Most of us lead two lives--real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies--wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out in the open and act on them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In this story the characters have decided not to repress their sexual desires and fantasies--and for some of them they must suffer the consequences, while others find ultimate happiness.
PUTTING OUT FOR DAD- a story that deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts us all in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on the solutions of others. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
- The Publisher
Chapter One
Norman Pitt's cock was like a long, thick hunk of rock in his trunks as he looked down at the girl's saucy ass cheeks in the taut bikini.
This is crazy, he thought. This girl is seventeen, less than a year older than my own daughter!
But she had been vamping him all day. It was she who suggested they leave the party and come down to the beach alone. She had even rubbed up against him and whispered in his ear as she ran her hand over his crotch.
"I'd love to have some of that!"
"You must be kidding, Marie. I'm old enough to Be your father!
"Yeah, but you're not, and I'm tired of young boys. C'mon, let's go somewhere and be alone!"
And so now Norman found himself on a strip of beach, alone with his boss's seventeen-year-old daughter, and he had a hard-on that wouldn't go away.
"You like my body, don't you, Norman?" the girl said, her voice muffled by her arm.
"Yeah, but like I said, I'm thirty-five and you're seventeen and my own daughter is right up there in the house."
"What Patty doesn't know won't hurt her."
The blonde teenager rolled over and took a deep breath. Her enormous breasts lurched upward against the scanty bikini top until Norman could see the darker skin of her nipples peeking above the material.
He groaned and rolled onto his side. The erection he had been trying to conceal brushed against her thigh.
She smiled. "You've got a hard-on, Norman." She flipped back over onto her belly. "Want to look at my ass some more?"
The man's eyes wandered down the soft curve of her cheek where it pressed against the beach towel. Down the line of her neck to her short-cropped blonde hair, across the deep tan of her shoulders, and lingered on the white swell of one breast where it was squashed out of her bra by the weight of her body.
Through the thin cloth the nipple was clearly defined as it struggled to get free. His mouth watered as he thought of how it would taste, how it would feel struggling between his hungry lips.
Tearing his eyes away, he continued his inspection, his gaze following the gentle curve of her ass that carried their soft circle to the hollow between her slightly spread thighs.
He knew he shouldn't. He knew it could mean disaster, but he couldn't help it. This little blonde, prick-teasing teenager had really gotten to him.
His hand moved over her ass and gently caressed the flowing cheek that quivered gently under his palm. Tenderly he squeezed, letting her hot flesh fill his hand. His fingers drifted down toward the juncture of her thighs where the blonde curls of pubic hair peeped from under her bikini.
"Don't," she said softly. She hadn't moved and her face was turned away from him when she said it.
Norman froze. "I thought that's what you brought me down here and got me all heated up for!"
"It is." Marie shivered and turned her face to him. Her cheeks were flushed, her voice thickened with passion. "But we can't do it here."
He continued to rub his hand along her ass until it rested on the warm back of her thigh, his fingers sliding lightly between her spread legs to press against her cunt.
He knew what he was doing was crazy, insane. But he had gone too far. He couldn't control himself any longer. Seventeen or not, boss's daughter or not, he had to have some of this young cunt.
"Where can we go then?"
"You really do want it, don't you, Norman?"
Under his touch, her cunt began juicing, allowing his fingers to push the material of her bikini deeper into her slit.
"Stop," she gasped. She snapped her legs closed, trapping his hand, and half rolled on her side pulling him towards her until his throbbing cock nestled against the deep tan of her belly.
Marie looked down at the contact and her eyes widened. "Jesus, Corinne was telling the truth!" She laughed at the way he pulled his hand from between her thighs.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, Corinne told me you were hung like a fucking horse. Now I believe her!"
Oh God, he thought, so that was it. One afternoon, in a moment of weakness, he had fucked Corinne Thomas on the sofa in his office. It had been a good piece of ass, and Corinne had never let him forget it. Corinne was the office whore, besides being old H.J. Clay's personal secretary. Being H.J.'s secretary pretty much got Corinne anything she wanted, including Norman's elephant-sized cock.
But he hadn't dreamed that the stupid girl would pass around the knowledge of their affair.
"How much do you know?"
"Everything," Marie said. "Since Corinne's been dating my brother, we've gotten to be good friends. Now kiss me and then we'll go find a place to fuck!"
Again, even as dangerous as it was, Norman couldn't resist the little vixen. He kissed her lips and, at the same time, he slipped his fingers under the snug bathing suit to explore the damp softness of her cunt.
Moaning, Marie snuggled closer to him. Her hand trailed down across his belly to rest on the swollen head of his prick straining against his swim suit. The contact was like a surge of electricity hitting Norman. He almost bucked loose as the jolts seared through him. And then her fist was clamped tight around his cock and she was grinding her body against him, imagining his prick pushing into her instead of his playful fingers.
"C'mon," she gasped, wriggling free.
"Where?"
"You'll see. Hurry!"
She was leaning against him, her breast rubbing his flesh, jabbing at him. She stretched to kiss his face and her hand slid between his thighs to fondle his balls.
Hastily, Norman grabbed the blanket under one arm. The other he wrapped around the eager girl. Half carrying, half urging her toward a sheltering cliff, his cupped hand engulfed one of her breasts. Her nipple strained knife-sharp against her bra, scratching at the palm of his hand. He caught it with his thumb and squeezed, rolling it gently.
"Hurry, hurry!" Marie put her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, her mouth loose and hot and wet. Her trembling body conveyed the urgency of her desire as his cock jabbed at the split between her warm thighs.
They stumbled into the shelter of some rocks where the ocean slapped gently at their feet. Out of sight of the beach, she slumped against him, wrapping her arms around his body and writhing against him as she lowered herself to her knees.
She struggled out of her bikini bra in quick, fluid motions. Norman was sure that this definitely wasn't the first time she had seduced a man.
With her huge, firm tits jiggling wildly on her chest, she tugged his swim trunks down to his ankles.
"Jesus Christ," she gasped, when at last the long, white column of his cock was exposed. "That fucking thing will kill me, split me in half!" Then she giggled. "But what a way to go!"
The gigantic head of his prick bobbed in the deep valley between her tits. Pressing her mounds together, Marie caught his cock in the sweaty crevice between them. Slowly, she began to rub the pliant flesh of her breasts over his meat.
He gasped for breath as the huge head disappeared the first time into the soft folds of her flesh. And then he was swaying with her, helping drive the probing cock between the soft, white breasts that opened and closed for it.
Marie spread her hands, arching her long fingers around the curvature of her tits so they pushed her nipples into contact with his electrified prick. Lust convulsed him as her dark red nipples caressed his cock. She had stopped moving and nestled her head against his thigh as he plunged his massive tool in and out with his hips.
Fluid seeped from the gaping head. Her breasts were shiny with it. Sensations of pain and pleasure shot through him, driving his hips, adding to the rhythm as the incredible softness of her tits alternated with the hardness of her nipples dragging at his cock.
"Suck it," he gasped. "Take the head on your mouth and suck it a little!"
He placed his palms on the flushed heat of her cheeks and guided her head. Then his ass cheeks became taut. His back arched as his hips lunged forward.
A groan escaped from him as his prick was caught in the soft vise of her lips. It pulled free with a slurping sound, then was caught up in the velvet glove clasp of her tits.
Faster, faster her head bobbed to their combined beat, lips sucking the crest of his cock, tongue thrilling the inflamed head hot and frantically.
"Now," Norman demanded. "Now!" He pumped his hips faster and faster, trying to force her head down with his hands, to cool his burning cock with the soft wetness of her mouth.
"No," she moaned, her breasts heaving, the nipples jiggling like bells as she released them. She pressed her face against his balls, her cheek against his cock, wrapping her arms around his knees to force him down.
He tried to resist. But she was licking the underside of his prick with short, hard jabs of her tongue, mewling in her throat, sapping the strength from his legs.
Slowly Norman floated to his knees. His cock traced a wet path across her breasts, over her belly, and down until it poked tightly against her navel.
Marie threw her arms around his neck, kissing him with the same hot, passionate warmth she had earlier on the beach.
Frantically, his hands shot down the smoothness of her back to catch her buttocks in both hands. Dimly, he was surprised to realize that she had already shed her bikini bottoms. Then his fingers were clawing savagely at her ass crack, making her squeal with pleasure and press her body tightly against him until her nipples were cutting hotly into his chest.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried, falling backward and pulling him with her.
Norman's hands were caught between her ass and her feet, helping to lever her gaping cunt high in the air and pulling him forward between her eager thighs. He slid forward, feeling the warm moisture from her pussy trace a path down his front.
She eased one hand between them and caught his huge cock. Slowly, she guided it until the head bent against the fantastic softness of her cunt.
"Pound me, baby. Drive that big fucker clear up to my tits!"
Norman lunged, but his cock was too huge. Her hole would barely stretch for the head.
Marie groaned and writhed, begging him to fuck her, impale her, tear her pussy apart.
Again he lunged and again his cock couldn't sever her tight cuntal lips. Desperately, she worked her hips, twisting and turning her body, using the lips of her greedy cunt to spread her lubricant over the raw head of his prick. His hands squeezed tight around her ass and he drove his massive tool down on her straining cunt with all his strength.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, your cock's huge! But I can take it! Please, give it to me ... fuck me, fuck me!"
He thrilled to the warm clasp of her muscles taking his cock as her lips finally separated. Marie squealed. And then he plunged in, ramming through the length of her tight passage until he had stuffed her so full she couldn't bear to have him move.
"Wait, wait," she said breathlessly. Slowly she moved her body in a tantalizing dance as she became used to the huge hunk of meat. The movement set off spasms of passion that rippled through her whole body, that controlled her heaving and bucking under him as he drove his prick to her depths and pulled it back to the edge of her cunt.
"Yes, yes, YES!" She drove her body against him, trying to tear his cock off, trying to swallow it whole in her hungry cunt. She arched, moaning and grabbing his ass to pull him into her. Deep inside, her passage constricted, grabbing his prick with unrelenting pressure. She froze, shivering, looking up at him through lust-glazed eyes.
Norman's cock swelled and throbbed against the grip that held it. The pressure built in his balls to a point of agony and pleasure that he couldn't contain any longer. Then the hot liquid was being pumped between her spread thighs, coursing hotly through her depths.
As each spurt spent itself steaming against her insides, Marie shivered and jerked blindly, holding him tighter with each spurt, trying to pull more of him inside her.
She sighed and then released her grip, slipping back, relaxed and content. The throb between her legs slowly ebbed, then stopped.
She sighed and whispered in his ear. "You do fuck like a horse! Now you just relax a minute until I get you hard again, and then I'll hump you good from on top!"
Chapter Two
Unknown to the man and his teenage lover, they weren't alone on the beach. Twenty yards up the cliff, concealed by a clump of rocks, knelt a tall, heavily muscled young man with a long mane of blond hair. A dark, olive-skinned girl knelt beside him.
"Look at that son-of-bitch!" the boy growled. "He's an old man! How dare he fuck around with my little sister!"
"It sure looks like she's enjoying it to me." The girl giggled. "Jesus, and who wouldn't? That Norman Pitt has got a cock like a telephone pole! Damn, I remember the last time he filled my belly with that monster!"
"Shut up, Corinne," the boy hissed. "It doesn't matter. He's got no right fuckin' around with a girl Marie's age!"
"Jesus, Barth," Corinne hissed, "your old man's old enough to be my grandfather, and he's been fucking me for a year!"
"That's different."
"Why?"
"'Cause you're twenty-one."
"Bullshit," Corinne spat back at him. She didn't like Barth Clay, but she tolerated him because his old man, H.J. Clay, had told her to. God knows he didn't have much going for him in the cock department. That was why Corinne didn't like to fuck the young blond giant. He always got her all steamed up, but never got her satisfied.
A loud groan came from beneath them and her dark eyes returned to the fucking couple. Marie was down on her knees beside Norman's body. She had his limp cock in her mouth, and the young girl's head was bobbing up and down like a yoyo.
"He'd get hard again right away if she'd stick her finger up his ass."
"Shut up, Corinne!" Barth hissed.
It wasn't only anger burning in young Barth Clay's eyes as he watched his sister sucking Norman Pitt's massive cock. He wished he had a pole like that hanging between his own legs. Then he would show hot little bitches, like Corinne, how he could fuck!
He felt the young secretary move closer to him. Her tits and her hips pressed hard against his partially clad body. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and compared her small, compact body with that of his sister's.
Corinne was petite and darkly beautiful. Whereas his sister was tall, raw-boned and blonde, Corinne was tawny-colored and her skin seemed to gleam with an inner sexual fire.
For a woman her size, she was stacked. Her breasts jutted straight out without a trace of sag. The handkerchief bra she wore barely covered them, and Barth could see the lighter skin between the two swelling mounds.
Her tits tapered down to the hollow of her stomach where there was just a hint of rounded belly he could have covered with his hand. The idea of running his hand over that baby fat and into the thick curls that padded her crotch was suddenly so overwhelming that he had trouble remembering where he was.
His breath was coming harder and a tautness in his cock made him painfully aware he was getting an erection.
But what good would it do him? Barth thought bitterly. He would have to end up eating her to get her off.
But the longer Corinne watched Marie suck Norman Pitt's big dick, the hotter she got. It was making her cunt itch. As she watched half of Norman's prick disappear into Marie's mouth, her own mouth started watering.
"Barth."
"Yeah?"
"Let me suck your cock."
Barth stiffened. Jesus, Corinne knew his dick was only four inches long. He couldn't compare with Pitt's. Yet, he was hot as hell. He decided that it was worth the risk of having Corinne laugh at him again.
He pushed his swim trunks down and turned toward Corinne.
Her fingers slid down the length of his cock and then formed a warm, firm basket and cupped his swollen balls. Gently, she began to stroke them, holding Barth rigid as waves of pleasure swept through him from her cool, massaging fingers.
"Let's go farther up the cliff," he said, "away from them."
The girl looked up at him with half-closed eyes. Her voice was thick with passion, slurred. "Honey," she arched against him, "I'm tired of watching other people do it. If you don't fuck me right now, right here, you just forget about seeing me again."
Barth glanced again at his sister and the older man. Then he looked at his cock and shuddered. His cock, not even half the size of Norman's, was rigidly erect. Well, anything's better than nothing, he thought. Even Corinne.
Corinne moaned and wrapped her arms around his waist. She was a small girl, her head didn't even come to Barth's chest. She made gasping noises as her lips found a nipple. The tip of her warm tongue began circling the aureole. The boy was floating in space while that rough, probing tongue seemed to scrape the skin right off his throbbing nipple. Ail his chest muscles were distended, puffed up, as her tongue excited them.
His big hands locked around her back, grinding her body against his. His crotch was half a foot higher than hers and his cock was against her belly. He moved her body with his arms, sliding her against his prick, stroking her with it.
Moaning, Corinne hesitated, then caught the tiny nipple that rose on his chest. Her lips squeezed on it again as she teased it with her tongue. Gently she bit down.
Fluid from Barth's cock was lubricating her body until it gleamed. Just the feel of his hard cock rubbing up and down against her was twisting her insides. Between her legs, Corinne felt the tense lips of her cunt tightening and easing, tightening and easing, futilely, as they searched for something to swallow.
Barth worked his hand down over her ass. "Turn around," he said, pulling her bikini down.
"Why?"
"I'm gonna put it up your ass."
"The hell you are!"
"The hell I'm not!"
"Look, Barth," she whispered, "You're little, but you ain't that little! It'll hurt like hell in my asshole!"
"Turn around!" the blond giant gasped, "or I'll kick the shit out of you!"
She knew he meant it. He could be crazy at times. She turned and dropped to the sand on her hands and knees.
"Okay, but Christ, Barth, take it easy!"
And then he was behind her, rummaging the head of his dick against her asshole.
He lunged.
"Jesus, Barth, take it easy!" she groaned. "Slide it in slow!"
"Shut up!" he spat at her, and drove forward.
As the cheeks of her ass spread around his cock and Corinne felt the first hard jabs at her bottom, she groaned. And then she clamped her teeth.
Fire dug into her asshole. It was as if somebody were driving a broom handle in and leaving a thousand splinters along the way. Red flames consumed her butt, spreading to her cunt and roaring along the nerve endings of her body.
She reached back with her hand. Tears almost came to her eyes as she confirmed by feel that he was only halfway in her.
"Sit up!" Barth commanded.
"How can I?" she gasped.
Barth stretched out his hands and caught her under the arms. She had her legs wrapped around his body, preventing her from sliding any farther down his slippery shaft. Gently he lifted her into a sitting position. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.
Fire was pounding in his blood, too. A different fire.
His balls were squeezed in a vise. His cock was one excruciating ache. He was as hungry to plunge his cock into her ass with one stroke as he had been to have her suck him before.
Some of his fire burned into her cunt, and she mumbled, "All right. But slowly."
He nodded and she began loosening her hands.
Her legs couldn't hold her against his slippery body, and gradually her ass began to engulf Barth's prick. He had slipped one hand down between their bodies and his fingers plucked at the entrance to her cunt. The heat from her ass spread into a sheet of flame, fed as much by the manipulation of her pussy as the pain.
Corinne didn't know when the change started taking place. One moment her ass was all pain. The next she was sitting on pleasure. She was using her grasping legs as springs, driving up to the pinnacle of his prick, only to let go and plunge down when she felt the fat tip pulling clear of her buttocks.
The soft globes of her ass flared and flattened, elongated around the gleaming wet staff as it was withdrawn, and sucked it hungrily back in as her body crashed down. She kissed him hungrily, chewing on his tongue as the pain washed her mind of all thoughts except pleasure.
Barth spread his hands across her tits and the sides of her body and was jerking her up and down. The twisting pressure of his hands on her tits made them fill with desire, a desire that spread to her ass and tightened it so his stabbing cock tore even lubricated tissue raw to the point of bleeding. Then every nerve in her body was screaming for relief from the unending ecstasy.
When it came, it was a hot flood on her delicate asshole, scalding her insides and leaving her gasping and shaken and without strength.
She slid down his body and fell back to lie on the ground, her ass in Barth's lap as he desperately pulled her ass tight to him and poured his guts into her.
Then, gently, he lowered her hips as his prick pulled out until she was sprawled on the ground, her legs spread far apart.
"I may not have Pitt's big cock," Barth grunted, "but I got enough to fill your asshole."
Chapter Three
"Oh, shit," Marie groaned, letting Norman's huge prick slide from her mouth, "I just gotta have this big son-of-a-bitch up my cunt again!"
Norman was more than willing to fuck the little teenage vixen again. She had sucked his cock so expertly that it was now standing to its full, imposing length above his hairy groin.
Agile as a female cat in heat, Marie spun her body around. She knelt over him, her cunt poised above the head of his cock. She plunged her cunt down, but at his Chest and his waiting hand instead of his prick.
"Owwww, that's it," she moaned, "gouge it! Dig the hell out of my pussy with your fingers. Get my cunt meat ready for your cock meat!"
She's wild, Norman thought, at seventeen she's a sex-crazed young cunt! It made him think of his own lily-white, pure young daughter. Thank God Patty wasn't like her mother. Her mother, Norman thought bitterly, was exactly like Marie!
Juice from the girl's seeping cunt ran out across his hands and glistened on his chest. With his free hand, he stroked her silken thigh. He cupped his hand around a bent knee and worked it up the soft leg until it hesitated at the crease of her cunt. The sensation of her soft flesh, the light brush of her cunt hairs under his palm, all set him on fire.
Sensing his desire, and on fire with her own, Marie purred deep, in her throat as she scooted back along his body, riding his fiercely bobbing hand. When her ass hit the base of his long cock, she stopped, torn by excitement and indecision. For the first time, she could feel its whole length across her back, reaching up almost to her ribs.
She was going to fuck him from the top. That meant she would take the whole fucking tube up her pussy. Could she? Could her tiny passage accommodate every inch of that monstrous, pleasure-pain giving tool?
It scared and excited her to think of taking it all. She couldn't be that deep and, well, what if she was? She'd never find another prick like this one to plunge all the way into her ... to plumb her very depths.
Without it she'd go through life never fully fucked, she decided.
Delicately, she raised up and brought the throbbing pole with the bulbous, purple head under her.
"Damn," she hissed, looking down at the fist-sized head tickling the hair of her cunt. "Every woman's dream-a cock that can actually fill up a cunt. Give it to me, Norman. Fill me with it!"
Norman took his hand from her pussy and she sat down on his meat. The head popped through her lips and she took a deep breath. Then she forced herself down, down, to take him all. His cock was like a wild locomotive in the rail of her cunt. But it was too much.
She pulled off of it, gasping, and ran the lips of her juicy pussy up and down his sperm tube, lubricating it for a second try.
Then, slowly, she slid along the cock, marveling at the length as it grew, and grew still bigger. Her clit stood out rigid, trying to touch the massive cock underneath. The sensitive lips of her pussy were desperately trying to swallow it all, to somehow pull the endless length of meat inside and stand it upright.
Muscles riding, her stomach twitched. Noiselessly she came to the end. The softness of his balls were warmly packed against her cunt. It tried to swallow them, too. And as some of the soft flesh seeped into her cunt, she thrilled at the feel of having balls.
Still trapped in the shock waves of pleasure that wracked her, she was barely aware of Norman pulling her forward. It wasn't until the fat head of his prick was nudging at her pussy that she became aware of what she was doing.
Leaning forward, she raised her ass. The swollen cock rose with her, nestled comfortably against the lips of her cunt.
She held her breath, perched between excitement and fear. Paused with her ass in mid-air and her lips blushing his, he made up her mind for her. He put both hands on her hips and gave her a soft shove. She swayed gently backwards.
Soundless, the huge prick pushed at her flowing pussy. The lips parted. The pink head slipped in, forcing such a great gap between her legs that she felt incapable of moving them.
Between her jutting breasts she could see the long joint between her and Norman. She knew she had only the smallest part of it, yet already she felt full. But she couldn't help herself. She wanted more. Her face was flushed, her breathing coming in gasps.
The moment his cock made contact with her cunt, Marie arched her back, flinging her head in the air. Her breasts swung free. Pulled out by then-own weight into great pears, each tit ended in a sharp stem as thick and heavy as her little finger.
Norman grabbed one of her nipples with his mouth. Marie didn't feel it at first, then the heat from his lips seared them. His playing tongue raised gigantic goose bumps around them, each as sensitive to the contact of his mouth as the nipples.
Letting go of one tit, Norman went in search of the other. His hand moved over her belly, roving up over a hip, down the back of a thigh, around the juncture of her cunt where his cock penetrated as if it had taken root.
Wildly swinging her hips and body, she made her breast play against his mouth. At the same time, she slid down the frightening length of his cock. Every moment she felt as though she would split open inside; and every moment longer a little more was inside of her and nothing happened.
She'd had his cock in her before, of course, but in a position when she couldn't get all of it. And this time that's what she was going to get, she promised herself. All of it.
His mouth had turned her whole body on. The glow spread from his sucking lips down to her cunt in both protest and pleasure. The waves of feeling sweeping her were so great that she couldn't move. And yet she couldn't keep still.
Without any thought on her part, her hips wriggled on the spear that was embedded in them and forced it ever deeper. Her tits bobbed and wove and jiggled temptingly in Norman's face as she tried to turn her shoulders and shove the unattended breast in his mouth.
His head was darting rapidly from breast to breast, exciting one and going on to the other before it was satiated.
Marie groaned. "Jesus, what a fucker you are ... there's never been one like you, never! Swallow it ... swallow it!" Sweeping both arms around his head, she pulled his mouth tight against her tit.
Norman sucked in, drawing as much of it into his hot mouth as he could hold. Then his tongue began to knead it. First the nipple that jutted out, then the goose-bump covered aureole nestling in the hot wetness of his mouth.
"Oh, oh, Ohhhhh!" Marie cried, sliding down his huge hunk of meat.
She couldn't move. The pain and ecstasy paralyzed her from the hips down. Dropping her head until her cheek touched his face, she stared down the length of his body. Her crotch was all the way down against him. She couldn't see any of his huge cock, just the forest of hah- where her pubic curls clashed with his.
Then, without warning, Norman lifted her from his groin, only to plunge upwards with his hip to send the root of his giant cock thundering up her cunt.
"OH MY GOD!"
And then again.
In one fluid motion her cunt raised half the length of his cock and a vicious thrill shot through her.
He had his hands on her hips. He thrust against them and drove her distended cunt down his cock to slap hard against his groin.
Marie screamed. She felt like she was being torn apart. He hadn't moved his head, and her breast was stretched as far as it could go with his teeth biting into her trapped nipple. His cock had driven into her depths like a primitive battering ram, tearing through the tight passage as if it were paper.
Without thinking, she jerked forward to remove the pressure from her breast. Unconsciously, too, she slowed her forward lunge as she felt the painful, pleasure-giving cock pulling out of her depths. And then Norman's powerful hands clasped her waist and shred her again on his rod.
She went down it faster this time. Her cunt was pumping juice as if it would never stop, keeping his shiny prick slick. There was no hesitation. As soon as her tender crotch hit his body, as soon as her nipple could take no more, she shot upward.
His hands caught her as she threatened to drive off his meat. She relaxed, and once more he drove her back down its huge length.
The process kept Marie in a fog of feeling: pain, pleasure, ecstasy!
She lost track of the motions. Until all she was aware of was the pleasurable jolt of her dripping cunt slapping the hair around his cock.
"Fuck me," she began to chant. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Corinne heard the slap, slap, slap of Norman's cock ramming into the teenager's pussy. She raised her head and peeked over the rocks. She marveled at the young girl's ability to take all of that cock. She never had.
It was beautiful. Like a sledge hammer driving spikes. And Corinne imagined she could feel the ground quiver every time Marie's cunt zoomed down his beautiful prick.
She looked over her shoulder at Barth sprawled on the ground. His tiny nubbin of a cock was barely poking out of his pubic hair.
She returned her attention to a real man, and her mouth started watering again. She would like to crawl out of her hiding place and change places with Marie. She would love to leap up on that big piece of male meat herself and drive her tiny, perfect pussy down its length, just like the blonde was doing.
But Corinne knew she would get another chance at Norman. That cock was too good to get away from her. Just looking at it made her hot.
Marie was in the throes of rapture. She was one huge cunt being fucked by the biggest prick in creation. She was a yoyo on a cock-string. Inside, she felt his prick swelling and swelling, threatening to burst like a bomb, to rip her insides to shreds.
And then Norman came and the hot semen burned into her insides, making them convulse under the force. It traveled up inside her body until her ovaries were flooded with it, until she was filled with the precious love juice.
Then, slowly, she slid off his limp prick, lying on the ground twitching to the strange rhythm of her tattered cunt as it tried to shrink back to normal size. Cum dripped down her leg in a warm, white flow. It was slow and sticky, like honey.
The blonde was relaxed and totally satisfied. There was no place left in her to explore. Languidly, she put a warm hand out to stroke the lovable prick. She would have liked to kiss it, to hug it to her, but she was too sore to move and too full of contentment.
"Mmmmmm, Corinne was right, lover," she purred. "And the other girls in the office were right. And my big sister was right, and even my mother was right. You've got the best and the biggest cock in the world!"
* * *
Patty Pitts sat in shocked horror. She was on the john, and for the last ten minutes she had been listening to a running account by three women on the other side of the thin wall. They had been talking about being fucked by a man--a man so well endowed, and so knowledgeable about how to use his endowment, that any man from now On would be useless by comparison.
Patty recognized the voices. One was Joan Clay, old H.J.'s oldest daughter. She was a big, rangy blonde, and from the rumors around town, her whole life was lived between her legs. A second voice belonged to a young redhead who worked in H.J.'s office. Her name was Kathy, and Patty didn't know much about her other than, from the way she talked, she loved to fuck.
But it was the third voice that shocked Patty, It belonged to H.J.'s voluptuous, fifty-year-old wife, Monica. And Monica was the most enthused about the man with the big cock. She went into great detail about how she had fucked it in her cunt and between her tits; about how the cock had come in great rivers, soaking her whole upper body in sperm; and how she had sucked and sucked on the big cock until it had gotten hard enough to fuck her again. This time up her ass.
Patty was shocked. But not half as shocked as she was when Monica Clay at last said who the cock belonged to.
"Oh, yes," Monica said, "believe me, anytime he wants a little of my pussy, it's right here for the taking! No man in the world can satisfy a woman's pussy like Norman Pitts!"
Chapter Four
"What's the matter, baby?" Norman said, casting a glance at his daughter and returning his gaze to the crowded highway. "Were you bored with the party?"
"Oh, kind of," Patty said, wistfully. They were silent for nearly the remainder of the ride. Then Patty unloaded a minor bombshell. "Daddy, did you love Mother?"
The steering wheel trembled in Norman's hands. "Yes, baby, I loved her a lot."
"Then why did she leave us?" Patty pulled her legs up under her and faced her father in the front seat.
Out of the corner of his eye, Norman could see an expanse of white thigh beneath her skirt, clear up to the pink line of her panties. He wished she wouldn't sit like that. It unnerved him. And it also reminded him of her mother.
"Why, Daddy?"
Norman Pitt bit his lip and glued his eyes to the dark residential streets in front of the headlights. "I guess she didn't love us, honey," he said, and roughly wheeled the car into his own drive.
* * *
Erica was voluptuous, beautiful, and wanton. She could never get enough men. Norman should have known that when he emerged from the ocean on their honeymoon and found her blowing a man on their beach towel.
The man, however, had had a beautiful girl friend. So, instead of getting angry, Norman joined in. It turned into the first of. several foursomes during their married life.
When Patty was born, Norman wanted it to stop. It didn't. He just wasn't included in the parties any more.
Then his old boss, the one before H.J. Clay, told him that he was fired. Norman didn't know why, but he found out when he got home and found Erica in bed with the boss's wife.
The woman scuttled away before Norman's anger, and Erica just passed it off as an afternoon's fling.
"You want a fling?" Norman said, anger rippling through his powerful body, and the memory of his wife's lips on the woman's pussy burning his brain. "I'll give you a fling!"
He slapped her hard across the mouth,
"You bastard! Get away from me!" Erica screamed, wiping the blood from a cut lip. "I've had all of that garden hose you call a cock I want! Go shove it in some secretary! Some women like 'em that big ... I don't!"
"Then why did you marry me?"
She laughed up into his face and spit at him. "So I could get women, you ass! You attract them like flies with that cock of yours!"
He hit her again and began pawing at his clothes.
"DON'T YOU TOUCH ME!" she screamed.
Norman sneered down at her and yanked her nightgown up, pulling it roughly over her head and forcing her arms out of it. He threw her down on the bed on her stomach, ignoring her pleas for him to stop.
He intended to give her something to remember him by, something she would never forget.
Kneeling naked on all fours on the bed, Erica cringed away from him. "No, Norman, NO!" she cried.
"What's the matter? Most of the time you're acting like you actually want a lay so bad that you can't stand it. Now that I'm in the mood ... Well, tonight you're going to get it, Erica. You're going to get it like you've never gotten it before!"
"You disgust me," she spat at him.
Norman looked down at her white, wide-spread ass cheeks. Then and there he knew what he was going to do. He had often thought of doing it, during the years of their marriage, but he never had.
"Spread your fucking legs," he commanded.
"Go to hell, you son-of-a-bitch!"
He whacked her across the ass with all the strength in his powerful arm. Her knees splayed apart from the pain, and Norman moved in behind her.
His large, thick cock bulged with veins that stood out alert on either side of his desire-hardened shaft. Leaning over, he slowly and deliberately parted the cheeks of her full, rounded buttocks wider than they would normally go. He heard her moan, and then, with a perverse smile playing about his lips, he bent forward and licked the small brown opening of her tiny puckered anus.
"No! NOOOOOOOO!" Erica shuddered at the wet feeling in her asshole. It felt cold and strange and repulsive to her.
"What's the matter? I'm kissing your ass, baby. Don't you like it?"
She groaned. The very thought of doing such an obscene thing to her made her want to throw up. But she felt completely at his mercy, not only because he was so much stronger than she and his strong hands held her down on the bed, but because she felt truly guilty. Deep down inside she felt that she deserved even this ugliness from him.
Norman bent forward again and his tongue was flicking teasingly in the crack of her cushiony ass cheeks. Erica felt more ashamed and embarrassed, and somehow more naked, than she had ever been. She was conscious of every exposed part of her pale, creamy body, her breasts hanging forward and quivering against the sheets of the bed, her quaking legs and thighs, her hair-covered pussy that pulsed nervously between her fully spread upper thighs.
"Wider!" her husband ordered, beginning now to really enjoy himself.
He withdrew his spearing tongue and peered hungrily at the tight little hole of her rectum. His wife's long, beautiful legs were spread so far apart that she could feel the pull on the tendons where her thighs joined the moist, hair-curled area of her cunt.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her ass, and she realized with horror that he was worming his finger in back there. His finger was thick and hard, and she knew that he was going to try to push it all the way up into her cringing rectal passage.
She tried to wriggle away from him as his finger began to turn in the deep rubbery channel, sliding steadily and thickly forward, then pulling out and pushing back with abrupt jerking motions.
"You damn bastard! You pervert!" she screamed.
"We're all perverts, honey." Norman laughed. "I'm just going to prove it to you once and for all."
She bellowed again, louder. The pain of his finger digging into her asshole was nearly beyond her ability to stand. "NORMAN! NORMAN, DARLING! PLEASE!"
"Please, shit."
Erica tried to straighten out her knees so that she could lie down flat on the bed, thinking that maybe then it wouldn't hurt so damned much. But her incensed husband started pulling her quivering buttocks back up in the air, forcing her to remain in the humiliating position that made her vulnerable rear passage wide open to his desires.
"You are my woman, and I will do what I like," he sneered, getting carried away by the surging sense of power that he felt over his terrified wife. "I'm gonna fuck you ... fuck you right in this tight little ass of yours, the one you sit on all day long!"
Erica's face paled with fear. Tears ran down her cheeks and into the strands of her long hair that had fallen forward into her eyes. She was trying now to support herself on her elbows. "Oh, God, no, NO! I CANT ... I CANT!" She knew that he was deliberately trying to hurt her as much as possible, and the thought terrified her.
"AAARRGGGHHH!" she screamed as his fingers shoved sharply and viciously forward.
"SAY YOU WANT IT!" Norman bellowed.
"Wh-what?" Erica asked, not believing her ears.
"SAY ... OH DARLING, PLEASE, PLEASE, FUCK ME UP THE ASS!" His voice went into a squealing imitation of hers that made her cringe.
"I ... I ... "
"What's that supposed to mean?" he yelled, his fingers abruptly sliding out with a sticky sound. Her painfully stretched rectal passage felt relief, yet she felt open and empty back there.
She could feel his hard stomach pressing up against her buttocks as his hands gripped her by the hips, pulling her backwards toward him. She thought she would faint when suddenly she felt the hardness of his lustful cock moving slowly up and down the thin moist slit that stretched from the soft open lips of her pussy upward between her trembling butt cheeks to the base of her spine.
"OH DEAR LORD, LET IT BE OVER!" she shrieked.
"That's not what you're supposed to say," Norman said softly, his voice all the more ominous for its lack of volume. He let his hands roam all over her legs, her hips, her soft belly. Everywhere he touched, Erica felt her skin ripple with chills. She whimpered softly, wondering if he would ever be finished with her. If this was some kind of hell that would last for an eternity.
"FUCK ME!" she cried, suddenly spitting the words out bitterly. "FUCK ME IN THE ASS, YOU BASTARD!"
"That's better."
Norman's desire-swollen cock did up to the tiny opening of her exposed anus. Its thickness spread the yielding crevice of her milk-white buttocks wide. Sadistically, and with a determined, crazed expression on his sharply contorted features, he began to rock and push, push and rock, working forward all the time, again pulling her trapped ass back to him so that eventually the smooth rubbery tip pushed through the tight sphincter with a popping sound, spreading the tight, elasticity of his wife's resisting anal passage.
"Sweet Jesus, Norman! Your cock's too big for my cunt ... you'll rip me in half in the ass!"
He smiled, bunched his ass cheeks, and lunged.
"AAARRRGGGHHHHH!"
He was like being impaled from behind by a tree trunk. She twisted desperately, trying her best to get away from the searing white pain of her rectum. But his rock-hard cock was sinking farther and farther into the tight hole.
Added to the physical pain, and hurting her worse, was the same of what she was being submitted to.
"Oh shit, you're killing me," she groaned.
She felt weak and helpless, as though she would never be able to hold up under the terrible burden of her husband's cruel penetration. She could feel all her insides trying to flee the terrible pressure he was exerting within her. She could hear Norman begin to moan out lustfully behind her. The hot touching of his greedy hands on her trembling breasts made her shiver as he began to knead them with a harsh, steady motion.
The hot, tightly clenching inner meat of her ass gripping his cock was wild. He had never felt anything like it. And he became determined to get the most possible pleasure from it.
"Take it, you bitch! Take my big meat up your whore ass!"
With a loud, animal-like roar, Norman threw his naked body against hers. His blood-swollen prick rammed all the way up into her wildly tight rectum, pushing the smooth, rubbery flesh in tiny rippling waves before it.
Erica was shuddering and crying out in undisguised agony. She moaned over and over again, knowing that she would never ever be the same after this terrible experience. She could feel her cock-split ass cheeks being spread wider and wider by her husband's hands.
Her face brushed against the sheets and covers of the bed as she was heavily buffeted back and forth, her cries becoming muffled by the bunched-up covers. She wanted to faint, but she was too frightened to lose consciousness even for a moment.
Behind her, her husband increased the strength of his cruel strokes into her defenseless rectum. His groans filled her ears, and she felt intense hatred for him welling up inside her besides the pain, as though he were making it grow with every pummeling thrust into her helplessly impaled bowels.
She thought about the whole thing being her just punishment as she heard Norman begin to utter obscenities at her, and some perverse streak in her sent a spark of masochistic pleasure surging through her, mingling startlingly with the pain. It still hurt, yes, but in an entirely different way.
Her tormented brain began to create something beneficial from the pain in its need for self-preservation.
These distorted thoughts released a flood of desire through her pain-wracked rectum, and she began to coo shamelessly as Norman continued his merciless ass-fucking.
Behind her, Norman sensed the difference immediately. He smiled to himself. She liked it. The bitch actually liked it! The shift of her moon-like buttocks straining and swaying helplessly up in the air around his hard, thrusting cock made him incredibly excited, as did the sight of his glistening length of flesh exiting from the tiny ravaged hole of her anus.
He let his hands grope under her belly, his fingers finding her wide-spread cunt lips with ease. Then he plunged his middle finger upward into the gaping wet passage of her pussy, pulling backwards on the moist tissues inside as he arched upwards with his deeply penetrating cock.
"I'll fuck you, you cunt. I'll fuck both your holes!"
"No, you won't, bastard. You just think you're fucking me. But I'm really fucking YOU!"
He didn't give a damn about her. He was using her now, just as she had used him before. But if her body was a tool for his pleasure, then it could be a tool for her, too!
"DO IT!" she coughed out. "DO IT TO MEEEEE!"
The wildly fucking husband laughed out loud, an obscene sound that ended in a gurgle as he felt his semen start its journey toward the far end of his wife's tightly contracting ass. Her anus was gripping at his spending cock spasmodically now, and her cunt walls were clinging and sucking to his thrusting fingers below. He knew beyond a doubt that his wife was coming, too!
She thrashed beneath him, grinding her teeth and bucking backwards against his rock-hard thighs and belly as hard as she could.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" she screamed, out of her mind with desire-draining strength of her orgasm. "GIVE IT TO ME! FILL MEEEEEEE! FILL ME UP WITH CUMMMMMMMM!"
Norman's white, flowing jism spread through the opening of his writhing wife's naked belly, racing upward with such tremendous speed that she could feel it ricocheting inside her tormented anal passage.
"ALL OF IT!" she cried shamelessly. "I WANT ALL OF IT!"
And he gave her all of it, all he had. And when he was done, he made her suck his cock and clean it. When it was hard again, he rammed it down her throat until she passed out.
The following morning he found a note on the dresser. It said very little, but enough to tell him that Erica was gone out of his life forever.
Whether it was to submerge his own guilt, or to justify his actions, Norman didn't know. But from the day she left, Norman rarely turned down a piece of ass.
He fucked them anywhere they happened to drop. It soon made very little difference to him. A cunt was a cunt, an asshole became just another asshole, and any mouth was a cock-sucking mouth.
That was the way it had been with Marie Clay.
She was only seventeen, but she was still just another cunt when he rammed his big joint up her belly.
* * *
"Good night, Daddy."
"Good night, sweetheart. Sleep tight."
"And dream good dreams?" Patty said.
"Of course."
She started to turn away from him, then whirled back around and pressed her full-figured young body up against him. She kissed him full on the lips, and her tongue darted into his mouth.
"I love you, Daddy," she whispered, and whirled into her bedroom.
Norman stumbled into his own bedroom and closed the door behind him. He leaned heavily against it and felt the sweat roll down his sides under his shirt.
"What kind of a kiss was that?" he said, aloud.
What had Patty meant to achieve by kissing him in such a way?
Well, whatever she had meant to prove, he mused, she had accomplished one thing. He looked down. His cock was like a giant tent pole in the front of his pants.
Chapter Five
Patty heard her father leave for the office. She lay awake, looking at the ceiling of her room, with a hundred thoughts sweeping through her brain. And all of the thoughts had something to do with sex.
Norman's young daughter was no virgin, but she had never had a completely satisfying sexual experience. In fact, the only climax she had ever attained had been with her fingers.
The first boy had been when she was fourteen. It was over before Patty knew what had happened. Her second experience had been with a young married intern at the hospital where she had done volunteer work. He had been more scared than she, so all he had done was put it in her and come.
Patty hadn't even begun to get good and hot.
The beautiful young girl had often thought of going after, and seducing, an older man. But she had never met one that really appealed to her. Never, that is, until a month before.
And the man Patty had decided on, she had known for years, was her father. Up until that morning, however, the youngster had been afraid of her thoughts and desires. But the conversation she had overheard in the rest room at the Clays' had finally made up her mind.
Patty had been looking for the best lover possible. Why look any further, when she had him right in her own home?
Just the thought of what her father's huge cock would feel like splitting her cunt sent Patty's body into a series of delicious spasms. Beneath the single sheet, her naked pussy seeped with the juices of desire.
Suddenly the young girl's fingers were frantically working in and out of her cunt. The heel of her hand worried her erect little clit as she finger-fucked herself and chanted, "Fuck, cock, fuck, cock, COME!"
In, out, in, out, the sex-crazed teenager drove her fingers, abusing the inner meat of her hot pussy. Deep, deeper, Patty drove her fingers into the juicy recesses of her cunt.
She bit her lip to keep from shrieking out loud as she came and came. It was a good, hard climax that left her drained.
As it subsided, she pulled the sheet from her body and looked down between her raised legs. Nearly her whole hand was up her milking cunt.
"Jeez, I've got a big pussy," she said aloud. "I can take a big cock. I can take his cock!"
Still shaking, she rolled from the bed and entered the bathroom. He seems to desire all women, she thought, why won't he desire me, too? Most men do, even if I'm only sixteen.
And it was true. Patty was innocently beautiful. Her mouth was, in itself, enough to give most men ideas. Full-lipped and wide, in a natural soft blushing pink color that went to rose toward the center, it seemed to be formed unconsciously in a perpetual little-girl pout.
But most men's eyes never lingered there long, not with their gaze being dragged inexorably downward to her large, ripely swelling breasts that blossomed from her delicate chest, soft as feather pillows and big as melons. Her eyes were wide-set and a deep, dusky dark-blue with long thick black lashes that fluttered across the smooth tanned skin of her high cheekbones. Long blonde hair that cascaded in soft curls past her shoulders completed the picture, the picture of teasing and knowing and really-not-so-innocent girlishness.
When she came out of the shower, she dried herself carefully, rubbing the tanned skin until it tingled. Then she went to her vanity and brushed the thick blonde mane of her hair until it glistened. She was in a wonderful mood, as she always was after a good hard come, and she hummed softly to herself as she walked to the dresser to select a pair of panties and a bra.
She had just slipped into the scanty under things when the front doorbell rang.
Now who could that be at this hour of the morning? she thought, and then shrugged.
She slipped into a thin nylon robe and went downstairs.
"Barth."
The big blond boy stepped into the room and looked around with a sneer on his face. "It's okay, Corinne," he said. "He's gone. C'mon in."
The petite olive-skinned girl stepped from the side of the door and sidled into the room.
"Corinne, what ...?"
"Hi, honey. Jesus, this is nice," Corinne said, her eyes boldly examining the spacious house, then turning to roam up and down Patty's nearly naked body. "Nice."
Barth, like Corinne, moved his eyes over the teenager's curvaceous body with growing captivation. Revenge for his sister would be sweet. He didn't dig fucking women that much, but forcing them to take him held a sadistic attraction for the youth.
Patty glanced from one to the other of them. She had no idea what they wanted, but their eyes on her body made her wish she had put on something else besides the nearly transparent gown.
"Uh, if you'll excuse me for a second," Patty said, "I'll get dressed."
To her surprise, Barth and Corinne trailed right up the stairs behind her. She was suddenly very nervous about their presence. Inside the bedroom she turned to face them.
"If you'll excuse me?"
"We won't." Barth laughed.
"And you won't need to get dressed, honey," Corinne added, not trying to hide the lust on her face as she examined every full, firm curve of Patty's body.
"Get out of here!" the young girl said, really frightened now. She had never liked Corinne anyhow, and she had always been just a little afraid of Barth.
"Not until we get what we came for." Barth chuckled.
"And what's that?"
"Well, it's like this, Patty," the big blond giant sneered. "Corinne likes a little pussy every now and then, and so do I. We thought we might try some of yours."
"YOU'RE CRAZY!"
"Maybe," Corinne leered. "But I think you'll go along with us."
"Never!" Patty cried, taking a step back from them.
"Oh, I think you will," Barth said, "if you want to save your old man's ass. See, we caught ol' big-cocked Norman shoving his big whang up my little sister. Now, what do you suppose my old man would say if I told him that Norman Pitt was fucking his little sixteen-year-old pride and joy?"
The reality of his words hit Patty like a ton of bricks. It was true, she was certain. Her father would screw anybody. And now he had screwed himself right into a bind he couldn't get himself out of.
But she could help him. And when she did, he would be grateful. And, if he were grateful ...
There must have been something in her eyes that the alert Barth picked up on. "Take your clothes off, Patty," he said, and dropped smugly into a chair across from the bed.
Corinne moved to face Patty, her dark eyes glowing with excitement. This was about the only time she enjoyed being with Barth, when he dreamed up kinky sex games for them to play.
Patty stared at Barth. "What are you going to do?"
"First of all," the boy said, "I think I'd like to watch you and Corinne get better acquainted-much better acquainted."
Patty stood swaying before him. She knew that her forehead was moist with perspiration. She clenched her hands, watching the smiling Corinne slowly advancing on her. Her hands went up to try and cover her breasts, the reflexive movement titillating Corinne's sensual appetite. A girl's shocked revulsion at the beginning was always a stimulating moment for her, especially when they were as young and voluptuous as Patty.
This was also true for Barth Clay. To see women degraded and subjugated kindled his sadistic desires. He watched Patty's hand drop from her breast to the edge of the vanity for support. Then she looked toward Corinne, her eyes wide and misting.
"P-please, what do you intend ... doing to me?" she asked through quivering lips, jerking her fearful stare back to Barth.
"Strip first, Patty, then he down on the bed for Corinne," Barth instructed her cheerfully. "The rest well keep as a surprise for a few minutes, eh?"
This was unbelievable. Patty's head reeled, her mouth and throat suddenly parched. Again she steadied herself with the vanity edge, horrified at the position she was in. They actually intended to do things to her sexually, there was little doubt of that, and she was in no position to refuse them, to do anything but submit! Oh God, she couldn't, just couldn't bring herself willingly ... but for her father? She had to help him.
She reached up and fumbled with the buttons on her gown. She was shaking and found it impossible to undo them.
"Maybe you better give her a hand, Corinne," Barth offered with a leer. "She seems to be all thumbs."
Corinne skillfully unbuttoned the robe and pulled it from Patty's body. The dark girl groaned as her intent eyes dropped to the full, perfect thrust of Patty's tits in their lacy white cups.
Patty didn't try to stop her as Corinne moved behind her. She shivered to the cool fingers brushing against her naked flesh while she unhooked the bra snaps. Shame welled up inside her, eyes blurring behind uncontrollable tears when her released breasts were completely exposed before them.
"Damn, they are nice, Patty," Barth breathed, leaning forward. "So firm for such big tits-delicious. Don't you agree, Corinne? Fondle them a little for me."
Corinne's eager hand caressed and weighed one of the resilient white mounds, tweaking and pinching its little pink-budded nipple into a radiant hardness before moving to the other and repeating the action.
"Just like oodles of whipped cream, Barth baby," Corinne cooed, intrigued with her task.
"All right, show me what else she has," he snapped, settling back in the chair.
Corinne hooked her thumbs in Patty's panties and peeled them down over the girl's flaring hips. As she moved, Corinne combed her fingers through Patty's golden pubic pelt.
"Mmm, nice ...very nice pussy."
And she was nice, Barth thought, too nice. He felt his cock awakening in his pants. He lit a cigarette and leaned back in the chair to hide his sudden arousal from Corinne.
"Now, let's have a back view, Patty," he commanded, licking at his pale lips. "Nice and slow now. Pretend you're trying out for some bottomless bar."
Patty did as she was told, praying that after this obscene display he would get on with it and get it over with. She profiled for him first, lifting her breasts wantonly with an intake of breath, actually thrusting her buttocks backward before presenting him with her back. She wasn't unaware of her voluptuous figure, and if this would do it ...
"Christ!" he swore under his breath. "Go ahead, Corinne, let's have a closer examination."
Patty tensed as she felt the dark-haired girl's soft hands begin to feel her tensed buttocks, smoothing obscenely over them with a familiarity that made Patty's flesh crawl.
"A perfect ass." Barth hissed through clenched teeth. "Not to take anything from your ass, Corinne baby, but from endowment standpoint, our curvy blonde bitch here seems to have a corner on the market!"
"It's like satin, Barth, hot to the touch, too."
Barth's eyes were like two burning coals now as he watched Corinne's hands work expertly over and around Patty's fantastic young body.
"Shove a couple of fingers up her cunt, Corinne ... shove 'em hard up her cunt!"
Corinne pushed Patty backward onto the bed and threw her legs high in the air.
"Spread 'em, bitch!"
Patty did, and squealed as she felt one, then two, fingers roughly shoved up her pussy. They began to rotate smoothly against her soft cuntal flesh before easing back out to tweak her tiny clit. Corinne's other hand wedged between Patty's clenched ass cheeks and the bedding to lift and press her cunt luridly up against the probing fingers.
"Jesus, what an ass you have, Patty honey!" Corinne said in obvious excitement, her breathing coming hard now. "You'll love it, Barth! Terrific to hold in both hands while you ride your cock right up her hot pussy hole!"
"You like it, eh, baby?" the blond giant murmured through grinning lips as he got to his feet. He moved in close to the bed, and Patty saw the evil sadism in his face, as well as the menacing bulge swelling out the front of his pants.
Corinne's knowing fingers were busy at her super-sensitive clit, and Patty clamped her eyes shut to eliminate Barth's expression leering down at her. Her insides were seething, knowing she would never forget this feeling of debased humiliation if she lived a thousand years. Her face was aflame from the mocking abuse. As if in betrayal of her own soul, her pussy was growing wet. She could feel two of Corinne's fingers moving easily in and out against her dilating cuntal walls.
Suddenly, the fingers strove for the cuntal depths, wriggling and twisting, while the other hand strained beneath her ass cheeks to force her penetrated pussy channel onto the digits fucking up into her helpless cunt.
"Oooooo, it's a real tight one, Barth baby! The kind you're always hot for!" Corinne enthused with glowing eyes.
"It's wet, eh? I can see," Barth said, leaning down to look closer.
Patty gasped, but it was from the uncontrollable excitement Corinne's hands were setting off inside her exposed pussy rather than the shame. Her naked body had begun to register a weird thrill of masochistic pleasure in her brain at its defenseless subjugation. Her mind traced the movements of Corinne's wildly stroking fingers back to her electrified clit. The desire to tense and untense her yawning legs in cadence with their caresses was undeniable.
She widened her spread thighs and drew them back slightly higher.
"Look! She's really opening up now, Barth!" the girl hissed. "Getting ready for a meal of stiff cock, honey? Can you help her, Barth?"
"Yeah ... a fucking hot cunt! So goddamned tight!"
Nothing or no one had ever turned Barth on like this little blonde had. He was feverish, fascinated by the creamy fleshed young girl's gradual submission beneath Corinne's knowing fingers working lustfully in the glistening pink flesh of her moistening cunt.
It was no good, Patty resigned, unable now to feel even shame at this violation of her desire-roused pussy. Her cunt felt expanded, her tiny clit bud a throbbing center of erotic combustion. She felt her straining ass cheeks against the warm hand beneath them beginning to squirm as she pulled her wide-spread thighs back farther.
Agonized groans escaped her lips, her mouth opening in harmony to the steamy hole down between her legs, the sadistic couple's conversation whetting her sensual appetite. Oh God, she couldn't swim against the tide any longer.
"Damn, but she's wet now, Barth!" Corinne exclaimed, her greedy eyes playing over the soft hair-fringed cunt she was delighting in. "Maybe I should lick it first for you, to give you that extra inspiration?"
To add emphasis to her words, Corinne attacked the velvet-like cunt beneath her fingers with renewed gusto. She slipped her middle finger down from Patty's cuntal gash until its tip was at the quivering blonde's asshole.
She shoved, and the finger popped through the anal ring with no resistance. With eager insistence, Corinne pushed up into the hot, spongy walls to the first knuckle joint, and then the second, not surprised when the passionately gasping blonde offered no opposition.
Damn, Corinne thought, now she wished that Barth wasn't there! She would love to have this tender little hot-pants blonde all to herself! Corinne's mouth watered as she thought of ramming her hard tongue up Patty's asshole and then sucking her cunt dry of its savory, tangy juices.
But she would get her chance. And, in the meantime, she didn't want to set Barth off. He was crazy if he got mad when he was about to fuck.
"Jesus, Barth, even her fucking asshole's hot and wet! Goddam, she's ready, Barth, I swear she is!"
"Soon, Corinne baby ... soon," Barth said, stroking his hard-on through his tight pants. "Suck her tits a little!"
Chapter Six
Norman tried to keep the disgust off his face as he shook old man Clay's hand and left his office.
Christ, what a blind idiot the old fool was. And what a family he had raised! His son was a big, handsome weirdo. Both his daughters bordered on nymphomania, and his wife was a sex addict who would do anything for a kick.
And now this morning, of all mornings, H.J. had called him into the office to help solve his family problems!
"The wife called this morning, Norman."
"Oh yes, H.J.? How is Monica?" Norman knew only too well how Monica was--hot and ready at all times.
"Fine, she's fine. However, she's having a little trouble getting through to Marie. Wants me to talk to the girl. Personal stuff, you know? Needs the man's touch. Well, dammit, I'm no good at that, Norman, too old. Wonder if you could pop out to the house this morning and have a little talk with the girl?"
Norman knew it wasn't a request. It was a command. He also knew that it had nothing to do with Marie. Monica, her mother, just had a hot cunt and picked this particular morning to have it cooled off by Norman Pitt's big, hard cock!
But Norman agreed to go and do what he could. He couldn't afford not to. He needed his job too much. After Erica had screwed up his last two jobs, Norman knew another one might be hard in coming.
As he drove out to the Clay mansion, however, he thought less and less of fucking Monica Clay. In fact, that particular morning he didn't want to fuck any woman.
Any woman, that is, except one.
He remembered the hard-on he had awakened with that morning, and he remembered the dream that had caused it.
The dream had been about his daughter, Patty. And it had been the most satisfying sexual dream he had ever had.
Getting ready for work, he had been able to push it out of his mind. But, as he passed her door, it had all come sweeping back over him when he glanced into her room.
During the night she had kicked off her covers. And now she was lying stark naked on the bed with her legs thrust wide and her ample breasts thrusting proudly toward the ceiling, their pink nipples hard and erect in the cool air.
Standing there, Norman thought he had never seen anything so exquisite, so lovely, or so sexual. Her taut, pink cuntal lips nestled like two ripe, flowering petals in the golden fleece of her pubic hair.
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His mouth watered just staring at her beautiful pussy. At that moment in time, Norman could think of nothing he would rather do than lean over and lick her beautiful, golden pussy into a glorious orgasm.
But he had managed to move on down the hall and away from her room. But he hadn't managed to forget the sight of her naked body.
And now, he thought as he pulled to a half in front of the Clay house, he would soon be wrestling with Monica's worn, tired body, sweating his ass off to make her tired old cunt have a climax.
"Anybody home? Monica?" he called, pushing open the front door and moving into the huge foyer.
"Up here!"
The voice was muffled. He followed its echo up the wide staircase and down the hall.
"Up where?"
"In here."
He pushed the door open and stepped into the bedroom. Marie Clay lay naked on the bed, a huge dildo protruding from her blonde-fringed cunt.
"Jesus, Normie," she sighed, "I thought you'd never get here!"
"Where's your mother? She wanted to see me."
"No, she didn't. I did. This is Mommy's day for a fuck with her golf instructor. I had her make the call. I told you I wanted some more of that big thick hunk of meat of yours!"
Suddenly, Norman was thoroughly repulsed by the whole ludicrous situation. Marie added to his revulsion by reaching between her legs and turning a knob at the end of the phony cock. A whirring sound rose from the gaping wound of her cunt.
"I can't today, Marie," Norman said.
"Bullshit, Normie. Get your clothes off and fuck me!"
"I can't."
"Why can't you?"
"I started my period."
Her face flushed red. She pulled the long, cock-shaped dildo from her pussy and threw it at him. "You bastard, you're gonna satisfy me, fuck me, whether you want to or not!"
"No I'm not, Marie," Norman said calmly. "Not now, or ever again."
"The hell you're not!"
"Wanna bet?" he said, and started to turn away.
"You son-of-a-bitch, you'll do what I want you to, or I'll call Daddy and tell him you're up in my bedroom trying to rape me!"
He turned back toward the bed and studied her anger and lust-contorted face. She meant it and he knew it. One word from this little bitch and what was left of his career was over.
What should he do?
He looked at her again. She had stretched backward on the bed. Her face was an ugly, contorted mask of perverted lust. Her fingers were clawing at the red gash of her pussy, trying to bring some relief to the heat he saw rising in waves from her bush.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she chanted.
"Go to hell." Norman started for the door.
"General!" Her voice was a barking command.
A growl rose from behind the door and H.J.'s huge Great Dane lumbered into the room. The dog was a massive, mean beast, and Norman was sure he was capable of tearing a man apart.
"You still want to leave?" Marie intoned in a sarcastic voice still laced with lust. "General will rip your arms off."
Norman stood, weighing his choices. "You'd really do it, wouldn't you, Marie."
"Norman," she said, her voice now hoarse and flat, "I'm so hot right now that nothing would keep me away from your dick."
"I've got to piss first," he said, moving toward the bathroom.
The dog growled menacingly behind him. "Stay with him, General," Marie hissed, still prodding her cunt with three fingers. "And hurry, Normie, my cunt's on fire!"
Norman entered the bathroom, waited for the big Dane to follow him in, then jumped back out and slammed the door. He locked it quickly, and turned just in time to stop Marie's nails from gouging out his eyes.
He slapped her hard across the face with one hand and buried the fist of his other in her soft belly. She fell to the floor gagging as he let himself out of the room, locking the door behind him.
As he passed the pool on his way to his car, Marie appeared at an upstairs window, screaming down at him. "You bastard, you cocksucker! You queer! You prick bastard! I'm calling Daddy! I'll ruin you, you slimy shit-sucker!"
"Nice vocabulary," Norman said as he saluted her with his left hand and dropped her bedroom key into the swimming pool from his right.
Her screaming voice still reached him at the end of the drive. He knew she meant every word she said; she would indeed call her father.
What would it be ... left, and home, or right and the office?
"Fuck it," he shrugged, and turned left.
Back in the bedroom, Marie opened the bathroom door, to quiet General, and then fell writhing across the bed. She still clutched and tore at the fevered lips of her cunt.
"HOT! Oh shit, I'm so hot! COCK ... got to have some cock and fucking or I'll go out of my mind!"
And then the huge Dane was on the bed with her. He stood, pawing the sheets, his nuzzle poised above her seething pussy. Her cunt's hot, pungent aroma antagonized his keen nostrils. Fiery blood surged through the beast and he wagged his head up and down over her scalded cunt.
Marie saw him and, at the same time, the huge animal head dropped to flick put with its hot wet tongue against the naked flesh of her belly.
The abrasive sensation laving over the tender flesh took her completely by surprise. She lay tensing as she watched with widening eyes the burning coral length lick wetly against her trembling flesh. A gasp escaped her throat as again he did it, his searing pink tongue causing erotic tremors racing through her cunt.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped.
She sucked in her belly beneath its hot caresses, staring in disbelief when it began to lick upward, higher and higher, until suddenly he was laving the rounded undersides of her desire-swollen breasts and inching toward their bursting tips.
A series of spellbound gasps hissed from between the girl's open lips. She felt his lapping tongue sweep over the tingling buds with whimpering animal frustration; frustration to match her own, as he continued to lick their straining sensitivity and send thrills coursing through her trembling body.
Ohhhh, God, would he?
Her pulse began to pound as she wriggled her hips and buttocks up higher on the bed, his animal v tongue and mouth diligently following her jiggling breasts. His whines were coming from deeper in his throat, and she began to talk to him softly, at the same time spreading her bent legs wide, her voice quaking with the lustful excitement of her intentions.
"God boy ... that's it, darling, lick them all over! Are they soft and warm? Ohhhh, they feel as if they were on fire!" Marie hissed, squirming her torso beneath the powerful dog's incessantly lapping tongue.
And then the young girl knew what she would do, how she would extinguish the raging fire in her heaving belly.
"Look, General, look! Marie has something else for you! Down below, farther, General, see? Down between my legs--here!"
She enticed him, rotating her buttocks and manipulating her cunt lips to attract the massive animal's fixed attention. Once more the hungering lust of her flesh was as demanding of fulfillment as it had been such a short time before.
General growled from the depths of his broad chest to send a new thrill along Marie's spine. She raised herself up to watch him move with bewilderment down over her nakedness. He stared at where her fingers were exposing the smoldering pussy crevice moistly splitting her upraised thighs.
He poised there while she watched him hovering above the juncture of her obscenely yawning thighs.
"That's it, General! Right there! Smell!" she whispered, lifting her blonde cunt up higher to him and feeling his cold, wet nose brushing against the flesh of one inner thigh, then the sensitive dewy lips of her pussy.
She listened to his husky change of noises while he sniffed between her legs, and knew that his animal instincts had sensed the heat breathing from her human hole.
Another rumble followed from the Dane, neither a growl nor whimper, but vicious and possessive in its intensity. Then she felt the lapping fire of his long slithering tongue licking fluidly up through her seething cuntal furrow.
From that moment on, the blonde groaned and squirmed beneath the ravishment, gaping with raised head as this beast speared its fiery tongue relentlessly through the glistening pinkness of her cuntal slit. Its grainy sleekness raked with taunting sweeps over the ring of her pulsing anus, licking up and down through the smooth valley between her upturned ass before tracing back upward into the raw flesh of her splayed pussy.
And then, its curling tip suddenly disappeared, and Marie felt it worming its way up into her throbbing hole. It made her convulse uncontrollably.
The dog found her erect clit and played with it teasingly until she thought she would faint from the erotic sensations flooding through her body. Choking out the sensual gasps that filled the bedroom, she gently but firmly pressed the huge animal's head back away from her inflamed cunt, unable to stand another moment of his tongue's mind-destroying licking.
"Oh, oh, oh God," she hissed as she managed to turn over onto her belly. "I-it's all right, darling. Marie wants you to do more, more! This way now. See?" She drew her knees up under her, spreading them wide, and lowering her shoulders to elevate her lush buttocks up and back at him. "Come, come, General, don't be afraid, boy. God, darling, please!"
With her long blonde hair draped over her back and shoulders, she reached behind to pat the naked white flesh of one upthrust butt mound, her breath wheezing from her lungs. "Please, lover, do it to me. I know you can. Oh God, General darling, please, you've got to fuck me!"
And then it was really happening. Marie felt the furry body crowding up against the smoothness of her exposed ass cheeks, and she sensed him raising up onto his hind legs and he placed his paws on her wide hips.
She raised partway up on her hands and dropped her head to peer eagerly between her tits and back through her thighs at the huge dog's heavy cock. And she saw it, his big reddish canine-cock slithering from the fur-covered sleeve, its beveled head reaching forward toward the waiting mouth of her hungry cunt hole.
Christ, the size of it! She could feel rivulets of passion juice wetly trickling down the inner sides of her thighs from her seeping pussy lips. Then his powerful body jerked with demand against the yielding flesh of her buttocks.
Mindlessly, while moans and gasps of bestial lust tumbled from her parched lips, Marie reached under her body and back between her gaping legs to grasp his slippery animal-prick.
The massive dog growled and his forelegs tightened around her as she used his tapered cockhead to part her silky soft pubic hair, then guide the pulsating tip to the mouth of her ravenous hole.
"DO IT! NOW, GENERAL! FUCK IT INTO ME!"
The panting beast hardly needed to be coaxed from that point. Her words choked off into a gurgling strangle as the powerful dog humped forward, the length of his slickened cock spearing up into her pussy.
Her eyes, like her mouth and impaled cunt, expanded to the merciless onslaught of his thickly hardened dog-cock as it raced deep into the squirming hole between her widespread thighs.
It was long seconds before Marie caught her breath as his huge prick stretched her slippery walls, stuffing her snug cunt full, its arrow-like end jabbing with unexpected fierceness up against the sensitive cushion of her cervix. A minute cry of pain burst from her lips as she lurched forward, his powerful flanks a blur of motion in their savage fucking.
"Ohhh, OHHHHHH!" His cum-laden animal-balls were swinging heavily in the cadence of his ferocious skewering, slapping noisily against her clit and squirming cunt mound. His thick shaft pistoned a hammer-like barrage in and out of her wide-stretched pussy with body jolting force. "Jesus God, IT'S GOOD!" she cried, flailing her head wildly.
She was inflaming his animal brain with her sucking cuntal walls tightening and releasing of his huge, burning shaft. With concentrated effort, she strove to move in back-thrusting tempo to meet the strokes of his long tapered cock plunging without mercy up into her seething hole. Unique thrills drenched her careening mind as she strained back onto the still-growing prick lancing ever deeper into her greedy belly.
A vicious frenzy seemed to propel the dog's massive body as it battered her kneeling form, an inbred urge that Marie could more than understand. She gave herself up completely to the merciless animal-lover behind her, and thrust harder backwards onto the shaft of raging cock digging deeper into her throbbing flesh. She felt his laboring body pummeling her ass cheeks, his huge reaming cock a trunk of passion sinking to its full length into the inferno of her cunt.
"Oh, fuck it, you darling! FUCK MEEEEEEEE!" the flailing, gasping girl cried out.
His bloated balls, bursting with thick steaming cum, were beating a wild tattoo against the back of her hand, and the heavy ridges of his blood-engorged cock were riding like a lubricated pole between her clutching fingers.
She was crying now, sobbing, as the incredible sensations of lustful pleasure coursed through her. Oh, sweet fuck ... how beautiful! The fierce Dane was giving her all the lunging cock he had. She moved her fingers from his cock to gently draw them beneath his swinging balls each time they swung down between her legs.
"OHHHH, FUCK ME! GIVE IT TO ME! COME IN ME! I'M YOUR BITCH! FUCK YOUR BITCH! YOUR BITCHHHHHH!"
An unworldly sound rose up from the depths of the Dane's canine throat as Marie skewered her naked ass back with a frenzy onto his pistoning prick. A bolt of lightning ripped jaggedly through her at that moment. The peak of his huge cock seemed to spear right up into her belly. Her jiggling breasts felt hot and full.
Suddenly, woman and beast screamed simultaneously. Marie felt the liquid of his burning animal-cum spitting like fireballs deep into her belly with long, hard spurts.
"OOOOHHHHHH! YESSSSSS! NOWWWWW, LOVER, NOWWWW! OH, SWEET JESUS, I'M COOOOMMMINNNNGGGG!" Her hands twisted and ripped at the bed covers, her head raising and lowering, flailing from side to side as the tears spilled wetly down her cheeks.
Her buttocks were jerking convulsively to the eruption in her belly. She smothered his animal-cock inside the hungering wet folds of her greedy cunt, tossing her head to each side as the huge dog spurted his seething cum up into the milking walls to puddle in her welcoming belly. Again and again, rippling convulsions of ecstasy filled her, spasming her cunt and filling her womb.
Then, at last, she felt his cock withdraw, only to be replaced by his slavering tongue.
She smiled.
"Who needs you, Norman Pitt?" she groaned. "Shit, who needs any man?"
Chapter Seven
Corinne leaned forward and gluttonously began sucking on one of the blonde teenager's heaving tits.
But she didn't relinquish her hold on the girl's seething cunt, nor did she fail to keep puncturing the rotating asshole.
She felt Barth rubbing his bulge up against her. God, she thought, was he going to fuck her asshole again? Well, what the hell, this time she didn't care. She would almost welcome it. Then she could keep ravishing the young girl while he got his kicks on her behind.
It might even be more fun that way. That was the great kick with Barth, you never knew what was coming next. Corinne sensed the younger girl's tremulous ass cheeks trying to unbrace. That was the double kick she, being bisexual and always ready to swing either way, got out of life. The soft feminine curves of another girl's body was as sexy to her as the vibrant muscular hardness of a man's body. A hungering, aromatic pussy infused her to lick and suck with no less ardor than a hardened rod of cock-flesh, except that her female lovers couldn't squirt their seething cum down her throat, and that she loved most of all.
But even Barth had never come up with anything to match this girl. God, Corinne mused, it was times like this, with such a young, tender cunt under her, that she wished she were a man with a prick so she could feed it up this hot pussy!
Corinne felt Patty's other breast against the side of her face. She changed tits with her sucking mouth.
"That's it ... oh shit, yeah," Barth crowed, rocking back and forth from his heels to his toes and rubbing his rising cock through his tight pants. "Suck her tits, Corinne. SUCK 'EM AND FINGER-FUCK HER CUNT!"
Against her will, Patty was thrusting her breast into Corinne's vulgar, sucking mouth. She knew she was acting like a wanton whore, but she couldn't help herself. It felt good. Oh, God, it felt so good.
Suddenly, Corinne's lips were sucking on both her sensitive nipples at the same time. The girl's teeth added their bite to stimulate the sensitive hardness of Patty's nipples.
The young girl couldn't control her seething cunt from squirming against the hand with embedded fingers rotating wildly up inside her lust-hungering passages. She felt Corinne working downward with nibbling lips and tongue over her belly's spasming flesh, down toward the sizzling wet split gaping between her thighs. Patty found herself trying to raise her cunt up to meet the hotly engulfing face of her tormentor.
"Okay, get back! Finger-fuck yourself off, Corinne baby! Barth's taking over!" the big blonde ordered, shoving the girl to one side and moving closer in between Patty's raised legs.
When Patty saw him standing there tugging at his belt buckle and Corinne reluctantly moving back away, something dulled but not forgotten leaped back to the forefront of her brain. She dropped her legs with the recovering agility of a dancer and bolted to a sitting position.
"No! Stop it! I won't let you! Get away from me, damn you!" she spat at him viciously, trying to swivel off the bed around him.
Barth slapped her hard across the face, leaning his weight with enough pinning force to hold her the one fraction of a second it took to slash his palm stunningly against the side of her neck just below the ear. She collapsed back onto the bed as if someone had jerked a wire attached to every nerve center in her body. A helpless whimper erupted from her throat, her brain spinning blindly.
"You goddamned fucking bitch! You'll do what I want ... exactly what I want!"
His voice was shrill to Patty's buzzing ears as he began to flail with both hands brutally at her breasts; crawling up over her, his palms and fingers whipping with pain the yielding tender flesh of her up-thrusting mounds.
Still half-stunned, Patty cried out helplessly to the sharp agony caused by his cruel flogging of her naked breasts.
Summoning all her strength, she managed to twist away from him and fell into a frightened heap on the floor.
"Get up, bitch!" he said coldly, without emotion. "Get your ass off the floor."
Patty hesitated.
He kicked her in the thigh and repeated his order. It hurt. It wasn't a gentle prod. Fear clutched her as she scrambled to her feet.
"That's better. You're going to learn to jump when I say jump. At least, if you know what's good for you!"
He reached out a claw-like hand and took Patty's full breast again, stroking it, and then pinched down with his fingers. She hit him and he knocked her to the floor for the second time. When she staggered to her feet, he struck her savagely, low in the stomach. Patty doubled over in agony.
Gently, he straightened her up. Then, looking her in the eye, he grabbed one nipple and began to squeeze.
The pain was like fire that started in her tit and spread through her body. There wasn't any pleasure. Just pure pain that seemed to make her body throb with hurt. Tears flooded her eyes and she was sobbing helplessly, hurting too much to even strike out at her torturer.
Incapable of controlling herself, she sank to her knees. Even the pressure of his pulling on her distorted nipple couldn't force her to her feet. She swayed, the blackness of unconsciousness swirling around her. He released his grip.
The agony subsided into a full, throbbing ache, like a tooth that had to be pulled. Patty kneeled on the floor, crying quietly.
Barth lifted her like a rag doll and threw her to the edge of the bed. Then he ripped open the front of his pants. His rigid, four inch dick leaped into the open.
The sight of his cock repelled Patty. It looked like a repulsive, swollen worm with juice dripping from its tip. She looked at it and said, defiantly, "I won't."
"You will."
"Never. Never!" she sobbed, and then started crying again, terrified yet determined.
Barth had taken the cigarette out of his mouth and was holding it in his hand. He grabbed Patty and started to kiss her. She felt his cock lurch and start to probe between her legs. She squirmed, refusing to let him in.
And then a terrible pain lanced her buttocks and her body convulsed to get away from it. Distantly she could hear the searing sound and smell the odor of burning flesh.
She arched against him, her hips pressing against his, and then his small prick was sliding into her. The pain went away for a moment and then it came back and she arched up against him again and again.
Barth was throwing his hips against hers, his prick in and out in a desperate driving motion that had nothing to do with her movements. He was beating a tattoo on her flank with his lighted cigarette, keeping her twisting to get away from the burning tip, forcing her to grind her body against his.
Finally he stiffened. At the same time as his prick speared out, he pressed his cigarette into her ass, forcing her to impale herself on it.
His cum pumped into her in hot, burning spurts.
"Take it, cunt!" he cried. "Take all of Barth's juice!"
Suddenly, from the bedroom doorway, there came a thundering roar. Barth turned just in time to see Norman Pitt's fist hurtling at his face. He tried to duck and swerve to the side, but it was too late. The bone and muscle hit him square in the mouth. Teeth littered the floor like a spilled box of tacks. A second blow mashed his nose beyond recognition and a third sent his navel to his spine.
He wailed in agony, but the sound of his voice screeched into silence when a well-placed knee by Norman ruined his sex life forever.
With Barth out on the floor at his feet, Norman turned to survey the rest of the room.
His beautiful daughter was passed out on the bed. Beyond her, huddled in the corner, with wild, staring eyes, was Corinne.
When Norman saw the results of Barth's cigarette on Patty's perfect ass, another growl erupted in his throat. He leapt across the bed and grabbed the trembling Corinne by the hair.
"Please, Norman," she begged, "it was Barth!"
"You want kicks, do you?" he hissed, dragging her to the center of the room. "Well, you little bitch, I'll give you some fucking kicks!"
"Please, pleeeeease!"
With one sudden yank, Norman peeled her body bare. Then there was a hissing sound as he pulled his leather belt from his pants.
"No, no, NO NORMAN!" Corinne screamed when she saw his intent. "PLEASE, DON'T HURT MEEEEE!"
"Hurt you?" he bellowed. "I'm not gonna hurt you, Corinne, I'm going to give you the fucking kicks you wanted!"
He held her hair and wrapped the belt partially around his hand. Then she was being brutally smothered down at both ends of her body so that her calves, thighs, buttocks, and most of her back were naked before him.
Norman stared down at the softness Of Corinne's flesh. His chest burned with anger, his long cock stirring in his pants. The mere thought of watching his belt gouge into that satiny female-flesh that had to be punished filled him with delight.
He raised the belt and brought it fiercely down across the ovalled mounds of her naked, full ass cheeks to tear a muffled scream of torment from her lips. Her body jerked in a desperate effort to jack knife away. The belt rose and fell again in the same place, finally beginning to creep up and down over her exposed flesh until the back of her thighs to her shoulders was a gridiron of raised fiery stripes.
Now, his stiffened cock throbbed against the fly of his pants, and with one hand he ripped it free from his trousers to stand out like a red-knobbed arrow.
He dropped the belt and spread his legs in front of Corinne's head. He wound his hand tighter in her hair and hauled her tear-stained face inches from his enormous prick.
"Open your mouth," he ordered. "Don't try to touch it. Just open your mouth wide. Wider!"
Corinne had lost what fear and hostility she had possessed. She was too grateful for the end of his whipping to refuse his any command. With shrieks of pain wracking her naked flesh, she knew what was expected of her.
She started to reach for it when he bellowed. With a vicious lunge, he buried his massive prick to the hilt in the gagging warmth of her mouth. She thought she would choke to death on its incredible size. As she tried vainly to relax her jaw and catch her breath, he rammed the jerking shaft deeper and deeper into her throat. Again and again, she felt his huge balls slapping her chin as his enormous rod split her lips and went plunging into her stretched throat.
"Aarrffggghhllll!" she gurgled from around the impaling male meat, trying desperately to find air.
"Shut up, bitch, and suck!" Norman rasped, feeling his massive cock stiffening and surging with pent-up cum. "Now, you bitch! It's coming! Catch it! All of it! Drink it!" he screamed at her. "Drink it all!"
Through tear-hazed eyes, Corinne saw the first bursting jets of cum spewing from the slit at his cockhead's fiery-red tip, saw its thickened whiteness like toothpaste spurt from his cock and rush toward her open mouth.
She felt some of his steaming jism strike against her cheeks as she swallowed the spurts and prayed that he wouldn't be angry for what she had missed. On and on it went as his hand pumped the swollen rod of flesh furiously and his hot thick sperm shot into her mouth, filling it time and again to be swallowed away until she could feel the seething liquid pool of his raging cum thickly puddling in her belly.
And then his cum stopped. But his cock was harder than ever. It had not diminished one inch.
"Now turn around and bend over," he commanded. "I'm not done with your kicks yet, you rotten whore!"
He whirled her around and dropped to his knees behind her. Her ass stayed low, trembling in fear at the thought of what he intended to put her through now.
"Get your ass up ... UP!" he shouted again.
Corinne hesitated and he swatted her ass cheeks with the palm of his big hand. "Up, you cunt! Be nice before I really lose my temper!"
She did, convulsive sobs wracking her sperm-filled belly.
And then she cried out new torment as suddenly there was a thickened blunt intrusion that felt as if a railroad tie were being forced and thrust up into her asshole.
She begged him to stop, tears spilling down her cheeks. But the log-like invasion went on, with her thighs being swept wide apart, and suddenly, the enormous weight of brute loins was smashing against her naked buttocks and pushing her face down into the floor with every searing, pain-splitting thrust. Her asshole was tormented with fire. His cock felt as if it were wrapped in sandpaper. Already her back ached from bending over before him.
Corinne was screaming in pain from the trunk-like cock that battered her tiny anus. Norman continued to pound into her sperm-drenched belly with untiring, animal savagery.
His orgasm was nearly there.
She heard him panting faster and harder as he forced her thighs wide beyond reason with his knees, until she was almost fiat on the floor with her hips and pelvis arching from the obscene stretching.
"Sonovabitch!" she heard him curse. "You fucking bitch, I'm going to come!"
Like a rocket, the explosive climax ripped through Norman's loins, shattering him so that he lost his rhythm. He swore and shuddered behind her, trying to regain the tempo as he felt her tight burning ass contract automatically around his wildly probing prick.
And then the swirling, mind-bending rush started. It charged through him, quaking his heavy body. Her gripping, reluctant passage was pulling the cum up out of him with a suction to shrivel his spine. He snarled aloud like an animal, gnashing his teeth and clutching at her hips, clawing and twisting the soft flesh, while his big body shook in a convulsive tremor that accompanied the rifling shots of his scalding cum ricocheting up into the bruised and battered depths of her tormented asshole.
"There, you rotten bitch," Norman finally gasped, unplugging her rectum and crawling to his feet. "Is that enough kicks for you, or do you want more?"
But Corinne couldn't hear him. She had passed out the moment his big cock had started pumping its burning lava into her ass.
Chapter Eight
Norman Pitt bathed his daughter's naked and bruised body with loving care. He then wrapped her in a huge towel and carried her into the bedroom. As he gently laid her on the wide bed, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him.
"I'm all right now, Daddy."
"Good, baby, good," he said. "Now get some sleep."
He moved to the door and snapped off the light. "What's going to happen now, Daddy?" she called softly after him.
"I don't know, baby. Maybe we'll just become hippies and roam around, like your mother." He laughed. "That would be fun."
"Sleep now," he said, and slipped from the room.
She knows, Norman thought as he removed his own clothes and crawled into bed. She must have heard me on the phone with old man Clay; Norman chuckled as he remembered how the old man had sputtered when Norman had told him the real, unvarnished truth about his crazy family and what had occurred that afternoon.
He knew the old man could do nothing but fire him. Which he did.
Maybe we will have to become hippies or gypsies, Norman mused. It's a cinch that Clay would make sure it would be a cold day in hell before Norman Pitt found another good job.
Hippies? Oversexed hippies? Gypsies ... just wandering around the country, living and loving. The thoughts that whirled around in his brain made him think about Erica. And, as he reached up to shut off the light, he wondered where she was.
His last thought before sleep overcame him was: I wish she were here now.
* * *
He was dragged slowly back from dreamland by the feel of a soft, warm body beside him. He reached out with a tentative hand and felt bare flesh.
He moved his hand and found more flesh ... and then a bare breast. His hand leaped away, as if it had been burned. Her hand found his and returned it to her breast.
"It's me, Daddy. I was still afraid. Can I stay here with you?"
Oh, my God, he thought, fire surging through his loins as he felt her snuggle against him.
She snuggled into his arms and made him hold her close.
"I feel safe when I'm here with you, like this."
Norman tried to shrink away, but Patty wormed her arms around his neck and held him tightly. She could feel the beating of his heart against her breasts. She smiled to herself knowingly.
"Hey," he said haltingly, "this could cause complications, did you ever think of that?"
"Ummm?" Her murmur was drowsily content. "Ohhh, Daddy, it feels so nice, being close to you. I feel so safe and secure. So comfy."
"Yeah, but I wish you'd try to remember one little item you're overlooking."
"What's that?"
"You're my flesh and blood daughter. And well ... I'm just a man, and you're an extremely beautiful young lady. I know you haven't thought of it in just this light, but after all ... well, honey, it could prove embarrassing."
"Oh, Daddy, be serious," she sighed.
"I mean it," Norman said, sweat starting to coat his body the harder she pressed against him. "Sometimes, a man can't control his thoughts and feelings. You just don't understand how it is sometimes with a man, honey. There's an awful lot of the beast in every one of us."
She giggled. She moved her firm young breasts against him, took his face between her hands and kissed his lips. "Stop making fun."
"Then you'd better take what I'm trying to tell you more seriously. I mean it, honey, I ..."
She kissed him again, laughingly, as though she didn't believe a word he was trying to say. She felt the flush of heat tighten over the length of his body, and she noticed his trembling gasp. Suddenly, his mouth crushed hers and he held her closer. He moaned softly and ran his lips down her throat, buried his face against her shoulder.
"Oh, baby, I'm so damned ashamed!"
"I'm not. I like for you to kiss me. I guess I'm just a wicked girl, but I can't help liking it, Daddy. Oh, Daddy, I've wanted you to for a long, long time!"
He tensed. "Do you mean that ...?"
"I can't help how I feel, either."
"Then you want to stay here, in bed with me, after what just happened?"
"You don't see me dashing away in terror, do you?"
"If ... if we go much further, honey," Norman gasped, "I ... I won't be able to drop."
"Oh, please admit it, Daddy," Patty sighed. "You've wanted to do this for a long time and I've wanted you to for just as long. Admit it!"
"Yes, but ... "
"Be quiet. Kiss me again. I love the way you kiss. It makes me tingle clear down to my toes! I'm not a baby, Daddy. I'm a woman. It's time you woke up and realized it, too."
She wound her fingers in his hair, struggled half atop him, finding his mouth once more. Norman froze and melted at the same time. Then he gave a long shudder, twisted roughly, and sought her young breasts almost hungrily.
Patty thrilled as his lips engulfed them ravishingly. She felt her nipples harden against his greedy tongue.
"Oh, oh, oh yes, Daddy, yes! Suck them! Suck my titties clear into your mouth!"
"Oh, baby, baby, baby," her father groaned, reveling in the wanton way she thrust her breasts to his sucking lips. "You're beautiful ... so beautiful."
She dropped her hand between their bodies and wrapped her tiny fingers around the bulging girth of his massive cock. "Oh, Daddy, your cock is so huge! It's gigantic, just like all those girls said it was! Oh, Daddy, lover, this is going to be so wonderful! I can hardly wait for you to do it to me!"
Norman blushed in the darkness, but couldn't stop his anxious hips from shoving his hard meat in and out of her hand.
"Yes, yes, like that," she moaned, sliding forward so that the bulbous head of his prick could brush against her curly pubic fur. "That's the way I want you do to it in my pussy. Just like that! Just the way you're fucking my hand!"
Her use of the obscene words, her wanton craving for his cock, threw aside the last inhibition Norman could muster.
"You do want to fuck me, don't you, Daddy?" Patty whimpered, her voice alive now with lust. "Tell me you do! Tell me you want to fuck me, Daddy! Oh God, I need it, I need your cock so bad!"
"Oh, God, yes!" he groaned.
"Then tell me!"
"Oh, baby, I want to fuck you more than anything else in the whole wide world!" he cried, blood pounding through his temples and surging into his massive cock. "Deep! Hard! I want to fuck you like no one ever could fuck you! Like no one will ever fuck you again!"
"OH GOD!" she cried. "Then do it. DO IT BEFORE I DIE!"
Her hand fell to his blood-engorged prick and she clasped it tightly, her eyes smoldering into his. "Ohhh, I love the feel of it, Daddy. I know just how it's going to feel inside of me! Oh God, I want you, I want to feel it high up inside my pussy!"
Norman gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his rigidly throbbing cock. He pressed his head forward and kissed her passionately on the lips, at the same time moving one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks. He cupped them and felt the beautiful full shapes he had only looked at before.
Her body was warm and soft against him as she raised her face to his, locking her mouth tightly to him. The odor of the perfume she was wearing was maddening to his brain as her lips gave way to the harsher pressure of his teeth. She was allowing him to possess her, and the yielding softness of her entire being sent chills darting over his naked skin.
He groaned as his young blonde daughter crushed the full length of her hungering body against his and ground her pelvis tightly to him before suddenly twisting her body and pulling him up and over her in a surprisingly strong motion. Her quivering legs opened wide to take him between them.
Patty crushed her father's long, lean body tight against her own. She ran her hands searchingly down, eagerly exploring the secret hollows of his nakedness. His long, pulsing cock was resting hard against her thighs, and it pressed into the narrow hair-lined furrow of her silken pussy. She arched up for a moment, levering them both up off the bed with the strength of her back. She reached under her tensely strained buttocks with both hands and pulled her tiny cunt lips slowly apart, giving his prick even greater contact with the wet sensitive flesh as it lay the full length of her wildly throbbing cunt.
Then she seemed to relax, dropping her voluptuous body back to the bed, holding his rigid meat trapped tightly between her tender but strong thighs.
Norman emitted a strangled cry and forced his hands down between Patty's shoulder and the mattress and then ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips. He could feel her undulating against him, imperceptibly at first, and then she was moving in a slow, teasing rhythm.
The tense cords of the girl's softly working thighs pressed against the outside of his hips, and Norman wondered how they would feel later, gripping around him once he had sunk the full hardness of his cock deep inside her. He hesitated, as if to encourage him further, she murmured into his ear.
"Ohhh, Daddy, you feel so good ... so hard!" The flatness of her belly writhed up against his, and he pushed his trembling hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her soft ass cheeks in the palms of his hands. He pulled her seeping pussy up closer until it was pressed tightly against him. Then he moved slowly up and down, holding his breath as the insinuating hardness of his cock moved slowly up and down the ever moistening split of her willing pussy.
"Ohhhh, God," he moaned, as she began a more desperate motion up against his loins, until her legs without warning snaked upward, clinging to either side of his body, her shapely calves locking against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter into her.
"Now," she urged hotly. "Fuck me now, Daddy, fuck me right NOW!"
He started to move, but she moved first. Her hands thrust down between their nakedly entwined bodies, and she circled his wildly throbbing cock, guiding it in between the pulsing hot lips of her silken-haired cunt.
He groaned above her as he felt her move his lust-bloated prick up and down between her legs, parting the tender soft outer lips of her pussy with the rubbery head of it.
What a feeling, he moaned to himself. He knew he couldn't hold back another second, and suddenly he flicked his hips forward with a sudden, cruel thrust that drove his incredibly aroused cock into the welcoming mouth of her waiting pussy.
"OH, YES, YES, YESSSSS!" Patty screamed beneath him, and then dropped her tone to a lusty whisper. "It's so big, Daddy! And so hard! And it fucks me so good! Soooo gooooood!"
Norman was boosted to heaven as he felt the wet velvet glove of her cunt slide over his cock. He could even hear the wet, sliding sounds as his meat rushed up inside her tightly clasping inner channel.
He was yearning to mesh with her, to penetrate her very soul if he could, and at the moment he seemed very, very close. His raging cock raced up to the full depths of her flat little suntanned belly. It was soft and tight at first, aching the full length of his rock-hard prick, and then easier as the wetness of her cuntal passage surrounded him moistly and made him suddenly hit bottom. His balls slapped hard up against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks.
"OOOHHHHHHH!" she screamed, and he thrust harder.
The pleasure between them was something real, something that he could actually create with his cock. He reveled for a moment in the incredible power that he had, that they both had, to create this feeling between them.
He ground his desire-filled loins into the squirming softness of the flesh beneath him as she strained back under him, lifting them both several inches off the mattress from the strength of her upward thrusts.
Ceaselessly, she moaned beneath his pounding body. He was hard and lean above her, and his massive cock joined with her tormented pussy, making her open and close her tensed legs around his thrusting hips as she worked up and down, meeting his every move.
Her full, soft lips were gaping wide, and her tongue hung out as she panted beneath him. Her flaxen hair thrashed against the pillows as she flailed her head wildly from side to side.
"OH, DADDY! OH, DADDY, IT'S GOOD IT'S GOOD ITS GOOD!" Her eyes were glazed with lust, the pupils dilated and fixed. "Oooohhhh, stick your finger in my ass!" she cried. "GO ON ... DO IT! DO IT!" she barked at him, her voice hoarse and rasped with passion.
Norman reached under her and between her gyrating ass cheeks as he continued to mercilessly drive his cock into the moisture of her wide pussy. He stretched the crevice between the beautiful girl's buttocks wide, searching for the little opening of her anus with the trembling tip of his index finger.
Suddenly he found it.
A tiny rivulet of warm moisture ran down between her wide-spread crevice from the point where he could feel his hard cock sawing relentlessly into her flesh. There was a din beneath him as the bed creaked and groaned under the pressure of their wild fucking.
Norman probed gently with his finger against the puckered little hole, and then he pushed hard, feeling it give way a little. Then suddenly the tightness of it yielded completely and his finger slipped into the small ring, sinking in almost to the first joint.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Patty shrieked. "OH GOD IT HURTS! But don't stop ... DON'T STOP!"
He thrust harder.
"OOOOOOH YESSS! OH GOD HOW IT HURTS!" she cried, but she suddenly began screwing her soft ass back on his hand until his finger was completely lost, sunk high inside the moistened back entrance between them. He jiggled his finger a little bit inside, then rotated it as much as he could in the fleshy depths of her rectum. Never would he have thought of touching her there, and now here he was, spearing in and out of both her streaming wet passages.
He marveled at the way his beautiful young daughter felt inside. He could even feel through the thin wall of flesh that separated her hotly clasping cunt and her anus. He could feel the swiftly moving thickness of his stone-hard cock as it slid in and out, in and out of her precious pussy.
Urged on by his ever mounting lust, Norman began skewering her between his thrusting prick and his rotating middle finger, maintaining the same rhythm for each as she groaned and bucked beneath him. The young girl's legs opened wide out over the edges of the bed to give him even greater access to the ravishing of her lustfully aroused body.
He could feel his cock thickening and growing inside her tightly contracting cunt until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his lust-constricted balls. They slapped heavily against her upraised buttocks below. It wouldn't be long now. It wouldn't be long at all before he was going to explode.
A steady stream of gibberish came tumbling from Patty's mouth as she writhed beneath her father. She was near her explosion now and as he began ramming it to her with long, hard strokes in time with his skewering finger in her rectum, she grew more and more insane with her lust. She gurgled beneath him and then began to open and close her strong thighs around him in time to his long, hard thrusts up into the moist depths of her battered pussy.
"OOOOOHHH I'M CLOSE, DADDY! I'M SOOOOO CLOSE! OH FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER ... HARDER! HARDERRRRRR!" She wailed, chanted and mumbled. She spurred him on with the pounding of her feet high on his arching back. Her legs were jack knifed up tight now, pressing her knees all the way back onto the swollen mounds of her breasts, and the pressure on the sensitive nipples added to her raging frenzy. Her eyes rolled wildly and her face was contorted and straining for the final moment that was so near.
Norman continued his merciless thrusting with all of his might. Then, suddenly, she coughed at him, "OHHHHH, YESSSS! YESSSS ... I'M THERE ... I'M COOOMMMINNNGGG!"
Her thighs pulled back tighter until the whole of her stretched pink pussy was presented up to him to pound and use as he wished. Her ankles locked over his shoulders as her cunt squirmed desperately beneath him in a wild and sensual dance so frenzied that it almost frightened him.
"GIVE IT TO MEEEEEE!"
But it was happening for him, too. Just as a low banshee scream formed on her lips, piercing through the sounds of the squeaking springs and the two panting bodies slapping brutally together, he felt great swirls of heat building deep, deep in his aching balls. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure.
He groaned, over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting from between his tightly clenched teeth. A deep guttural sound started from his chest as he felt his hot, sticky sperm race from the warmth of his balls and begin spewing in hot streams into Patty's wildly contracting cunt. His hands tangled cruelly in her long blonde hair as he emptied the white-hot sperm into the dark wetness of his daughter's pussy.
Her voice erupted in a thin, high-pitched scream of joy and lust as she felt his burning cum scald her innermost cunt. Her nostrils flared wide as she screwed her loins upward onto his thickly thrusting cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs. Her hungrily thirsting pussy jerked and sucked spasmodically against his taut belly.
Then, finally, his balls sucked dry of their steaming juice, Norman fell away from her, struggling for air, sweat streaming down his body from the incredible exertion.
"Oh, Daddy, you gave it to me ... you did, didn't you?" Patty gasped.
Beneath him, she held her breath for a long time, and then let it loose, her nakedly satiated body collapsing limply down onto the mattress. There she lay still beside her father's heaving hardness, her tingling cunt still locked tightly around his spent cock.
He pushed deep, deep into her for a moment, then lay quiet, filled with a stunned joy that was etched deep upon his consciousness.
"It's going to be all right, Daddy, you'll see."
"What?" he gasped.
"Tomorrow," she said. "Tomorrow is going to be just fine. And, Daddy ...?"
"Yes, baby?"
"Thank you. Thank you for a beautiful fuck and for making my pussy come on a real cock!"
Chapter Nine
Norman's predictions about his future all came true. It was a Mexican stand-off with old man Clay, but the result was the loss of his job. For the next six weeks, he tried to find something in his field, but it was useless. Clay was a powerful man, and no one wanted to cross him by hiring Norman.
But, even with the financial crisis, he didn't seem to mind. It just gave him more time with Patty. They explored each other as only a man and a woman in love can. The fact that their relationship seemed doomed because of its incestuousness only bothered Norman when he wasn't with her.
But when he was with her, he saw her only as a young, desirable woman who wanted nothing more than to please and satisfy his wanton yearning for her.
After an especially hard day of futile job hunting, he returned to the house and Patty jumped up from the couch and ran to meet him at the door. Even though they had made violent love that morning before he left, when she threw her arms around him and pressed her warm body against his, he melted with need.
The feel of her vibrant body against his burned deep within him. He moved his hands over her, feeling the cheeks of her ass and her firm, jutting tits. His cock rose at once.
Patty pulled back and smiled up at him. "Feeling sexy, aren't you, darling?"
She never called him Daddy, or Father, any more. Now she only called him darling, or lover.
She was wearing flared slacks and a cotton blouse that accented every curve of her beautiful body--the found, jutting tits, the sturdy thighs and the under slung, lively ass cheeks.
"I know what you need, darling--a good, hot bath!"
He followed her to the bathroom, watching the graceful movements of her ass swinging from side to side.
She knelt in front of the tub and turned on the faucets while Norman undressed. Her position was similar to the one she assumed on the bed in front of him when he fucked her dog style, resting her head on the pillow as she raised her buttocks and held her pussy up for his cock. His massive prick began stirring as he looked down at her.
She tested the temperature of the water with her hand and glanced at him as she stood up to get a towel from the rack. Her smile became warmer. "You are feeling horny, aren't you, darling? Well, I'll take care of that in a few minutes!" She put the towel on the edge of the tub and leaned over again, turning off the faucets. "Now get in and I'll scrub your back."
Norman finished undressing. His cock was a firm, thick tube of flesh just short of a full erection as he stepped into the tub. Patty knelt by the tub again as she dipped the washcloth into the warm water and lathered it, then began soaping his muscular back. Her small, beautiful face was serious in concentration and effort as she put one tiny hand on his shoulder and scrubbed. Then she sat back on her heels, putting the washcloth on the edge of the tub, and started to get up.
"Hey, I'll wash that, too." She giggled, moving forward again and picking up the soap, looking at his cock and balls.
She lathered her hands, and a thrill of lust raced through Norman as she took his massive prick and balls in her hands, soaping them. He leaned back in the tub and his ass moved up, raising his cock out of the water like a submarine periscope. Taking the monstrous shaft in her hands, she pushed the foreskin back and stroked it with a gentle circling motion.
"Oh God, it's beautiful," she murmured softly, and a groan escaped Norman's lips as his cock rose to its full erection.
Her hand moved up and down it as it became harder, the head bloated and shiny and the shaft thick and veined.
"I can hardly wait to get that in my belly," she whispered, her lips damp and trembling and her eyes shining behind her half-closed lids.
She put both hands around it, exerting a gentle pressure that made him gasp and pant as she moved her hands firmly up and down.
"Oh, baby, if you keep doing that, I'm going to pop off right here!" Norman groaned.
"No, no," Patty purred, releasing the throbbing shaft and standing up, drying her hands on the towel. "I want you to get it off in me and come in my pussy!"
She trotted off to the bedroom, and Norman leapt from the tub to follow her, hastily dabbing at his dripping body with the fluffy towel.
She sprawled out on her back on the bed and extended her arms to him. He buried his face in her hair and wrapped her arms around her as her hands moved quickly down the front of her blouse, unbuttoning it. She shrugged out of it and tossed it to one side, then unfastened her bra and tossed it away.
Norman looked down at her hard breasts, and need for her surged through him. He felt and fondled the luscious globes, licking playfully around the soft flesh and nibbling at the rigid pink nipples. "God, I love your tits," he moaned.
"I love your cock."
She pulled the towel from his body and took his throbbing meat in her hands. Rolling him over onto his back, she got onto her knees, hovering over him, and swooped her head down to engulf the massive shaft. As she rolled the big slab of meat around and around in her warm mouth, it surged with blood, rising to its full length and thickness. She pulled back the foreskin and her tongue lapped greedily around the bulbous head.
"Jesus," she moaned hotly, "this must be the biggest, most beautiful prick in the world!"
He looked down at her as she kissed and mouthed his cock, tracing the tip of her tongue around the head and opening her mouth wide to take it between her lips and suck it. His breath came in short, quick pants as she teased it toward a fury of passion. The sight of her beautiful blonde head bobbing furiously up and down on his prick was driving Norman insane with desire. He reached down and ran his hand through her flaxen hair and down over her voluptuous young body, the need to feel and fondle her so great that he couldn't move his hands rapidly enough to satisfy it.
Patty released his throbbing prick for a moment and fumbled with the zipper at the waist of her slacks. Her face was flushed, her lips were damp with saliva and parted slightly as she panted with the effort. Her tits jiggled delightfully as she unfastened the slacks and slid them and her panties down her thighs.
Norman sat with his cock sticking straight up in the air and looked at her as she bared her youthful beauty. Mine, he thought, as his eyes traveled ravenously over every inch of her gorgeous form, all mine.
Patty dropped her clothes on the floor and moved directly between his knees. She straddled him as their lips met hungrily. The tip of his throbbing meat touched her furry cunt as then-tongues battled damply between their lips.
The young blonde reached down and grasped his cock with one hand. "Hold me open, darling," she breathed. "Hold my pussy lips open, and I'll get it in!"
Norman combed his fingers through the downy soft hair between her smooth thighs, then put his fingers on each side of her cunt, spreading it open wide. She wriggled her hips from side to side to position herself, and then moved his massive prick around, guiding it. Then she pressed downward.
He groaned aloud from the ecstatic sensation as the head of his cock entered her hot, tight little pussy. He could feel her breath against the side of his face as she hissed through her teeth. She was absolutely motionless for a moment, and he ran his hands over her thighs, her tits, her ass, savoring the sensation of her pussy around the head of his prick.
"Now," she moaned, "now we'll fuck, lover! We'll fuck real good!"
She began moving her talented, now experienced ass. It was barely perceptible at first. Then it grew in intensity until her ass cheeks were pounding up and down with fury.
"Oh, baby, you're good ... you're such a great fuck!" Norman cried, feeling his full hunk of meat up her hole.
When all his massive cock was finally buried up inside her seething slit, Patty took her hands away from its base and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. Then she jammed herself up and down, taking the full brunt of his meat on every stroke.
"Oh, yes, I'm fucking! I'M FUCKIN' YOU GOOD, LOVER!"
His hips began responding, driving his cock up into her as she thrust downward. The entire length of his massive prick began entering her. She had the lithe, tireless muscles of youth, and she kept bobbing up and down, sliding her tight pussy hard over his cock.
Then the exertion and the wracking tension finally wearied her, and she stopped moving for a moment resting on him, her buttocks on his thighs his cock deeply embedded in her pussy, her head against his chest. She raised her lips, opening them wide, and he slid his tongue between her shining teeth to the back of her throat, gorging her mouth with it. Her fingers combed through his hair as they kissed, and she moved her head from side to side, sucking and nibbling at his tongue. He slid his hands back and cupped her firm buttocks to raise her, then began undulating, sliding his big cock in and out of her slippery cunt hole.
He pushed her back gently and lowered his mouth toward her breasts. She cupped one and held it up to his lips. The firm, resilient mound of flesh slid between his hungry lips and he began to suck, reveling in the cushiony soft warmth and the throbbing heat of the erect little nipple at its tip.
Then she relaxed and, with a deep sigh, smiled up at him. "All right, darling, make it a good one. Fuck me as hard as you can, and fill my pussy with cum!"
His mind was foggy with the numbing blanket of arousal and desire. He began undulating his hips rapidly, spearing his throbbing cock into her. She braced her feet against the bed and surged downward, driving her pussy down at him as his cock slid in and out of her gaping hole with long, firm strokes.
She moaned and whimpered as she lunged. He cupped her firm buttocks and began fucking her as rapidly as he could, lifting her up until only the head of his cock was in her, then driving her back down until his balls were pressed against her tight ass crack.
The cum formed into a massive knot within him, straining to burst loose. It ebbed and swelled, bringing him closer and closer to the point of breaking through. She twisted her hips from side to side and redoubled her efforts as she threw herself down at him, sensing that he was teetering on the brink of an orgasm.
Suddenly, Norman was seized with an urge to dog fuck her. He pushed himself from her. "Turn around, honey," he gasped hoarsely. "Turn over and get on your hands and knees!"
She nodded and eagerly rolled over, raising her buttocks in the air and reaching back between her legs with one hand for his cock. He crouched behind her and moved forward, taking her tiny waist between his hands. She grasped his massive prick and wriggled her hips, positioning herself to get it in. The throbbing head touched the lips of her pussy. She pushed herself back at him with a sudden lunge, and half the cock slid noisily into her pussy. She stiffened and whimpered, then she let her back sag in a deep curve as she pulled a pillow down and rested her head on it.
He grasped her waist tighter and began fucking her, looking down at her slender body and at his cock sliding in and out between her creamy ass cheeks. She looked back over her shoulder at him, watching as he fucked her. The expression on both their faces was one of utter bliss.
She twisted her hips from side to side as she begged in a trembling voice for his cum. "Give it to me, darling! I want it so bad! Shoot it into me, darling ... it'll make me feel good! Fill me up with it ... fill my pussy with it! Come in me and fill me up with it ... pleeeeasssee!"
It was too much. Every nerve in Norman's body tingled and blood pounded in his ears with a deafening roar as he broke through. The cum began spurting from his massive cock in hot, thick gushes. Patty uttered a wailing cry of joy as she began twisting her hips frantically, pushing herself back at him. He clutched her to him as he undulated madly in a wild, uncoordinated flurry of motion, shooting the scalding cum deep into her body as the wrenching spasms of the orgasm gripped him. The climactic ecstasy held him poised in the grips of the shattering orgasm for a moment, then he slid on through and fell over onto his side, still clutching her.
* * *
The touch of a cold cloth brought him back out of the warm, furry cloud of sleep. Patty stood over him, sponging his cock and balls gently with a towel. She threw the towel to the floor and crept into his arms, putting her head on his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Happy, darling?"
"Uhhuh."
"I mean are you really happy? Are you happy with me?"
"Yes, I am, Patty. You'd make anyone happy."
She snuggled in closer to him and slid her cum-wet cunt along his thigh.
They were silent for a long time, and then she mumbled something into his chest.
"What?"
"Do you ever miss the variety?"
"Variety?"
"You know," she said, not looking at him. "Fucking different girls, instead of just me."
"I don't know, baby," Norman said with honesty. "I haven't thought about it." He paused, thinking about it. "I haven't, but I guess I might."
More silence.
"What about you?" he asked.
"I don't know," Patty replied, raising up on one elbow and looking deep into his eyes. "I've thought about it."
Chapter Ten
For the next few days, everything continued to be bliss, even though Norman's savings had begun to run out and any hope of a job got dimmer and dimmer.
And then one afternoon, while Patty was out shopping, their whole world reversed itself again.
There was a sharp rap on the door. When Norman answered it, he was struck dumb.
"Hello, Norman."
"My God."
"Yes, it's me, Erica. Well, can I come in or do we just stand here like idiots at the front door?"
"Uh ... yeah, come in, by all means. I guess."
It was as if she had never gone. She made her way to the bar and fixed herself a drink. "Want one?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, why not?"
"Still Scotch?"
"I'm surprised you can remember."
"I remember a lot of things, Norman. And I've forgotten a few, as well." She handed him the drink and stood above him, one hand resting lightly on a jutting hip.
In spite of all the bad memories and how much he knew he disliked her, the sight of her there, right before him in the flesh, stirred old memories--memories both in and out of bed.
Erica was tall in the platform heels she wore. She had a raw-boned, rangy look about her that Norman liked. Tawny, hard gray eyes looked out of clear sunglasses, from beneath the mane of loose hair that flowed in smooth waves down across her shoulders. Her tits were firm and large, standing out clearly in the jersey material of the dress she wore. Without a bra, he could clearly see the nipples perpetually kept hard by the friction they made with the material.
She smiled as if she could read his mind as his eye wafted over her body. Pressing her lips together, she smoothed out the light layer of lip gloss over the fullness. Norman could almost taste it as she spread her lips in a wide smile.
She had chosen her dress well. It was short and dark blue, with a vee-shaped neckline that revealed just enough of her full, rounded breasts to be tantalizingly provocative. Molding to her body like a second skin, it displayed the voluptuous curves of her sensually flaring hips and the tapering slimness of her waist.
"How do I look?"
"Great," he mumbled. "But then you always did."
"Good enough to take back?"
"You must be kidding, Erica."
"I'm not. I've changed, and I'll prove it to you."
"How?" he said, sipping his drink and averting his eyes from her body. As much as he hated to admit it, she could still have an effect on him.
"By taking you to bed."
"Not a chance."
"Look, Norman, I mean it, I've got a great job, making a lot of money. I miss you, and I miss the kid. I want to come back, do my part, be a wife-all the bullshit."
"It's been too long," he said. "And that's what you said the first time."
"But this time it's for real, and I'll prove it!"
There was a rasping sound. He stood as the dress fell open. She stepped close to him and pulled his arms around her.
"No, Erica ... "
"Yes, Norman," she cooed, and pushed his hands inside the unzipped dress, down to the panty-covered ovals of her generously rounded buttocks. They were tensed with her hip pressure against him as he moved his exploring hand over the nylon-encased mounds, tracing upward with a finger along the snugly arched crevice separating them.
His hardening cock jerked responsively, furrowing against the swell of her belly as he crushed her tighter to him with one hand clutching at the taut fullness of her ass cheeks. She was breathing heavily into his mouth, undulating her hips against him and working to catch the bulge of his pants tightly into the juncture between her lush thighs.
No, no, NO! Norman's mind was screaming.
But his cock was screaming YES! And, as always, he knew his body would win.
Erica leaned her head back, her lovely eyes near-closed, her lips moistened and parted. "Do we have to pretend, Norman? I want it ... I want you, darling. God, I'm so hot!"
Norman bent his head and kissed the creamy white flesh of her right breast. She gasped and clutched his face in tighter to their pliant warmth. He ran his hot tongue wetly through their deep, silky valley, smelling and tasting the delicate fragrance of her perfume.
"Right here?" he gasped.
"Come on ... into the bedroom," she breathed, catching at his hand to lead him.
"What about this drink?"
She stopped, took it and drained the glass. "That's like throwing gasoline on a lighted fire," she choked, then smiled. She led him like a puppy up to the bedroom. "See?" she said, "I haven't forgotten where anything is!"
He slipped his arms around her and squeezed his hands over her breasts, then kissed her neck. She rotated her buttocks back against his straining hardness, her head leaning back against him. In that position she eased out of her dress, wriggling it down over her hips to puddle at her feet. Her panties were brief and black, the supple crevice and soft fullness of her ass cheeks more pronounced against him now that she was free of her dress.
His blood-engorged cock throbbed hotly. Christ, he had to bury the fucking thing in her vibrant little hole damned soon! Her hand reached back between them, searching and caressing his cock feverishly. He clasped his hands around the smooth naked flesh of her firm-tipped breasts that were rising and falling more rapidly with each passing second.
Then, reflected in the vanity mirror, he saw them, high-set and globular in his hands when he lifted them, their distended nipples the color of a rich wine. He saw all of her body, from the ribs tapering into a slender waist before the sweeping flare of her hips to the enticing swell of her belly beneath the wispy black nylon.
"Jesus," he sighed. "You bitch, you're more beautiful than ever."
"And you're bigger than ever!" She spun around to pull at the front of -his trousers, fumbling with his belt and zipper.
Neither of them spoke, then he choked out a grunt when her hand wormed inside with cool fingers to greedily encircle his hot, rigid cock-shaft.
"Oh, my God," he groaned as she began to work its thick foreskin back and forth with knowing skill, then drew him gently with her firm hold toward the bed. She turned around and crawled onto it, stretching out face down while he kicked off his clothes, the length of his pulsating cock cleaving the air. Its bulbous head had burst from the sleeve of foreskin to glisten with a moist, fiery glow.
She lay waiting, unmoving but for the intensity of her breathing. He debated for a second before kneeling over her to peel the panties down off her ovalled moons, watching her lift her hips for him, his eyes ogling their white beauty as he slid the tiny bikini briefs along her shapely legs.
"Like this ... from behind, darling!" Erica whispered hoarsely back at him. "I love it doggy-style. It goes in deeper!"
"Christ," he swore. Could it really be that she had changed? Could it go on being this good? He wasn't thinking too well.
He dropped down on top of the flow of her white curves, his lean muscular body a furnace of desire, and she began to writhe under him, little purring whimpers escaping her.
"Oh God, give me a good fucking, baby. I need it so bad!" she panted as he pushed his swollen cock into the deep slit between her undulating buttocks. Ohh, it felt so good ... so gooood! Not once, ever, had it been like this with him. She'd been sorry about the divorce. Her lovers, as many as there had been, couldn't compare with Norman. And now she was going to prove just how much she really loved and wanted him. Lust was beautiful ... Norman was beautiful! His cock was beautiful! And he was going to fuck her right into heaven, doing it like he had that last night before she had left.
Since then, at night alone, she got so hot just thinking about that, a long thick prick worming right up into her anus, coming in her bowels, fucking her ass mercilessly.
And then he was slipping down her, kissing her shoulders, back and buttocks, finally her thighs, and she forgot everything else.
Norman pressured against the insides of her legs and she spread them wider. He tugged gently at her hips and she raised onto her fanned-out knees, dropping her head and shoulders onto the mattress. He lay on his stomach, with his face between the voluptuous white columns, looking up at the curl-fringed lips of her pouting cunt, the pink inner flesh moist, as were the soft insides of her thighs shining wetly from the tiny rivulets of released liquid passion.
He raised his head until his open lips compressed the yielding pussy folds of flesh, his hot tongue thrusting lustfully up into the liquid fire of her cunt, tasting the feverish desire in the core of her body.
Erica tremored and mewled to the lashing onslaught of his invading tongue licking at her sizzling cunt. The shock had triggered frantic hip motions, and now she thrust them back until his nose was between her ass cheeks. It tickled her tiny anus as his tongue spurted up into the clasping cuntal walls until she wanted to cry out from the overwhelming pleasure. Then he was -licking her clit, laving the bud and sucking it into the burning heat of his mouth.
"Oh, damn! Put it in, Norman darling! Fuck me now, please? Oh, God, fuck me like a bull!"
He quickly got to his knees, his rod of thick-veined meat lancing out like a spear from his groin. He couldn't remember a hard-on to equal this. Christ, what a wife she was, at last.
"Do it! Please, do it, lover!" she gasped into the bedding.
He wriggled in close behind her, guiding his throbbing cock. The head was like a flaming ball of fire, but it was worse at the root, where an aching turbulence pounded to the very core of his balls. He grasped the blood-filled shaft, prodded for a moment with its bloated knob, then thrust blindly up into her cunt, fucking the length of its long, thick hardness into her.
The warm wetness of her pussy engulfed his burgeoning cock, her supple ass cheeks flattened against his hips and pelvis beneath his vicious lunge. Erica squealed like a skewered pig as he gripped at the firmness of her corded upper thighs, his prick buried to the hair up into her tightly squirming cunt.
"This what you wanted, baby?" he wheezed down at her bent white body. "A bunch of hard cock in your hot little belly?"
"Oh! Oh, darling!" she gasped back at him. "I love it ... I love your big dick!"
His randy meat was fucking her like a stallion. He couldn't remember ever battering a cunt so hard. And Erica, the voluptuously naked creature hunched lewdly before him, was matching his rapture as he fucked with battering thrusts up into her pussy.
His hands were like clutching talons working at the flesh of her thighs, hips, waist, while he humped up into her from behind, reveling in the clasping wet heat of her cunt. She rotated her hips with a frenzy, throwing her ass cheeks back against him, working her knees out wider, then heaving her ravenous cunt back tighter onto his thrusting prick.
He could feel his cum-laden balls swinging down hard to smack against the flat softness beneath her pussy hair as he watched his shining wet rod completely disappear every time his ramming hips met her backward charging buttocks. Then he saw her hands moving down and felt her fingertips caressing and grazing beneath his bloated sac to cause jagged sensations to race to the depths of his belly. Her face was flushed and her tangled mane of hair spread over the whiteness of her shoulders and back. Her whole body was his now, given to him to do with as he pleased.
Erica couldn't remember when she'd ever been so thoroughly fucked. With his every charging plunge up into her pussy, his solid cock stuffed her to the near-bursting point and almost drove her off the other side of the bed. God, yes, he was giving it to her like a bull, all right, and what a bull he was--all man, wonderful cock-man!
She spread her legs even farther for him so that his burning thick prick could reach another fraction of an inch up into her inflamed belly, entranced in the blend of pain and pleasure his breathtaking fucking was bringing her.
Norman's hands raised little red welts over her white buttocks and hips as they clutched them brutally to haul her back onto his throbbing cock. He dug a finger at her tiny puckered asshole, simultaneously fucking up into the gripping liquid flesh of her seething cuntal walls with abandon. But she only moaned and came back for more, taking all he could give, her curves squirming and writhing, her gorgeous white ass cheeks slaving nakedly beneath him.
One more unceasing groan erupted from her open mouth as he raged and swept and battered the furious length of his cock up into the depths of her belly. The groan suddenly thinned into a wailing cry as her cunt began to convulse around him in spasms of frenzy.
"Oooooooh! Darling, darling ... I'M COMMMMIINNNGGG!" Erica cried, a bath of liquid warmth flooding his meat. "Give it to me! Fill me with your hot cum! HURRRRRYYYYY!"
Norman felt the gushing, needle-like stream screaming down the length of his jerking prick and bolting up into her with a violent rage. His mouth hung open, the breath bursting from it as his boiling sperm squirted from the tip of his wildly jerking cockhead.
"Aaaahhh Chrissttt! It's commmminnngg!"
"Yes! Oh, God, yessss, I can feel it! Ohhh, fill me, fill me! Arrrggghhh, God, I'm comminnng againnnnnn!"
At last Norman slumped over on top of her, both of them collapsing, their perspiring bodies heaving in the aftermath of their wild fucking. He felt his deflating prick slipping from the oozing warmth of her still contracting cunt. She moved her thighs and he rolled off her with a sigh while she lay there smiling at him, her cheek against the pillow.
"You're some lover, Norman. I'm sorry it took me so long to find it out," she purred. "Would you mind kissing me now?"
He grinned and lifted his head as she twisted her face up to him. Her lips were warm and moist, no less inviting to him than in the beginning.
"Well?" she said.
"You'll have to sleep on the living room sofa," he replied.
Chapter Eleven
At first, Patty resented having her mother back in the house. She was insanely jealous of her. Then, after a week or so, she changed her opinion. Erica had changed. She had become a warm, giving person, and Patty grew closer and closer to her. It could hardly be called a mother-daughter relationship; it was more like two sisters getting to know each other.
Eventually, Patty wouldn't have minded if her father had sneaked down the stairs some night to give Erica some of the joy that he was giving her.
But he never did.
And then one night Erica didn't take her sleeping pill, the pill she needed to go to sleep without sex. And she heard her husband and her daughter upstairs, making love.
It was then she decided what she must do to win them both back.
The next evening, as they were all preparing to retire, Erica caught Norman's arm on the stairs. "Please come down to me tonight, Norman. Please?"
He looked deep into her pleading eyes and, at last, nodded that he would.
An hour later, when all was quiet in the house, Erica tip-toed up the stairs. She passed Norman's bedroom and quietly let herself into Patty's room. She padded across to the bed and sucked in her breath, unable to take her eyes off her daughter's fully exposed body.
Patty's hair fanned out around her head like a halo in the dim light of the moon. Erica let her eyes wander admiringly down to the girl's taut, full breasts with their plum-dark nipples. She clutched the front of her gown, feeling her breasts swelling in response. Then she gazed rapturously along Patty's smooth, flat belly and the gentle sloping of her thighs, down to where her softly curling pubic hair covered the pink flesh of her vaginal lips. Never had she seen so desirable a woman.
The heavily breathing mother could feel her own moistened cuntal lips swelling with passion and her tiny clit hardening with mounting desire, the nipples of her throbbing breasts tingling against the soft material of her nightgown. She moistened her lips several times as she fantasized about how she could gently bring Patty to a peak of orgasm as only a woman knew how to do.
Erica reached up and unfastened the drawstring of her nightgown. Then, deftly, she wriggled the loose folds down over her naked body and exposed her firm, curvaceous flesh beneath. Her conical breasts beat with the rhythm of her lustfully pounding heart, solid and upright, though not quite as large and developed as her own daughter's.
As she inched closer to the girl, Erica could see that her daughter was unconsciously stretching open the rounded cuntal lips between her thighs, showing their pink fleshy smoothness and the little swollen bud of her hardened clitoris. Beneath the growth of downy pussy hair, Patty's cunt seemed to be twitching with expectancy, swelling with arousal and moistening with desire. Trembling now, Erica gently stroked one of Patty's firmly rounded tits, pausing to tease the dark nipple with a practiced feminine touch.
The girl's eyes popped open. "Erica ... is that you?"
"Yes, baby. Do you mind?"
"No."
"Good," Erica said, her heart jumping in her breast at the open invitation.
Her hands squeezed the girl's tits tenderly, and she leaned over closer. The woman's lips closed tightly over Patty's, gently at first so she could feel the full moistness of her mouth, and then more firmly. Patty felt her own lips begin to relax under the sensitive pressure, and then as Erica's tongue slipped wetly between her teeth, Patty submitted gradually to the thrilling new sensations. She let her naked body follow up, rubbing against the other woman, her warmly pulsing cunt undulating with building desire.
Erica stretched out on the bed beside Patty, then moved hard against her, feeling her own passion seething hot and urgent. Her hand continued to massage her daughter's full, firm tits with a woman's special tenderness.
Patty had never made it with a woman before, but she had thought about it, wondered about it, a great deal. She had heard others talk about sex between two women, and it had piqued her curiosity. Now she was going to find out, and the fact that she was doing it with her own mother didn't bother her at all. After all, she had been fucking her father for weeks!
The young daughter felt her body smoldering with lust-inspired embers, and she closed her eyes, trembling all over from the growing yearnings filtering through her flesh. The caressing fingers crept over her breasts and around her tingling nipples like feathers, teasing her to respond.
Erica held her tight, rubbing her nakedly voluptuous body so that the nipples of her tits met and crushed against Patty's. Patty felt her mother's thigh raise and one slender leg twine eagerly about her hips until the soft curls of her pubic hair brushed with warm invitation against her own cuntal slit.
One of the hands squeezing her tits slipped around and moved down to her rounded buttocks, pulling them apart to slide between and caress the tight, sensitive anal opening with a middle finger. Then Erica began slithering slowly down over Patty's trembling body, placing herself between the dazed girl's spreading thighs.
Patty mewled in open lust as her mother's hot lips and tongue caressed her inner thighs. Then she sighed in rapture as she felt Erica's thumbs pressing outward, spreading the soft, hair-fringed lips of her pussy. The woman's tongue flicked forward, the tip teasing moistly against the throbbing bud of Patty's clit, causing it to spring into trembling hardness. Then the woman spread the swollen lips of her daughter's cunt still wider and thrust her wetly teasing tongue deep into the moist, pulsating walls.
The wearing contact with the sensitive flesh of her cunt brought a long, low moan of desire from Patty's parted lips. "Yes, yes, suck ... yes, suck!"
Her youthful body hunched and lurched. She groaned over and over again as Erica's tongue speared in and out of the dilating lips of her pussy. Then more wisps of forbidden pleasure were rippling deep down inside her body. Her arms lay tensed at her sides while her luscious breasts jiggled from the sucking she was undergoing. She clenched her eyes shut and bared her lips back over her teeth in an effort to control the tingling sensations that were stabbing up from the tight, fleshy slit of her silken pussy.
Erica could sense the girl's desire, and, with a satisfied grin, the woman thrust her tongue deeper into the quivering sheath of Patty's welcoming cunt. Then she moved her body around so that she could straddle with her legs pressed tightly to Patty's shoulders, her widespread thighs undulating in a hunched position over Patty's contorted face.
She began to tongue-fuck the girl's yielding cunt harder and faster now, sliding her soft wet tongue far up into the clasping channel, and reveling in the sounds Patty was making beneath her ministrations. Erica licked and sucked around the velvet-like interior of the swollen, hair-rimmed pussy lips, feeling the soft silkiness of Patty's pubic curls tickling against her nose and cheeks.
Patty moaned with uncontrollable desire, unable to stop her pulsing thighs from responding by arching upwards slightly in a slow, eager grinding against Erica's face.
The girl was ready and eager to comply. She burrowed her lips and tongue into her mother's soft, gooey vaginal slit. She inhaled the beautiful female aroma coming from the heated cunt hovering just above her face. Her pussy ached with her mother's mouthings and the arousal of her own cunt sucking. Taking a deep breath, her head began to bob slavishly as she abandoned herself to sucking the tender pink flesh of Erica's cunt.
"Ohhhh!" the woman cried. "Ohhh, yesss, that's it! That's it, lover! Now faster ... faster!"
Patty tongued hungrily now, teasing the woman's clit as Erica was taunting her so. She was salivating as never before as she kissed and licked her trembling cuntal slit. She ran her tongue greedily up the full length between the passionately rotating buttocks, lapping wetly around the tight-closed rosebud of Erica's anus and then down over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt and over the bud at the crest of her pubic mound.
And, in return, she could feel every tantalizing second of Erica's tongue laving through the soft swelling of her sensitive pussy like a knife through warm butter. It flicked relentlessly between her widespread legs, stopping now and then to curl its way deep into her urgently gripping pussy. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the woman hunched on all fours above her, nothing mattering now but the ecstasy of the lovely searing sensations streaming through every inch of her naked flesh. Nothing mattered to either of the two women as they impaled their tongues deep, deep into the delicious warmth of each other's hungering cunts.
And, lost as they were in their loving wildness, they failed to hear the soft opening of the bedroom door. Nor did they see the tall muscular figure standing there, a shocked expression splitting his rugged face.
Shit! Look at the way they're sucking each other off! he thought venomously.
Norman stood with his legs wide apart, panting slightly as he viewed the two women writhing obscenely on the bed.
He had decided to take Erica's invitation and join her on the sofa. But when he found it empty and then heard the muted moans and sighs coming from the upstairs bedroom, he knew that Erica was telling him, in her own way, that she was rejoining the family. Whether he wanted her to or not.
Now he was standing in the dim room, watching them. His wife, Erica, was on top, and her daughter, his daughter, was hunching her from beneath.
He watched, transfixed, his eyes locking on the sweat-glistening breasts that were dancing invitingly on his daughter's chest, and her softly curling pussy hair that was almost entirely hidden by his wife's voraciously sucking mouth.
Shit, this was unbelievable! This couldn't be true!
But it was true.
And now the problem was, what was he going to do about it?
Chapter Twelve
Norman found himself trembling nervously as he remained in open-mouthed awe, viewing the naked bodies of his wife and daughter writhing in wild abandoned passion. He had never witnessed such an exhibition of sheer lust, and it was getting to him. He could feel his cock harden under the bathrobe in response to the sight of the two women so moistly fused together on the bed.
He felt ripples of arousal coming up from his balls as he watched his wife's mouth buried deeply around Patty's wiggling cunt. Even the tiny pink lips of the girl's pussy could be seen clasping hungrily around Erica's spearing tongue as it slipped in and out of the soft surrounding curly pubic hair.
He watched hypnotized as the girl's tight wet cuntal lips skewered up and down Erica's taunting pink tongue, following it out as it withdrew and disappearing back inside as Erica thrust between Patty's legs again.
He moved his gaze along his wife's undulating body to her tight round ass cheeks and quivering thighs where they hovered over Patty's face. He couldn't make out the scene clearly, but it was obvious that Patty was sucking Erica's pussy with equally fevered delight. She had to be, her mouth was drawn up as far as it could go and her hands were digging into Erica's buttocks in an effort to pull the woman's loins deeper down on her face.
The erotically stimulated father felt his cock growing painfully stiff, hardening against the front of his bathrobe and wetting the wool material with his warmly seeping seminal fluid. His breath began to seethe in heated short gasps as he continued to watch bug-eyed, his eyes locked frantically on their cuntal lips again. They were wet and gleaming from driving tongues, and the mere idea of those warm, moist caverns closing around his blood-engorged prick caused it to jerk with desire.
Fiery sperm boiled in his lust-distended balls as he contemplated the feel of his aching cock sliding up into a fleshy cuntal crevice.
Quickly, silently, his eyes never once leaving the enticing sight of the dual slaverings, Norman opened the front of his bathrobe to ease the pressure on his massive cock. He let the robe spread wide, and his great, blood-swollen erection jutted stone-hard from his loins. He began to stroke it lightly, pulling the heavy foreskin back over the hard, rubbery head, letting his volcanic cum build and build in his pulsating balls while he watched the two churning females on the bed before him.
In a moment of mindless passion, Patty pressed her mouth closer to Erica's cunt, reaching between their heaving bodies to play with her mother's swaying tits, while her own cunt grew increasingly hot, hungry, and open.
Erica's tongue invaded it relentlessly, lashing at her erect clit, laving and sucking everywhere in her daughter's throbbing pussy, slippery in the juices, and always returning to Patty's wildly tingling clitoris.
The aroused girl panted, knowing she was nearing her climax as her naked cunt curled up and pressed with vibrant tension to bring Erica's mouth tighter to the quivering center of her pussy.
Erica was gasping, straining for air between Patty's clenching thighs, never breaking the fervent, lashing contact of her buried face. Even her nose was immersed in her daughter's steaming, wet cunt.
Still jerking his heavy, blood-pulsing cock in long, deliberately tantalizing strokes, Norman stared with bulging eyes at the abandoned couple on the bed. He could see moist secretions seeping from between their smoothly twisting asses as they ground up and down against each other. He felt his buttocks tighten and he groaned inwardly as he pumped still harder on his burgeoning cock, imagining its hard, hot tip pressing deep between a pair of parted thighs.
And then Patty was coming. Her body went into uncontrolled spasms as she hunched her cunt up, harder and harder, against her mother's driving tongue.
The walls of her cunt clasped hotly around Erica's wildly thrusting tongue, and the muscles of her belly writhed in the torment of her unleashed passions. She was about to explode with orgasms, and she feverishly pressed her naked pussy up harder to Erica's face, every inch of her perspiring flesh on fire. She gasped and moaned as she strove to bring her mother to the same point, to the same delirious completion, jerking her climaxing pussy up tight against Erica's mouth as the scalding orgasmic juices poured from her pulsating cunt in a seemingly unending stream.
Erica felt Patty reach her peak, and then her own climax hit, taking hold of her voluptuous body and sending it surging downward against the bobbing face of the naked girl. She pushed up and down in abandoned desire, pleading for longer, hotter mouthings, as she crooned out her violent release.
It was then, as she was coming, that Erica looked up and saw her naked husband pounding his enormous cock in the doorway.
Her eyes flashed an invitation--an invitation that Norman read only too quickly, as the woman ground her boiling cunt down over her daughter's face.
Come, her eyes told Norman, come join in. Join us, fuck us!
Norman staggered across the room and fell between his daughter's straining thighs. His meat slipped into her cunt and it surrounded him like a wet glove.
He pressed forward at a snail's pace up the squeezing, sucking channel that seemed to be coaxing him deeper and deeper. When the full length of his rampant dick was buried in Patty's pussy, he started fucking. He sawed in and out of her cunt in time with the screams of joy that erupted from her lips and echoed off Erica's cunt.
"OH, OH, OH DADDY, FUCK ME!"
"EAT ME, BABY!" Erica squealed. "EAT YOUR MOMMA'S HOT CUNT!"
Patty's cunt muscles sucked him tighter and tighter, until he could hardly breathe. Then his cock fired. The recoil went through his body, his breathing fast and furious now, as he reached around her hips in a bear-hug and began shooting his cum with a vengeance. The muscular tunnel milked and sucked him into a state of delirium.
Erica was just as delirious as she reached an orgasm on Patty's whipping, delving, sucking, licking tongue. Even after she collapsed with exhaustion, the tongue reamed out the last drops of dew from the walls of her squeezing cunt.
"Keep fucking me, Daddy!" Patty cried, as Erica lay beside them, her mouth dropping open in awe. "Let's show her how we fuck!"
Norman's cock was still hard. After watching two females go at each other, it would take ten comes to bring him down from his peak of lust.
"Ohhh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," Patty crooned.
She closed her eyes and placed her feet firmly on the mattress, then lunged her cunt up to his cock, burying it to the hilt.
"Oh, shit!" Erica screamed.
"More, Daddy!" Patty groaned.
"Oh, shit, baby," he cried, "I'm in you, I'm in you! I'm fucking your cunt, baby!"
"Pump it, Daddy!" she groaned. "Pump it! Shove it in!"
"Beautiful," Erica sighed beside them, and dropped her head to suck one of her daughter's beautiful tits.
"That's it, Momma! Suck me, suck me! Ohhhhhh!" Patty pulled Erica down closer, holding her cheek against hers, gasping into her ear. "Hard ... HARD! SUCK HARDER!"
Hunching his ass as fast as he could, Norman slammed his hard cock into his daughter's pussy. He could feel her flesh hitting against the tip as he pounded it home. The smell of her cunt wafted up to fill his nostrils and drove him on to fuck her harder.
Patty was in heaven with his eager prick searing her inner cunt walls. "Ohhh, yesss, yesss, fuck me good, Daddy!"
"Oh, baby, your pussy ... your pussy is fantastic!"
But it was only the beginning. And all three of them knew they would never want for love again.
