness, displaying an innate ability she had never known herself to have, her head tilted forward. The tip of her pink tongue, only the very tip uncurled from her mouth and tapped against the swollen crown of his vibrant cock.
Vibrating sensations of flaming pleasure began racing wildly through his hairy groin. His testicles, each as big as a hen's egg, were tightly gripped in the security of his scrotum as it pulled up into his groin, causing aching need to blister through him. He moaned softly, while his throbbing length of flesh steel jerked and twitched in the air before her face.
Her eyes rolled back to him, and seeing she had him where she wanted him, a pleased smile played at the corners of her mouth while impish light danced in the dark centers of the blue pools that were her eyes. Seeing the way he watched her, she leaned forward once again.
This time her tongue did more than tap. Before, when she had taken her tongue away, she had tasted his lubricant, and had found it strangely pleasant. This being the case, she wanted more of it. Her soft, moist oral digit began very gently licking at the glistening tip of his purple glans. In loving, velvet oral caresses she worked her extended lingual probe around and around his throbbing cock-head.
Her eyes were fluttering closed as she became very much engrossed in her task and devoted her entire attention to the length of the pulsating shaft of masculine meat occupying her tongue. With almost worshipping tenderness, the beautiful Donna laved and bathed the sensitive underside of Paul's trembling glans. Doing so only aroused Donna that much more, and her moans mingled with the oral sounds of her shuddering tongue.
Her head tilted a bit more now. She saw the way his entire body was coming to life beneath the marvelous attention her tongue was giving his penis. Her tongue ran up and down the length of the organ, top and bottom as well as both sides, and Paul stared, unable to connect the female doing this to him with the little girl he used to dandle on his knee along with his own daughter.
When she had finished licking and wetting down the entire penile length, she once more pulled away and gazed up at him. The pleasure written in his face told her she was doing as good a job as she had hoped.
Now her mouth formed a tightly puckered circle. She leaned forward again, pushing her face closer and closer to the throbbing instrument gripped by her right hand, homing in once more on the head that leaked oil like an eye cried tears.
Totally hypnotized by the beauty of the lovely girl doing this, he stared at the luscious ring of her beautiful lips kissing the fat arrowhead of his swollen cock. Her mouth opened just a little bit wider and slid over his throbbing glans.
Paul moaned while the saliva-slickened shaft of his vibrant cock totally vanished into the beautiful blonde's mouth. Over the wonderful pink velvet carpet of her slick tongue his penis rode and her head came closer and closer to his thighs. She accepted him, swallowing every last inch of his throbbing prick, taking the head into her gullet with almost no difficulty at all. She choked only once, then relaxed and let her gullet open wide to accept the organ. Her head pushed even farther forward until her lips were buried in the hairy bush covering his pelvis, and every last millimeter of cock was being washed by her oral interior.
Instinctively, she slowly began reversing the procedure, inching her head backward. As her face came away, her lips remained taut and she sucked all the more hardily, her teeth applying just the right amount of pressure to set him on fire. She worked at the cock with a sexual abandonment she had not thought herself capable of. Now, for the first time, Donna began to understand just what was going on inside her. She shuddered because of the intensity of her feelings. Her extended tongue whipped and twirled around the pulsing pole she orally possessed, and when her lips surrounded the aching plum-colored head of his glans, she shoved her face forward again, sucking in the entire length of him.
His knees began quivering beneath him. Paul had been blown by his wife often enough, and Lyn was as expert a woman as he had ever hoped to find, but the newness of Donna's mouth had him totally entranced. He fought to maintain his stance beneath the vigorous attack of her delightful mouth. Again and again her head slid back and forth. She was more than sucking his cock with her mouth. She was fucking him with her face.
His weighty balls lurched and rocked in the tightness of their scrotum. The fire of his need built ever higher, raging with an intensity he hadn't felt since the first night he had taken Lyn to bed. Back and forth Donna rocked, sucking and licking with the uncontrolled persistence that was going to bring his balls spurting out their contents in a matter of seconds.
Donna wanted to pull her head back again, to smile at him, to tease him and ask him if she was doing well. But Paul jammed her face into his groin, all but suffocating her as he rode his throbbing cock in and out of her sucking mouth.
Donna pinched her newfound lover's buttocks, and when he pulled back for a moment, she said to him, "My period comes very regularly, Uncle Paul. It's never deviated. Once every twenty-eight days, like clockwork. This is the twenty-sixth day, so my ovulating time is long gone. I want you to fuck me. Don't worry, I won't become pregnant. But I have to be fucked. It's important you fuck me here, now."
"Let me get a towel from the bathroom," he said. "You'll bleed when I break your hymen."
"I lost my hymen three years ago, playing tennis," she told him. "I bled when I didn't have my period and I went to the doctor. He examined me and told me what had happened. So fuck me now, on the floor of your office."
She lay back and spread her thighs, and he, without even thinking, tore off his clothing. His eyes focused on the rich pinkness of her soaked vagina, standing out in almost base relief from the tan color of her thighs and the golden crown of her pubic hair. Tiny droplets of her moisture clung to her pelvic fleece, making them look like strands of shining gold. He realized her sucking of his cock had been almost as delightful for her as it had been for him.
Grinning, she raised her thighs and spread them even wider. Her arms were held out to him as if welcoming him.
He stood nakedly over her now, his hard cock continuing to twitch its needy stiffness for her admiring eyes. Unlike Roz, Donna had no doubts concerning her ability to handle a cock. Men's cocks were made to plumb women's cunts. Paul was a man, and she was a woman. No matter how long or thick he was, she was certain her body would adjust to his breadth. He grinned at her then lowered himself into the gap between her widespread, inviting, golden thighs.
Neither of them used hands in directing the length of his pulsating rod to her aching cunt. Firm and demanding, his swollen, hard glans nudged against the trembling lips of her virgin cunt. The broad, spade-shaped head slid up and down in her slot before finding the little never-before-breached opening at the bottom. With his palms pressing into the floor to keep his weight off her belly, he pressed forward and down, stretching her narrow tunnel as never before, spearing the full length of his thick cock into her in a single fluid motion. She was completely skewered.
"AAAAAIIIIIYY YYY AAAAGGGGHHHH!" she cried out, agony contorting her features for a brief moment as her interior membranes stretched to accommodate the unbelievable thickness of the vibrantly throbbing penis. He forced his cock as deep as possible and kept the full length of it inside her, letting his weight slowly lower itself on her in order to keep the cock buried. This way her entire interior would adjust to his thickness as quickly as possible. He was so strong within her she found herself unable to make his breadth yield no matter how tightly she contracted her cunt. The swollen length of him had her fully packed.
He waited, soaking in the luxurious heat of her vagina, and two full minutes passed before he finally began to move. When he did move, he didn't inch back slowly. The wonderfully taunting pressures of her mouth had driven his lust to unbelievable heights. His one thought was to bring this beautiful blonde to his own level of arousal as quickly as possible.
Hot, thick, and long, he pulled back and then violently speared into the shuddering depths of her quaking cunt. He crammed his weightiness into her, stuffing the tight envelope of her feminine core with his entire throbbing need. His hips were like uncontrollable jackhammers gone wild, his cock drilling in and out, in and out in an uncontrolled momentum. His hairy pelvis slammed between her pillarly thighs, slapping wetly when flesh met flesh.
Donna felt every wonderful little bit of the length of his continually driving prick. She gave and she took, accepting the bludgeoning thickness that strained its way into the sucking folds of her vibrant vagina. The beautiful blonde savored the breadth of his blood-bloated cock-crown as it continued driving volatilely into the center of her belly, setting off wave after wave of nerve-charging sensation. She was feeling the good part of it now, and it was better than anything her own finger had ever brought about. Oh God! It was wonderful, and she mentally patted herself on the back for having come here today.
Donna tightened the soft, spongy walls of her sucking vagina, tautly squeezing them solidly around the firmness of his fleshy length of cock. Her cunt now sucked at his penis as firmly as her mouth had done only moments before.
Her own hips matched the wild, stroking madness of his hammering pelvis. She continually hunched and humped while the flames of thrilling passion seared through her pounding veins and arteries.
Together their bodies worked in a natural unison toward the same destination. Stroke for stroke, drive for drive, hips slammed against thighs in an ever-increasing tempo. The two of them clung desperately to one another.
In and out he rammed the solid steel-centered hardness of his flesh-covered cock. Repeatedly the hungering mouth of her anxious pussy accepted the almost totally brutal ravagings of his uncontrolled desire. She accepted it, and she loved it! Donna moaned and pleaded for more, her lips pursed at the man's ear, begging him to drive all the harder and all the deeper into her willing body.
Sensation was now on a one-way trip to the cosmos. There were no stopping the feelings mutually swelling within the two of them. Together they rose on a nonstop journey to ecstasy.
Donna's short nails made little marks in Paul's hair-covered back but they weren't long enough to actually cut him. She clawed with her fingertips, making him aware of her desperate need for release from the passion that had taken total control of her body.
His hands wedged themselves between the tightness of their tautly compressed, sweat slick bodies. He managed to reach with his fingers and surround the solid little globes of her breasts. His hands squeezed and kneaded the pliant mounds with each thrusting drive of his vibrant cock into her slurping womanly chamber.
The world suddenly dissolved beneath Donna. "HHHHHAAAAAIIIIIGGGGGHHHHH-YYYYYUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she shrieked as she came, her body quaking with the full force of the uncontrollable feelings unleashed within her vibrant body. She groaned and pitched her hips upward, the movement allowing him to drive even deeper into her cock-hungry cunt. She abandoned herself to the wonderful sexual oblivion that rushed in and engulfed her.
At the same time Paul reached his own satisfaction, his control crumbling, his testicles exploding in release from the boiling flood they held.
"YYYYAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH-AAAAAWWWWWNNNNNGGGGHHHH!" he bellowed as heatedly thick seminal fluid blasted from his penis and spewed into her in a strong, thin stream. The gumminess of it splattered all over the walls of her vagina, the wonderful warmth giving her feeling of loving reassurance from the man on top of her.
Spurt after spurt of heavy sperm splattered from his penis into the oven like depths of her steaming cunt until her vagina was filled to overflowing. A wet, pearl-colored line of the ointment trickled out of her and ran down her buttocks.
Drained and exhausted, the two of them collapsed, Paul's limp cock still inside the clutching grasp of the blonde girl's cunt. Now that she had it, she didn't want to let go of it.
"Was it good for you?" she asked, having to know.
"Better than I can remember," he admitted. "For you?"
"It was heaven-on-earth," she admitted. "I'll start on the Pill as soon as I can. I want more of this, Uncle Paul."
"You're a big girl now, Donna," he told her. "You can drop the 'llncle.' "
"Only in private," she insisted. "This is our own precious little secret, and as long as I go on calling you 'llncle' in public, there's a better chance of no one guessing about us."
"You're right," he admitted. Turning his head, he looked at the wall clock to the right, and said, "If we don't hurry, everyone will wonder why we're both so late. Come on," he said, pulling his cock from her cunt.
She rose to her knees as he stood, and she insisted on licking his penis until all the sperm and her own juices were gone. Then she used his executive bathroom to wash herself out. Afterward, they dressed, went down to the basement, got into his Dodge Omni, and drove to Galen.
CHAPTER FIVE
Roz was looking out the front window when her father's car pulled into the driveway. She was surprised to see Donna get out of the car and open the garage door for him. Donna had supposedly been seeing a movie in Galen. Her father had come from Denver.
When her father came into the house a few minutes later, she ran to him, kissed him, and without saying anything, was suddenly aware her father had indulged in some kind of sexual play. She had often smelled him this way when he had come from the bedroom after making love to her mother. She hadn't associated the smell with sex until today, when she had finished making it with Richard Sander. He, too, had suddenly exuded a strong arousing odor from his pores. Actually the odor had started while they were in the middle of their brief foreplay and had enhanced when he had licked her cunt, building to its height when he had fucked her. But it had remained on him when he had finished, though she assumed his taking a swim and washed it off. However, wherever her father was, he had neither swam nor showered after his sexual bout, and the odor of sex clung to him.
Too smart to ask him about where he had encountered Donna, Roz decided, after kissing her father, to hurry next door and see her friend before Donna had a chance to take a shower. She wanted to see if Donna also exuded a sexy aroma.
"Be back in a minute," she said to her father, and hurried next door. As usual, she just opened the front door and went right in. Richard was there in the living room, his eyes shining with a new kind of love he felt for her, but his mouth greeting her in the old familiar, "Hi, Roz, Donna's in her room."
Going to Donna's room, Roz knocked on the door, and her friend asked who was there. When Roz identified herself, Donna let her in. The blonde girl had already stripped down to her bare skin and she was rubbing her body with a moist towelette, as if trying to wash some of the dried perspiration from her. But she was unable to wash the scent of Paul Brighton from her body, a scent Roz knew only too well.
"You did it, didn't you,"Roz said. "You did just what you said you would like to do."
"What are you talking about?" Donna asked, taking fresh undies from her bureau drawer and slipping into them.
"You had an affair with my father, didn't you?" Roz asked.
"Yes," Donna said, casually. She said nothing about what she had witnessed earlier, curious to know how far Roz was going to take this.
"Why?" Roz asked. "I told you why. I was sick and tired of being a virgin, of not knowing what it was like to have a man make love to me. I certainly wasn't going to let myself be loved by those idiots from the university. They'd have poked into me, emptied themselves, and then they'd have pulled out and have gone, leaving me high and dry."
"W-was it good?" Roz asked, dying to know if her father was as good a lover as Richard Sander.
"Yes," Donna said, quietly. "He was very good, very gentle, and he made the whole thing really worthwhile."
"I guess that's all that really counts," Roz shrugged. "Asking why you had to single out my daddy would be foolish in spite of your explanations."
"All right, Roz, you want to know everything so I'll tell you everything. I've had a crush on your dad for some time now. No, let me amend that. I've had a crush on my own dad, yes my father. Don't look so shocked. I've always wanted to go to bed with him. But I knew that would be impossible, and so I focused on the next father-figure, your dad. I allowed myself to think I was in love with him. In a way I guess I really am in love with him. He makes me feel like a grown-up woman. Since I can't have my own father make love to me, I'm using your father. Do you object?"
"N-no," Roz admitted. "I can't object, since I've always felt about my father the way you feel about yours. But you know darn well we'll never be able to do anything with our own fathers."
"Probably not, which is why I'm going to go on using your father. You can go on using my father."
"Wh-what do you mean?" Roz asked. "I saw the two of you at the pool today," Donna admitted. "That is, I heard you, and then I saw you nakedly stand up and jump into the pool. I didn't have to have a building fall on me to tell me what had happened.
"But with us it was an accident," Roz said softly. "We didn't mean for it to happen. It just did."
"Well I meant for it to happen and I don't feel the least bit sorry about it," Donna insisted. "You can let this drive a wedge between us, Roz," the blonde girl said, "or you can look on it for what it is, something between your father and me, and my father and you, that's no one else's business."
"I'm not angry or really disappointed," Roz admitted. "I suppose if my dad had to have an affair, he chose the best woman."
"I think the same thing," Donna nodded.
CHAPTER SIX
By the time Lyn Brighton was home, Roz already had the roast in the oven and she knew it wouldn't be much longer before it was done. Lyn looked very much like her daughter, except that she was a little less hippy. Facially, she had more delicate features than Roz, and her dark-brown hair was always in an upsweep.
Lyn and Gail Sander had finished at the bank and had gotten home by bus at quarter to seven. They always went to and from work together, and had become the best of friends over the years. One-never had a party without inviting the other, and though both sometimes felt that covetous desire to sample the other's husband, out of respect for her friend, neither did it.
However, when she had gotten off the bus today, Lyn had told Gail to go on ahead because she had some last-minute shopping to complete. The supermarket was only a few blocks from their home, so Lyn had walked it, picked up some vegetables, then hurried home.
After depositing her pack of groceries in the kitchen, Lyn went to the master bedroom to change for dinner. She didn't want to risk getting this dress dirty since she intended wearing it again next week, sometime. She didn't have that many working dresses, though she was able to afford them since her husband made a good living. She simply didn't see the need for throwing good money away on a dress for work.
She was in her half slip and brassiere when Paul came into the room to peel off his underthings and change into others. This was odd because Paul almost never changed underwear at night. He slept in the nude, with her, and every morning he put on fresh underthings. On the rare occasions when he made love to her in the middle of the afternoon, he would rest afterward, and then, just before dinner, he would change into fresh underthings. Curious, she waited until he stepped into the master bathroom to empty his bladder, and she picked up his undershirt. It had a slightly damp feel to it.
Lyn was certain her husband had indulged in sex. She reasoned that the undershirt was only mildly damp for one of two reasons. Either he had indulged a few hours ago very heavily, or he had indulged recently, a quickie, so to speak, not giving him a chance to perspire too much.
Putting on another house dress, a green one with white lines running through it, Lyn left the bedroom and went to speak with Roz who was in the kitchen, basting the roast.
"Hi, mom," Roz greeted, smiling.
"Hello, darling," Lyn replied. "Have a good day?"
"I swam with Donna for awhile, and then we went shopping. Afterward I came home while Donna stayed to see a movie."
"Daddy come home at the usual time?" she asked. "Just about," Roz nodded, closing the oven. Well if her husband came home at about the usual time, that meant he had to indulge himself after he had gotten home, or so Lyn wrongly reasoned. Besides, his getting home at about the usual time meant he wouldn't have had too much time in his office for anything but a quickie, if he were playing with someone there. This translated to his undershirt having dried off much sooner, had such a thing happened. The sweat-wet undershirt meant only one thing. Her husband had indulged in a quickie recently. It had to be a quickie or the undershirt would have been much wetter.
"Did you go out when you came home?" Lynn asked her daughter.
"I went to see Donna for a little while," Roz admitted. "When her mother got home, I came back here to check on the roast."
"What time was that, dear?" Lyn asked. Roz, curious why her mother was asking such questions, knew better than to pry. So she told her mother, "I think it was about twenty or twenty-five minutes before you came home."
Well, well, Lyn reasoned. My daughter is at her friend's house. Gail comes home without me, and Paul invites her in. The two of them have a quick go at it, then Gail goes home. Well if Gail can play around with my husband, I can play around with hers.
It really didn't make that much sense, but it was the only theory Lyn was able to formulate. It never occurred to her for one moment that her husband might touch Donna. It had to be Gail. So she decided what was good for the gander was good for the goose.
"Have a good day?" she sweetly asked her husband when he came into the large eat-in kitchen.
"I had to stay at the office about a half hour longer than usual," he admitted.
Too bad, Lyn thought. You might have found another playmate. Lyn was unaware that her husband stayed at his office longer than the other employees. She therefore reasoned it was all but impossible for him to have an affair at the office without his secretary knowing about it. His secretary was a sixty-three-year-old nosy biddy who, because of her morality, would have reported such an affair to Lyn. So the affair had to have taken place after he had come from work. It was definitely Gail in her mind.
Fine! If Gail was able to play with Paul, then she was free to play with Richard.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lyn's opportunity at infidelity came the following day. It was a hot June Saturday, and Paul decided to go to the country club and get in a few rounds of golf. Gail wanted to buy some new summer outfits, and both Donna and Roz decided to go with her. There was a sale at one of the Denver stores, the second or third-largest department store in the city, and Lyn knew if Gail went there with the two girls, she wouldn't see them until sometime in the late afternoon.
Going to her bedroom, Lyn got out of her clothing and slipped into an all-black bikini. As she was putting it on, making sure at least half of each breast fitted into the C-sized cups, she looked through her back window across to the next lawn and saw Richard out there, in his swim trunks.
Richard was there for a good reason. He was hot, very hot, and not because of the temperature. He had tried taking his lust out on his wife earlier that morning, but it had been a temporary satisfaction. Gail had enjoyed herself immensely that morning. Richard had fucked into her with a renewed vigor, the like of which she hadn't felt for quite some time. She'd had three orgasms to his one, and when it was over, she wore nothing but smiles. She had showered, dressed quickly, and had gone off with the girls.
Richard had felt a nagging in his groin, a need for more satisfaction. It wasn't that Gail wasn't good enough. It was simply that having tasted a new, different cunt after so many years, he now had the urge for more than his wife had to offer. He knew he would eventually calm down. Very possibly he and Roz would have more fun together in the future, but at the moment he was burning with yearning, and so had put on his trunks and had gone to his swimming pool with the idea that a good swim would calm him down.
Wasting no time, he went to the deep side of the pool, and dove in. The water was definitely warm and comforting. He almost wished it was cold to shock him out of his inner desire.
He sighed, then he rolled over and began floating on his back, letting the hot sun tan his face a little more. There was nothing better than a good swim to wash away the kind of tension he was feeling at this particular moment. He smiled, remembering his initial protests when his wife and daughter had told him how much they had wanted this swimming pool. Now he used it as much as any of them.
He floated for several minutes simply enjoying the feeling of the water lapping around him, buoying him up. Then he rolled over onto his stomach and he began swimming. This was no longer a leisurely swim but vigorous exercise designed to burn up his energy so he would be able to control himself all the better. Hell! If he dragged Gail into the bedroom again, so soon, she might become suspicious. His wife was stunningly beautiful, and she had a suspicious mind as sharp as her face was gorgeous. He swam harder, crossing the pool four times and still going strong.
"Richard, is it all right if I join you?"
He was halfway across the pool, heading for the deep end when he heard the voice, and twisting, he saw Lyn standing at the other end, a bathing cap covering her head. Hell, now there was another good-looking woman. Lyn didn't look to be anywhere near her thirty-eight-years of age. Sure, her tits sagged a little from their own weight, but there really wasn't an ounce of excess flesh on her. Her thighs, like her daughter's, were full and firm, and her face was almost the image of Roz's, save for a slight difference in the nasal structure.
Her womanly bulges were more evident to Richard right now than they had ever been before. The skimpy black bikini did nothing to hide her sleek, supple, delightful curves, and even if her breast wobbled a little, he was turned on by their size, as he had been aroused by Roz's huge mammaries. Gail, like Donna, had small, petite breasts. It was a question of wanting what he was unable to have. Richard knew that, but it didn't keep him from wanting all the same.
"Sure," he invited. "Come on in. The water's fine and I'd love a little company." With a sprightly spring most women half her age were unable to make, Lyn dived into the pool from the side. He watched as her taut body knifed through the air, arced, then cleaved the water neatly as she dove into it. In a second or two her lovely head popped up right beside him. She tossed her head, shaking the water from her tanned face, and smiled, showing large, even white teeth.
"This is wonderful," she gasped. "I hope you don't mind my making a pest out of myself." They had drifted to the side of the pool, and she abruptly kicked out and began floating on her back. Richard shook his head, widely grinning. He also knew her presence was getting him hotter than ever. Suddenly the water wasn't comforting any longer. He went to the side and hoisted himself out of the pool.
"Hey, where are you going?" Lyn asked. "I thought you wanted some company. Fine way to treat a guest."
"Sorry," he smiled. "Thought I'd take a sauna, then have a bit of lunch."
"Oh," Lyn said, her beautiful tan face turning down in a sort of pouting expression, as if accepting it all as a personal rejection. Richard smiled at her as if to assure her it wasn't personal, then walked inside his house. He took a quick shower to wash the chlorinated water off him, then went to his basement where he had built a sauna. The room was separated from the other rooms by a very thick wall, and the door leading into the sauna had dual windows, that is, two panes of glass with air between them.
Once inside, he tightened the towel he now had around his waist in place of the bathing suit, then he turned on the sauna. It was a long, narrow room with a wooden bench running all the way around the walls. He lay down on the one opposite the door and shut his eyes. If he was unable to work the desire out him, maybe he'd be able to sweat it out. Within a few minutes heated air filled the room, and each time he inhaled it felt as if he was breathing in fire. The man closed his eyes more tightly and inhaled deeply, letting warmth fill his pores.
Suddenly he was shivering as a blast of cool, air-conditioned air from the rest of the house made its way into the room. It traveled along his belly and his right side, and then there was the click of the door closing. Opening his eyes, Richard looked up, then hurriedly jerked himself into a sitting position, tugging his towel that much more firmly around his waist.
Lyn had walked in, no longer wearing her bathing cap. He gulped, realizing the sexy desires burning in his body were more overpowering than ever. The beautiful brunette stood there, gazing at him, saying nothing for the moment. A strange smile was playing over her lips, and if Richard didn't know better, he'd think she had come to seduce him. But no, he knew better than that. It was his imagination, basically because of what had happened between himself and Roz the previous day.
The woman was wearing a single towel wrapped around her body, barely covering those wonderfully monumental breasts. The bottom barely touched her soft, tan thighs. The heat made the towel cling so closely, he almost was able to make out what lay beneath.
Lyn took a step toward him and the towel, which she was holding in place, seemingly split along the side, revealing a luscious expanse of shapely, bare hip. She held it in place with an arm under her breasts, and the hand attached to that arm holding it at the side, so above the arm the towel also opened a little and he had a small glimpse of her breast.
"Richard," Lyn said, her voice sounding dreamily sensual to the man.
He was frightened, wondering if it was really possible that she wanted him the way her daughter had, but what he didn't know was that she was equally afraid of being rejected. She approached him carefully, with slow, deliberate steps. Her hips, nice and wide, wagged in an exaggerated fashion. The sight of her caused something to lurch within Richard's aching crotch and he did his best to ignore it. This was the wife of his superior, not to mention the fact that the man was one of his best friends and his close next-door-neighbor.
"Richard!" she whispered again. She stood over him now, her brilliant dark eyes staring very deeply into his own blue orbs. Her free hand reached out and softly, tenderly caressed the side of his face. He was startled, but before he was able to react to the way she had touched him, she leaned all the way down, and the top of the towel flopped open, letting him see the fullness of her breasts. Her face got in the way as her mouth began impressing itself on his, her tongue flicking out, entering his mouth, moving between his teeth, taunting his own tongue. It was no dream. Hell! He knew for sure the mother was after him just as the daughter had been, yesterday. What was more, the mother was just as desirable.
Uncertain for the moment whether he was feeling shock or even more intense desire or very possibly some weird combination of the two the man simply sat there, unable to move while his next-door-neighbor's inciting oral digit swirled around and around in his mouth.
"Dear Richard," the lovely woman said when her lips finally pulled away from his, still leaning over and giving him a totally unobstructed view of her lovely mammaries. "I want you."
"Lyn...." he muttered, his voice strangled in his throat, not knowing what to say at this point. The brunette seductress began smiling, feeling a little better, knowing there would be no rejection. Her dark eyes sparkled with vivid sexual desire as she said, "You know you want me, too.' "Lyn ... we can't...." he gasped. "It's wrong," he told her, trying to ignore the throbbing sensations in his own loins.
"It's just as right for us to do it as it is for Gail to do it with Paul," she insisted.
"What are you talking about?" Richard asked. "Gail and Paul are lovers. I found out about it yesterday," Lyn said.
"What???" Richard gasped, unable to believe it for the moment.
"Don't ask me how I know, but I do," Lyn insisted.
"Why that son of a bitch ... "he roared, ignoring for the moment that he had just as blissfully fucked the man's daughter the previous day.
"Don't get mad, get even," Lyn whispered.
"What do you mean?" Richard asked.
"Make me your lover," she said to him, kneeling in front of him. Now that was an idea. Hell! He'd already fucked the daughter. Why not the mother as well?
Her hand drifted to his waist and she tugged at the lone towel tied there. It finally fell open, revealing the very much awakened hose of his long, hard cock. He shivered with lust his body giving away his inner emotions.
"Now that is what I call one beautiful hunk of male machinery," Lyn whispered, her eyes riveted on the palpitating stem of his upstanding sex. Her dancing fingertips ran very gently, lovingly along the entire enormous length, and she knew it was the littlest bit longer than Paul's. She'd be able to handle it, though. "It's just as wonderful as I'd imagined it to be."
His throbbing prick continued violently twitching in anticipation as the tantalizingly feathery feel of her fingers continued to titillate the organ, moving around and around and around it, teasing the head. Richard was softly moaning while the lovely . Lyn swirled a fingertip over the swelling glans of his rod.
She reached down, cupping the wrinkled sac that dangled so heavily from between his thighs. The touch of her palm was warm and arousing and filled him with a sense of inner comfort. She squeezed very gently rolling the heavy stone like forms of his testicles around in her magnetic hand. The throbbing shaft jerked, a tiny drop of clear fluid oozing from its massive head.
"Lyn, before you go any further, I want you to know, if you don't stop now, there won't be any stopping at all." He was staring down at the woman kneeling between his thighs, knowing the only right thing was for her to stop, but at the same time aching for more of the feel of her fingers, wanting them to never stop their tantalizing caresses.
"I've given it more than a little thought," she replied, smiling at him. "It's not as if I'm some sort of precocious virgin with something to lose...." He shuddered at that, wondering if she had any idea at all what had taken place between Roz and himself. He decided Lyn was not normally a subtle woman, and if she had seen him or learned about what he had done with Roz, she wouldn't be here now, caressing him. She would be screaming her head off to the whole neighborhood. As it was, it must have taken fantastic self-control not to go around shouting what her husband had done with his wife.
Gail! Cheating on him! Imagine that! Well hell! He had enjoyed fucking the daughter immensely. Now he was going to bang the hell out of the wife. Next time let Paul Brighton go somewhere else for his kicks.
"Hell, it's obvious you're no virgin," he smiled. "It is the first time I've ever cheated on Paul," she admitted. "If you make it a good time, then I'll be only too happy to cheat some more with your Her eyes returned to the upstanding stalk of his throbbing manhood. Her head slowly moved to his crotch, and the man began groaning. Her lips pressed themselves firmly against the acorn-shape of his penile head, and she planted little nibbling kisses up and down the organ. Then she began popping the head in and out of her mouth, making little noises each time it pulled out as she sucked away and swallowed the continually seeping droplets of his lubricating oils.
When her lovely head eased back, she smiled up at him again and rose to her feet, saying, "You want me to, don't you, Richard. That marvelouslooking penis of yours doesn't lie."
The fingers of her left hand let go of the towel, and it opened and fell to the floor. It fluttered for an instant before lying perfectly still.
Her nakedness glistened in the heat of the room, a sheen of perspiration making her body richly glisten. His cock lurched as if the eye in the tip, along with his other eyes, was capable of seeing the fantastic body of the beautiful woman. Where Roz had the littlest bit of lint covering her vagina, Lyn, for some inexplicable reason, had no hair whatsoever. Now Richard understood why Roz only had a little bit. Inheriting genes from both father and mother, she had more than her mother, but much less than her father.
"Do you like it, neighbor?" she asked, her brown eyes brilliantly flashing. She knew fucking well that he liked it. "It's all yours, Richard. It's yours to do anything you want with, and for as long as you want to do it. Anything, Richard. Anything!"
"Lyn...." he gasped, and then he found himself unable to say more because she was kissing him, and he was overpowered by the delightful little flourishes of her tongue.
"Use it!" she murmured, pulling her lips from his for a moment. "Use my body! It's all yours." She stepped closer to him, and one of her hands reached out and curled around the nape of his neck. She tugged him so close to her his face was pressing into the swells of her mammaries. She lifted a breast, guiding a nipple to his mouth, saying, "SUCK IT, RICHARD! SUCK IT!"
His mouth opened and he accepted the wonderful offering of her satin-sheened breast. His lips closed tightly around the delicate morsel of a rich brown nipple. Then he sucked. "God! It feels wonderful. You really have talent," the lovely brunette complimented, moaning as she shoved more of the full breast into his wide-open mouth. He sucked hungrily.
Her lovely body swayed and trembled as he continued pressing his face into the fullness of her twin mammaries. He no longer worried about what was right or what was wrong. He didn't think about Gail and her supposed cheating on him. All he thought about was this particular woman and the fact that he wanted her. Yes, he wanted the delightful seductress for she had all the qualities of her daughter but with experience, as well. He intended scabbarding his stone-solid cock in the hot, teeming center of her sucking cunt.
"Your finger," she urged, whispering in his ear. "Put your finger inside me and get me ready for your cock." Cock! Coming from the mouth of a woman who normally never said a worse obscenity than "darn," it sounded exciting. His balls began banging and clanging wildly against one another, making him realize the woman was openly offering herself, and he was in need of assuagement. Only a fool would turn her down, and he was no fool. He intended fucking the hell out of her steaming pussy.
Roughly, moved by the continually mounting inner desire of his own quivering body, he reached between her thighs with his left hand and shoved a finger into the vulnerable folds of her delectable cunt. Lyn shuddered as he ignited all kinds of shivery waves of thrilling pleasure in the seething depths of her humid core.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. "That's just what I like. Her hips were wildly undulating around his entrenched finger. "It feels so good!" Pumping his finger into her, moving it in and out, he finger-fucked her. In and out he nailed the stiffened digit, driving his finger as far in as possible, each time. His heavy cock jerked and twitched as he continually delighted in the control he had over her. He was commanding her, dominating her.
"Enough! Lyn groaned, reaching down and gripping his wrist, roughly pulling his finger out of her sucking twat. "Now I want the real thing inside me, Richard-dear." He remained sitting on the bench, easing her back a little, intent on pushing her on her back on the bench. Leaning forward, he gave one last taunting kiss to each full breast, and then he started to rise. But Lyn's hands moved to the man's broad shoulders, stopping him as she said, "You just sit here, darling. I'll do the rest."
Somewhat taken aback for the moment, he looked at her through narrowed eyes, but remained relaxed when she smiled. She was a beauty, a delightful woman in every sense of the word. Her entire body was glistening with perspiration as if it had been sheened with oil.
He obeyed her instructions, leaning so that his back was braced against the wall and his buttocks were little more than on the edge of the wooden bench. She brought his legs together with his balls lifted so' they wouldn't get in the way, and then she had him plant his feet firmly on the floor. When he did, she slowly sat on his lap, her full, rounded buttocks sliding over his thighs. The erectly stiff column of his throbbing cock now pulsed against the pale pink opening of her taunting pussy.
Carefully she drew her knees up high and brought her feet beneath her until she was squatting above him, held in place by her arms gripping the nape of his neck. Her knees were almost touching his shoulders and her nails sank into his nape as she held on all the more tightly for better support. She lifted herself up just the littlest bit, putting pressure on her feet in order to raise herself, and the opening of her sodden hole was directly against the head of his throbbing cock. He felt the lips of her vulva twitch against his penis a half dozen times.
He was gaping, noting what she intended, finding it hard to believe that such a calm, gentle woman was such an innovator when it came to copulation. Hell! That guy Paul must have done something right to break her in this way. Not that his own wife was any the less expert, but Richard found it hard to believe there was another woman in the world equal to his wife when it came to finding enjoyable positions.
Holding to the nape of his neck with her right hand, she reached down with her left hand and solidly grasped the meaty stalk of his throbbing penis. Richard continued staring, his eyes wide with amazement as he saw the way she maneuvered the mace-shaped crown of his cock between the widely splayed lips of her sexual self.
The intimate contact of cock-head slowly opening her lips was pure electricity for the both of them. He groaned, his body wildly shivering with wanton need. She, in turn, moaned, trembling as she fought to retain her balance, which, to his utter astonishment, she managed to do.
Then, with both her hands back on his shoulders, she slowly began lowering herself, impaling her tight pussy on the upstanding lance of his throbbing cock as it stiffened with even greater desire. Heatedly tight, squeezing sensations raced along the pulsing length. He groaned and trembled, the feel, the sight, the sensation of his prodding organ slowly vanishing into the heated oven of this marvelous woman.
"It's fantastic!" Lyn gasped, her voice squealing as, little by little she slipped lower and lower until all of her was filled with all of him, and her asscheeks were resting on his thighs. "This is just the way I imagined it to be." It was better than anything Richard had imagined. Jesus! She was unbelievable. When you consider she was thirty-eight years-old, and her body was in such fabulous shape, and that her cunt was almost as tight as her daughter's, the whole thing was astounding. Her cunt, wrapped around his upstanding organ, seemed to fit like some custom-made glove. Then, she began tightening her pelvic muscles, massaging the length of his rooted cock in the luxurious center of her tender folds.
As she glanced down to stare at the adulterous coupling of their bodies, his own hands rose and filled themselves with the magnificent fullness of her throbbing breasts. His fingers kneaded them, realizing they had the same soft texture to them as Roz's.
"AAAAAANNNNNNHHHHHH!" the sexy brunette gasped with delight. Her behind did wiggle a little, making circular motions, whipping the length of his cock around in the bubbling heat of her feminine channel. The soft, clingy folds of her sucking cunt clamped around his upthrust organ and began squeezing very tightly. She hunched a little, lurching and gyrating.
His balls quivered in their sac. Merely the knowledge that his throbbing organ was solidly entrenched in the tight channel of love of the mother of the female he had fucked the previous day had him hotter than the proverbial two-dollar pistol. Unless he managed to bring this desirable female to his own level of arousal, and quickly, he would shortly be shooting off inside her before giving her the opportunity to climax. God! He would be reduced to the level of a schoolboy getting his first lay and knowing nothing about it.
Relinquishing his solid hold on one of the massive swellings that adorned her lovely chest, he allowed his fingers to slowly drift down the sensational flatness of her belly, then squirm into the slitted mouth of her snatch. He found the excited little upstanding nubbin that was her clitoris without even having to search. It stood out, clearly, obviously, plainly.
"God!" Her delightful red lips were working delightfully at his touch. Her body was continually responding as she kept on jerking and twitching, undulating her lovely pussy around his firmly embedded penis. Then she started taking over, doing all the work, bouncing.
Her hands clasped all the more tightly around the nape of his neck, fingers digging into his flesh as she slowly lifted her body more than two inches. Up the sheathing envelope of her pussy slid around the long, hard monorail of cock. Inch by loving inch she rose, stopping only when all but the glans had emerged from within her.
Then she slowly began lowering herself. He moaned as the thrilling swirls of need went rushing madly through his shuddering body. Down she came, languorously swallowing up the entire length of his shuddering, throbbing cock, pulling it back into the furnace like refuge of her sucking pussy. Fervidly, she felt him massaging the bud of her clitoris.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. It was working, he was building her up very nicely. The way his finger manipulated her extended little nubbin was causing her to rapidly build toward her orgasm. His balls burned, consumed with the inundating need to empty themselves into the caressing socket of his beautiful neighbor's body.
Her strokes were slow and deliberate as she rose, perched where she was, then literally fell on his lap, sheathing his cock, skewering herself on him. Her pelvis continually twisted and undulated as her muscles continually squeezed and relaxed, milking him with the provocative contractions of her tight vagina.
His balls were now aflame with the need for release, yet somehow he managed to hold back the flame inside them, preventing the swirling flood of semen from being released. His finger worked and continued rubbing her clitoris, stirring the flames of lust that violently consumed her.
Higher and higher the wonderful brunette soared in her feelings, her moans continually growing into one long, loud whimper of delight. She bucked up and down on him, fucking him with wild abandon, now.
When Lyn came, screaming, "EEEEEEIIIIII-YYYYYAAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHEEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHUUNNGGGHHH!" her entire body shuddered and quaked. Tremors of released passion caused the fist like center of her broiling pussy to passionately contract and squeeze, jerking on his cock. Her fingernails dug into his nape, leaving deep, red wells.
Then Richard gave himself to Lyn. "WWWWWAAAAAUUUUUWWWWW-AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAAANNNNN-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAWWWWWAAAAARRRRRUUUUUNNNNNGGGGG HHHHH!" he roared, the sound of his voice echoing in the depths of the sauna chamber again and again. Hot and thick, the fountains of his heavy sperm continually spurted from the head of his throbbing cock. His aching lust gushed out of him, releasing the weighty pressure in his testicles, emptying the fluid into the steamy receptacle of her quaking body.
Again and again, in a seemingly endless series of physical and soul-shaking eruptions, he blasted repeatedly into her. Considering how much he had fired into her daughter the previous day, and the fact that he had blasted quite a load into his wife earlier that same day, Richard ought not to have had so much semen, but the arousal brought on by this tempestuously tantalizing woman had caused the centers of his maleness to work overtime, and he filled her with his fluid until she overflowed. Drained and panting, he fell back against the wall of the sauna as the lovely brunette slid from him to the floor.
After what seemed like an eternity, they emerged from the sauna and took a cold shower together in the downstairs bathroom. Then she put on her bathrobe, which she had brought with her from the pool area, and she returned home, carrying her bathing suit in the pocket.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Paul Brighton's golf game turned out to be less than fun. To begin with, going to the club by himself, he had to wait until he was teamed with another loner, who turned out to be a terrible golfer. As a result, Paul quit after nine holes. He was in a totally rotten mood as he climbed back into his car and drove toward his home. The one thing to cheer him up was the thought of what he had done with Donna Sander the previous day. God! How he would love getting his hands on Donna again, but that was out of the question, right now. To begin with, his wife was probably home, as was Donna's father. Add to that the fact that Donna's time of the month was very close. No, he would have to wait until near the end of next week, he knew Donna wouldn't forget about the contraceptive pills. After all, the initial fucking between them had taken place because it had been Donna's idea. Starting the following week, he would get Donna a job as a runner with Consolidated Electrodynamics, and she would carry messages from his corporation to other corporations based in Denver, thereby saving considerable time.
It was one helluva warm day and he was glad he'd had the foresight to purchase his car with air-conditioning. As he pulled into his driveway, he decided he really wasn't in the mood to put the car in the garage. Hell! he and his wife would be going out very shortly, anyway. They always went out on Saturday nights.
Getting out of the car, he hustled to the house and called out for Lyn. Obviously she wasn't around. But where the hell was she? Gail had taken Donna and Roz into Denver to do some shopping before he had gone to his golf game, so he knew Lyn had to be somewhere around.
He checked the Sander backyard, but no one was there. The swimming pool was empty. This wasn't usual. Lyn always either did housework on Saturday, or she relaxed in the Sander backyard. Hell! What he needed, Paul decided, was some relaxation. If Richard was home he was going to ask for permission to use the man's sauna. That ought to take a lot of the tension out of him.
Removing his clothing, he donned a bathing suit and carried a towel with him. He found the Sander side door open, and so he walked into the house. Calling out, he received no answer, and a quick survey of the main floor showed no one around. Yet Richard surely wouldn't leave his side door open if he had gone out. By the same token, if he was down in the sauna, it was also pretty dumb to leave the door unlocked, unless he expected Gail home very shortly.
Taking the stairs down to the basement, he walked to the sauna door and peered in just in time to see his wife riding Richard to a climax.
If there was one way in which Paul Brighton and Richard Sander were alike, it was the fact that each thought the other had no justification in screwing a member of his family. By the same token, each felt there was nothing wrong with his fucking a member of the other man's family. So where Richard had been angry before because Lyn had led him to believe his own wife was putting out for Paul Brighton, now Paul was equally angry at the sight of his wife willingly fucking for Richard Sander.
As far as Paul was concerned, this called for retaliation on his part. Fucking Donna didn't count. He had to screw Richard's wife. Angry, he was about to leave when he noticed the bar at the far end of the basement. Walking over to it, he saw a Polaroid camera carelessly sitting on the bar. Checking it, he saw it was loaded.
Going back to the door with his camera, he opened the lens as wide as possible and took a picture through the dual window. Had it been a steam room instead of a sauna, Pictures would have been impossible, but the room was nice and bright, and he took two pictures of the couple in the process of finishing their fuck.
Taking the photos with him, he knew this would be just what he would need to show Gail Sander when the time came. Son of a bitch! He wasn't going to have goat's horns put on him without putting them right back on the cuckolder.
Returning to his own house, he quickly dressed in slacks and a sport shirt, then pretended to be asleep on his bed when his wife came hurrying into the house. He smiled a malevolent smile to himself when he heard her gasp at the sight of him. Then he heard her exhale as she saw he seemed to be asleep.
Rustling sounds told him she was hurriedly dressing, and then she quietly left the room and he listened as she began quickly dusting the furniture in the living room. The bitch! Her casual acceptance of it all made Paul angry as all hell. The thought of divorce was out of the question. Hell! He had a position to maintain in his electronics firm, and a divorce would hurt his status with the company. Besides, if he did get a divorce, it might mean moving away from the Sander home, and Paul had no desire to give up that luscious teenage pussy of Donna Sander. Now he intended fucking Donna's mother, as well. Hell! The ideal situation would be to fuck both, Donna and her mother, at the same time. Even more ideal would be adding his wife to the list. God! That would be one helluva harem.
CHAPTER NINE
Sunday morning, Lyn Brighton did most of her food-shopping. She was the kind of woman who liked looking through a supermarket for a good two hours before finally making up her mind. She left at nine-thirty. The Sunday shopping laws made things a lot easier for families with two partners working all week.
Though Richard wasn't a golfer, he also belonged to the club, and sometimes on Sundays he would go there for some tennis. Donna and Roz both went to the house of a nearby friend to plan a party, and Paul got the idea that this was as good a time as any to show the pictures he had taken the previous day to Gail.
With just a pair of shorts on, he padded barefoot from his own house to the Sander house. Sure enough, the side door was unlocked again, and he walked right in. What was more, Gail Sander was in the bedroom, in bed, resting.
Gail didn't look at all like her daughter. To begin with, Gail was considerably slimmer than Donna, though Donna was not the least bit overweight. She was an inch taller than her daughter and about ten pounds lighter. Her breasts were about the same size as Donna's, but because her body was so slender, they appeared slightly larger.
Gail had a straight nose, blue eyes, and a mouth that was neither full nor thin. Her honey blonde hair was long and ran halfway down her back, and even in the morning she looked stunning.
When she saw Paul standing in the bedroom doorway, she stared, saying, "Paul? Is that you?"
"It's me, Gail," he answered.
"Goodness, what in heaven's name are you doing in my bedroom so early in the morning? Better let me put on a robe or someone might walk in and think something's going on."
"Stay there," Paul said quietly, walking into the bedroom. "I just wanted to show you a couple of pictures."
He walked over to the bed and handed the photos to Gail. She rubbed her eyes, sat up, and looked at them.
"Come on, Paul," she said to him. "These are disgusting. Why in heaven's name would you want to show such smut to me?"
"You mean it doesn't arouse you?" Paul asked.
"Of course not," Gail snapped. "Does it arouse Lyn?"
"I haven't shown them to Lyn, yet. I thought you should see them, first. You know what I mean."
"No," she said, shaking her head. "I don't know what you mean."
"Take a good look at the faces," Paul insisted. Gail reached into her drawer, took out a pair of glasses and put them on. Then she took another look at the photos, and she gasped.
"But that's your wife and my husband," she muttered, removing her glasses.
"You're very observant," he nodded.
"My God! This is horrible," Gail gasped. "What are we going to do?"
"Well I'm not going to do anything about Lyn, just yet," Paul told her. "When the time comes, I'll confront her with these pictures."
"You're right," Gail nodded. "Richard and I have been together too long to get divorced. I have to hope this is just a phase he's going through."
"Gail, I think you and I should get our own brand of revenge," Paul insisted.
"What are you talking about?" Gail asked.
"Sort of tit for tit."
"You mean tit for tat."
"No, I mean tit for tit. Richard had my wife's tits, so now I want yours."
"You can't be serious," Gail insisted, cowering as Paul moved closer. "Why you'd never respect me again if I did something like this."
"Stop talking like some dumb prude," Paul snapped, yanking her covers away. "The only thing that'll keep me from respecting you is if you turn out to be a lousy lay."
He gripped the bottom of her nightie and tried yanking it up. Gail instinctively fought to keep it down.
"Paul, stop this ... what are you doing?"
"I want to fuck you, Gail ... now!" he told her, and with a solid yank pulled her nightgown up to mid-thigh.
"Stop this!" she gasped.
"No," he snapped. "I'm going to fuck you, here ... now." It had never occurred to Gail Sander to go to bed with any man other than her husband, and now that Paul was suggesting it, she felt a mixture of fright and exhilaration. Yes, she was afraid of him, but she was also overjoyed that other men still found her attractive. Actually, it was the way he was acting that terrified her the most. Deep down, she was as susceptible to seduction as almost any woman, and had Paul been more diplomatic about it, wooing her over a period of time, there was every reason to believe she might well have given in to him.
She froze as she realized he was suddenly in bed with her, on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. There was no longer any question of whether or not the man was serious, and now she felt anger take hold of her. How dare he think of her as some tart, so easily manhandled because of what her own husband had done to his wife.
He terrified her even more by literally ripping her nightgown from her body and tossing the shreds to the floor. Then he yanked down his own pants, revealing his semi-erect organ, and Gail saw from the thickness of it that she would be in for one rough time if she permitted him to bury it inside her body.
Paul sat up, his ass on her knees, and then he leaned forward, pinning her shoulders strongly to the bed. He feasted his eyes on her nakedly sensual body. Her round, full breasts, unlike those of her daughter, were still white. After all these years they were perfectly shaped, and she was breathing deeply as he leaned forward so that the pinkish crown like tips continued falling and rising, brushing against the thick, dark hairs on his chest. For that brief instant he didn't want to look at her face, knowing she was staring at him with a kind of malevolent coldness. Instead, he glanced down at her pubic triangle and saw a gleaming gold bush so thick, he was barely able to see the pink of her labia.
His cock was long and hard now, and the head of the organ was barely a scant inch away from her tight little opening. Shit! He was willing to bet she was almost as narrow inside as her daughter.
Raising his eyes to her face, he saw her own eyes were now tightly shut. She was shaking, afraid. Well he would turn her shivers to passion soon enough. Gail was aware of the desperate energy coming from this man as his huge, ape-like hands began running over her shuddering body with vibrating quickness. Then his mouth lowered itself to one of her breasts. He swallowed up the entire mammary, and Gail felt as if the man was literally consuming her, eating her while she was alive. His arms held her tightly as the thickness of his warm, wet tongue washed around and around the rich pink flesh of her hardened spike of nipple. His sharp teeth nibbled on the extended thorn like rubbery tip, causing a series of quaking spasms to ride through her tensed body. The salaciously rippling pleasure, under normal circumstances would have thrilled Gail, but realizing the man was forcing the feelings on her caused her to feel revulsion.
'�_'Please ... Paul ... don't ... this is wrong...." she gasped. "Please...." The aroused gorilla like man had no intention of stopping. Aside from rationalizing this as a way to get even with Richard for what he had done to Lyn, it was something he had admittedly wanted to do ever since the first time he had seen Gail. Had he been a bit more genteel about it, he would have made Gail realize it was something she wanted, as well. The tastiness of her tender flesh in his mouth was the wonderful taste of lust coming to fruition. Now that he had a chance to fuck Gail, he was going to do it. He knew she wouldn't say anything to Richard because he would then confront Richard with the photos of the blond man fucking Lyn. Yes, he was going to take all of this slender, nubile blonde hard and fast ramming his lust-bloated phallic length into the tightness of her squirming belly, feeling the thrill of the mother now that he'd known the daughter. Without being told, he knew she was a sensuous woman, and eventually she would be begging him for his cock.
She was pinned helplessly beneath his powerfully squat body, making movement all but impossible, and though Gail tried hard, there was no way for her to twist out from underneath him. Her slender thighs were forced wide apart by the pressure of his powerful knees, the secret tunnel between them open and vulnerable to his assault. She was already aware of the incredibly thick hardness of his pulsating masculine organ as it rubbed against each of her inner thighs like a hotly menacing pole of flesh about to tear her apart. She was afraid to look and shut her eyes tightly, terrified not so much of the crazed man assaulting her, but frightened of her own inner feelings and the possibility of being aroused by all that was happening.
Running his strong hand between the satin-fleshed pillars of the lovely blonde woman's thighs, Paul was well aware of the lush silkiness of her heavy growth of pubic hair. He probably would have been far more gentle had she shown some inclination toward accepting him, but because she was resisting, he rammed his fingers through the jungle like growth, pushing into the warm receptacle of her heatedly pulsating cunt, seeking the tight little opening into which he would shortly be plunging his cock. The heated flesh was already moist with expectation, letting him know that in spite of her vocal and physical resistance, she was internally begging for him to continue with his "rape." He parted the narrow slit with his extended middle finger, sliding it smoothly between the sucking lips, feeling how oily she was, internally.
Gail struggled hard, doing her utmost to clamp her long thighs tightly together, mentally certain she wanted nothing more than to close off any access to her private being. Yet his powerful knees had her straining thighs forced apart. A state of totally hopeless confusion completely engulfed her mind as she felt his thick fingers worming their way into the narrowness of her nakedly sucking vagina.
The tips of his fingers were like strong insects, wandering over her shuddering, sensitive flesh. One of them brushed, seemingly accidentally, over her clitoris, and a bolt of pure electrical pleasure began flashing through her aching body.
He continued sucking voraciously on the rounded mound of her solid breast, all the while working his finger deeper and deeper into her womanly tunnel. With the passing moments he was aware of changes taking place in her as her interior became wetter and wetter. Her struggles weakened and her thighs spread farther apart, allowing him to ram his thick finger all the more deeply into her cunt. Her slick walls hadn't been expecting his finger to drive so quickly into her, and as a result tightly clamped around the digit once it had unexpectedly crammed its way into her.
"HAAAUUUNNNGGGHHH ... N-O-O-O ... PLEASE ... PLEASE ... DON'T...." Gail begged, feeling aroused, but also feeling cruelly debased by all that was happening to her. Yet she was unable to resist the feelings welling up within her. Was it his dominance, or her own vulnerability perhaps, that caused the mounting of the hungrily gnawing sensation to continue building in the quaking pit of her trembling belly, telling her she was in for new pleasures with this man pleasures she had enjoyed solely with her husband, until now. His long finger continued worming itself into the squeezing depths of her aching vagina, and she told herself she wasn't to blame for the feelings pervading her being. His force was permitting her to taste the forbidden enjoyment of knowing another man. She had put up the required resistance but had been unable to thrust him away from her, and in her own mind she was now totally absolved of any and all accompanying guilt.
Paul was well aware of her resistance falling away, as he knew it eventually would. A woman as sensuous as this one was able to resist for just so long. He knew his caveman like appearance was arousing to this woman who had known only a civilized looking man all her life.
His mouth left the fullness of her swollen breast and slowly began kissing its way down her shudderingly flat belly. He paused at the tender indentation of her navel, running his tongue teasingly around and then dipping it inside before licking just above the pelvic hairline, letting his tongue move to her silken thighs and satiny hips. Her limp protest was now replaced by a lewd response to his tantalizing touch, and he slid himself further down until his hungering face was pressed firmly against the smooth whiteness of her erotically slender thighs. His tongue sliced through the golden fleece on her pelvis and headed for her wet cunt.
Her splayed-out position gave him total access to her wide-open vaginal succulence. The narrow slit dividing the middle was the same rich pink he had seen in Donna, and now, with her thighs forced apart and her golden hairs pushed out of the way, he clearly saw the throbbing bud of her clitoris.
Gail was aware of the flow within her increasing, and it suddenly jolted her back to some kind of reality that a man other than her husband was about to put his face between her cuntlips and suck. This was a ritual she had never considered going through with any other man. Even in her secret dreams, when she had mentally found herself being fucked by some man other than her husband, it had never occurred to her to let any other man probe down there with his tongue.
"Don't!" she gasped, and struggled once again to gain control of herself, jerking her rounded, slender hips away from his hungering mouth and twisting so that she finally managed to flop onto her stomach. She had to do something to keep him from knowing just how strongly he was affecting her, by now.
Paul was crazed with lust. He had no anger toward Gail, but he was still angry at the thought of her husband having fucked his wife, and felt the absolute need for revenge. That, plus the fact that he was very much entranced by Gail's loveliness. She might have been Donna's mother, but for the most part he saw little resemblances between the two. Had he not known Gail to be Donna's mother, he would never have thought of Donna at all while being with Gail. The difference between mother and daughter, save for the color of their hair, was absolute.
He felt the heavy pounding in his extended cock, as if it were about to burst from the pressure of the sperm already churning around in his testicles. He had held off fucking her more out of consideration than anything else. After all, no one was more aware than he of the breadth of his cock, and he knew full well that forcing it into an unprepared tunnel would cause all kinds of anguish. But if she was going to continually offer resistance even after letting him know, through body movement, that she wanted him, then she needed a little lesson.
He hauled her to her knees, raising her rounded white buttocks in the air. Gail's face turned red with embarrassment. Though she had done many different things with Richard, her husband, this was one position to which she had an aversion. She felt it was too much like the animals, and she didn't want to be associated with animals. She suddenly felt degraded and dehumanized. As a result she found herself sobbing in her mattress.
"I told you I was going to fuck you, Gail," he said to her, "and I meant it." He was already moving behind her, forcing her inner thighs to spread a little, giving himself total access to her passion-soaked opening. The fullness of her tight, round, warm-fleshed buttocks looked more enticing than ever, standing out with the skin covering them so tightly stretched. He loved the obscene way she was subserviently bent before him, the slope of her smooth, white back much like a ski-slope. He ran his hands hungrily over her back, then slid them around to touch her ribs, and finally to cup the sweet, small fullness of her rounded breasts.
Feeling the solid warmth of the two twin mounds, he breathed deeply and gave the mammaries a pinch and a squeeze, feeling a vibrantly impatient twitch in the length of his rigid cock, reminding him the time had come "to bury Caesar." Bringing his hands back, he placed his thumbs into the tightly sloping curve of the shadowy dividing crevice, spreading the melon-shaped cheeks that much wider apart.
"OHHHHHHH ... HHHAAANNNHHH ... PLEEEAAASSSE...." Gail gasped, but it was difficult to tell if her groan was one of fear or sexual desire. Whatever it was, it aroused him that much more.
Paul stared at the brown little opening of her anus, and when he pulled with his thumbs, he was able to see beyond the crinkle into the pink interior, glistening as it did in the sunlight streaming in through the window. He thrust his throbbing cock against the softness of her inner thighs, knowing the time had finally come.
"Put it in, Gail," he ordered. "Grab my cock and tuck it into you." He all but spit the words at her, letting her know he meant business. Gail hated this position, but she had brought it on herself. Realizing she had no choice, she tried hard to blank out her mind with the expectation of feeling nothing as she gripped the heatedly tight length of the organ. The long, blunt head was like a rubbery fist as she hesitantly pressed it against her vaginal opening. Gail was only too aware of his hands gripping her rounded white asscheeks and pulling them apart.
"Now!" he insisted. Paul found himself straining to keep from having a premature ejaculation all over her. The coolness of her fingers, wrapped tightly around his quickly pulsating shaft helped control him a little.
Gail felt like weeping and moaning at the same time, her inner frustration magnified from the desire to rebel and obey at the same time. A different penis entering her in a position she had forbidden her husband to use with her made her wriggle her buttocks slightly as she placed the throbbing organ solidly between the soft, coral folds of her vagina. She worked it up and down like a lever, using it to pry her labia even farther apart until the head lodged, seemingly of its own free will, against the tiny little vaginal opening. She knew the thickness of his organ was something to which she was unaccustomed, and in order for her to fully appreciate the driving length of his cock, the organ would have to move into her, slowly. The only way to be certain of this was for her to keep some kind of grip on the organ as he pushed it into her.
Paul, on the other hand, had other ideas. Unconcerned with the way her hand was now gripping the base of his cock, he shoved his hips solidly forward, forcing the penile head of his rigidly excited organ into her quivering vaginal depths.
Not used to being plumbed so swiftly in this position by such a thick penis, Gail gasped, "HHHAAANNNGGGHHH!" The hard shaft plundered into the center of her defenseless little cunt, powering in like a mailed fist. She gripped the base all the more tightly in the hope of restraining further entry, and he did ease off, stopping when the massive, blood-filled head of his penis was finally wrapped tightly inside the slick interior of her cunt. Richard had always entered her softly, tenderly, and she hadn't expected such a brutal thrust. Now she tensed herself, but this only made matters worse.
The sensations of her tightly squeezing vaginal membranes firmly wrapped around the angrily throbbing head of his extended phallic lance made Paul that much more anxious to have the full length of his extended organ buried to the hilt in the simmering depths of her shuddering belly. He held back for only the briefest of moments, then once again shoved his hips forward as hard as he was able, plunging his thickness that much farther into the heated wetness of her clammily clinging vagina. The thickness of his hard-rubber head spread her tender walls as they had never been spread before, moving like a bulldozer through soft sand.
"GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHH ... PAULLLLL ... N-O-O-O-O-O ... DON'T ... IT HURTS ... IT HURTS...." Gail wept, moaning as he drove his lewdly impaling stiffness deeper and harder into the narrowness of her helpless elastic passage. Paul didn't know what possessed him now, but the delightful pressure building in his lust inflamed testicles had become so overpowering he no longer had control over himself. He had to feel the full length of his cock buried in her cunt. Sheesh! She was just about as tight as her daughter, but Donna, with all the pain, had begged him to continue. Well, before he was through, Gail would be begging him to continue, as well.
He tried holding back just a little in order to make everything feel that much sweeter, wanting to drive in all the more slowly so he'd be able to savor it. But such restraint took more willpower than Paul possessed at this particular moment.
Gail, shuddering, took her hand from the base of his cock. She knew the only way for her to lose the feeling of pain was to have him all the way inside her. Free of her hand, Paul slammed forward, shoving the full length of his bloatedly thick penis into the narrow sucking tunnel of the beautifully blonde woman. In he went, not stopping until his weighty balls slapped against the lips of her soft cunt.
"ONNNHHH ... GODDDUHHH ... HHHAAANNNHHH...." Gail moaned feeling a confusion of pain as the force of his lunge nearly lifted her clear off the bed. The dull thud of his hairy groin slammed flatly into her rounded buttocks, and she clearly heard the smack of flesh against flesh as the rubbery tip of his cock pressed right to the back wall of her cunt. He was now suddenly still, letting her cunt accustom itself to his thickness, and then he began flexing the lengthy organ, making it pulsate in her belly, causing her walls to swell wider a little more.
Paul restrained himself for a good minute, and then, unable to keep still any longer, he began sawing powerfully in and out of the tightly clasping feminine passageway. The long, hard strokes slammed deep into her shuddering womb, striking the back wall relentlessly, and she moaned rhythmically in answer. He stared down at her subserviently bent-over form, the full roundness of her naked buttocks wiggling to his driving rhythm, her smooth white back sloping all the way down to her loose blonde hair as she twisted her head from side to side. Her slender nakedness was more sensual than Paul had ever imagined, and now he was more pleased than ever that he had chosen this way to revenge himself on Richard.
Because she had never previously been entered from this angle, Gail was horrified at the lancing depth of his penetration. God! If Richard ever tried taking her in this position, she would probably be punctured, inside. It didn't prevent the passion from continuing to increase inside her, and her hands gripped the sheet beneath her as she felt the orgasmic tension already starting to build. She knew she was going to climax this way, and she wasn't stupid enough to try and resist it.
The excited man continued ramming the full length of his unbelievably thick cock into the tightly quivering cunt as his overpowering lust completely dominated his reason. He knew if he managed to restrain himself just a little, before this fuck was over, the woman would be begging and pleading for him to finish.
Holding her hips tightly in his two strong hands, the man continued slamming his virile thickness deep inside her heatedly bubbling pussy. Her pink flesh-walled cunt was as tight as saran wrap around the breadth of his blood-engorged penis. When he shoved it that much deeper into her trembling belly, the flesh seemingly rolled smoothly inside as he furiously continued slamming deeper. His sperm-laden testicles continued swinging forward with each driving thrust, making loudly obscene smacking sounds against the wet folds of her splayed-out pussy. The weighty scrotum hit her clitoris continually, building flames within the beautiful woman to new and greater heights. Each time he retreated, he would yank the phallic pole back until only the head remained snugly embedded in her vulva. He would poise, waiting for an instant before once again driving forward. Each time he smacked into her jiggly buttocks, the jarring force made her breasts tremble and vibrate.
"AAANNNHHH!" Gail moaned, and this time it was a pleasurable moan, despite her desire to remain silent and not let him know she was starting to enjoy it. His steadily hammering phallic plunger felt like it was going to go right on past her heatedly cringing belly and push its way into her gullet. Still, the blonde woman was unable to ignore the wildly ecstatic mounting sensations that came so thrillingly with it. Her delightfully rounded small breasts continued swinging back and forth as they had never done before because she had never had them in this dangling position. Her stiffened nipples grazed tantalizingly across the sheets, and somehow this enhanced the erotic pleasure that much more for Gail. She kept telling herself over and over that she was being terribly debased by his crude actions. But her thoughts were unable to keep the continually spiraling flames from mounting even higher within her. Her clitoris was a throbbing demon that constantly responded to the weight of his testicles rubbing against it, and the pleasant shock of his scrotum hitting her sent her shooting higher and higher on the scale of climax. Her cunt was now a dragon that would be satisfied with nothing less than devouring the liquid sustenance to be issued by his penis.
Gail pressed her head into the mattress and looked beneath her, staring back at her nakedly vulnerable vagina, seeing the way it was constantly violated by the thickness of his wetly glistening probe. Looking at it enhanced everything for her that much more. Each time he pushed forward, his pubic hair rubbed into the crevice between her asscheeks, tickling her anus, making her realize how sensitive she was there, as well. Lewd, tingling sensations rushed to the top of her head. This caused her to tighten her vaginal muscles all the more.
Feeling the stronger, more overpowering sucking motion around his pistoning shaft, Paul was well aware that he was finally getting through to the mother of the girl he had fucked the day before. He concentrated all the more strongly on keeping himself from climaxing, intent on making certain she achieved her own satisfaction, first.
Her tight, shapely buttocks were rotating in rhythm to his thrusts, now. To test her and make certain she wanted it, when he pulled his cock back, he held it back for more than a moment. She responded by trying to hurl herself back on it. God! She had come to life with a vengeance and she was wildly fucking back.
He watched the smooth muscles of her firmly resilient asscheeks flexing each time he pulled his cock back. It was obvious she wanted to suck his cock right back into her hungry belly again and again.
Without breaking his rhythm, he moved his hands inward, rubbing his fingers into the narrow hairless valley of her ass. Placing his forefinger against her anal opening, he pushed.
Gail grunted helplessly, lurching forward when his finger thrust itself into her. She was used to this from her husband, and so the intruding finger was not really foreign, though she had to admit Paul Brighton had thicker fingers than Richard. She lifted her buttocks a little higher and moved them a bit faster now, enjoying the dual impalement. The beautiful blonde grunted, turning and twisting, driving his finger in to the hilt.
With the tip of his finger, Paul felt the membrane separating the twin channels in her body. He also felt the thickness of his hard cock moving in and out of Gail's shuddering body. He rotated the finger as he moved it in and out of her ass, and she squealed with joy at the feeling.
She wriggled uncontrollably now, shoving back, grinding her body and slamming her buttocks against the two impaling shafts of delighted pleasure, her tortured backside now an inferno of feverish sexual arousal. She was aware that this experience with Paul was enlightening, if nothing else. Gail had always believed that no matter how much she wanted to be unfaithful, her conscience would prevent her from enjoying any other man. Now she was discovering it simply wasn't so. Paul was making this an extremely pleasant experience for her in spite of his having to force it on her, initially. If she felt any lingering guilt at ail, she rationalized it away as he had, having seen the photos he had shown her.
Her body was roaring toward an uncontrolled acceleration point, which would suddenly carry her forward into the world of high orgasmic combustion. It was getting closer now, and she knew when the feeling finally overwhelmed her, it would be sheer ecstasy. The gushing sighs from within her throat seemed to pour out continuously and uncontrollably as if someone else was doing the passionate kissing.
Listening to her was more than Paul Brighton was able to withstand. First the daughter, now the mother, and both were equally explosive and delightful. He enjoyed watching his cock continually make its way in and out of her cunt while his finger kept on reaming her asshole. It was all better than anything he had imagined, and his balls suddenly felt as if they were ballooning, making his scrotum swell in spite of the fact that the sac was now pulled tightly into his crotch. He was out of his mind with the lustful urge to achieve orgasmic satisfaction, and the surging sperm was suddenly making a mad dash through his cock.
The thick, rubbery head of his massive penis swelled up inside her receiving cunt as he drove it to maximum depth, and his burning sperm burst like an uncontrolled shot from the dilated tip. Paul was totally lost in the incredible sensuality of his erupting climax as the white, gooey semen geysered repeatedly into the sucking center of her cunt.
"AAAIIIYYYAAANNNGGGHHHUUUNNN-GGGHHHAAAGGGHHHAAAUUUGGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" he bellowed, drowning out her own orgasmic scream as she reached the top of the rainbow, herself. Her body thrashed and her fists beat at the mattress as she heaved herself up and down to achieve maximum sensation. God! It was good, it was really good.
She fell flat on the bed, and he fell on top of her. They lay there for what seemed like a long, long time.
"Unh!" she gasped. "Paul, you're heavy."
"Sorry," he muttered, and rolled off her. "You know," she told him, "you didn't need the excuse of the picture. If you'd been a little less harsh and treated me like a lady instead of behaving as if it were my fault for what happened, this entire episode would have been enjoyable."
"The important thing is, it ended on a pleasant note," he told her.
"Ended?" she asked. "What makes you so sure it's over?"
"Huh?"
"You've started something you're not going to be able to finish, Paul," she told him. "I don't know how long we're going to be able to keep this from our spouses, but I want more of this kind of treatment. I expect there are ways we can meet without arousing too much suspicion."
"You're serious, aren't you."
"Very," she replied.
"What if I had ... other women?"
"I don't care how many women you have, just as long as you have enough for me when I need it."
"Is that a threat?" he asked.
"Take it any way you like it," she shrugged. "In the future you'll find no resistance from me. I expect to find no resistance from you." As he slipped his short pants back on, Paul suddenly wondered just what it was he had started. He was already beginning to be frightened of this woman. Perhaps this was his just punishment for what he had done to her.
CHAPTER TEN
The party Roz and Donna had planned with some of their other female friends wouldn't take place until the end of August. The planning had taken almost no time at all, and the two girls were now heading back to Donna's home with the expectation of taking a swim in the pool.
While Roz went to her house to put on her bikini, Donna silently walked in the side door of her house with the intention of going to her room and also putting on her bikini. But the sounds coming from her mother's bedroom made her curious. After all, her dad's car wasn't in the driveway. Why should there be pleasurable moaning sounds coming from behind the bedroom door?
Leaving her house, she went to Roz's house and called to her friend. Roz, who had not yet put on her bikini, still dressed in a green halter and shorts, followed Donna back to her house, and the two of them moved into the backyard. Quietly they approached the picture window that overlooked the backyard from Donna's parents' bedroom. The two of them peered in, and were astonished to see Roz's father fucking Donna's mother, dog style.
Donna immediately felt angry and she was all set to run around and go inside the house and burst in on the fucking couple.
"He promised me," Donna gasped. "He promised me I'd be the only other woman in his life, aside from your mother."
"Now hold on," Roz said to her. "Was dad going to be the only man in your life until you got married?"
"Well no, of course not," Donna snapped. "Still, I don't think it's right. It just isn't fair."
"Would you like to get even?" Roz asked.
"You know it," Donna nodded.
"I can think of a way," Roz told her. "I'm listening," Donna nodded.
"Remember how you told me you had the hots for your own father, but you used my father as a substitute?"
"Yes," Donna admitted. "I also remember you admitting the same thing. So what?"
"So how would you like to make my dream come true. It would be a way of punishing daddy."
"What do you mean?" Donna asked.
"Incest!" Roz insisted.
"You mean, you and your father?"
"Yes," Roz nodded. "I want it more than ever, watching him make love to your mother. Just think, it'll be the perfect revenge for you. What's more, I'm certain that if I can get dad to make love to me, he'll love it so much, that aside from what he does with mother, he'll only have time for you and me."
"You and me?" Donna queried.
"Sure. After the first time, you and I can share my dad together."
"Why stop there," Donna caustically remarked. "Why not do the same thing with my father?"
"The question is," Roz asked, "is that what you really want?"
Donna looked at her friend for a moment, thought, then suddenly whispered, "Yes, Roz. Yes, it's what I really want."
"So you and I can work together," Roz insisted. "In fact, to prove my good faith, if you want, I'll help you with your father, first."
"Now that's a helluvan idea," Donna nodded. "You know, dad'll be back from his tennis match soon, and mom will be going out to her Sunday afternoon Bridge game with your mom.".
"Well then," Roz said, "we can set it up for then."
The two of them watched and listened, and were stunned at the conversation between Gail and Paul after they'd finished making love. What astonished them most was discovering that Richard, Donna's father, was also cheating with Lyn, Roz's mother.
"Well," Donna whispered, when Roz's father had left the house and Gail had gone to take a shower. "All that's left is you with your father and me with my father."
"So?" Roz asked.
"So I say let's do it," Donna nodded.
"Here's my idea," Roz whispered.
Donna listened intently, and when Roz had finished, she shrugged, and said, "It sounds too hokey to work."
"It'll work," Roz assured her. "Your dad has a strong sense of the dramatic, something my own dad lacks. You willing?"
"I guess so," Donna nodded. "What do we do until then?"
"We can sunbathe," Roz suggested.
"I hope this happens quickly," Donna murmured. "My cycle starts somewhere this evening. It always starts in the evening."
"Don't worry," Roz assured her. "We'll have plenty of time. Then next week, when you're ready for it, we can both go after my father together. Who knows, we may eventually work out threesomes with our respective mothers, as well."
"You really are perverted," Donna smiled.
"And loving every bit of it," Roz admitted.
"Me too," Donna agreed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Almost immediately after lunch, Gail and Lyn got into Lyn's car and drove off to their weekly Bridge game, a game neither husband knew how to play. They dropped Paul off at the local movie house on the way, and then continued to their Bridge club, each inwardly seething at the other, believing the other to be the one who initially cheated. Yet they said nothing about it, knowing to discuss it openly would not only ruin the friendship between the two families, but would prevent each of them from enjoying their new-found infidelity.
The two girls waited awhile, seeing Donna's father go into the backyard, intent on trimming some hedges growing against the fence separating his yard from that of the neighbor on the next street. Then Donna went to tell her father she was supposedly going visiting and wouldn't be back for awhile.
The moment Donna was gone, Roz, dressed in a simple halter and hot pants, walked into the Sander backyard and sauntered over to Richard. It was a hot day, and he had taken off his shirt and was wearing only a pair of shorts and sandals.
"Hi," Roz said to him.
"Hi, Roz," he smiled, feeling uneasy, already knowing why she was there. He had expected to eventually score with her again, but not this quickly.
"Are we going to play all kinds of word games?" she asked, tossing a braid behind her, "Or are we going to do what you and I really want to do?"
She was right and Richard knew it. Playing games would only make things strain a little between them before they went ahead and inevitably did what he really wanted to do.
"Indoors might be a better place this time," he suggested.
"Mmmmm," she nodded. "I've always wanted to be romantic about it. Can we try it in the dark, this time?"
"Any way you want it," he told her. "Fine. My mom and your wife aren't going to be back for a long time," she suggested. "Let's use your bedroom. We can draw the drapes across the window after we pull down the shades. I want it pitch-black in there. I think it'll be fun if we just use our sense of touch."
"I'm with you," Richard nodded. He didn't like the idea of using his own bedroom, but he really had very little choice. He did want to score with her again. He wasn't ready for another bout in the sauna. God! The heat would kill him, especially on a day like this, and most especially considering Roz's intent to drain energy from him.
They went into his house, drew the small curtains in front of the large window in his bedroom, then pulled down the shade, and finally closed the heavy drapes. Once the door was closed, the room was pitch-black.
Roz listened as Richard shucked his shorts, and she allowed him one long kiss while the two of them were still standing. Then she squeezed his erection and said, "On the bed, darling."
Donna, listening outside the door, knew those four words were the signal. She hurried to the front door, and she slammed it hard, letting the two in the bedroom hear her.
"Richard," she called out, mimicking her mother's voice. It wasn't too difficult. She bore little resemblance to Gail facially, but vocally she sounded very much like her mother.
"My God!" he gasped. "It's my wife! What'll we do? You can't go out the door. She'll see you and wonder what the hell you're doing in a dark bedroom with me."
"I'll hide under the bed until she's gone," Roz whispered.
"She might see you," Richard insisted. "Not if you keep the room dark. Fake a headache. Pull the covers up over your head to keep light from coming into your eyes when she opens the door. Plead with her not to turn on the light. Say you have a wicked headache."
"It'll never work," Richard gasped.
"It's all we have," Roz replied. "It has to work."
She rolled off the bed on the side away from the door and slid under it, smiling. Now it was all up to Donna. Richard pulled the bedcovers over his face, as she suggested, and when Donna opened the bedroom door and saw her father bundled up that way, she almost laughed. It was working even though she'd initially had her doubts.
"Richard, what's the matter?" she asked.
"Don't turn on the light," he murmured from under the covers. "I have a wicked headache. Please, honey ... "
"Poor dear," Donna whispered, shutting the door. "I'm sorry. I came home for some playing cards. The girls at the club don't have enough. But if you have a headache, I have just the cure for you."
"Uhhhh ... no, no, all I need is rest," Richard gasped, listening to the sounds of what he believed to be his wife suddenly taking off her clothes. "Don't be silly, darling," she murmured, taking the time to find some of her mother's spray perfume on the dresser, fumbling for it in the darkness, grasping it, and putting a few sprays in certain strategic places. "A little loving is just the thing you need to get rid of that headache. Or don't you want to make love to me?"
Richard knew that if his wife thought he didn't want to make love to her, she might suspect his infidelity. From what Lyn had told him, Gail was equally unfaithful, but because of Roz, he had no intention of confronting her with it. Hell! Not only was he fucking his own wife now, but he was fucking his next-door neighbor, and her daughter, as well. It was too good to give up for pride. If Paul Brighton occasionally wanted a little of Gail's nookie, let him have it. As far as Richard was concerned, he was more than amply being repaid. By the same token, it was obvious Paul hadn't touched his wife that day so he thought. Otherwise, why would Gail want a quickie now before returning to her Bridge club?
"Sure I want to fuck you, baby," he whispered. Nakedly, her heart pounding in her breast, Donna lay on the bed beside her father. The man lifted the covers for her to crawl under, then hugged her to him, inhaling his wife's perfume, never noticing the body he held was not quite as slender as that of his wife. His lips were pressing themselves against hers, and Donna felt static thrills blasting from every pore in her body as her father kissed her like a lover. His tongue seemed to try reaching into her throat, and she sucked on it, not realizing she had the same natural expertise as her mother, thereby confounding her father that much more.
Reaching down, anxiously feeling scorching sensations of desire, the blonde girl touched her father's long penis. This aroused her all the more, and she found herself sucking her father's tongue all the more deeply into her throat. Then her own tongue responded by slicing into his mouth, and she felt him shudder as unexpected arousal coursed through his body.
Richard had already been prepped by the thought of fucking Roz. Perhaps this was why his wife's body seemed so different to him, this afternoon. Besides, they were in the dark, and not seeing Gail made him think she was someone else anyone else. Hell! If he was imagining his wife to be someone else, why not imagine her to be Donna? After all, it was just a game in his mind. He was unable to see her, and he never would really be able to touch his own daughter, so why not pretend just to himself that this was Donna.
His hand moved without his mind willing it. It slid over the firm mound of his daughter's rounded breast. Since Richard's imagination had taken over and in his mind this was no longer his wife, it didn't occur to him the mammary he was touching was slightly smaller than that of his wife. As if of its own free will the hand began gently massaging the tender nipple. Though his eyes were slowly becoming accustomed to the dark, it was impossible to see a face. All that was visible was glowing skin skin that was normally white, but now seemed tan because it was so dark. He fondled the nipples and areolae with his fingertips, making them stand at attention, burning with greater and greater desire.
His solid cock was twitching more than ever, and he was aware of the stickiness soaking his thigh. Her hand continued expertly massaging his phallus until he thought he would fire then and there.
"This is one fabulous organ," Donna whispered, careful not to use any four or five-letter words. Though she loved using them, she knew her mother was always such a lady when it came to words. "I want it inside me, darling."
Donna held her breath, waiting to see if her father was able to determine she wasn't his wife. But Richard was so totally caught up in the eroticism of the moment, he wouldn't have noticed a snowy avalanche had it suddenly appeared.
"Tell me what you want to do to me," Donna insisted. "I want to hear it. Use your own words, Richard. I've never admitted it before, but hearing you say those words thrills me."
"Darling," he whispered, unable to understand why his wife should have such a strong effect on him at this moment. "I love you. I want to fuck you."
"Do it!" Donna gasped, a small, whimpering cry coming from her as he surrounded her with his arms. To Richard, his wife felt so much more fragile at this particular moment. The perfume masked the scent of her flesh enough for him not to know she wasn't Gail, but the body scent that did come through had him flaring with heat. He rained burning kisses all over her face and throat, his lips moving down to the firmness of her round breasts. He never noticed how much firmer they were than his wife's.
Donna felt herself panting. At last, she had her wonderful dad to herself. He was making love to her because he was aroused and wanted to, even if he didn't know who she really was. That, too, would be rectified before the day was out, and if her father was only half as sensuous as she and Roz believed him to be, he would welcome her for herself the next time.
Her tongue stabbed into his ear, making her father jump and quake. Her fingers remained tightly wrapped around the throbbing organ between his thighs, and she listened to him gasp and shudder as the flaming tips of her fingers tightened on it. Then his mouth closed over hers and their tongues flailed against one another as if trying to press into each other and become a single piece of flesh.
Donna pressed the full length of her curvaceously feminine torso against her dad's hard body, grinding her fluffy pelvis into his. The fact that she had almost as much hair on her pubis as her mother would temporarily help heighten the illusion that she was Gail.
Impatient to feel her father's penis inside her, she tugged him onto her as she lay flat on the bed. Her tempestuous hands ran up and down the length of her father's body, tracing his firm muscles and touching his shoulders, running down the trestle of his spine and into the cleft between his asscheeks. She had no idea if her mother did all these things, but she did know, from her friends, and from books, these were all the arousing things to do. Here was the opportunity for which she had waited so long, feeling all of him, enjoying him, and she had Roz to thank for it. Yes, she would help Roz do the same thing with her father.
Donna felt Richard's hard cock throbbing between her warm, slender thighs, and then he was pushing it into the tight narrowness of her slender pink crack, separating the fullness of her pouting labial doors and making her shudder with wanton delight. Even as her father began pressing the head of his penis into her, feeling a sweet, tight resistance all the way that he attributed to Gail's ability to tighten her vaginal muscles, Donna arched her hips, digging her heels into the mattress and allowing her sucking cuntlips to surround the head of his weighty truncheon. The heated contact of her seething vaginal interior surrounding the solidity of his meat, engulfing it, sucking it inside. It made the man violently tremble. Donna heard her dad take a deep breath, and then, without thinking, he rammed the organ all the way into her, widening her narrow tunnel, sinking all the way to the hilt. The innermost depths of her steaming vagina drooled all over the organ.
"Good!" she whispered, not wanting him to recognize her voice, though she sounded enough like her mother to fool him. "Your whole body feels so wonderful, but its that penis of yours that really makes me feel like a whole woman. How's your headache, darling?"
"Better," he murmured as her fingers trailed across his back. He was too occupied with what he was doing to notice the fingers touching him had no nails as his wife's fingers had. God! For some reason she seemed more fantastic in the dark than when he was able to see her. Richard believed it was solely the idea of doing it differently that made such a difference.
His hands reached beneath her and gripped her tight, rounded asscheeks, lifting her body that much higher in order to press it against his. The lust-stiffened phallic lance was reaming its way in and out of her succulent cunt with uncontrolled speed. The man's mind was immersed in the fantasy of fucking his own daughter, and it seemed so vividly real, he was actually starting to believe it was true.
Richard was aware of the tight grip of her elastic vaginal cupola as it tightly gripped his masculine saber, seemingly eating it up as the cock continued tearing its way through the full length of her steaming cunt. Her heatedly seeping cunt walls oiled the way.
Richard, still imagining her to be his daughter, not realizing she really was his daughter, thrust into her with even more maddening force. His sperm-bloated testicles slammed solidly against her bouncing asscheeks as they wildly writhed to keep pace with the fuck he was throwing into her.
"Yesssssss...." she gasped, losing control of her thought. "Oh yes, yes, yes, I knew you would be marvelous."
"Damn right I'm marvelous," Richard responded, snapping out of his dream world, once again thinking this was his cheating wife below him. "You'll never find anyone better."
He crammed his pubis against the burningly resilient flesh lying beneath him, solidly fucking into his beautiful daughter with long, hard strokes. He was aware of her straining body beneath his body, using such strength she literally lifted the two of them off the bed. Donna gasped and sighed delightedly beneath his violently pounding and straining body. Her thighs continually opened and closed again and again as if performing some pagan rite. At the moment, her mouth was hanging open, and her tongue was tucked in the corner of it.
"UUUUUNNNNNHHHHHH ... MORE ... MORE ... MORE...." she begged softly. "I love it this way, I love it. Push a finger into my backside, too. I'd like that, as well." More than happy to oblige, the blond-haired man reached down and slid a hand under his daughter's buttocks. He pressed his forefinger into the little anal opening, a dribble of pussy juice seeping down lubricating the finger for him. Mere contact with the muscle guarding the entrance to his daughter's asshole was sensual. His finger pushed hard, meeting with natural resistance for a moment. Then the orifice seemed to give way, and his finger moved through the nether ring into her back passage. It slid deeper and deeper until the first knuckle was in her rectal hallway. She stabbed her body down, trying to press more of it into her at once, feeling some slight discomfort would pass.
Richard shoved his finger deeper until the second knuckle was inside.
"MMMMMMMM ... YESSSSS...." she whispered. "That's the way. That's what I like." The lovely blonde girl was now screwing her ass straight up and down, and on each downward drop she forced the finger a little deeper into her bumhole. He began twisting it around and around inside her, widening the rear tunnel, taking away the little pain. She sighed, making him aware of how passionate it all felt.
She thrilled to the pressure of his cock continually sliding in and out of her hot cunt, separated from her rectum by a thin wall of membrane. All the while her father's hard, thick penis continued plunging deeper and deeper into the tightness of her hot hole. Her heatedly pulsating pussy slammed up against his hairy pelvis with shuddering power.
He began timing his thrusts, causing his pounding cock to coincide with the driving attacks of his impaling finger as it continued plunging into her asshole. Donna felt delightfully impaled on two solid objects at once, and it was all so wonderfully glorious. She groaned and sighed beneath him, causing his virile cock to expand and swell all the more as it continued rummaging through the blistering confines of her blazing pussy. God! The throbbing cock felt as if it was going to simply burst at any moment.
Jesus! Richard knew he had to come, and soon. If he didn't, his entire body would explode.
He was having one helluva time! First there had been Roz. Then there had been Lyn, Roz's mother. Now his own wife felt to him like a totally new cunt.
"Ooooooohhhhhh ... daddy...." Donna involuntarily gasped. "Daddy?" Reaching out with his hand, Richard fumbled near the night table to his right until his hand suddenly came into contact with the lamp resting there. He had to keep his weight on his shoulders because his other hand still had a finger tightly pressed into her asshole. At the same time his hips continued their rhythmic motion, not stopping for a moment. He jammed his cock into her cunt again and again.
Turning on the lamp, he looked down and gasped, unable to believe who was beneath him.
"Donna!" he all but yelled, and yet his body continued the rhythm, refusing to stop for a moment, or even slow down. "Donna, baby, it's you."
"Yes, Daddy," she gasped, kissing his hand. "I love you, daddy. I love you with all my heart. Now fuck me! Keep on fucking me!"
"You knew," he gasped, pulling his finger from her asshole and digging his palms into the bed in order to gain more leverage. "You knew all the time how I felt about you."
"Only because I felt the same way about you," Donna confessed. "You're the most wonderful man in the world, and it just wasn't fair that I, the one girl who wanted your loving most of all, should be deprived of it."
He realized how much her cunt meant to him. God! No wonder she had felt different from his wife. Oh God! She was fabulous! Now that he'd started fucking her, he would not only finish, but he intended to keep on fucking her. God! He had his choice of four cunts now, and if they didn't kill him, he was going to find some way to keep them all happy. This was the kind of thing that never happened to most men, and he'd be double-damned if he'd forego such pleasure now that he'd found it.
Sure! Her cunt had to be fabulous. After all, she had emerged from another cunt that was similar to her own a cunt that he had loved for the longest time.
"Oh Wow!" he gasped. "I'M ... UHHHHH ... GOING TO SHOOT!" But he wanted her to achieve satisfaction, as well. She was his daughter, and even in this incestuous endeavor he had to take care of his little girl. He wanted to feel her spurting lubricity mingle with his sperm.
He picked up the tempo, speeding up the thrusts, ramming his solid cock into her tightly squeaking pussy center. He was panting with the effort, intent on bringing her to the pinnacle of delight, wanting things to be so good for her, that in later life, when she married, she would still never forget her father.
Her imprisoning, slender thighs continued to tightly clutch him as her cunt sucked strongly on the length of masculine flesh hose he was driving into her. He was able to discern from the way her throbbingly squeezing vagina was reacting that she was about to hit the top. He continued his unending attack, pounding his thrusting prick into the seething depths of her shuddering body.
YESSSSSS ... DADDDDYYYYYYY...." she gasped. "FUCK IT INTO ME ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME...." She continued shouting words at him, urging him to continue, repeating her vocal chant again and again. This made him all the more determined, and he rammed his pounding phallic length into her with even greater strength as she salaciously gasped. Her heels kicked against his buttocks in a wildly maddening tattoo as she tried bringing her knees farther back, turning her flaring pussy up to the downward drive of his thrusting cock as if she were sacrificing it to him. He continued slamming into her tightly slotted furrow like a wild man, and Donna, feeling the pressure, was aware of her eyes starting to roll in her head as her lovely face contorted with feeling, letting her know she was on the brink of release.
Donna felt her father's burningly pulsating penis starting to enlarge in the tightly crushing foyer of her squeezing and compressing vagina. Her father was going to climax, too. What in the world would be more glorious than to feel her father injecting his seed into her as she experienced her own ultimate orgasm.
DADDY...." she gasped ... "OH DADDY ... I ... UHHHH ... CAN FEEL IT ... OH YES, I CAN FEEL IT ... I FEEL IT ... DON'T STOP ... KEEP FUCKING ... KEEP DOING IT ... "
"Almost there, baby," he grunted, pounding into her with vibrant lightning like thrusts, heedless of anything else at the moment. He had to hit the top of the rainbow, and he had to bring her with him.
Her lissome torso began churning and grinding madly beneath her father's body, twisting, wriggling, crushing him close to her as she slammed her hips against his pelvis, feeling the wonderful digging pressure of the organ lunging even further into her.
He was holding her so tightly, she found herself unable to breathe as he screamed out his orgasm in ecstasy.
"GGGGGHHHHH AAAAANNNNNGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-HHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" he bellowed, his own breath completely escaping from his body momentarily as he poured a heavy river of semen into the tenderly clinging body of his beloved daughter, flooding her shuddering vagina with the warming medicine of his seminal cream.
All the while he was aware of the tight walls of her spasming vagina tightly gripping his penis as if it had all kinds of tiny little grasping fingers. Her seething interior clutched his shuddering lance as it thoroughly hosed down the soft membranes in her quaking interior.
The two of them clung very tightly to one another, the father's spurting penis continually emptying itself into the enclosed vat of her feminine center. Spurt after spurt brought spasm after spasm of uncontrolled sensation until the lovely blonde girl finally came to her own crisis.
"AAAAAIIIIIYYYYYEEEEEAAAAAIIIII-GGGGGHHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAUUUUUWWWWWAAAAA-GGGGGHHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAYYYYAAAAGGGHHH!" she shrieked, bouncing wildly beneath him.
They clung to one another for a long time, father and daughter, lovers in every sense of the word, unable to let go. Knowing this was his daughter had made the feeling so much stronger in Richard that he felt totally sapped for the moment. Donna felt just as drained, for being loved by her father was what she had needed to bring her to the utmost height of feeling.
They remained clinging to one another for a long time, until the two of them were finally snapped out of their reverie by Roz, who said, "All right you two. Now it's my turn."
CHAPTER TWELVE
"I'll never get it up again," Richard insisted as he lay on the bed beside his daughter, his hand absently fondling her cunt while he looked at the naked Roz.
"I have more faith in you than you have in yourself," Roz told him. "I've also been doing a little reading down at the public library, and I sure as hell know what to do to get it up."
"Do you mean you knew my daughter had this feeling for me?" Richard asked, his eyes locked on the full tits of the dark-haired girl.
"Certainly," Roz admitted. "What was more, from the way you made love to me, I kind of figured you had the same feeling for your daughter. Correct me if I'm wrong."
"I think it's quite obvious you aren't wrong," Richard admitted. "But why were you willing to help Donna get me? I mean, there would be that much less for you."
"Donna's going to help me make up the loss," Roz told him.
"What do you mean?" Richard asked.
"You see, I have the same feelings for my father that Donna has for you. Besides, you might as well know, dad took Donna's virginity just as you took mine."
"My God!" Richard softly murmured. "If you go to bed with your father, that'll really complete the cycle."
"What are you talking about?" Donna asked, kissing her father as Roz began fondling his limp penis. "I'm talking about your mothers. Hell! Roz, I've not only screwed you, but your mother, as well. What's more, the way I understand it from your mother, your father has been pumping my wife, Donna's mother. So now I've fucked all four women, and your dad has fucked three. I guess that leaves only one combination left."
"You won't try and stop us, will you?" Roz asked.
"Stop you? Hell! What were you planning, the same thing the two of you pulled on me?"
"We hadn't quite figured it out, yet."
"Well suppose we work at it from a different angle. Not only won't I stop you, but I'll even help the two of you. You'll have to let me to think up something."
"Oh daddy, you're wonderful," Donna said, and sitting up, she kissed her father. "I agree," Roz nodded, and she leaned down and opened her mouth, extending her hot, slithery tongue, letting it lap up all the juices still covering Richard's limp cock. She had never done anything like this before, but having seen her mother blow her father, she was quite sure she knew the right way to do it.
Richard gasped and opened his legs as Donna lay back and watched Roz's tongue wash her father's balls. For a girl who had never practiced any kind of oral loving, Roz turned out to be quite good. She licked all around the scrotum, then sucked the penis, slurping all over it until there wasn't a drop of seminal fluid left. Then she took one of Richard's balls into her mouth and began hungrily sucking, slurping away, running her tongue over the oval again and again. She repeated this same maneuver with the other ball, and slowly but surely the wilted penis began to take shape and swell. When Donna reached out to caress the phallic stick, Roz smacked her hand away, and taking her mouth from Richard's balls, said, "Don't touch, honey. This time the cock is going inside me."
"Roz is right," Donna admitted. "She does deserve some of the action. If it weren't for her, you and I might still be secretly pining away for one another, daddy, without ever finding out about it."
"She'll get her reward when I set her up with her own father."
"In time," Donna replied. "But I expect to be in on that, too. What's more, I think it'd be fun to see both you and Mr. Brighton fucking our two mothers at the same time, too."
"Everything in time," Richard assured her.
"Come on, daddy," Donna insisted. "Punish me if you want for having such desires, but don't take it out on Roz by not fucking her."
Richard smiled at the two females and said, "Punish you? You want me to punish you? Hmmm! I have an idea. Donna, lie on the bed on your back with your legs wide open."
The blonde girl did as she was told, asking, "Now what?"
"Roz, I want you licking my sperm out of Donna's cunt, and in the meantime I'm going to fuck you from the rear. This way you'll take one load in through your mouth and another through your cunt. By the way, I want both you girls on the Pill as soon as possible. No need of either of you becoming pregnant."
Roz kneeled at the foot of the bed and leaned forward, sinking her face into her friend's pussy. She had never even dreamed of doing something like this, and under normal circumstances was afraid of the taint of lesbianism, but if this was what Donna's father wanted her to do, then it must be all right, especially since she was about to receive a heterosexual fuck at the same time. Her wide-open mouth clamped itself to Donna's cunt and she began noisily licking and slurping. Donna' slender thighs automatically closed around Roz's head, keeping the brunette in place.
Richard knelt behind the slightly heavier, taller girl, taking her narrow waist in his two hands. Roz's ass was definitely much fuller than that of his own daughter, and it was such a nice ass it made a pleasant change from Donna. Hell! It was almost exactly like her mother's ass.
Donna was already starting to gasp with new arousal as Roz's tongue continued working its way through her vagina. She propped some pillows under her head and looked at the bureau mirror off to the side where she saw the reflection of what her father was doing to Roz. He was pressing his aching dong low and straight, using it to part the pussylips surrounded by peach fuzz. He prodded the labia with the tip of his pulsating penis, searching for, seeking, finally finding the entrance to the hot slot.
Roz wriggled a little to help the man. Once he was certain the rounded knob of his cock was locked firmly inside her vulva, he poised himself, then shoved in, deep and hard. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! No doubt about it! She had a cunt just like her mother, but there the similarities ended. Her mother, obviously used to being fucked, secreted much more oil, and more quickly. Not that it made her hole loose, but Richard had to admit he liked it when a cunt took its time lubricating. His cock sank all the way into her nicely, slowly, delectably. It was a warm, wet, wonderful feeling and what was more, it was something relatively new for Richard because this was the one position Gail despised. So even though he had fucked Roz's cunt once before, because of the position it felt like a nice, new pussy.
Roz gasped with delight, her mouth pressed firmly against the slavering opening of Donna's succulent cunt. Her own cunt tingled and felt as if it was filled with sparklers. Her inner walls automatically tightened around the hard plunger, making it bubble with delight.
Hungrily she licked and slurped the delicious juices pouring from the flooded center of her friend's vagina. It tasted good, and probably the semen she drank would taste even better if she were to get it directly from a cock. Sex was still something new to both, Roz and Donna. Each new experience was uplifting and delightful, it was almost as if each time was the first time all over again. Their bodies seemed to blend together so nicely.
Richard's hard thrusts were already increasing inside the burning depths of her feminine orifice as he slammed his throbbing length of masculinity as far into her as possible. His weighty testicles slammed against her clitoris, making it tingle and throb with anticipation. The mere feel of his swinging testicles made the dark-haired girl lick all the more strongly into the tunnel of her friend. She ground her body backward each time Richard thrust his cock forward, rotating her slim hips, slamming back to meet his hard solid thrusts. All the while she continued lapping away at Donna's vaginal inferno, plunging the full length of her tongue all the way in, letting it slide against each wall in turn, then pulling it out and using it to palpate Donna's clitoris.
Donna found this an entirely new and different experience. Having her friend's mouth work against her clitoris was thrilling her beyond belief, aroused all the more because she was sharing her father with her best friend, and would shortly be sharing Roz's father with the same friend. What she wanted most was to take on the two men by herself.
Roz continued rotating the hot, tightness of her sucking pussy around the plunging pole of Richard Sander, swiveling her hips from side to side to enhance the sensations for Richard. But in doing so, she also built feelings that much higher in herself.
"Wonderfulllll...." Donna was gasping, her body rising and falling in time with the way her father was pumping into Roz. "UMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHH!" was all Roz was able to mumble at that moment, her mouth too busy for talking.
However the vibrations coming from her voice-box as her mouth pressed against Donna's tingling clitoris was enough to make the blonde girl realize she was already on the verge of another orgasm, and so quickly after having had her initial one with her father.
Even as she began reaching for the stars, Donna realized that this would be her third climax, and it would be brought on by yet another person. How many girls were able to claim three different orgasms by three different people, all of whom she loved one way or another? Here was Roz close to her own second orgasm, and it was being drilled into her by the same person who had brought her to her initial culmination. Yes, she was one lucky girl, indeed.
Roz was indeed on the verge of a climax. In fact, hers was building at an even faster rate than Donna's. Hell! Donna had already had one. So had Richard. She, in the meantime, had nakedly stood by and had the pleasure of watching father fuck daughter. As a result, her own climax was mounting higher and higher, and now, with a strong cock stroking in her tantalized cunt, stimulating her that much more, her orgasm came charging to the surface as her seething pussy tightly clung to Richard's thrusting penis. Her mouth gaped wide and she yelled right into the center of Donna's steaming nest.
"HHHHHWWWWWAAAAAUUUUU-MMMMMFFFFFWWWWWRRRRRGGGGGWWWWWUUUUUFFFFFAAAAA-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUFFFFFAAAAAUUUUUWWWWWAAAAANNNNN-GGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" she bellowed.
This was all that was needed to set Donna off all over again, and now it was her turn to loud a banshee wail escape from her mouth.
"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAIIIIIYYYYY-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAIIIIYYYYYEEEEEAAAAA-GGGGGHHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGG HHHHH AA AAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed. Her slender thighs tightly gripped Roz's face even more tightly, just as Roz's seething cunt continued tightening around the throbbing length of Richard's shuddering cock. The dark-haired girl shuddered and trembled, her face locked into Donna's simmering chasm while her own burning center gripped the thrusting prod of Richard Sander even more tightly.
Donna, perspiring heavily, was suddenly very aware of her father's expression and realized the man was on the verge of his own second orgasm. She clamped her thighs all the more tightly around Roz's face, holding the brunette in place as best she was able in order to help her father achieve his climax to the fullest.
Richard sank his clutching fingers into the beautiful woman's buttocks as he pounded into Roz's cunt with all his strength. Then his balls once again opened up and he released whatever was left of his sperm.
"AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH AAAA-NNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH-AAAAAUUUUUWWWWWAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHUUUUGGGHHHHHHH!" he bellowed.
There was a lot more feeling than there was semen. All he had left to fire into the lovely long brunette were a few short dribbles. Roz barely felt the leaking droplets falling into her. There was no heated gush this time, and without it, something seemed to be missing. With her own father things would be different.
Even so, the feeling generated by her orgasm had been strong enough so that she was no longer capable of supporting herself on her knees. She fell forward, lying flat on the bed, tugging Richard down with her. Her vaginal muscles refused to release their tight grip on his emptying penile extension.
Donna opened her own thighs in order to let Roz up for air. The dark-haired girl was almost blue in the face. She sucked the air into her lungs with tremendous, heaving gasps.
Pulling away from Roz's face, Donna slid off the bed and moved to the foot of it where she kneeled behind her father and used her tongue to lick his shrinking scrotum. When the penis shriveled to where it fell out of Roz's tight pussy, she leaned forward and used her tongue to catch the drippings, just as Roz had done to her.
Donna soon accepted the fact that there was no way she was going to make Roz climax again. Both of them were too exhausted at the moment, and if they continued trying, all they'd do would be to wear themselves out so much, they might be caught inflagrante delicto by their mothers. It was not yet time for their mothers to know what was going on. But that time would come, shortly.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was Richard who decided that the time for the mothers to know everything was the following evening. Because Donna's period came on schedule she would not be able to indulge in the upcoming pleasures, but when her father called her mother and Lyn together for a meeting in his living room, she and Roz were listening from the nearby dining room. The two women, dressed in white blouses and dark skirts, sat on the sofa against the right wall while Richard sat in a chair facing them, and said, "I've decided it's time to clear the air here. I don't know how everything got started, but I do know we've all been doing some heavy extracurricular fucking of late."
"You mean extra-marital fucking," his wife snapped, looking angrily at the two of them.
"I mean more than extra-marital fucking," he told them. "Because our daughters are also involved."
"What???" the two women gasped simultaneously. "Before the two of you start exploding, I think a little honesty is called for. To begin with, I don't know why you started fucking with Paul, Gail, but the fact is, you've not only been doing it, but enjoying it."
"Here's why!" Gail snapped, and she produced one of the pictures Paul had taken of Richard and Lyn in the Sauna.
"Well I only did it with Richard because I thought you and Paul had done it first," Lyn objected.
"Hold it!" Richard shouted. "First or last doesn't matter. What does matter is that we've all done it. On top of everything else, I've slept with Roz, and Paul's slept with Donna."
"Oh, wow" Lyn gasped.
"Stop going off half-cocked," Richard snapped.
"He means half-cunted," Donna whispered to Roz in the other room. "The girls are old enough to know what they want," Richard continued. "They enjoy sex. However they're very discriminating. The simple fact is, now that we've all started fucking around, we all enjoy it. Tell me, Lyn do you want to terminate our affair?"
"No," Lyn admitted.
"Gail, now that you've been fucked by Paul, would you be content to settle for me alone?"
"No," Gail confessed. "Well, I feel the same way. I want you," he said to his wife. "I want you," he said to Lyn. "I want your daughter," he told Lyn. "And I want my own daughter," he insisted, making the two women gasp in utter astonishment. "That's right. I've fucked my own daughter. I didn't do it intentionally, at least it wasn't intentional on my part, but it sure as hell was enjoyable. Before either one of you explodes, let me explain that what I did I did because Donna wanted it. She tricked me into it, with Roz's help. It seems Donna's had a hankering for me for some time, which is why she initially seduced Paul. But when she had the chance to get her own dad, she took it."
"What are you suggesting now?" Lyn asked, apparently adjusting to everything a little more quickly than Gail. "It seems Roz has the same yen for her father that Donna had for me. What I'm suggesting, plainly and simply, is that you ladies assist me in convincing Paul to fuck his own daughter. The thing is, Paul is just as hot for Roz as I am for Donna. By acting in concert we can take measures to prevent any unwanted 'accidents.' Before you both start spouting off about wickedness and immorality being carried to the extreme, tell me, what would you rather have, a loving father fucking his own daughter, or some crude jerk taking advantage of her in a back alley somewhere and hurting her?"
The two women sat there quietly, and it was Gail who spoke first.
"How do we know Roz wants this?" she asked.
"Ask her yourself," Richard insisted. "Girls, come in here." The two girls, both dressed in halters and shorts, came from Donna's bedroom, where they had retreated for fear of being overheard in the living room. They walked in and stood in front of their mothers, and it was Lyn, talking to her daughter, who said, "Is this what you really want, darling?"
"Yes, mother," Roz replied. "I want it very much."
"Well then," Lyn said, "unless you have some objections...." Gail shook her head negatively, " ... I think we should proceed. What do we do to finish this cycle?" Richard calmly explained everything to the two older women, claiming he would need their assistance. It would require a lot of intermingling, especially among the women, but it was either that, or leave Roz frustrated, knowing Donna's heart's desire had been granted while Roz's had not.
"All right," Lyn nodded. "I'm willing."
"I'll go along," Gail agreed. "Fine," Richard nodded. "May I suggest Friday afternoon. Paul worked late last Friday, so he should be home early this Friday. With a couple of stiff drinks under his belt, he should be amenable, because I'm certain he's as hot for Roz as I was for Donna."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was even warmer that particular Friday than it had been the previous week. They were using Richard's car, and when they parked it in Richard's driveway, he said to Paul, "How about coming in for a drink?"
Richard had felt the strain between Paul and himself that entire week, well aware Paul knew of his relationship with Lyn. What Paul didn't know was his relationship with Roz. Before he found out, he intended making certain there would be a relationship between Paul and his own daughter. "Okay," Paul nodded.
They went into the house, sat in the living room, and Richard poured them two shots of bourbon. When these were finished, he poured two more. Than there was a third round, and the two men talked about trivial things while the alcohol slowly began having its effect on Paul. Richard had the proverbial hollow leg and was capable of ingesting great quantities of alcohol without appearing inebriated. Paul, on the other hand, after two drinks, relaxed whatever inhibitions he might have had, and following the third one, Richard knew the man would be amenable to just about anything.
Aloud, he said, "Another successful week brought to a close, eh Paul."
It was the signal. In the spare bedroom, Roz and her mother had been waiting, while Donna and her mother waited in the master bedroom.
"Mother, I'm a big girl now," Roz called out, loud enough for the two men to hear. "I can make my own decisions."
"Hey, your wife and daughter are here," Richard remarked.
"Hmmmm?" Paul asked. The two men came to their feet and walked into the small hallway leading to the bedroom. The guest bedroom door was partly open, and Paul pushed it open the rest of the way, saying, "Hey, what're you girls doing here?"
He was astonished to see his daughter totally naked. He hadn't seen Roz in the altogether ever since she had started developing, and he was astounded at how much like her mother she looked, physically. Actually, she looked more like her mother when her mother had been Roz's age.
Had he been sober and thinking, Paul would have turned away and apologized for barging in. As it was, he simply stared. "Your daughter believes she's not pretty enough to attract any decent men," Lyn said. "I've explained to her that she has a lovely body and that the right man will come along and make her feel really good when the time comes."
Roz flushed, a rich red filling her already tan flesh, making her skin more richly hued than ever. Her father stood there, eyeing her plump, upstanding, soft breasts with their large tan nipples and silver-dollar-sized areolae. He looked at the almost non-existent fuzz on her pubic mound, and at the slender tapering of her thighs, as well as the way her navel seemed to create a concave appearance to her belly, just like her mother, who was standing nearby in her own black bikini.
"Well," Lyn asked, "what do you think?"
"Turn around," he muttered to Roz. "Lemmee look at your ass, honey." Roz smiled to herself and turned to exhibit briefly the smoothly rounded cheeks of her behind, knowing this was definitely going to work.
She flushed again, realizing her father's eyes were riveted on her. He was staring at her not like a father, but like a man staring at a woman. It meant he was definitely interested, even if it had taken a little bourbon to break down his self-control.
"I'd say she's just like her mother," Paul muttered, himself turning red as he realized he was discussing the sexuality of his daughter. "She's about the prettiest thing I've ever seen."
Paul took them both by surprise as he walked into the room, reached out, and fondled his daughter's right breast. Richard, in the doorway, smiled, while Donna and Gail came up behind him and also watched. They noticed he was reluctant to let go of Roz's breast.
"There, do you see?" Lyn was saying, herself strongly aroused.
"Well he's daddy," Roz insisted. "Sure he'd say something nice."
"Nice? You have to be kidding," Lyn mocked. "You've given your father a king-sized erection." Without another word, Lyn reached down and unzipped her husband's fly, and reaching inside, brought out his quickly swelling cock. It was fully erect by the time she got it out, purple-tipped, blue-veined, and stiffer than marble. Lyn began fondling it, thinking she ought to be ashamed of herself, participating in the seduction of her daughter by her husband, but instead she felt a perverse thrill shudder through her.
Roz stared, licking her lips, knowing this time the cock was for her and no one else. Her father was still holding her breast, all fired up as she reached down and gripped his cock.
"Daddy, you have such a beautiful prick," she told him. As his wife and daughter stood fondling his cock, Paul found himself squeezing both their asses, noting how remarkably alike they were. He gripped his wife's ass through the bikini, and his daughter's naked flesh. He squeezed hard, enjoying it.
"See how you've aroused your father," Lyn whispered, letting go in order to leave the manipulating of his organ up to Roz. But Roz also let go, saying, "Daddy's only trying to be kind to me. It's you he really cares for." The drinks had totally removed the last moral barriers in Paul Brighton. He smiled at his daughter and said, "No dear, right now it isn't your mother who has me aroused this way." His hand reached out to fondle her breast again, squeezing it all the more firmly, pulling on the nipple, massaging it with his thumb.
"Oh come on, daddy," Roz gasped, hugging his hand to her mammary, afraid he would let go. "But you are my father and you're naturally prejudiced toward me." When she let go of his hand he released her full tit.
"That's nonsense," Lyn insisted. "Let's see what Richard has to say."
"Hey, are you going to show me off to everyone?" Roz asked. Richard walked into the room and smiled and Roz pretended to be embarrassed by trying to cover herself up. Richard walked over to her and tried pulling her hands down. She put up just enough of a struggle, then finally let him tug her hands away and look at her.
"Richard, we need an objective opinion," Lyn said, smiling. "What do you think of my daughter's body?" Paul realized he was standing on one side of Roz, holding her hand, while her mother stood on the other side, holding her other hand, as if keeping them away from Roz's body. Roz, pretending to still be embarrassed, twisted from side to side, making her breasts bounce against her chest, thereby causing her father's mouth to water. She was also aware that although her father was standing to the side of her, his eyes were running up and down her pelvis, trying to look at her pink cunt. She pretended to be embarrassed and look at the floor.
"This is all so crazy," she insisted.
"God!" Paul gasped, letting go of her arm, moving around in front of her and staring at her. "If you weren't my daughter, I'd fuck you."
"Hell!" Richard laughed. "You've already fucked my daughter. Maybe I should return the compliment."
"I've not only fucked your daughter" Paul drunkenly bragged, "but I've fucked your wife, just like you've fucked my wife. I'm a bigger fucker than you are, Richard."
"No you aren't," Richard told him. "You see, not only have I already fucked your daughter, but I've also fucked my own daughter. So I'm one up on you, Paul."
Neither man would have brought this out into the open, sober. But Paul, being more than a little high, snapped. "Well, maybe it's time for me to even the score."
"Yes, daddy," Roz whispered. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Lyn asked her husband. "Shit! I've been hot for the kid for years now," Paul admitted. "I just didn't have the guts to come out with it before. But if my baby wants to be fucked by her daddy, then I think I should definitely do it."
"Do it, Paul," Donna smiled. "Go on and do it! Fuck Roz, just like you fucked me. You have a terrific cock, and it really did good things to me. It'd be wrong not to let Roz know how good you can make a woman feel."
Richard smiled to himself. He knew Paul was going to give in and fuck Roz. What was more, he was going to join in this first time. He quietly stepped out of the room and went to the bathroom where he found a tube of K-Y jelly. Dropping his pants and taking off the rest of his clothing, he smeared the jelly all over his cock. Then he returned to the guest bedroom.
Paul was almost on the verge of letting morality break through his uninhibitedness. Gail had taken the precaution of getting him another drink which he tossed off quickly enough, and then he turned to look at his daughter again. Roz saw she might be on the verge of losing him after coming so close, and she said, "Daddy doesn't really want me. He just said all those things to make me feel good."
"That's not true," Paul insisted, heavily perspiring. "Don't talk like that."
"We all love you, darling," Lyn said to her daughter.
"Sure," Roz told her. "It's easy for you to talk. You're my mother, and you can tell me how much you like me without making love to me. But if daddy really loved me, he'd prove it."
"Hey, I love you," her father insisted.
"Well I'm going to prove I love her even more," Richard said, coming closer to her, his upstanding cock sticking out, all shiny, covered with the jelly.
"What are you going to do?" Paul asked. "I'm going to fuck your lovely daughter in the ass," Richard replied. "I've already fucked her cunt and her mouth, and her ass is all that's left. If you want her cunt, I'm leaving it for you."
"Yes, yes, fuck her in the ass," Donna laughed. "Then, when I'm ready for it, you can fuck me back there too, daddy."
"You want to bugger my daughter?" Paul roared. "Why not?" Lyn asked. "You've done it to me often enough." Richard took Roz over to the bed and made her kneel on it, dog style. Gail, watching, was reminded of the way Paul had fucked her, but she knew her husband was going to. fuck the lovely eighteen-year-old girl in an entirely different hole.
Roz knelt like a bitch-in-heat, and everyone else there watched in total fascination as Richard slowly spread her asscheeks to reveal the delicate webbing of her light-brown anal pucker. Beyond the little crinkle was the rich pinkness of her inner assflesh. Without looking at the others, Richard centered his thrusting cock on the ring, and began pushing. Gail held her breath. She occasionally allowed her husband to do this to her, but not in this position. He had to either use the standard man-on-top position, or she had to sit on his cock and let it slide into her asshole.
Roz forced herself to hold perfectly still, her face tensing as she anticipated the same kind of ripping pain in her ass that she had felt the day Richard had initially popped her cherry. She shoved back with her hips, holding her arms very stiffly out as he best friend's father shoved forward. Everyone in the room held their breath as the pressure of the cock against her asshole mounted.
"Ooooooh!" the beautiful brunette teenager exclaimed as the fleshy head of the man's throbbing prick broke through the resisting anal ring. Her heavy panting suddenly became the only sound in the room. Perspiration broke out all over her as she struggled to help him ram cock the rest of the way into her.
"Ohhhhh ... hhhhhuuuunnnnhhhh ... Jesus!" the man cried as the length of his prick was swallowed up by the young girl's ass. He reached around to grab her heavy, dangling breasts as they pendantly waved in the air beneath her body. Roz panted, waiting, and then Richard lunged forward one more time, almost knocking the lovely girl flat as his cock entered her to the hilt.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh," she gasped, making everyone wonder just what it was she was feeling at that moment, pierced as she was to the very depths of her bowels. The jelly on Richard's cock had taken all the torment away, and he began plunging his penis in and out very rapidly. As a result, Roz sighed, "Yes, yes, that feels so good."
Gail, Lyn, and Paul all looked at one another, their mouths hanging open, astounded that Roz was taking to ass-fucking so easily. The two women knew Paul needed a little bit more encouragement before he did anything, and so they began stripping. Paul, seeing them undress, followed suit. The only one to remain clothed was Donna, and that would only be for today. Tomorrow she would be ready to join in the fun. She had already started taking the Pill, and Roz would be doing the same, very shortly.
"Oh that feels good, really good," Roz was gasping. "Richard, you really know how to use that thick, long penis of yours. Oh yes, yes," she burbled.
Richard, seeing the other getting undressed, tilted the girl on her side, while lying on his side. Her back was arched and her legs were still bent, and Richard was pounding his throbbing cock in and out of her tender rear-end. She reached behind her and touched Richard's hip, letting him know how much she appreciated what he was doing.
Seeing Paul now totally naked, Richard gripped Roz and tugged her on top of him as he rolled onto his back. Not once did he lose a stroke. She immediately began rotating her lovely hips in a rapid, circular motion, digging her feet flatly into the mattress of the bed, bouncing up and down on the shaft impaling her asshole. Richard was holding onto her full breasts as if for leverage.
"Come on, Paul," he called to the simian-looking man. "Fuck her cunt!"
"Yes, daddy, show me you love me," Roz called to her father. "Fuck me, daddy, fuck me!" She reached between her thighs with her right hand and touched her vaginal labia. They were soaked with the bubbling juices she was emitting, and she massaged the fluid against her palpitating clitoris.
Thinking this was one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen, Paul felt his cock swelling another in or so. He knelt between Richard's legs which were very widely spread between his daughter's. Roz's legs were so wide apart, she almost did a ballet split. His daughter's hot cuntlips were wide open, as tantalizing as his wife's had ever been, dripping heavy quantities of fluid down the insides of her thighs onto her asscheeks, and onto the groin of the man beneath her. Her cunt looked like a salivating mouth that was anxious to swallow her father's throbbing cock. But it was a rich, coral mouth with pouting folds that beckoned the drunken man closer. Paul leaned forward and touched the head of his throbbing cock to it, feeling the heat his daughter was emitting. He had to admit there was nothing more delicious than probing into a cunt that was soaking wet with inviting oils. God! He had fantasized about fucking his daughter for so long, he found it impossible to believe this was all true. God! Was he ever primed!
Deciding her father was taking too damn much time, and afraid he might back out at the last moment, Roz reached forward, digging her fingers into her father's asscheeks with both hands, and with a strength she never knew she had, she pulled him into her, his thick prick forcing her wall wider than ever, making her feel everything more strongly because of the cock in her rectum. The penis entered her narrow inlet with a sucking noise as it impaled her and immediately sank to its full length in her waiting depths. Almost immediately it began plundering in and out of her cunt, keeping in rhythm with the cock fucking her ass.
"OHHHH ... YES ... YES ... YES ... Roz gurgled with delight, feeling the wonderful pulsations in her tight quim quicken as her loving daddy ramrodded his shaft deeper and deeper into her.
At the same time the pressure from the cock driving in and out of her ass built the thrills even higher in her shuddering body. She savored the feeling of being jointly staked by the two masculine skewers, realizing there was even a form of love emanating from Richard.
The two mothers gaped at what was happening, feeling a mixture of envy and fear. Would they lose their husband to their daughters, or was it possible, now that everything was out in the open, that the two men would do this very same thing to the both of them?
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Roz moaned, the pleasure in her voice undeniable.
"God! This is getting me hot," Gail gasped, now as naked as Lyn, feeling her own vagina. "What can we do?"
"If we can't have the men, we can use ourselves," Lyn suddenly decided. "If you want to call it lesbianism or anything else, that's your prerogative, but I'm so hot I'll settle for any kind of sex."
"What are you talking about?" Gail asked, sitting in the room's lone chair, an overstuffed Morris chair that had once been in the living room. Without another word, Lyn fell to her knees between Gail's thighs and forced the blonde woman to part her legs all the wider. Gail flinched in surprise when the alien lips of a female began nibbling at the ragged edges of her seething pussy, but she didn't look down. She merely canted her hips forward a bit as she spread her thighs so that they were each over an arm of the chair. She placed her hands on Lyn's head, her gaze all the while riveted on the erotic sight taking place on the bed. Her husband was under the beautiful girl who looked so much like the woman nibbling her own pussy, while the girl's father, Gail's new-found paramour, was fucking wildly into her cunt. Each time he pulled back, the ragged pink edges of Roz's pussy were openly splayed. There was a demonic grin on the face of Richard, her husband, as he continued driving his throbbing cock in and out of Roz's ass. There was a primitive oneness taking place in this room, and Gail was almost afraid of it. She was worried things would sexually get out of hand.
Only Donna seemed calm and unhurried. Though the sight of all this had her naturally aroused, she was intelligent enough to know she was in no shape to do anything, and as a result, she remained patient. Her own time would come.
The dually fucked Roz was sighing out in ever-higher decibels, gasping and panting. She let herself go, overindulged in cock for the moment. She began howling and bucking with desire, fucking forward into the length of her father's prick, and slamming downward into the stanchion of Richard's cock. With each driving, digging stroke she seemingly counterpunched, taking everything they had, and more.
"Anh ... anh ... anh ... anh ... anh ... anh...." she chanted in time with the buildup taking place in her belly., helping her toward her explosion. The climb within her was increasing, moving at a faster pace than ever, moving even faster than the way the two men were fucking into her twin orifices.
The three of them were groaning and grunting, panting uncontrollably, unable to help themselves. They were gasping out a total rendition of an erotic sonata, completely oblivious to life or persons outside their triangle for the moment.
"I'm going to come ... I'm going to come ... ohhhhh ... it's so good ... so good ... YYYYAAANNNGGGHHHHAAARRR-GGGGHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHAAAAUUUUU WWWWWAAAAANNN-GGGAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHGGGHHH!" Paul bellowed, lying on his daughter, slobbering all over her breasts, chewing her nipples as he fired a burning load of flooding semen into the steaming center of her seething cunt, his throbbing prick tightly gripped by the beautiful Roz's flailing, pulsating vagina as she attained her own satisfaction-a dual orgasm shooting through her, both front and rear.
"EEEEEEYYYYYIIIIIAAAAAGGGGHHHHAAAAWWWWAAAAIIIIIYYYYAAAAAIIIIII-EEEEEAAAAAGGGGHHHHAAAAUUUUUWWWWWEEEEEAAAAAGGGGHHHH ... DADDDDDYYYY...." she shrieked. "I CAN FEEL ITTTT ... IN MY CUNT ... IN MY ASSSSSS ... OHHHH...." Gail felt Lyn's tongue probing all the more deeply in her own vagina. The latter caught the blonde's clitoris between her lips in what felt like a bite but was actually an overpowering sucking. Shocking thrills pervaded her body, and she smiled at her husband and shouted to him, "Shoot in her ass, darling! Shoot!"
"HHHHHAAAAANNNNGGGHHHH-UUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHAAAAAUUUUUWWWWW-AAAAANNNNGGGGGHHHHAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!" Richard bellowed and blasted liquid fire into the seething depths of the lovely Roz's rectum. The quaking cock swelled as it fired blast after blast into the flooding tunnel as the man gripped her saliva-wet breasts, holding to them for leverage as he thrust upward, squeezing her nipples now that Paul had finished sucking on them.
The three now lay in a sticky, oozing heap on the bed, all of them breathing and panting heavily, the sound of their heartbeats audible in the rest of the room. They lay silent, listening to the sounds made by two women.
"Are you sure this isn't lesbianism?" Gail asked, feeling herself sliding from the chair until she was lying on the floor. "I still have heterosexual desires," Lyn assured her, "but there is no cock available now, so I'll settle for eating your cunt until you climax."
Gail sat up and grabbed Lyn by the hair. When the brunette was tugged up, Gail kissed her solidly on the mouth, tasting her juices on Lyn's lips. She smiled at the brunette and said, "If we're going to do this, let's do it right and eat each other."
Initially, when Paul caught the movement of the two women out of the corner of his eye, he was unable to tell who was whom, since, hair flying, making all kinds of snorting sounds through their noses, they looked like nothing more than a tangle of arms and legs.
Richard also saw the two women on the floor, rolling around. He knew Paul had felt his orgasm more intensely than he, Richard had, because this was Paul's daughter the two of them had fucked. But looking at the two women seemed to light a fire inside him.
Slowly but surely he began wriggling out from under Paul and Roz. He recognized the fact that it was his wife who was lying on top of Lyn. She had the lovely brunette doubled back, legs pinioned under her arms, the woman's almost hairless snatch spread wide with her thumbs. Gail was just as hungrily gobbling the feminine delicacy of Lyn's cunt as he himself had once eaten Roz's. Her tongue was licking up every drop that was flooding from the darker woman's dripping center.
At the same time Lyn had her arms around Gail's slender hips, hanging on tightly since Gail's hips were high in the air and waggling wildly from side to side. Her knees were wide apart and she was humping her ass up and down in a wild motion of fucking as Gail sucked her pussy and she sucked Gail's. The two of them made loud, lascivious noises that sent chills shuddering up and down Richard's spine.
Paul rolled off his daughter, and Roz sat up on the bed. Along with Richard they watched, astonished at what was taking place between the two women.
"You know," Donna said to Roz. "This is something you and I will have to try sometime in the future."
"I'm game," Roz nodded. The two lust-maddened women on the floor murmured lasciviously and gurgled deep in their throats, their reaching tongues trying hard to bring one another to that peak of peaks, each assaying to attempt the perfect response from the center of the other, and obviously both were succeeding.
Gail alternately probed Lyn's passion pit, licking the exterior of her cunt until there were no visible juices with an unbelievably long tongue for such a slender woman. Then she backed off to suck slurpingly at the extension of Lyn's clitoris. At the same time, Lyn, underneath, firmly clung to Gail's slender hips and opened her mouth as wide as possible to suck the entire length of the blonde's steaming cunt.
Gail, the soft underside of her tongue swishing over the folds of Lyn's labia, then returned to the outstanding clitoris, flicking her tongue against the little protrusion consistently. Her hands bore down on the backs of Lyn's legs as if intent on splitting her wide apart.
Lynn's body suddenly began convulsing, jerking spasmodically as her spine seemingly went haywire and her vagina began inwardly contracting. Lynn threw her head back and shouted, "AAAIIIEEE-YYYAAAGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAIIIYYYAAANNNGGGHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHHH!" Then she clamped her own mouth tightly against Gail's pulsing vagina after she had taken a deep breath. She began whipping her open mouth from side to side, licking frothily with her tongue, as if trying to suck the vaginal meat of Gail's interior out of her.
Gasping out a series of, "OOOOF! AAAHHH-MMM! YOWWWFFFFF!" Gail whipped her back, tightly gripped though it was, lifting first one buttock, then the other as she rolled from side to side, her nipples pressing down against Lyn's belly as she appeared to want solely to want to shake the brunette loose and roll away from her. But she spread her thighs even farther apart, causing her cunt to slam down into Lyn's face, causing the darker woman's head to bounce against the floor-carpeting again and again. Gail's partially reared torso shuddered, her small, round breasts swinging gently as she screamed, "YES ... Y&S ... YES ... THAT'S IIIITTTT ... II'MMMM ... THERE ... I'M THERE ... YES ... YES ... OHHHHH ... HHHAAANNNGGGHHH ... GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHHUUUNNN-GGGHHH AAANNNGGGHHHHHH!" Then she simply collapsed as if her insides had been sucked out of her, her body visibly sagging as she simply lay on top of Lyn, finally rolling off to one side.
All the participants in the room were speechless for the moment. Donna was the only one capable of saying anything, but she knew she really had nothing to say. All this had started simply because she had told Roz how much she wanted to have an affair with Roz's father. If she was sorry for anything it was simply that she wasn't a participant in all this.
She was startled out of her reverie when she heard her own mother say, "All right, which one of you macho men is going to fuck me in the ass?"
"Please...." Paul said to Richard. "This time it's my turn to get the back door."
"Be my guest," Richard smiled. "Guest, hell!" Paul laughed. "From now on all four of these cunts, mouths, and assholes belong to the both of us, for at least as long as the girls live with us. When they marry, I guess we'll have to settle for simple wife-swapping."
"The hell you will," Lyn snapped. "After my daughter's wedding night, I get first dibs at her husband."
"And I get second," Gail insisted.
"I'll settle for third," Donna admitted, "just as long as you remember that when I get married, the man is my groom, and I get him before any one of you cock-hungry females."
"Then it'll be my turn to get first dibs after my daughter of course," Gail laughed.
"You know, if we really want to have ourselves a ball, we ought to start a neighborhood swap club," Lyn suggested. "I don't think so, her husband objected. "We're better off keeping this among ourselves, for now. Don't be too quick to spread the happiness we've found. Don't forget, what we have, we have because we each want to make all the others happy. Bringing in outsiders who don't go along with our way of thinking might be a very bad idea."
"I go along with Paul," Richard nodded. "I think right now we all have enough. I mean, in a few years the girls will be getting married, and in all probability we'll have their husbands joining in. So everything'll even itself out and you girls won't feel you're being shortchanged. In the meantime, you certainly can't complain about the way Paul and I give service."
"Daddy's right," Donna interrupted. "If we bring in outsiders, who knows, but the men may be short and skinny where it counts. Then how do you get rid of them? It's easy enough to start a swap club, but it's very difficult to end one."
"Donna has a point," Roz agreed. "I mean, you know she and I won't marry any man until we find him satisfactorily endowed, cockwise. Once they're in the family, believe me, they'd have to be pretty dumb to want to tell anyone else what's going on."
"I don't see either of these girls marrying anyone that dumb," Richard insisted.
"Richard's right," Paul nodded. "After all, look who they chose to have their affairs with."
"You know," Gail snapped. "You two are doing an awful lot of talking and very little fucking.
How about a little sodomy, Paul?"
"One cock, coming right up ... your ass," Paul laughed as he moved toward Gail, and everyone else watched with renewed interest.
