Heather held Keith's rigid cock and kissed him. "Touch my pussy," she whispered.
She opened her legs and his hand went between her shapely thighs. He caressed the lips of her wet snatch. He drove two fingers into her hole and thrust them in and with a hard twisting motion. She moaned with excitement and hunched as he plunged his fingers in and out of her seething depths.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm cumming!" she yelled.
Keith's cock lurched in her tight-clenching fist. He fucked her hand, but refrained from ejaculating.
"Cum, my pretty daughter. Cum on my fingers and then I'll fuck you," Keith whispered hoarsely.
CHAPTER ONE
Heather waited for Chuck to lock the front door and turn around.
"The last time we were together, you ate my pussy, fucked me and came in my mouth, but you didn't kiss me even once. Don't you think you should rectify that oversight?"
"You're kidding," he said. "I always kiss you."
"Maybe so, but you didn't the last time."
He took her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers. Her full, soft lips came alive under his. She explored the inside of his mouth with her tongue. She lured his tongue into her mouth and let it roam freely for a while. Then she sucked his tongue and rubbed his prick through his pants.
He cupped her foxy ass with both hands and caressed her shapely buttocks. She tugged his zipper down and put her hand inside his pants. Her passion flared as she hefted his cock and pulled it out. She felt his desire throb in her palm. He pawed at her dress, trying to get her out of it.
"Don't rip it, baby," she murmured. "Let me do it." She stepped back and reached behind her back for the zipper. She slipped into her provocative personality. She knew how to be a sexy siren, how to excite a man to the utmost and relished plying her amorous skills. "How many girls have you fucked in the past two days?"
"Heather! What the hell?"
"Hey, don't lose your cool, baby," she laughed. "We never promised to be monotonously monogamous. I just want to know how much of a load you've got in your balls. You know that I like lots of cum."
"No one," he muttered. "Not that I didn't have lots of offers. Girls in the office. Most of them are so young and scatterbrained."
She grinned. "Maybe you shouldn't say no too quickly. Young scatterbrained girls are usually pretty audacious and uninhibited. They know how to give a guy a wild ride. Like me, for instance."
"You aren't scatterbrained," he said.
"But I do give you a wild ride, don't I?" she said coyly. She stepped out of her dress and stood before him in lacy scanty panties, garter belt, hose and high heels. "Now you," she said softly. She backed up and sat down in an overstuffed chair to watch.
He dropped his clothes on the floor in an untidy pile. He didn't know how to undress provocatively, like a male stripper.
Even though she had seen him nude any number of times, she looked him over carefully. She liked his slim build, the long, strong muscles of an avid swimmer, the narrow hips and tight little ass. Thick, curly brown hair grew in wild profusion around the base of his superb cock.
"Well, you haven't worn your cock out. It's still as impressive as ever." She crooked her finger at him. "Come here."
He stood in front of her with his knees touching hers. She ran her palms lightly over his flat belly. Down the front of his thighs. Up the inside of his thighs and cupped his balls in both palms.
He watched her hands through slitted eyes. Her bag of tricks impressed him. She rarely made love the same way twice in a row. No one could ever criticize her for a lack of creativity.
She ran one hand along his semi-erect cock. She held it in both hands and stroked the shaft idly between her palms. She kissed the tip, then curled her tongue around the head. His cock rose and pulsed in full erection.
"You have a golden tongue," he muttered.
She licked the head of his cock. "You know that I'm a dynamite cocksucker. Of course, you probably think any girl who licks your dick is." She put her lush lips lightly around the knob and sucked gently.
"You said you would give me dessert when we got home," he said. "What do I get?"
She licked the head of his cock. "A generous portion of spicy fur pie." She put her lush lips lightly around the knob and sucked gently.
"Oh? How do you know it's spicy?" he teased.
She licked the head of his cock. "Some women simply know such things." He didn't know that she went both ways. She saw no reason to enlighten him. He was too backward to accept that facet of her personality. She put her lush lips lightly around the knob and sucked gently.
"Jesus, if you don't stop that, you're going to get a mouthful of cum," he groaned.
She licked the head of his cock. "Fine with me. I want dessert, too. But you'd better have enough left to give me a good fuck." She put her lush lips lightly around the knob and sucked gently.
He sank to his knees between her legs. He ogled her solid, bountiful tits with avid, adoring eyes. He licked and sucked one nipple, then the other. He licked the sweet skin between the large mounds. She pushed gently on the top of his head. He licked across her taut belly to the top of her panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down.
She lifted her ass and pushed her pussy under his nose. He pulled the flimsy panties down her legs and off her feet. She smiled provocatively as he put her legs over the arms of the chair. She spread herself open wantonly and gave him a clear view of the exquisite, hair-lined pink crevice between her gorgeous gams. She put her hand behind his head and pulled his mouth to her thick-lipped twat.
"You don't need a fork for that pie, baby. Just your fingers and tongue."
The exotic fragrance of her lower mouth intoxicated him. The plush lips opened slowly, making way for his tongue. He lapped at her flavorful honey hole, captivated by the taste.
"Get me off, baby," she whispered fervently. "I don't have to worry about my cock getting hard after I cum."
She tangled her fingers in his hair. She held his mouth tightly against her hairy snatch and humped her ass feverishly. She alternately arched and bowed her back and rocked her hips, forcing him to lick her from the top of her humid slit to her asshole.
He put a hand on each side of her snatch and tenderly flogged her joy button with his broad tongue. Her shrill scream announced the peaking of her passion. He jammed his forearms between her legs and licked her clit relentlessly.
She put her heels on his shoulders and shoved him onto his back. She landed on top of him and wiggled her hot, soft body all over him. She teased him, biting his lips, slithering her tongue into his ear, and rubbing her velvety tit mounds against his chest.
He ran his hands over her silky skin. His stiff prick stuck up between her smooth thighs. The head poked through the dense forest of coppery curls and probed her moist slit. He knew from experience not to rush her. She would make the wait worthwhile.
She stood and looked down at him. "I don't want to fuck in here. The carpet burns my knees."
He got to his feet and she led him the bedroom, using his stiff rod as a handy handle. He lay on the bed on his back, and she climbed on top of him. She showered kisses on his lips and face and chest. She squirmed her satiny body against his. She captured his prick between her thighs and rubbed her twat up and down on the solid shaft.
"You really want to get me worked up, don't you?" he whispered.
"Of course! You fuck better when you're excited."
"You know me too well."
She chuckled sexily. She sat astride his head and used both hands to spread the lips of her cunt. She stared at his face as she offered him the luscious morsel between her legs. "Suck me off again."
He was in no position to resist. Even if he wanted to. He started gobbling her savory slit. She shifted her ass back slightly, leaned over and got his tongue on her clit. Her sex gun fired immediately. She twisted her hips and humped her ass as his tongue swirled over her sensitive fun buzzer. She screamed and wailed, riding his face and cumming tumultuously. Her sweet elixir poured into his mouth and over his face.
Her orgasm ebbed slightly. She rolled onto her back, raised her knees and spread her legs wide. "Now, baby!" she whispered hotly. "Fuck me!"
He had spent many gratifying hours in her sexy saddle, and yet his heart pounded with excitement. He shuddered with tremors of passion as he mounted her.
She held his pulsing meat firmly in one hand and hissed with delight as she scrubbed the fleshy knob over her clit, priming her passions even more. She stuck the head in her hole and contracted her muscles sharply to give herself a quick stab of rapture. Intensely stimulated, she threw her ass up and took all of his cock up her cunt at once. She clamped her robust cunt muscles tightly around his rod.
"Don't move!" she whispered.
"Don't shoot!" he teased. "I surrender."
"Wise ass!" she giggled.
She reveled in the exhilaration of having her cunt stretched by hot cock meat. Nothing else even came close to the marvelous sensation. Her vibrators and dildos paled by comparison.
She drew her legs up higher and locked her ankles behind his neck. She moaned deeply, happily. She pulled his head down, kissed him feverishly and thrust her tongue down his throat.
He propped himself up on his left elbow and played with Heather's left tit. He cupped the large mound and ran his thumb idly back and forth over the distended nipple. Like her, he enjoyed letting his cock luxuriate in her lively sex channel.
"Now, baby," she said softly. "Fuck me with your lovely cock."
He fucked her with an easygoing cadence, his strokes long and smooth and languid. She gasped each time the head of his cock touched the mouth of her womb.
She fucked back at him, mirroring his movements. She humped and twisted and rotated her ass in wide circles. He felt his climax approaching and fucked her faster, slamming into her sex channel turbulently.
She clung to his shoulders and stared into his eyes. Her bountiful tits danced a jig all over her chest from the force of his lunges. She saw his eyes go blank and felt his cock swell.
"Wait, baby," she panted. "Don't cum yet. I'm almost there. Let's cum together." Her breathing became hasty, changed to acute, precipitous pants. A pink pre-orgasmic blush spread over her face and chest. "Any second, baby. Keep fucking me ... now, baby! Now, now, now!" She gasped. The gasp became a piercing shriek as her orgasm started. She shuddered and fucked and came ... whined and twisted and fucked faster and came more frantically.
His cock swelled to the bursting point and erupted violently. A dense stream of jism shot into the dark depths of her cunt. She thrashed and writhed disorderly. Her orgasm grew to an enormous intensity. She lost control when he bellowed and picked up the pace. She was like a whirling dervish under him, urging him to greater effort.
He felt like he was trying to ride a bucking bronco. Only her strong legs locked around him kept her from bucking him off. He put both hands flat on the bed and pounded her pussy with short, rapid strokes.
She slowed down only when his cock shriveled. She kept her legs locked around him, holding his groin close to hers even though his cock slipped out of her pussy. She held his cheeks in her palms and kissed him affectionately.
"Oh, baby, that was such a good fucking. I came so hard!" she breathed.
"Yeah, I could tell. You really get into it when you fuck."
She giggled. "I like to fuck, baby."
"You have more moves than a belly dancer. I've never fucked a woman like you."
She chuckled. "Thanks for the compliment. Maybe I'll take up belly dancing. I could probably make good money in a few of the clubs in town. Now, you better let me up. If I don't get rid of the load you pumped into me, I'll soak the bed."
She held her legs close together, walking primly as she hurried into the bathroom. She called him into the bathroom and washed his prick with scented soap. Then she led him back to the bedroom.
"Cuddle with me," she said.
They lay on their sides with their arms around each other, their bodies pressed together from chest to knees. She slid one hand down his back and pressed her fingers into the base of his spine.
She caressed him lovingly. She crooked her fingers and scratched her nails lightly up and down his spinal column. She went from the crack of his ass up to the base of his neck and back down again.
His hands wandered over her back. He fondled her ass, and she pressed her lips wetly against his and gave him her sweet tongue.
He caressed the shapely cheeks of her magnificent ass. She had excellent muscle tone, but she was voluptuous and soft and curvy, the way a woman ought to be.
He slid his finger into the deep groove between the cheeks of her lush ass. The tip passed over the little brown mouth of her rectum and into the bottom of her slit. The tendrils of hair tickled his palm. They were thick even that far down, and soft. He tried to get the tip of his finger into her hole, but couldn't quite reach it.
"Show me your pussy," he whispered.
"Of course, baby," she said gaily. "I can be as kinky as the next girl."
CHAPTER TWO
Heather rolled over and propped her back on the pillows against the headboard so she could watch him. She pulled her feet toward her ass and tilted her knees to the side, opening herself completely. She put both hands in her crotch and spread her pussy wide open.
He stared at the alluring gash of tender, pink flesh. He didn't know another woman who could so brazenly exhibit her secret charms and still retain her elegance.
She let him look a few moments, then whispered, "Put your tongue on my clit."
Her lengthy, fleshy boy-in-the-boat filled the upper half of her slit. He teased the impressive nodule with the tip of his tongue. "Magnificent," he said. "So grand and arrogant."
"And extremely sensitive. Look at how it stands up from just that little bit of licking. Do it some more."
"Do you want me to get you off this way?"
She sighed profoundly. "I want you to get me off every way you can think of."
He lapped her cunt enthusiastically. He licked other girls merely to get their pussies primed, as a prelude to fucking. He seldom got them off with his tongue. Quite often, one orgasm sated them and brought an end to their play. He licked Heather because he loved to have his tongue in her twat. And she could come countless times without tiring, and still fuck him to exhaustion.
She let him lick her lusty pussy for several minutes. When she felt the familiar ripples in her cunt and tingles in her clit, she pushed him onto his back.
She got on her hands and knees over him and dragged her tits over his face. She lowered her chest and enveloped his face with her twin towers of mammary flesh. She wiggled her shoulders, then raised up just enough to touch a nipple to his lips.
He sucked the long, pinkish brown tit tip into his mouth. He alternately nipped it tenderly and sucked it between tight lips. She gave him her other nipple, and soon they were both in an astonishing state of erectness, poking out like thick, wet stalks.
She moved over him, letting her nipples graze his skin. She stopped with her head over his groin. She spread her legs and drew her ass up, positioning her hairy snatch over his mouth. The narrow entrance of her sultry sex sheath gaped at him, guarded by two thick pleats of succulent flesh, inviting his tongue.
She held his prick upright with one hand around the base and lowered her head and pussy. Simultaneously, she closed her lush lips over the head of his love wand and swamped his mouth with her furry crack.
Her soggy, savory center of enchantment had its own unique flavor, more gratifying than any pussy he had ever tasted. Her sex sauce coated his tongue as he lapped enthusiastically at her long, sensual slit.
She sealed her lips around his robust root, licking and sucking methodically. One hand gripped his prick, the other cupped the delicate orbs hanging between his thighs. She slowly devoured more and more of his cock, until the meaty knob pressed against the back of her throat.
Her blood ran hot. Flames of lust suffused her brain. She tightened her thighs against his head and squashed her lascivious crevice on his mouth. She jerked her ass back and forth. The gooey flesh virtually smothered him in a voluptuous warmth. His broad, energetic tongue delicately lapped her quivering clit.
Her body trembled from the storm brewing in her cunt. She bucked and writhed. She swallowed the entire length of his lusty ramrod. Her titillated cleft virtually exploded. Her love juice poured into his mouth. Her twisting and bucking became frenzied. She couldn't scream with her mouth full of cock. She snuffled and snorted and gurgled.
In a flurry of sudden motion, she turned around and straddled his thighs. She grabbed his cock in one hand, jacked it rapidly, almost frantically. She moved up and stuck the knob in her crack. She rubbed it between the lips of her cunt, then lodged it just inside the opening of her sheath. She sank down slowly. A pensive, visceral gurgle of glee burbled from her mouth as her gluttonous cunt devoured his prong. She sat fully erect, her back straight, her tits pushed way out.
He put his hands between her thighs and caressed the silky flesh. He toyed with the thick, slick lips stretched tightly around his cock. He petted her meaty, moss-covered mound. He reached up to her pliable, heavy tits. He flexed his fingers around the glorious globes. He tweaked her nipples and pulled the mounds every which way.
She rode his tool aggressively. She twisted her ass in tight circles as she rose and slapped her shapely buns against his thighs when she sank down. "How long can you hold off?" she panted, her voice loaded with fiery lust.
"Longer than you can," he chuckled. He squeezed her tits for emphasis.
She clamped her hands over his and rode him harder. Her tempo increased until she was almost hopping up and down on his cock. She stared at him with feverish eyes. Her mouth hung open. Her tongue circled her lips lasciviously, leaving a shiny coat of saliva.
Heavy-duty contractions of a forthcoming climax began in the depths of her cunt. They spread out and up, through her belly and into her tits. Her asshole puckered. She snatched his hands from her tits and pushed them to the bed, his arms fully extended over his head. Her dangling tits danced over his mouth as her ass lunged up and down.
She fucked faster. The cheeks of her ass clenched and loosened as she humped rapidly up and down. The feel of his lusty lance stabbing the bottom of her cunt, knocking at the entrance of her womb on each down stroke kicked her passions into high gear.
She suddenly filled the air with a piercing screech of fulfillment. Her ass flashed up and down with greater gusto for a few seconds. Then stopped dead still with his prick buried to the hilt in her frantically clenching cunt.
He grabbed both cheeks of her ass. He kept his cock fully buried in her belly and bucked his hips up and down. She ground her clit against his pubic bone and came so hard she nearly lost her breath.
Her body went slack. He toppled her over and rolled her onto her stomach. He knelt behind her and grabbed her haunches and tugged. She rose to her hands and knees.
"Oh, yes, baby!" she whimpered. "Fuck me some more! Oh, fuck, yes, give me more cock!"
He felt like a knight in shining armor, riding to the rescue of the fair maiden. He was ten feet tall with a cock two feet long! Fuck her, he would!
He stuck the head of his prick in her wide-open hole and slammed into her belly. She rocked forward with a quick cry of pleasure. She ended up with her head on the bed and her ass sticking up in the air. She bent her back to tilt her cunt up and spread her legs for stability. He clung tenaciously to her hips and bored into her, reaming her constricted cuntal channel unmercifully with his stalwart charger.
He fucked her with short, rigorous, rapid strokes. She answered with sharp backward thrusts of her ass, meeting and matching the pounding plunges of his cock. Her well-oiled sheath accommodated him easily. She was tighter than any woman he knew.
She moaned continuously as he drove in and out of her, using the full length of his prick. He had to fight against her grasping sheath on both the in and the out stroke. She reached back between her legs, grabbed his balls and yanked on them to make him fuck her harder.
Her ass twisted disorderly. She moaned louder. Deep, gut-wrenching spasms tore at her. He fucked her faster and faster. She cried out raucously in a strangled voice. Her body convulsed-then became a spastic mass of uncontrolled rubbery flesh.
His cock erupted turbulently. He came in deep, surging spurts. His hot cream filled her cunt to overflowing. The sticky fluid seeped out around his shaft and ran down the crack of her hairy twat.
She fell forward slowly, oozing down to lie on her stomach. He fell over onto his side, totally spent.
She sighed heavily and took a deep breath. "Now that was a fantastic fuck. Absolutely, positively outstanding."
"I've never met a woman who can fuck the way you do."
"We're few and far between, baby," she teased.
"Why don't you move in with me?" he asked hopefully.
"I'm not ready for that kind of relationship, honey," she said softly. "Things would probably be fine for a week or two, then you would start hating me."
"I doubt it," he replied. "Will you at least stay all night?"
"No. You know I never stay overnight. It would compromise my independence."
"I'll fix you a nice breakfast."
"What, cornflakes, burned toast and bad coffee? You told me you can't boil water without burning it."
"How about Eggs Benedict and good coffee? I learned to fix it just for you."
"I appreciate the effort, honey, but some other time maybe. I didn't tell my father that I would be out all night."
"For God's sake, Heather, you're twenty-three! You don't have to tell him anything."
"He doesn't think of me as twenty-three, Chuck. You know how fathers are."
"What about your precious independence?" he said angrily. "You let him run your life."
"He doesn't run my life, Chuck. I'm just considerate of him and his feelings. He's the only parent I've had most of my life. What do you expect me to do, tell him to get lost?"
"Why aren't you as considerate of me and my feelings? He's an old man, Heather. All he can offer you is the past. I can offer you the future."
Her anger flashed. "He isn't an old man! Forty-three isn't old. He's in the prime of his life."
"What the hell is this?" he growled. "A kiss-off? Who have you got lined up to replace me?"
Heather rolled over and stared at him, her eyes flashing with scorching anger. "You ingrate!" She crawled off the bed and stood with her legs spread, her fists on her hips. "If I wanted to kiss you off, asshole, I certainly wouldn't have taken the trouble to give you the best fuck you've ever had."
He totally misunderstood the situation. "You're sexy when you're angry," he said. "Look, I'm sorry. I spoke out of turn."
"Apology not accepted, you son of a bitch! How dare you accuse me of playing games and then lying about it! And, just for the record, who I fuck is my business. You have no right to chastise me. You don't own me any more than I own you."
"Hey, look, Heather, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said about your old man. I said I spoke out of turn."
"You bet your stupid ass you did. You also bet my ass, and now you don't get any more of it."
She turned on her heel and marched into the living room. He followed her with a sigh of resignation. She wiggled into her dress without looking at him. She snatched up her handbag and headed for the door.
"I'll call you tomorrow," he said.
"Don't bother," she snapped. "If you don't respect my father, you don't respect me. If you don't respect me, we don't belong together. You're history."
"Heather, for God's sake, come on, I said I'm sorry," he whined. "We've got a terrific thing going. Why ruin it just because I made a simple mistake?"
"It wasn't a simple mistake. You blew it big time! Stop sniveling and face it the way a real man, like my father, would."
He gave her a sheepish look and muttered, "You'll call me when you calm down."
"Don't count on it! You've had your last taste of Heather."
She slammed the door hard enough to rattle the windows.
CHAPTER THREE
After work, Keith went to the company gym for a short workout. He took a quick shower, then went to the diner next door and ate a light meal. Heather was on a date, and he hated to cook for one. Or cook at all, for that matter. His daughter had spoiled him. She was an innovative and imaginative cook. He worried that he might develop the dreaded middle-age spare tire around his waist from eating her delicious food.
After eating, he stopped in his favorite pub for a drink. He wasn't in the mood to troll the rapids tonight. With his luck, his worm would just get another lesson in frustration. If Dame Fortune smiled in his direction at all, he might hook an undersized bone fish-all sinew and long muscle, no hips, not much ass, and hard little tits. Once in a while, the nipples were big enough to make up for the lack of meat behind them. He didn't like bone fish. Delectable, large-mouth bass, were more to his liking.
He stood at one end of the bar, ordered a Black Jack on the rocks, and looked around. His gaze passed over a young brunette sitting at the other end of the bar. She looked to be about Heather's age.
She was a tad plump, but it didn't take away from her overall attractiveness. She was wearing a low-cut, shape-hugging dress divided vertically down the middle into two colors, black on one side and white on the other side. The atypical color scheme somehow added to her appeal. The upper half of her areolae showed. She certainly had plenty of meat behind the hard nipples trying to poke holes in her dress.
She ran the tip of her tongue around her exceptionally full, brilliant red lips, and he let his gaze linger. He liked thick, bright lipstick on a woman's lips. Few women wore any lipstick at all these days. The tip of her tongue slowly skimming around her heavily painted lips held his attention like a magnet.
He took a sip of his drink and looked at Lips over the rim of his glass. She smiled and repeated the come-hither, lip-licking action.
Suddenly, he felt very horny. A fellow could do worse. She certainly wasn't a bone fish. He motioned the bartender over and ordered her a drink. He followed the drink along the bar and stood next to those opulent, bright red lips, fantasizing about them clamped around his cock.
"Hello," he said. "My name is Keith."
"Hi," Lips said demurely. "I know who you are. We work for the same company."
Her voice was tinkling, girlish. Now that he was past the exalted age of forty, he believed that a man his age shouldn't enjoy fucking a woman so young. Although, she was obvious well beyond the age of consent. Strange how lust can warp principles.
"I'm sorry. I don't recognize you."
"No reason you should. I'm a peon, and you're a big wheel. I'm Gina."
"Hello, Gina. I couldn't help noticing you. You're quite attractive, you know."
"Your honesty is refreshing." She looked him in the eye and licked her lips. "I like a man who simply introduces himself and tells me that I'm pretty. Why do some men start handing out all the bullshit about a sign, or carrying on about how important they are."
"I don't know," Keith said. "I'm not an expert on single men."
She smiled. "Even though you're single? A man could even say that he wants to get to know me better. A woman wants a man to notice her, not launch into a long-winded spiel about how great he is. The good ones show you how good they are. Hell, I'd be flattered if a man just walked up and told me that he wanted to go to bed with me." She paused and took a sip of her drink. "I'm sorry. I just had to get it off my chest. Thanks for the drink."
He didn't take her little tirade as a personal rebuke. If anything, the speech encouraged him, let him know she wanted him to approach her. He felt he had won half of the battle.
"You still have a lot left on your chest," he said boldly. "And it looks mighty good to me. I noticed you the moment I came in. Your mouth fascinates me."
She smiled coyly. The tip of her tongue made the long, slow trek around her sensuous lips again. Shivers crawled up and down his spine.
"Do you like to dance?"
His brain struggled to cope with the unexpected question. After what felt like minutes-but was actually only a couple heartbeats-he got it in gear. "Sure, as long as you don't want me to stand across the room, grin at you and flap my arms."
"There's a jukebox in the back room. Would you like to take me back there and dance with me?"
He shook off the tendency to focus on the words "take me" and nodded. "Okay," he said.
She smiled and slid off the stool. Her skirt slid up, showing her shapely thighs. They looked strong enough to break a couple of ribs. If she had as much passion as her manner implied. She grinned, smoothed her skirt and took his hand. She plugged in several quarters and made her selections. She pressed her body to him and put her arms around his neck. She rode his leg, ground her mound against his crotch, and tried to bore holes in his chest with her fat, very hard nipples. By the time the song ended, he was about ready to explode.
As they waited for the next song to start, she ran her fingers through his hair and looked into his eyes. "I'm married," she said softly. The music started. She rode his leg again as they danced.
"That's your business."
"I just wanted you to know. In case it makes any difference to you."
"It doesn't. I already knew anyway. You didn't take off your rings."
"They help keep away the men I don't want to approach me. If I'm interested, I can let a man know."
"You certainly let me know."
"Does my mouth really fascinate you?"
He had to shift mental gears to keep up with her change of direction. "Yes."
"Egyptian women painted their pussy lips red to attract men. Then they started painting their mouths red to remind men of a pussy. My lipstick melts when I get hot and leaves bright red smears all over everything I kiss."
"You don't say," he stammered.
"Have you ever been married, Keith?"
"Yes. She died several years ago.
"Did you have a good marriage?"
"I was happy, and I'm pretty sure she was. She wasn't the kind to suffer in silent desperation. If she didn't like something, she let you know in no uncertain terms."
"Good for her. Did you have any children?"
"One. A girl. She's about your age."
"Did you raise her by yourself?"
"Yes. Raising a girl was a struggle at times, but I think I did a good job. She thinks so, too. We have a good relationship."
"That's what counts," Gina said. "Where is she now?"
"She lives with me. Came back home after she finished college. She and a girlfriend own a dress shop." He felt like he was talking about himself too much. "I'm talking about myself, and you said you don't like that."
"You're only answering my questions. There's a big difference." She leaned back and grinned impishly. "Stick out your tongue."
"Pardon me?"
"Show me your tongue."
He cocked his head to one side and appraised her. The faint smile playing around the corners of her mouth didn't contradict her serious expression. He shrugged and stuck out his tongue. He felt foolish. To minimize his goofy feeling, he waggled his tongue at her.
"Very good."
"What was that all about?"
"I don't want to dance anymore," she said. "Take me home."
He thought he had struck out. She wouldn't take him home where her husband might catch them. Unless she liked to live dangerously. He didn't mind taking a reasonable risk for a good piece of ass. But running the risk of having to deal with an angry husband was beyond his limits. Well, the night was young. He could take Lips home, come back and try again.
"Okay."
"Not my home," she said quickly. "Can we go to your place?"
He breathed an inward sigh of relief. "Sure. Heather is out on a date. I don't expect her home until the wee hours."
"I have to be home long before then."
In the car, Lips sat close to him. She rubbed her dainty hand on the inside of his thigh, stopping just short of the critical spot time after time, driving him wild.
He pulled into his driveway and kissed her hard enough to rub all the lipstick off those sensuous lips. She returned the kiss with equal passion and lots of tongue as she squeezed his thigh.
She broke the kiss and leaned her head back. "I really can't stay long," she whispered. "My husband will get suspicious."
The thought of going back to the pub in such an agitated state and trying again nauseated him. This woman qualified as a first-class tease. His heart sank and his eyes lost their spirit.
"Oh, I didn't mean it that way!" she tittered.
He let his breath out with a soft whoosh. She kissed him and clung to his mouth like a leech for what seemed like five minutes. She untangled herself, grabbed his hand in a near death grip, and literally dragged him in the house.
She tossed her handbag in a chair and slithered into his arms. His desires matched hers. He slid his hands under her jaunty ass and pulled her close. He arched one eyebrow sharply.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked.
"No," she replied quickly. "I want you."
She kissed his lips quickly and stepped back. She gazed into his eyes as she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She held the top against her chest with one hand.
This was too easy, too smooth. He thought he should have to make more of an effort to get into her panties. His treasured possession strained to escape the confines of his pants. He knew some women who would sneer at calling that anything of value.
"My husband fucks other women, Keith. Did you do that to your wife?"
He shook his head. "We swapped several times the last year before she died. She even tried it with another woman a few times."
She pulled her arms out of her dress and stepped out of it. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties. Her tits were larger than the cleavage in her dress had suggested. Her womanly hips looked solid. Tendrils of hair between her shapely thighs drew attention to her pussy. He stopped thinking about anything but the loveliness of the naked female body. His prized possession felt the same way.
"I don't think I could ever do that. Whose idea was it to swap?"
"Hers. She liked variety."
"So do I. I asked my husband if we could swap. He said he couldn't stand the idea of another man fucking me. But he still fucks other women." She saw him looking at her pussy and smiled faintly. "I wear a thong bikini when I swim at the club. My husband doesn't want me to wear something that leaves my ass bare. He thinks I have a nice ass and doesn't want other men to ogle me. Typical man, huh?"
He noticed that she didn't refer to her husband by name. "I wouldn't know," he said. His eyes wandered slowly up and down her body. "I don't see anything wrong with a woman wearing a thong bikini if she has a nice ass, like yours."
She smiled sweetly. "My husband thinks I only work out at the club. I do, but not always the way he thinks. Two can play his little game." She walked to him quickly, unzipped his pants and fished his cock out. "Oh, my, I got real lucky this time," she said softly as she yanked his dick roughly.
"Don't pull the damned thing off," he muttered as he shucked his coat and loosened his tie. "Will you do me a favor?"
"Sure, if I can."
"Fuck me first, before we do anything else. You can cum or not, whatever you want. After I cum, we can relax and enjoy ourselves."
"I might disappoint you. I'm no longer a young stud who can go all night."
"I have every faith in you," she replied.
She had his cock fully erect by the time he was naked. He went to the couch and sat down. He didn't want to wait long enough to get to the bedroom. Besides, the couch was big enough for both of them.
She picked up her handbag as she passed the chair, gliding along with a seductive, fluid grace. She set her bag on the floor, pushed him onto his back and slithered on top of him. Her satiny skin whispered faintly against his as she stretched out full length. Her firm, stiff-nippled mounds dug into his chest and her toes did a little dance along his shins. The combination made his prick throb and punch her flat belly.
She giggled softly and writhed. "I'm so glad you brought me home with you," she whispered. Her voice no longer had that girlish quality. It was husky and deep, filled with eroticism and intimacy.
"If you keep wiggling that way, you're going to make me cum. Your body feels great."
"So does yours," she giggled. "I love the feel of your cock between my thighs. I like the feel of a man's body. You could have your pick of hot young women. Why did you choose a woman who needs to lose a few pounds to look her best? Did you think I would be easier to fuck?"
"I'm not sure I made the choice," he laughed. "If I did, it was because you're a vibrant woman, and very sexy."
"I know you're lying, but I like it anyway."
She kissed him, plunged her tongue into his mouth and let it roam freely. She reached between her legs, squeezed his cock, and moaned with exhilaration. As their tongues dueled, he caressed her bare ass with one hand and fondled one of her plump tit mounds with his other hand.
She moaned lustily into his mouth. Her body burned with excitement. She sat up and looked at her tits. "God, my nipples are so hard!" She leaned over and her large tits swung down. She buried his face between the hefty mounds and shook her chest. The luxurious mounds pummeled his cheeks gently.
She kissed him again and gave him her tongue. She reached between her thighs and skimmed her delicate fingertips up and down the length of his erect prick. She took her mouth off his and mashed one tit into his face.
He cuddled the resilient mound with both hands and opened his mouth wide. He squeezed her tit, took nipple, areola and as much of her tit as he could into his mouth. The tip of his tongue cavorted around the circumference of the nipple before he sucked on it.
She got on her knees over his face. Her pussy had leaked so much, she knew the lips were dripping. "Like the view?" she asked teasingly.
"Love it," he replied.
She shivered and goose bumps popped out all over her lush body. "Letting you look at my pussy like this makes me feel like a wanton slut."
"A beautiful witch, maybe. You mesmerize me. The lips of your pussy are so wet. Makes my mouth water."
Her fervor increased by leaps and bounds. "Hold that thought. I want to feel your cock in my mouth."
"Be careful," he warned. "Your mouth looks so inviting. Once you get my cock in there, I'm afraid I won't hold back."
"Oh, you can if you try hard," she said with a chuckle.
"Hard is right. The damn things feels like it's going to burst."
Most of her lipstick was on his lips. She ran the tip of one little finger over them. "Thick lipstick turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," he replied eagerly.
She leaned over, took a tube from her handbag. She repainted her mouth, doing the job perfectly without the aid of a mirror. She gave him a seductive smile and licked her lips.
Her tits swung forward and grazed over his body as she got on her hands and knees and moved down between his legs. Her tongue snaked out and the tip curled around the knob of his stiff cock, making it glisten and shine.
He sat up and watched her. She looked so arousing on her knees with her ass in the air and her tits jiggling. She licked his prick all over. Then she began to swallow his stiff rod. She lowered her head slowly, eagerly taking every hard inch he had to offer her. Her lips touched his groin.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Damn, lady, you swallowed the whole fucking thing!" Keith whispered, his voice laced with passion.
Gina gurgled with exhilaration. She bobbed her head up and down, twisted it all around and breathed hard as she got more and more turned on. She felt a gallon of juice flood her hole. She gobbled his cock with gusto. She scraped it with her teeth, teased his balls with delicate fingers, did everything she could think of to make her cocksucking as exciting as possible.
She lifted her head and smiled. "God, I love the way a cock feels in my mouth. Promise you'll give me a drink of your cum later."
"Whatever you want." Effortlessly, he lifted her and sat her on his chest with her furry cleft at his chin.
"You don't have to eat me first," she murmured.
"I want to taste you," he whispered, staring into the exquisite crevice barely visible through the thick brown curls. She exuded a beguiling fragrance. "I like the taste of honey."
"You're so gallant," Gina cooed.
She gave the word a Continental twist that he liked. He cupped her buttocks and pulled her closer. She leaned over and stuffed a fat pillow under his head.
He stuck out his tongue and pulled on her lush buns. The soft-crisp curls tickled the end of his tongue. He looked up, across her flat stomach, between her big tits, at her face as his tongue penetrated her. He withdrew his tongue and smacked his lips.
"Your hole is as sweet as I expected. At the pub, when you were trying to decide if you wanted to fuck me, why did you ask me to stick out my tongue?"
She chuckled sexily. "I wasn't trying to decide if I wanted fuck you, darling. I knew I did the moment I saw you. I asked you to stick out your tongue so I could see if you have any hang-ups about licking pussy. If a man won't stick out his tongue in public, he probably won't eat pussy. If he even tries, all I get is a quick lick and a short promise."
"I promise to give your pussy a good licking," he laughed. "Eating you is a pleasure I wouldn't miss for the world. Tell me if you want me to lick you a particular way." He grinned. "I don't usually get any complaints, but I don't object to guidance. If I don't get it right the first time, I'll keep trying until I do."
"I'm sure you know how to please a pussy." She spread her cunt lips with her fingers, revealing the luscious, pink interior. She let him look at the sumptuous feast for a moment, then whispered, "How does that look to you, darling?"
"Like a scrumptious feast," he replied.
"Then help yourself, darling," she panted as she sat on his face. "Eat it good and make me cum." She grabbed his hands and put them to her tits. "Play with my tits while you suck me off."
He kneaded her hefty tits as he mashed his lips into the gooey gash between her shapely thighs. He thrust his tongue into her dripping channel, filling her with carnal pleasure. The thrilling penetration made her suck in her breath sharply. She ground her twat on his face and leaned forward, pressing her fleshy tits against his strong hands.
He took his time, playing in her twat with his tongue, delving into her depths to taste her beguiling flavor. She responded with deep, satisfied sighs and quick twitches. She put her hands on the bed by his head and squirmed on his face. His fingers dug into her tits, flooding her with rapture.
"God, your tongue feels so good," she panted. She began to twitch and buck. "My clit, darling! Get my clit!" she moaned.
He released her tits and grabbed the cheeks of her plump, fidgeting ass with both hands. Her slick snatch filled his mouth as he tongued her clit with enthusiasm.
"Oh, God, darling, you're really getting me good!" she wailed. "Going to cum, darling! Going to fill your mouth with cum." She felt another gallon of hot juice gush down her spastic channel. "God, gonna drown you with cum, darling!"
She nearly fulfilled her promise to drown him. Her delectable cream filled his mouth and overflowed to coat the lower half of his face. He gulped and swallowed and licked and sucked for more.
White heat engulfed her bucking body. Her pussy spasmed again and again. In her frantic fury, she nearly smothered him with her hairy cunt.
He waited until her passion peaked and began to subside, then slid his hands up to her hips and urged her to back off. She leaned down and glued her lips to his. Her tongue plunged into his mouth and went halfway down his throat. She scooted backward and squatted over his loins, grabbed his prick and yanked it hard.
"Gorgeous cock," she panted as she ran the head up and down the length of her slit. "Just what I need."
"Damn, you're a hot witch, aren't you?"
"I told you I am, darling!" she giggled.
"Do you ride a cock as well you do a tongue?"
"Just watch me, darling!" She stuck the head of his cock in the mouth of her sopping cunt and slowly lowered her ass. She didn't stop until her hairy mound bumped into his groin. "Ohhhhhh, it feels so fucking gooooood!" she moaned. She began to bounce up and down on his rampant shaft. "Fuck with me, darling!" she urged.
He lunged up as hard as he could, spearing her with his long lance, knocking the breath out of her. The tightness of her dynamic sheath delighted him. Her channel felt like the inside of a bottle of oil, super slick and hot as fire.
"Ahhh, wonderful, darling, wonderful," she moaned. "Outstanding cock!"
"Fabulous cunt," he grunted in reply.
"Keep going, darling. Fuck me as hard as you can. I'm going to cum again, darling. Ooohhh, God, darling, your cock feels so fucking good."
She felt marvelous. She always did when she had a glorious, live cock plundering her cunt without mercy. She rode him hard, her eyes closed, her mouth agape. She grunted out loud every time his cockhead hit the bottom of her tight tunnel.
He bucked his hips off the couch, trying to keep up with her furious lunges. He gave up the effort to hold onto her ass. He grabbed her swinging tits and tweaked her fat, swollen nipples. She was more hot-blooded than he expected. He wondered if she was going to fuck him half to death before he satisfied her pent-up hunger.
Abruptly, her wails of fulfillment shattered the stillness of the room. She thrust her ass down as hard as she could, bouncing her ass off his groin as she soared breathlessly toward her climax.
"Harder, darling!" she yelled. "Fuck me harder!"
He gave her everything he had. His extra effort triggered her orgasm. Cream flooded her canal, oozed between her swollen pussy lips and trickled down his pulsating shaft.
He rolled her over and lay on his belly between her legs.
She tightened her cunt around his shaft. "You didn't cum, darling," she said.
"I thought I'd better save it," he chuckled. "You said you wanted a drink of cum."
She pushed herself up on her elbows and gave him a big smile. "Thank you for being so thoughtful, darling."
He looked at the junction of her shapely thighs, at the heavy covering of brown fur on her meaty mound. "I like your mound and all that beautiful brown hair."
"Surprised?"
"Pleased. I like plump mounds and thick bushes. There's just something about lots of pussy hair that tarns me on.
"My, you are simply full of fine words, aren't you? You probably tell women with bald pussies you like them best, but I like the compliment anyway."
"No," he replied quickly. "If I can't tell a woman the truth, I don't say anything. You are so beautiful, so seductive, so sexy. I like to look at you."
"Do you also like to fuck me?"
"That goes without saying," he replied.
"Then do it again.
He reached between her legs and stroked the tender pink lips of her pussy. She shivered and moaned when the tip of his finger brushed her clit.
She threw her legs wide apart and thrust her feet in the air. "Fuck me hard!" she hissed.
"My pleasure," he murmured.
* * *
Her father's car was in the driveway, but only the light in the living room was on when Heather came home. She didn't think anything about it. He was probably watching TV. Ever since she could remember, he generally turned off the lights when he left a room.
She thought something about it when she walked into the living room and saw a pair of feet sticking up from the couch. They looked like a woman's feet. She hoped they were a woman's feet!
She had to go through the living room to get to the hall that led to the bedrooms. She held her breath and tiptoed through quickly, hoping her father wouldn't see her. She didn't want to disturb him. Or his lady friend. She had experienced an interruption a couple of times and knew how frustrating it could be.
She stopped in the hall and looked back. She should have gone directly to her bedroom without passing go and collecting two hundred dollars. One look, and she couldn't leave. She stood back in the hall, in the shadows, so she could see without being seen.
Keith stared at Gina's hairy seam and the pinkish brown lips stretched around his dick. She bucked up, pushing her tight sheath onto his shaft. He grabbed her lush hips and snapped his hips forward. She moaned out loud. He thrust again and buried his cock completely, filling her to the brim.
"God, your cock is so fucking big!" she gasped. "I swear, it reaches all the way up to my belly button."
"You're a fine piece of ass," he panted "So tight! So hot and juicy. A real hot bitch!"
If her daddy's dick was so big, Heather wished she could see it. The outlandish thought shocked her. She had never had any sexual feelings for her father. At least she didn't think she had!
Keith pulled back slowly and watched Gina's pussy lips cling to his cock as it emerged from her hole. He held the knobby head of his dick just inside her sheath, savoring the feel of her pussy.
She wiggled her hips. "Come on, darling!" she whimpered. "Don't tease me. Fuck me!"
He shoved his long prong in hard, and her big tits jiggled.
"Yeah, that's the way," she murmured. "Fuck me hard! Really pound my cunt!"
He fondled her pliant tits and fucked her the way she wanted. His thrusts were deep and hard and often, rocking her under the fast pace of his hard-driving dick.
Her face glowed with pleasure. The head of his cock rubbing her G spot felt wonderful. Each time he thrust into her, she got hotter and wetter. His thick, rampaging prick filled her chock full. Juice oozed from her hot crack and dribbled over the cheeks of her ass.
He hammered her tight sheath with the diligence of a machine-a power-packed fucking machine. A deep flush covered his face. His chest heaved with exertion. A churning knot in his belly warned him that he was close to dumping his load into this stranger's lovely snatch. Releasing her tits, he slid his hands down to her crotch. He thrust two fingers between her cunt lips and agitated her love button.
"Dear God, that's wonderful!" she moaned. "You really know how to fuck!"
He thrust faster and massaged her erect clit with a furious motion. Her tits bobbed and swayed in time with his thrusts. She panted heavily. Her lovely face burned with ecstasy. She grunted from the force of his thrust and finished her own climb up the golden stairs. She bucked and screwed her hips around as she went over the top with a loud wail.
His balls swelled. His gut twisted in knots. With one last mighty heave, he slammed into her cunt as hard as he could go and held his groin tight against hers.
"Don't put your cum in my pussy," she yelped. "Put it in my mouth!"
He grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her head up as he pulled his cock out of her. She opened her mouth wide and covered his knob. His cock erupted, pouring hot fuck cream down her throat. She reached into her crotch and flogged her clit as he coated her mouth and gullet with his milky essence.
My God, that's awesome, Heather thought feverishly.
Gina and Keith quivered and jerked and writhed until he was drained and her orgasm subsided. She sighed deeply and lay back. His dick slid out of her mouth and hung limp and red and shiny with her saliva.
"What a fantastic fuck!" he croaked.
"I told you that I wanted a drink of your cum," she giggled. "Next time, maybe we can go to one of those tawdry little motels with a big water bed and mirrors all over the place. I like to watch myself when I fuck."
"You're something else," he said.
"On one condition. We've talked about husbands and daughters all we're going to. I don't want to hear about your job or what you did on your summer vacation. I won't be your confidant or mother confessor or paramour. I have no intention of getting personally involved with you."
"Isn't fucking kind of personal?"
"No. I'm a first-class piece of ass, and you're a big cock. If you can handle that, we'll fuck until we get tired of each other."
"I can handle that," he said.
CHAPTER FIVE
Heather beat a hasty retreat to her room. Watching her father fuck turned her on again. She knew she would have to get herself off before she could go to sleep.
She undressed quickly and put a CD in her portable player. She put the miniature earphones over her head and lay down. Soft, sensuous rock music flowed into her ears.
Her nipples popped up as she pinched the taut buds and gently kneaded her large mounds of tit flesh. One hand trailed down her body, caressing the smooth flesh of her belly. Her fingertips touched the softly curling strands of dark red pussy hair. Her chest began to rise and fall a little faster. Her breath began to come in hoarse gusts.
Her hand went lower. Her body stiffened at the first stunning contact of her middle finger on the hot, tingling bud of her clitoris. For a brief moment, she held her finger motionless on top of her love button. A deep tremor of longing coursed out from the rigid stud, saturating her flesh with carnal warmth.
She wiggled the tip of her finger. A startling vision of her father flooded her mind. She tried to concentrate, to banish the unbidden image. Without success. In her feverish mind, her finger became his finger diddling her clit. He was arousing her as a lover would, preparing her cunt for his cock!
Slowly, her finger moved, more or less involuntarily. Warning signs began to surge through her hot body. She knew that once she got started, she would be unable to stop before she got herself off. She had no intention of stopping.
Her teasing finger flicked faster over her quivering clit bud. Shock waves of carnal pleasure coursed all the way up to her swollen tit mounds. She moaned softly as titillating tingles of delight radiated out from her loins. The touch of her own hands held a special fascination for her. She hadn't done herself in quite a while. Lately, any time she wanted to cum, Connie was only too happy to lend a helping hand. Along with her tongue and a fine assortment of marvelous toys.
Inexplicably, her thoughts continued to dwell upon her father. She had never before fantasized about him when she jacked off. She remembered that she hadn't closed her door. Her father might pass by on the way to his room and see her. That didn't stop her. His lady friend would probably keep him busy for quite a while. Besides, if she pretended she was priming her pussy for her daddy's dick, she would probably cum harder.
She spread her knees wider, planted her feet firmly on the bed and lifted her hips. The erotic beat of the music pounded into her brain, adding its seductive tempo to the soft, sensualistic sensations emanating from her snatch in subtle ripples.
Tenderly parting the hair-fringed lips of her cunt, she coated her lust-tortured slit with a thick layer of love oil. Her ass undulated sinuously. Growing desire fluttered in her groin from the flagrant self-caress. She stroked her pulsating clit eagerly.
She hoped her father would catch her in the lewd act. She liked to jack off in front of Connie. She and Connie and some of their girlfriends occasionally sat in a circle and got themselves off.
She stilled her hand and let her ass fall back to the bed. She liked to tease herself, draw out the act until emotion forced her to whip her clit faster and finish the job. She couldn't wait very long.
With a soft whimper, she lifted her legs in the air, rolling her smoothly rounded ass cheeks off the bed. A shiver raced through her as her finger lewdly rubbed her burning, pulsating clit. Two fingers of her other hand moved up and down her gaping gash. She probed her gently clasping hole teasingly. Fresh, stronger shock waves of obscene pleasure darted over her fervent, quivering body.
Compelling lust invaded her mind, blotting out all conscious thought. She wormed two fingers into her tight, desire-heated twat. Moaning deeply, she burrowed the digits into her sheath. The finger on her clit began to flog the hot bud of sensitive flesh swiftly. Her hips lifted again and began to swing and sway. Her belly quivered. Prurient yearning engulfed her. She writhed wantonly, undulating her body, fucking her fingers in and out of her tightly grasping hole of pleasure with smooth strokes.
Moaning louder with seething desire, she finger-fucked herself in earnest. Her wide eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling. Her mouth hung open. She thrashed all over the bed. Licentious desire engulfed her. Grunts of impassioned bliss burst from her mouth as she fucked her fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt and vigorously whipped her agitated joy buzzer. The effect was maddening. The deeply erotic beat of the music added to the effect.
A deep flush permeated her voluptuous body. For some inexplicable reason, pleasuring herself had never felt so good. She waited impatiently for her cum, groaning lustily and plunging her fingers more rapidly up her vibrating cunt. She probed fiercely at the inner walls, bringing forth a greater flow of slick pussy oil. Her head rolled quickly from side to side, whipping her long red hair back and forth across her face. She intensified the rhythm of her fingers fucking in and out of her hole. Her large tits jitterbugged all over her chest as her body heaved and jerked.
Obscene passion permeated every fiber of her being. Her mind called up a vision of Connie lying on the bed naked. Her hands were avidly doing to Connie what they were doing to her own pussy. The scene shifted and Connie was licking her cunt, lifting her to the land of enchantment. Her body thrashed savagely. Her loins jerked wildly. She stabbed her fingers deeper and deeper into the quivering flesh of her snatch. Her narrow channel effortlessly accepted the two fingers probing her hungry depths. The frenzied fingers of her other hand stroking her throbbing love spike helped drive her nearly out of her mind.
Her entire body shuddered from head to toe. A long series of grunts and groans and whimpers bubbled from her mouth. Her fingers plunged in and out of her burning twat and danced over her clit in a staccato rhythm. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out loud and announcing the arrival of her orgasm to her father and his lady friend.
An image of her father flashed into her mind again. He was climbing between her thrashing legs and mounting her. She held the lips of her cunt open as he guided his the big head of his hard cock to her soppy cunt hole. She gave him a bright smile and begged him to give her a terrific fucking. She couldn't believe she was capable of such kinky thoughts.
Her snatch sucked lewdly on her fingers, the fingers she imagined were her daddy's dick. The rising tide of an orgasm began deep in her heaving belly. Spontaneous contractions wracked her naked body as she reached hungrily for her release. Spasms of delirious delight replaced her longing for a real cock with the salacious promise building in her pussy.
The delirium of self-inflicted passion immersed her totally. She drew her fingers almost completely out of her trembling twat, then jammed them back in as she stroked her lust-laden clit furiously. New, more wanton thrills shot from her trembling loins and swept through every cell in her gyrating body. She sobbed and moaned in urgent pleading as the release she needed so desperately continued to hover just out of her reach.
Moaning even louder, she jammed her fingers savagely in and out of her tremulous little hole. Her big tits vibrated from the insane tossing of her lust-wracked torso. She finger-fucked herself harder, jerking with wild spasms of sexual delight flowing from her loins.
At long last, her orgasm started-a distant rumbling deep inside her cunt that swiftly made its way to the surface and burst forth in a breathtaking wave of emotion. The sensation roared through every inch of her thrashing, naked body. The lips of her cunt clutched and sucked at her lewdly fucking fingers.
Her breath rasped from her throat in short gasps. She cried out in delirium. She wallowed in her obscene bliss as the lightning bolts of her climax jolted relentlessly through her. Her mind whirled into the vortex of passion as she surrendered completely to her orgasm.
She fell back on the bed, her body limp and spent. Less violent spasms continued to course through her loins for several moments. She panted and heaved and finally caught her breath. She lay very still, listening to the music and the notes of triumph permeating her brain.
CHAPTER SIX
Heather wore a thin robe with nothing under it to breakfast the next morning. She left it open so the front of her body would show.
Keith stared openly at his daughter's stunning tits. He didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. She had never before displayed herself so openly, so flagrantly.
She saw him looking and grinned mischievously. What would he say if he knew she was deliberately giving him a look at her naked charms? She had no idea. Neither did she have any clear idea why she was behaving so brassy.
"I don't have to worry about a door hitting me in the face, do I?" she laughed.
He shook his head, still without speaking.
She sat down across from him. "Daddy, when a man tells a woman that she's a fine piece of ass, what exactly does he mean?"
He tried to act shocked, without success. Looking at her naked body distorted his perspective. He avoided looking at her and carefully put honey on his toast. "I beg your pardon! That isn't a fit subject for father and daughter to discuss."
"Oh, come off it, Daddy. You've never told me that I couldn't discuss something with you. I don't have a mother to ask, and I don't want to ask the next man I go to bed with. Besides, I heard you tell your lady friend that last night. What did you mean?"
"You ought not spy on your father."
Heather picked up the bottle of honey and pretended to study it. "I'd better put this on the shopping list. You eat a lot of it. I didn't spy, Daddy. Not deliberately anyway. I had to go through the living room to get to my room."
Keith took a bite of toast and a sip of coffee to stall for time. "I thought you would stay out late."
"Chuck and I had a falling out, and I left early. I'm glad you like sex. And that you like it with women my age. What's her name?"
"Gina. She works for the same company I do." He didn't want to tell his daughter that he picked up a woman in a bar. It might lower her stature in her eyes.
"When you told her that she's a fine piece of ass, what did you mean?"
He grinned sheepishly. "I'm not sure I know. Maybe it's just something a man says to a woman. To make her feel good. Whatever."
"Have you ever had a bad piece of ass?"
"You aren't going to let go of it, are you?"
"No. You know how hard headed I am. It's something I want to talk about. I think it makes more sense to say a piece of pussy. Unless you specifically get a girl's ass."
"You're naughty," he said, chuckling in spite of himself.
"I'm your daughter, so what can I say? Let's get back to the subject. What would you consider a bad pussy?"
"One that's so loose you can't feel it. Even if it's tight, a woman who doesn't get into it isn't fun. Making it with a woman who just lies there and let's you do everything isn't much better than masturbation."
"So, Gina must have a tight pussy. From what I saw, she didn't just lie there and let you do all the work. How many times did you have her?"
"I can't believe I'm having this conversation with my daughter," he said.
"Every girl is somebody's daughter," Heather laughed.
"True, but not mine. We did it a couple of times."
"Have you had her before?"
"No."
"How many times did she cum?"
"I didn't count. All she wanted, I suppose. At least, she seemed satisfied when she went home."
"Didn't you take her home? I didn't see her car in the driveway."
"She didn't want me to. She took a taxi back to where she parked her car. She's married."
"So she has to be careful. Did you eat her?"
"Well, at least you didn't see everything. Yes, I ate her."
"Did she get off when you ate her?"
He ate the last of his toast and drank his coffee. "I think we've talked about this enough. You're prying now." He made no effort to get up and leave.
"Did she say anything that told you if she goes both ways?"
"What do you know about that?"
"Did she?"
"She said she could never do that with a woman."
"Nonsense. Every woman can, or can learn. She just has to learn to let go and do what comes naturally. Are you going to fuck her again?"
"Heather!"
"Daddy, sometimes four-letter words are the easiest way to express yourself. We're both adults. Why do we have to beat around the bush?" She looked at her watch. "I've got to run or I'll be late. I've got to open the shop this morning. See you tonight." She gave him a kiss full on the mouth. "I'll be home early enough to cook dinner."
"Don't bother, honey. I have to work late. I'll grab a bite to eat downtown."
"Okay, then I'll see you when I see you."
He stared at her foxy ass as she walked out of the room. He couldn't help looking at the blatant display of female pulchritude, even if she was his daughter. If she wasn't his daughter ... no, he didn't dare even think such preposterous thoughts. Not only would society condemn him, his daughter would brand him a dirty old man and move out. She was too dear to him. He simply couldn't do anything to destroy their relationship.
The lascivious conversation with her father stirred her in the depths of her soul. If he wasn't her father, she would nail him in an instant. But she knew he would totally freak out if he even thought she felt that way.
Still, she couldn't get the image of him fucking Gina out of her mind all day. Her pussy stayed wet and her clit tingled continually.
"What's with you today, girl?" Connie asked. "You gave Mrs. Jenkins a size six dress to try on. You know she takes a ten."
Heather looked flabbergasted. "Did I?" She didn't even remember Mrs. Jenkins being in the shop.
"You sure did. You also put the 40D bras in with the 32As when you restocked the rack. Want to talk about whatever is bothering you?"
"I guess I need a rousing romp in the sack."
"So? Call Chuck. He's always ready, willing and able. Well, he's ready and willing where you're concerned. I don't know how able he is. I've never had him."
"I burned my bridges with him. We got into it last night because he missed Daddy. If I want a man, I'll have to find another one. I'm not up to the hassle right now."
"Well, you'll figure out something," Connie said.
Heather got her act together and did better the rest of the day.
"Connie, would you like to take in a movie tonight?" she asked as they were bagging the bank deposit. "If you don't have a date."
"Honey, I haven't had a date in over a week," Connie replied. "In case you haven't noticed, the pickings are pretty slim. Seems like half of the men are taken. The good ones, anyway. The rest of them go the other way these days. I don't know what the world is coming to."
"I'll take that as a yes," Heather laughed. "We'll have dinner, then catch the nine o'clock show."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Heather took Connie home with her after the movie. She deliberately left the door to her bedroom wide open. She hoped her daddy just might happen to pass by.
Connie licked Heather's lips, then kissed her tenderly. "I'm so glad you brought me home with you. I could use some of your nooky right now. Fucking you gives me such a rush!"
"Well, let's take a shower and see what we can do about that," Heather said softly.
They undressed without ceremony. As usual, Connie instinctively posed for Heather. She stood with her feet slightly apart, hip shot, her head tilted, giving her the appearance of a coquette. She grinned and fluffed up the forest of brown hair between her thighs.
Heather's eyes ran up and down the brunette's body, drinking in the sight of her medium-sized, hard-nippled tits, the womanly swell of her hips, and her magnificent thighs.
"You have a dancer's legs," Heather said softly.
"I get all mushy inside and my pussy flows like a river when you look at me that way."
Heather chuckled deep in her throat, a sexy sound that sent shivers of excitement up and down Connie's spine.
"Darling, your pussy flows like a river with the slightest provocation."
"Uh huh, but it flows heavier when you drink me with your eyes."
"I'll drink you with my mouth later."
They came together under the warm water and hugged passionately. Heather smiled dreamily as she kissed Connie's lips, neck, and thick nipples. Connie lifted her tits and held them as Heather rubbed their nipples together.
"You're so beautiful, and so sexy," Connie said.
"Thank you, darling," Heather whispered. "Did you know that I fell in love with you the moment we met?"
"The feeling was mutual," Connie said.
Connie pushed Heather back and her liquid brown eyes drifted slowly up and down the redhead's voluptuous body. Her beautiful tits looked like a ripe watermelon had been peeled, cut in half and stuck on her chest. The opulent patch of red hair in her crotch spread over her lower belly and rambled down the inside of her shapely thighs.
Heather cupped and caressed her tits as she posed proudly. "You make me so hot just by looking at me, darling," she breathed. "You like to look at my body, don't you?"
"You know I do," Connie whispered, her mouth dry, her throat constricted. "Until I met you, I had no idea that I liked girls. I was strictly a cock and balls woman. I love to fondle your tits and suck your nipples."
"Not to mention my pussy," Heather chuckled.
Heather pulled Connie to her and put her arms around the brunette. The feel of their tits and bellies rubbing together made their blood race faster and hotter. Heather put her hands under Connie's shapely ass cheeks and pulled her groin forward. She wriggled her ass, pressed their mounds together, and ground gently. Connie put her arms around Heather's neck and held on tightly. They rubbed mounds languidly, their passions building, their pussies getting wetter by the second.
"I can feel your clit rubbing against mine," Heather whispered. "Does it excite you as much it does me?"
The more Heather rubbed, the shallower and faster Connie's breathing became. She was experiencing delicious feelings and sensations. "Oh, God, yes!" she said in a hoarse whisper. "It excites the hell out of me! I'm going to cum!"
"Super, baby!" Heather exclaimed excitedly. "Get it! Let it happen! I love to make you cum."
Heather clung to her girlfriend and continued her slow grinding motion, keeping their clits pressed tightly together. She stared into Connie's liquid brown eyes as she hunched her snatch.
"I want to hear it when you cum," Heather whispered hotly. "I want you to tell me how much you like it."
"I love it!" Connie moaned. "God, I love it!"
Passion took over, and Connie's eyes glazed over. Her mouth fell open. She tightened her grip on Heather's neck and hunched her twat against the redhead's.
Heather slid one hand into the crack of Connie's ass and tickled her tight brown anus lightly, barely touching the puckered flesh. Connie gasped. Her hips jerked harder.
"Now!" Connie hissed.
Heather continued to rub their twats together and stuck the tip of her finger in the brunette's asshole.
"Yesss!" Connie wailed as her pussy exploded. "Oh, my God, yesss!" Her orgasm passed as quickly as it had come.
"Are you okay?" Heather asked tenderly. "Cumming standing up is hard on the legs."
"I'm fine," Connie said softly. "It didn't last long, but it sure was good! I was so keyed up I thought I would burst. That took the edge off very nicely."
"Let's go to bed and get comfortable. You can cum all you want."
"I doubt that!" Connie laughed. "When I'm with you, I never come close to getting enough."
Heather slipped her arms around Connie again and pulled her close. Their tits pressed together. She kissed the sexy young brunette full on the mouth.
Connie's lips came alive as she thrust her tongue into Heather's mouth. They hugged tightly, rubbing their pussies together again. Their active tongues fenced as they swapped spit and tasted the warm sweetness of each other's mouth. Connie liked the tender sweetness of a woman's lips.
Heather slid her hand down and caressed the satiny skin of Connie's rounded ass. She ground her mouth against Connie's as she pulled the brunette's ass forward and scrubbed their pussies together. After several moments of tender kissing and caressing, she broke the kiss and leaned her head back.
"Connie, dear Connie. I just have to fuck you, darling. I'm so fucking hot!"
Connie's pulse raced. "Yes," she whispered. "Let's fuck each other until we scream with joy."
"You're one up on me," Heather teased.
They held hands and hot-footed it to the bedroom. Heather flipped the bedspread back. She looked at Connie's pussy and grinned.
"You've spoiled me, you wicked girl. I can't look at your pussy without wanting to eat it."
"May I suck you off first?" Connie said. "You know I'm hooked on your pussy. I just love the way you taste."
Heather got on the bed and lay on her back. She flexed her knees, pulled her feet up to her buttocks and let her knees fall apart.
"You look so sexy lying like that," Connie murmured.
She put her hands under Heather's lush ass and pulled it closer to the edge of the bed. She sank to her knees, eager to drink in the alluring, womanly charms Heather displayed. She caressed the inside of the redhead's thighs, her touch as light as a feather. Her deeply tanned hands made a sharp contrast on Heather's pale white skin. The difference in their coloring always pleased her. Her blood raced through her veins a little faster as she stared into Heather's open crotch, at the flaming red hair curling and twining in erotic patterns over her snatch.
"I'm glad you don't tan your hide," Connie said.
"Redheads don't tan, dear. We burn and get freckles all over. I wish I could tan as beautifully as you do."
Connie ran the tip of her right index finger along Heather's slit, barely touching the puffy pink lips.
"You're a teasing little witch," Heather moaned.
"You like it," Connie replied.
"Yes, just as I like everything you do to me."
Connie put one hand on each side of Heather's pussy. She lowered her head slowly and stuck out her slender pink tongue. She ran the tip through the redhead's slit as lightly as she ran the tip of her finger.
Heather's hips twitched. The lips of her pussy puffed up and opened slowly. Connie gurgled with glee and licked a little harder. Her tongue went between the protruding lips. Staring at the bottom of the slit, she dragged her tongue north with calculated slowness. The languid caress brought a deep sigh from Heather.
Connie slithered her tongue up and down the puffy gash, coaxing the redhead's cunt lips open wider. She licked very slowly up and down.
Heather's ass jerked up and down, reflexively following Connie's tongue. She put one hand on Connie's head and stroked her hair tenderly, smoothing it back, not exerting any pressure. Connie would take her time, bringing her up very gradually before she got serious about sucking her off. She never knew if the girl would attack her cunt voraciously and immediately, or treat it like delicate antique china that would break from the slightest touch. She liked the suspense, the intrigue.
Connie separated Heather's blood-gorged lips and gently sucked one into her mouth. She held the thick lip tightly between her lips and pulled it away from the slit. She released it with a soft plop and ran her tongue the full length of Heather's slit. She caught the other lip between her lips and repeated the trick.
"Mmmmmm," Heather muttered. "I like that."
"You like anything somebody does to your pussy," Connie teased.
"Yes, but you do me better than anybody else."
"Better even than a man?"
"Oh, God, yes! Much better. Any man who can suck pussy as well as you do isn't safe from women."
Connie hummed in her throat, thrilled by Heather's tribute to her cunt-lapping skill.
"Are you going to make me wait a long time before you make me cum?" Heather whispered.
"Oh, you have to wait and see," Connie said brightly. "Am I making you feel good?"
"You know you are, you little witch. You always do."
Connie stuck her stiff tongue up the redhead's twat and thrust it in and out, tongue-fucking her with deliberate slowness. Just as Heather's ass began to bounce up and down and she thought Connie was going to give her a good ride to heaven without delay, Connie withdrew her tongue. She dragged it up the red-furred gash and tickled Heather's big clit.
"Your little boy-in-the-boat is peeking out at me," Connie said softly. "Only it isn't so little. It's so big and lovely."
"And so sensitive!" Heather hissed.
Connie tickled the love button gently with the tip of her tongue. She giggled with amusement when Heather's hips jerked quickly in response. Giving her lover such pleasure made her exceedingly happy.
"Are you ready?" Connie mumbled.
"God, I've been ready all day!"
"Tell me how it feels when you cum, darling."
They often played this little game as they pleasured each other.
"I feel like I'm going to break apart. Like everything inside me shatters into a thousand points of bright light and all the bad, tense feelings just evaporate."
Connie uttered a deep, satisfied sound and kissed the inside of Heather's thigh. "I feel so good when you talk to me this way, darling. I feel so very special to you." She touched the tip of her tongue to the redhead's clit again. "And that makes you feel good, doesn't it?"
"You know it does!" Spasms raced through Heather's body. "It feels fantastic, really super, when you do my clit with your tongue," she wheezed. "You're a dear, sweet nymph with a golden tongue. You are so very special to me."
"Your pussy feels good against my lips. And you taste so good ... so delicious ... nectar of the gods."
"That's ... OOOOOO ... ambrosia, darling."
"Uh huh, and ambrosia is what I drink from your pussy."
Connie lowered her head between Heather's thighs and covered the redhead's erect love button with her tongue. The tender touch on the center of her sexual sensations made Heather jerk and moan deeply. Connie stroked the hard morsel gently with a slow, firm motion.
Heather trembled visibly. She put her hands on her own tits and stretched her nipples way out to their full length. She pressed them back down with the tips of her fingers, rolled them around a few times, then pulled them out again. She spread her thighs wider, opening herself avidly for Connie's kisses and tongue caresses.
Connie trailed the tips of her fingers up and down the inside of the redhead's firm thighs as she lapped her snatch with long strokes of her tongue. The taste of Heather's succulent sex flesh filled her with a deeply satisfying feeling she couldn't describe. She pressed her head deeper between the shapely, alabaster shanks. She stiffened her tongue and probed Heather's slick honey hole.
Heather shuddered as the tongue tip penetrated her hot, oily tunnel. She put one hand behind Connie's head and applied light pressure, not to force the girl, but to express her pleasure. Connie's tongue thrust in and out of the wet hole a little faster.
Heather gasped and jerked her cunt up. "Oh, darling, your tongue feels so fucking good!" she moaned. "It won't be long, dear. Going to cum soon and fill your mouth with my juice. Drink it, darling. I want to hear you slurp it up and swallow it."
Connie put her hands behind Heather's thighs and pushed her legs up and back. She rolled her ass up and spread her firm, well-rounded buttocks. She snaked her tongue down to Heather's asshole.
Heather uttered a choked, gurgling sound as Connie's dynamic tongue pressed and flicked and wiggled around the tight little ring. The lewd touch made her burn and tingle, and spread liquid fire through her body. Both of her hands flew back to her tits. She let loose loud caterwauling sounds of pure ecstasy as she mauled her big mammary mounds. Torrents of salacious sensation raced up and down her spine, prickling her scalp and curling her toes.
Connie moved up and opened her mouth wide. She covered the mossy mound and weeping gash and sucked avidly.
Heather writhed and undulated. Her solid, lush ass hit the bed again and again with loud thunks. A heated glow of joy infused her body. An intense stab of passion shot through her when Connie's tongue landed on her clit and began to vibrate.
"Oh, fuuuuuuck!" she wailed.
She clenched her teeth so hard, the muscles in her jaws stood out and quivered. Her head rolled rapidly from side to side. She pulled and pinched her nipples so harshly they burned. She tried to spread her legs wider, but the muscles didn't seem to be working properly.
"Ooooohhhhh, Connie! Darling!" she hissed. "Oh, fuck, my cunt feels so fucking wonderful!"
Connie wrapped her arms around Heather's thighs and pulled them close to her head. She liked to feel the silky flesh against her cheeks. Her tongue danced an erotic jig on the redhead's turgid love stud as she immersed herself in the succulent sogginess of Heather's twat.
Heather's body trembled harder. Connie's tongue fluttered faster, moving with lightning speed over the erect, fat love button.
The tremors passing through Heather's body became more intense. The sensations flowing from her clitoris surged, building momentum as they grew. Connie flicked her tongue lickety-split over her clit with a feathery touch.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Lick me! Make me cum!" Heather wailed, then began to babble incoherently.
Connie licked the redhead's clitoris faster. The erect love spike wiggled around under her tongue like a little prick. Heather's body heaved and bucked and undulated. She locked her legs around Connie's head. Her jerking pulled the girl's face into the cavern of her crotch. Her shrill wails rose in ferocity. Her body went out of control.
She peaked and slid slowly off the euphoric plateau of fulfillment. Her leg-lock loosened. Connie lifted her head and sucked in a breath of fresh air, the way a diver does when she surfaces after a long time under water. She pushed the redhead's legs open again and continued to flick her tongue, propelling her into another orgasm.
Heather's body jerked spasmodically, involuntarily, in ecstatic convulsions as Connie continued the assault on her supersensitive buzzer. The room seemed to revolve. Spasms raced through her, wringing her out, jangling her nerves, as yet another climax wracked her body.
Connie's tongue slowed gradually. She stroked and caressed Heather's clit tenderly, spreading a glowing bliss of sensation through the redhead.
Heather sighed deeply and patted Connie's head as the young brunette's tongue caressed her pussy. "My dear, sweet darling, you are a terrific pussy lapper," she said softly.
Connie lifted her head and grinned. "You're a good teacher."
"And you're a fast learner."
Connie lay on her back by Heather. "Play with my pussy! Finger-fuck me!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You really like to cum, don't you, darling?" Heather teased.
"Yesss!" Connie gasped. "God, yes! Licking you made me so fucking hot! I've got to cum!"
Heather cuddled the horny brunette and kneaded her fleshy cunt mound. Connie spread her legs and quaked with excitement as she twisted her torso so Heather could suck her aching tits.
Heather pushed her middle finger into the hot, juicy portals of Connie's turbulent twat. She leaned over and licked her left tit tip. The thick bud sprang up in full erection.
Connie squirmed and moaned. Sucking Heather's pussy had turned her own snatch into a bubbling well of love oil. Heather added two more fingers to the soggy channel and finger-fucked her urgently. Connie spread her legs wider, planted her feet on the bed, and humped her ass as Heather fingered her hot cleft.
"Your ass is going up and down like a yo-yo," Heather giggled.
"Ohhh, fuck!" Connie breathed. "Your fingers feel so fucking good, darling! I'm going to cum!"
"Let it go, darling," Heather murmured, pausing between licks at Connie's stiff nipples. "I love to watch you cum." She put her thumb in the top of Connie's slit and agitated her clit.
Connie's cunt exploded. Her body twisted and turned in all directions at once. Her ass bounced rapidly up and down. Heather's fingers fucking in and out of her hot box, and her thumb rapidly rubbing her clit, were driving her to the edge of insanity.
She bucked and screamed as the intensity of her orgasm grew. She tightened her arm around Heather's neck and pulled her head down. Heather swallowed the tip of Connie's tit, and sucked the bloated stalk. Connie bucked harder and screamed louder. Heather continued her fierce finger action until Connie's orgasm began to subside. Then she slid down between Connie's legs and ground their pussies together.
Connie loved the feel of Heather's tits and pussy pressing against her. Heather's body was so soft and smooth and supple and warm. She gazed into Heather's eyes and smiled.
Heather returned the smile and put her nipples against Connie's bigger buds. Tilting her hips, she positioned her cunt directly on Connie's and slowly twisted her ass in a tight circle. She stared directly into Connie's sky-blue eyes and smiled.
Connie's pupils dilated with erotic pleasure. She put her hands on Heather's cheeks and hunched her cunt up. Heather shuddered at the invigorating contact and hot passion washed through her body. After a few moments of lewd cunt rubbing, she dismounted. She stretched out beside Connie, slipped an arm under her back and tugged her close.
"Your tits are so lovely," Connie whispered as the tips of her fingers traced the mounds. "So high and firm and perfectly shaped."
"My nipples are so very sensitive."
"As if I didn't know," Connie said with a soft chuckle. "I can't believe you can get off when I suck them. Mine feel good when you suck them, but they're not nearly as sensitive as yours."
"We'll keep working on it, and maybe someday they will be."
Satiny flesh rubbed satiny flesh with a subtle rustling sound as they rolled onto their sides facing each other and came together. The electrifying touch of four hard nipples pressing together made them gasp. Heather entwined her legs with Connie's shapely gams. They stared at each other for a moment, savoring the thought of what they were going to do.
Heather leaned forward. Connie quickly darted her tongue out and the tips met before their lips did. Their mouths met in a soft, sumptuous kiss. Heather broke the kiss. She turned in reverse and stretched out on her left side. She flexed her left knee and put her foot flat on the bed, opening her crotch so Connie could see her pussy. She pushed Connie's legs open, slid her cheek along the soft flesh on the inside of the brunette's thigh, and kissed her pussy.
Connie gasped and bucked. Heather rubbed her face in Connie's luxuriant bush. The loosely curled brown hair felt as soft as the softest fur against her cheek.
"Oooooo," Connie sighed.
Heather's long, pointed tongue slithered between her red lips like a snake and made contact with the coral lips of Connie's pussy. She ran her tongue tenderly up and down the hairy slit. The hot lips unfolded like the petals of a delicate blossom opening to embrace the rising sun.
Connie moaned and flexed her lovely legs. Her muscles were taut with anticipation and expectation. She looked into Heather's crotch. Slowly, she put one hand out and touched the hair around Heather's pussy. Heather's hips wriggled in response. She traced the tip of her finger down the full lips, then eased it into Heather's wet cunt hole.
"Aaahhh, baby, that feels good," Heather whispered. "Play with my pussy. Make me feel as good as I'm going to make yours feel."
Connie's juice seeped out of her cunt and filled her slit. Heather's taste buds tingled as she licked up the sweet elixir. Her tongue glided between the inner lips, along the slick pink slit, and into the juicy hole. She stabbed her tongue into the tight little opening and kissed the puffy lips.
Connie put both hands in Heather's crotch. She pulled the wet crack open and licked it delicately with the tip of her tongue. The sensations in her own pussy made her giddy with euphoria. She felt an orgasm stirring deep in her belly.
Heather covered Connie's soft, furry pussy with her mouth and thrust her tongue into the brunette's sex pot again and again, tongue-fucking her enthusiastically. Connie's hips began to hunch, mimicking a fucking motion. She made her tongue flat and broad and dragged it up Connie's slit to her bulging clitoris.
Connie gasped as Heather's tongue swiped the turgid bud of sensitive flesh. She kissed the redhead's pussy, just a light, quick peck to tease her. Then she put her mouth on Heather's snatch and kissed it passionately.
"Let's cum together, darling," Heather said softly.
She licked Connie's clit lightly, coaxing the pulsing point of flesh out of its hood. The little stud popped out and stood tall. She cupped the brunette's ass and pulled her groin forward.
Connie's tongue shot out and began to lick Heather's clit rapidly. In a seemingly involuntarily gesture, Connie transferred to Heather's pussy the pleasure she felt from the redhead's tongue in her own cunt.
Keith passed the door of Heather's bedroom. He skidded to a stop and backed up. He knew that one of the girls on the bed was his daughter. He had no idea who the other one was. Not that it mattered. The sight nearly blew his mind. It did stiffen his cock. Now he understood Heather's comment about Gina going both ways.
He felt like an interloper, like he was invading his daughter's privacy. He wanted to watch so badly. He shook his head and went on down the hall to his room. All the time he was taking his shower, he couldn't get the brazen image out of his mind.
Heather pursed her lips around Connie's clit. She held it gently as she applied a slight sucking pressure and ran the tip of her tongue over the pulsing stud. She steadily increased the speed of her tongue on the fleshy button until Connie's belly was heaving with erotic tension and her hips were hunching fast.
Connie hunched closer to Heather so their bodies were touching from their tits to their bellies. She put her hands behind Heather's ass and cupped her rounded buttocks.
The women held each other tightly as they bucked and twisted and licked and sucked. They inched closer and closer to their explosions, each trying to make the other pop her sex gun first. Moans and groans of licentious bliss drifted up from their crotches as their tongues performed their gratifying task.
Connie's bucking became more convulsive. Heather clung to her like a leech, her tongue going lickety-split to bring out the brunette's climax. She willed herself to hold back until Connie started cumming. She didn't have to wait long. Connie's body jerked violently, then became spastic. She momentarily forgot to lick Heather's clit as her climax gripped her, then she resumed her oral action and brought Heather off with her.
They fell apart and rolled on their backs. Their eyes were glazed and their mouths hung open as they gasped for breath. Heather got up and got her dildo and harness out of her dresser. She attached the smaller dildo, pushed it into her pussy, then strapped on the harness and attached the larger dildo.
"How do I look with a cock?" She posed for Connie, standing sideways so she could see the fake prick sticking out from her crotch.
"Sex-eee. Big beautiful tits, a luscious body, a delicious pussy and a gorgeous cock. You've got it all, girl!"
Heather laughed and pretended to jack her cock. "Every time I put this thing on, I understand why a man feels so powerful with a cock hanging between his legs."
"How does the one in your cunt feel?"
"Ummm, fabulous!" Heather said softly. "It wiggles every time I move. I just might cum before I even start fucking you."
"Go right ahead, baby. I'll catch up with you!"
"On your hands and knees, honey, and I'll get you caught up right now."
"I'm ready, darling," Connie said hotly, her voice hoarse with excitement. "Shove your beautiful cock up my cunt and fuck the hell out of me!"
Heather knelt behind Connie, aimed the cock at her wet snatch, and eased the head in. Connie rocked back, making her sink the full length of the long, thick shaft of the fake dick into her depths.
"Give me all of it, darling!" Connie moaned. "God, I love to have my cunt stretched! Getting fucked by a beautiful girl is outrageous!"
"Fucking you makes me feel so wicked, darling," Heather replied. She seated the vinyl dong fully and paused for a moment. She squirmed, giving herself a thrill with the smaller dildo stuck up her own tender channel. "Oooooo, the dildo in my cunt might be smaller, but it sure feels good!"
"I know," Connie moaned. "I can already tell I'm going to cum so hard."
Heather looked up and saw her father standing in the door in his robe. She gave him a lascivious grin and an exaggerated wink.
"Fuck me, darling," Connie hissed.
Heather grabbed Connie's hips and started fucking her furiously. When she looked up again, her daddy was gone.
CHAPTER NINE
Heather kissed Connie good-bye at the door, then joined her father in the kitchen. She was wearing her thin robe, which she left open again.
"Bagel and honey, huh?" she said. She cut a bagel and put it in the toaster oven. "You really have a taste for sweet things."
"My one vice," Keith replied.
"Eating sweet things isn't a vice, Daddy." She got a glass of milk and sat down across the table from him. "What do you think of Connie? I don't mean her face. I know that's sort of plain. So does she. What about the rest of her? She's got a real good body, don't you think?"
"Yes. Are we going to have another of those talks?"
Heather chuckled sexily. "Yes."
"You're taking all of this quite calmly."
She shrugged. "What can I say? You saw what you saw. I can't put a different face on it." She got her bagel from the toaster and put cream cheese on it. She sat back down and took a bite. "I hope you weren't too shocked."
"When I saw you, I remembered what you said about Gina. When you asked if she goes both ways. You said that any woman can make love to another woman."
"I believe that, Daddy. I believe we all have a male and female side. I think women are more accepting of that dual nature. Connie hasn't been fucked much. Men look at her plain face and think she isn't a good piece of ass."
"Didn't you say you thought a piece of pussy was more accurate?"
"I was just needling you, Daddy. Men are wrong about Connie. Her pussy is real tight, and she's very active. If they would just give her half a chance, she would give them a terrific ride."
"Then she isn't a lesbian?"
"She's no more a lesbian than I am."
He arched one eyebrow and looked at his daughter gravely. "Why are you telling me this?"
"You can have her, Daddy. If you're interested. Tonight, in fact. She'll come running back over here if I call her. A word of caution, though. She talks too much. Don't ever tell her your secrets. What she knows, the world knows."
"You don't have to set me up with women, honey."
"I know," she replied. "I was thinking of her as much as you, Daddy."
"A mercy fuck?"
"Yeah, I guess so, come to think of it. That's basically what we were doing. Neither of us had a date, and we didn't want to play the silly games men seem to think are necessary to get a girl in the sack. Honestly, guys talk themselves out of pussy more often than they talk themselves into it. They don't realize that a girl knows in advance if she's going to bed with a guy. If she isn't, nothing he says or does will change her mind. On the other hand, he can say or do something to get her out of the mood in a hurry. Girls don't usually play sex games with each other."
"I wouldn't know," he said. "I don't know any bisexual women."
Heather smiled sweetly. "Sure you do, Daddy."
Keith nodded solemnly. "Yes, I guess I do at that. I didn't know it before tonight. You ought to have closed your door."
"Maybe I left it open on purpose, Daddy. Maybe I was hoping you would come home before Connie left and see us. Did it turn you on?"
"Yeah, I guess it did."
"You've really never seen girls get it on with each other?"
"Never. I've heard guys talking about it."
"You came in too late to see the good part."
He arched his eyebrow again. "What was the good part?"
"Where we were eating each other out."
"You were doing a sixty-nine the first time I passed your door. I took a shower and was on my way to the kitchen when you saw me."
"You should have stayed and watched when you first saw us. I wouldn't have minded, and I don't think Connie would either." She got up, went around the table and knelt in front of him. She opened his robe and untied his pajama pants. "You could have come on in, in fact, and had Connie right then. Lift your ass."
"Just what do you think you're doing?"
"I'm going to jerk you off, Daddy. If you got turned on watching Connie and me, you have to relieve the pressure so you can sleep. You could do it yourself, but I think you'll like it better if I do it."
"We have to have a long talk," he said, without conviction. She was absolutely right.
"No, right now we have to simply do, Daddy. We can talk later.
He lifted his ass and let her pull his pajama pants down. Her face lit up when she looked at his extra large organ. She used both hands to fondle his prick, feeling every inch of the gratifying hunk of meat. Her skillful manipulation brought his stalwart lance to full erection in short order.
"Hmmm, your cock feels good."
"Honey, I'm your father."
Heather chuckled deep in her throat. "Yeah, doesn't that make it so much more kinky and exciting?" She took his cock tenderly in her hand. "Oh, my. Now I see why Gina was moaning so loud. This is a real pussy stretcher." She hefted his balls in her other hand. "And such big balls. They feel like they weigh a pound. They must be full of cum." She squeezed his dick and rolled his balls. "Do you like it when a girl plays with your pride and joy?"
"Oh, yes."
She put one hand above the other on his rigid staff and stroked it lovingly. "I like to pull on a cock and watch it squirt, Daddy. You don't know how seldom a girl gets to do that. Guys are so impatient. They want to stick the damn thing in your mouth or pussy right away." She squeezed his balls gently and stroked his dick. "Maybe that's because a guy can jack a girl off, and she's still ready to go. If a girl jacks a guy off, she has to wait for him to get hard again. How long does it take you to recover?"
He tried to laugh and nearly choked. Her hands felt marvelous. It was so easy to forget that she was his daughter and think of her as just another woman.
"I've never timed it. Not too long, I guess. I've never had any complaints."
"Neither have I!" she laughed. "In fact, I get a lot of compliments. Several guys told me that I have a natural talent for handling a cock. I give a better blow job, but I'll just jerk you off this time." She scooted forward a little on her knees. Her tits jiggled and swayed as she moved. "You can play with my tits, Daddy."
Trying to watch her hand and tits distracted him. Her comment about "this time" didn't register. He reached down and cupped one big tit mound. "So big," he muttered.
"Yeah, I am kind of top heavy. Never had any complaints, though."
She caressed his cock lovingly. She leaned over and licked the head. She cut her eyes up at him and grinned. "It's pretty sensitive. Have to keep it wet so I won't make it sore." She licked until she had the head coated with saliva. "There, that ought to do for a couple of minutes."
She put one hand over his cockhead. She extended her fingers downward and caught the sensitive knob with the tips. She wrapped her other hand around the shaft. She twisted her fingers around the head and pumped her fist up and down the shaft.
"Damn," he muttered.
Heather grinned. "Yeah, feels pretty good, doesn't it? I told you I'm good. I'm going to make you cum so good."
He felt a jolt of lust as he watched his daughter play with his cock.
She took her fingers away from the head and held the shaft upright as she drooled on it. "Now, here's another way to do it that really gets to a guy."
She put her right hand loosely around the knob and simultaneously twisted it around and stroked it up and down. Her left hand slid rapidly up and down the shaft in the opposite direction.
"God damn!" he moaned. He blinked his eyes to clear the fog away and watched her hands. "That looks like the old trick of patting your head and rubbing your stomach at the same time."
"You can learn to do it with enough practice."
"I think I'll have to let you practice on me all you want, honey. You're good."
She quite obviously enjoyed playing with a cock. He wondered if she would let him fuck her. Then he realized it didn't make any difference. He wasn't going to last long enough to worry about it.
She felt his cock swell and looked up. "Are you ready to cum, Daddy?"
"I couldn't stop it if I wanted to!" he gasped. "God, you have a wonderful way with your hands."
"Practice makes perfect," she quipped. "You know, with a cock like this, you can have just about any woman you want." She giggled. "If she hesitates, just show her your gorgeous cock. One look at the size of it, and she'll beg you to fuck her."
His hips jerked up and down as he fucked his daughter's fist. Her left hand stayed in constant motion, lightly caressing his bare cockhead. He couldn't think of anything to say. He couldn't think of anything period but the way she was handling his dick. Her hand coasted smoothly up and down his long prick, going faster and faster. His cock swelled more.
She removed her left hand from his knob and reached between his legs to fondle his balls. She extended her left thumb so it rubbed the head. She jacked him so fast, her hand became a white blur. Suddenly, she stuck her index finger in his asshole and giggled when he nearly vaulted off the chair.
"Oh, yeah, you like that, too, don't you? Okay, darling, give me your cum. See if you can hit the ceiling when it blows."
"God," he breathed.
"I love the way a cock throbs when it spits," she whispered.
He groaned, then yelled as his prick exploded. She yanked her left hand away without missing a beat. She slid her right hand up behind the head of his prick and jacked him faster. She aimed the head at his belly and stroked him as fast as she could, spraying cum all over the front of his body.
"Oooooo," she muttered. "So pretty. Just look at the cum fly." She gazed at his cock raptly, fascinated by the way it pumped out the jism. "You squirt like a geyser."
When the flow of cum abated, she stopped jacking him. She moved her hand to the base of his shaft and squeezed firmly. She slid her hand toward the head and milked the last drop of juice from her daddy's meaty spear. Then she lifted her hand to her mouth and licked it clean.
"Yum, yum," she muttered. "Love that rich taste. And it's not even fattening!" She giggled, then licked the cum from his body. "There, that ought to hold you until morning. If it doesn't, call me. I know all sorts of ways to get you off. And you'll love everyone of them."
"I don't doubt that for a moment! You're quite a woman."
She acted as if she was going to leave, then changed her mind. She held onto his flaccid cock and straightened up on her knees. With a grunt of impatience, he covered her mouth with his and thrust his tongue down her throat. She turned his cock loose and stood.
"Touch my pussy, Daddy," she whispered.
His hand slid down her belly. She opened her legs and his hand went between her shapely thighs. He caressed the lips of her wet snatch. He drove two fingers into her hole and thrust them in and out with a hard twisting motion. She moaned with excitement and hunched as he plunged his fingers in and out of her seething depths.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm cumming!" she yelled.
Her legs got weak, and she nearly lost her balance. Her orgasm died away quickly. She took his hand out of her crotch and licked his fingers.
She sat on his lap and touched her lips to his very lightly. Abruptly, she kissed him hard and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Her lips became active and her kiss became more passionate when he cupped one of her firm tits and squeezed it.
His hand left her tit and slid down her belly. She moaned into his mouth and let her legs fall open. He moved his hand up and cupped her prominent cunt mound. She broke the kiss and caressed his cheek tenderly.
"I'm so hot," she whispered. "Do you like hot women, Daddy?"
"My favorite kind." He ran the tip of his finger lightly along her slit. "Beautiful pussy," he said softly.
"How can you tell? You haven't seen it yet."
"I can see enough of it to tell." He applied a little more pressure when he ran his finger up and down her slit again.
She shivered and licked her lips. "Feel inside, Daddy. See how hot I am. Be careful, it might melt your finger."
She was no longer his daughter. She was a beautiful, passionate woman. "I'll take the chance," he said. He stuck his middle finger in her cunt and whistled softly. "Damn, you are hot. And so wet and tight."
"Your finger feels so good, Daddy. Finger-fuck me."
"You cum easily, don't you?"
"Like a fucking machine, Daddy!" she said, laughing happily.
He curled the tip of his finger to touch the top of her cunt and slid it in and out of her tight love tunnel.
"Ooohhh, Daddy!" she muttered. "You know how to do it right."
She wrapped her arm around his neck and nearly smothered him with firm tit flesh. She snaked her tongue over his ear. She nipped him on the shoulder in a frenetic fit of passion. She shuddered from head to toe and moaned deep in her throat.
He kissed her again, thrusting his tongue rapidly in and out of her mouth in rhythm with his fingers jerking in and out of her hot cunt.
When she popped, she jerked so hard she nearly jumped out of his lap. He held her tight with an arm around the waist and finger-fucked her until her frantic jerking slowed to gentle wiggles. She put her head on his shoulder and sighed deeply.
"God, I love to cum, Daddy," she whispered. "And you really got me good. I'm not the only one who's handy."
CHAPTER TEN
Heather dreamt that she was falling. She jerked and came awake abruptly. She was curled on her left side with her right hand between her legs.
She rolled onto her back and sighed deeply. She felt vaguely discontent. She moved her fingers and instantly knew why. She was as horny as a Texas longhorn with two heads.
She didn't want to jack off. She wanted to cum on a cock. She caressed her pussy. An unmistakable tingle of naughty pleasure rippled through her body. Dewy wetness filled her slit. She put her hand on her belly. Daddy's cock was the only one handy. Unless she wanted to get dressed and go out in the wee hours of the morning looking for a guy who would let her use his cock.
Her pussy craved more tender touches. The ache in her crotch grew sharper. Her nipples were itchy. The dark points swelled as she stared at them. They needed fondling. What would her daddy do if she got in bed with him?
The craving in her pussy got stronger. She didn't want to masturbate. Her pussy lured her fingers. Her thighs opened spontaneously. Her hips lifted the way they did when a cock invaded her pussy. She loved to be penetrated by a live cock.
She pressed her tender, wet mound. Pelvic thrusting came naturally. It felt good. She slid her finger along her pussy slit. It was moist and slick. Sweet tingles ran from her crotch to her thighs as she inserted her finger and hunched again.
That was better! Her seat of pleasure stood out of the top of her slit like a little prick. She tickled it with the tip of her finger and gasped softly. The goading ache in her loins dissolved into dreamy sex sensations. Her thighs trembled. Her nerves almost screamed for relief. She rubbed her finger over her zone of excitement and shuddered. She was so excited, so aroused.
Without a conscious thought, her left hand went to one tit. Her fingers sank into the tender flesh and she played with the tingling nipple. Her entire body flushed with carnal heat, the way it did when a guy drove his dick into her pussy. Her hand flew to her other tit. Both of her nipples stiffened. Bolts of pleasure shot through her, from her tits down to her crotch. Her rump wiggled lasciviously. She worked her right hand faster and faster.
The movement of her fingers quickened. She panted as she climbed the steep, heavenly slope. Hot thrills flowed from her clit as her right hand whipped her pussy in a frenzy. Her shaking left hand enclosed the whole peak of one tit. She felt the nipple stiffen against her palm. The sweet suspense continued to build.
Her head jerked back, her hips lurched, and her thighs quivered. Her right wrist was tiring, but she couldn't stop! She panted and gasped. A scrumptious ripple of delight clutched her cunt. Her nerves seemed to tense and then suddenly, she reached the crest of the joyful slope and tumbled over!
She floated in a sparkly zone of erotic sensation. Her clit throbbed fiercely under her darting fingers. She felt a welcome ache run from her pussy, along her thighs, up to her nipples, then back to her cunt. She loved to cum.
She slumped, breathing very hard, her hands still. She sighed with pleasure and basked in the exquisite afterglow. Flying solo wasn't her preferred way to go, but it sure beat not flying at all.
She was still turned on. She got her vibrator from her dresser drawer and went to the living room. Maybe Daddy would get up for a glass of water or a snack and see her. Then he would have to help her out.
She sat on the couch and spread her thighs. Her fervor built rapidly as she caressed the inside of her thighs with both hands. She tipped her pussy up so she could see it better. The slit was getting wet again.
She opened the hair-fringed lips and stared at the dusky pink flesh. She studied her clitoris. The pink nub of flesh rose slowly out of its hood. Shivering, she slid her middle finger along her slit and up to her love button. She slid the index finger of her other hand into her hole and wiggled it around.
An artificial cock or her fingers might not be as good as a real live prick, but she could reach her climax when she needed it this way. If she could keep her mind free, her pussy would never know the difference. Shivering as the urgency grew, she picked up the vibrator and set it on low. She paused to listen to the faint humming sound. If she set it on high, it would nearly drive her crazy.
She didn't need any additional lubrication. Juice had seeped into her pussy and soaked it. She could shove the vibrator in with one hard, penetrating thrust. Just the way a guy skewered her when he couldn't wait to ram his prick into her cunt.
She placed the smooth tip of the vibrator between the lips of her pussy. She let her legs fall father apart and nosed the implement into her wet hole.
"Aaahhh!" she moaned as she suddenly shoved the vibrator all the way in.
She closed her legs slowly, squeezing her thighs tightly over her pussy. With the tool buried completely in her sex channel, she barely heard the faint humming. She sat that way, her mind blank. The pleasing little tremors from the vibrator rippled out from her groin. The sensations made her buns flex and her toes tingle.
She teased and fondled the sensitive tips of her tits. Her right hand roamed down her stomach and stopped with the heel of her hand on her pussy mound, her fingers pointing down. Her middle finger eased into the top of her slit and touched her clit. The tip moved in slow circles over the erect bud.
She liked her clit, adored the heavenly sensations from the sensitive button. The flexible vibrator droned inside her. She opened her legs and stroked it in and out of her cunt. The knob struck deep, where the head of a cock seldom reached. How deep would Daddy's cock go? Having her cunt full felt so fucking good! Her left hand stayed on her tits, tweaking her nipples. A vivid picture of Daddy invaded her blank mind. Daddy with his large, hard cock. His cock, not her vibrator, filled her cunt. His finger played over her clit, infusing her with such pleasure.
The finger on her clit moved faster. The soft tingles swelling in her pussy strengthened, got a hard edge to them. Her ass squirmed around on the couch. She pinched her stiff nipples and drew them out to their full length.
The tingles grew stronger. Her finger moved faster, going back and forth and around in circles. She agitated her clit, coaxing all those glorious feelings from the hard nubbin. Her breathing became labored. She felt the deep, warm flush that preceded an orgasm spread over her body. She was totally abandoned, whimpering her pleasure. She knew she was about to reach the ultimate goal. Exquisite sensations began in her cunt. The delectable throbbing in her clit went on and on and on.
The picture of Daddy in her mind grew more vivid. He was thrusting in and out of her cunt with powerful strokes. Her body quaked and spasmed. Her hips arched off the couch, lifting her ass high. Her climax came abruptly, moments before she expected it. She panted and gasped as the finger playing over her clit moved faster.
Abruptly, the golden sensations dissipated. The vibrator continued to hum inside her cunt, but her clit felt numb. Her ass fell back to the couch. She pulled the vibrator out of her cunt. She grasped it firmly in her fist and ran the tip over her clitoris. Nothing happened.
She had to have a cock! She dropped the vibrator on the couch and marched purposefully down the hall.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Heather slithered into her father's bed, snuggled up to him and pressed her tits into his back. She reached over his hip and fondled his cock. She kissed his ear and ran her tongue inside.
"Good morning, Daddy," she said softly.
Keith tried to roll onto his back. She held him against her tits.
"What time is it?"
"Time you had a taste of Heather, Daddy," she chuckled. "I'm so horny, I can't stand it. I got myself off twice, but it didn't do any good. I need your cock."
"I figured it would come to this."
"Cum is such a loaded word, Daddy."
"How can you make puns so early in the morning? What time is it by the clock?"
"Two, three, who knows? Who cares? It's Saturday. We don't have to go to work. You have from now until Monday morning to take care of me."
"Do you think I can get it done in that time?"
"Of course not!" she giggled. "But I want you to try real hard." She squeezed his cock. "Speaking of hard, your cock is well on its way."
"Are you free all weekend? Anywhere you have to be later?"
She laughed. "If you mean free as in licentious, I'm very, very uninhibited, as you already know!"
"Just my luck," he said. He didn't mean it. When she started pulling on his cock earlier that evening, he made up his mind that he was going to fuck her before long. She saved him the trouble of figuring out how to get it done. He scooched around to face her. "God, you're gorgeous," he muttered. He fondled her foxy ass and ran his hands up her bare back. "And so fucking sexy."
She quivered with anticipation, weak with desire. "My pussy gets all gooey inside when you touch me," she murmured. She put her hand behind his ass and ground her plump cunt mound into his groin.
He pushed her onto her back and pushed himself up on one elbow. She scooted up and sat against the headboard. She brushed her hair back and jutted her tingling tits, exhibiting them to his gaze with pride and passion. She felt like a bundle of dynamite with a short fuse, ready to detonate any second.
He feasted his eyes on her twin towers of glorious, creamy tit flesh, standing out so magnificently. Her superb nipples were swollen with lust. His throat constricted and his cock ached painfully.
"Somehow, seeing them now, when I know that I'm going to fuck you, they look more breathtaking," he murmured.
She basked in his words of praise, reveled in his eyes ogling her tits. "I'm so glad you like them," she sighed breathlessly. She caressed the pliant mounds. She put her hands under them and pointed her taut nipples at him. "Is your cock hard?"
"You know it is."
"Let me see it," she said huskily.
He got up on his knees. His prick stood straight out from his groin, quivering and throbbing in cadence with the heavy beat of his heart.
"Looking at it, thinking about having it in my pussy, sets me on fire!" she said softly, awed by her daddy's formidable organ. She squeezed her tits, making her nipples protrude from her pebbly areolae like two little fingers.
He pushed her hands away from her tits. "Let me feel them," he croaked, his voice hoarse and tight.
"Just don't wait too long to put out my fire with your wonderful hose," she moaned.
She pressed her tits against his hands and threw her arms around his neck. He kissed her and sucked greedily on her invading tongue. He took her with him as he rolled onto his back. His hot mouth scorched a trail from her generous greedy lips and face down to her elegant neck.
"Yes!" she hissed, writhing under him, nearly delirious with lust. "Lick me, Daddy! Lick your daughter all over! God, I'm so fucking hot for your cock, Daddy!" She curled her fingers and raked his shoulders with her nails, then tangled her fingers in his hair.
His tongue was like an active snake as his mouth skimmed down her neck to the creamy mountains of flesh rising majestically from her chest. He caressed and kneaded one supple globe as he sucked the nipple of her other tit into his mouth. He licked and sucked the stiff rubbery bud. Her whimpering mewls of delight urged him on.
"Suck my tits, Daddy!" she moaned. She grabbed his head and crushed his face into her tits. Her soft buns thumped on the bed as she humped her ass anxiously up and down. "Eat me up!"
He alternated between her tits, kissing and licking and sucking the firm flesh until her tits were red and she was moaning with enchantment. He stopped for a moment and looked at her quaking tits, glistening with his saliva.
"You're one fantastic woman," he groaned, silently thanking Lady Luck for giving him such a sensational, impassioned bundle of lust to fuck.
"I'll talk and you do, Daddy!" she cried. "Put out the fire in my cunt with your tongue. I want to be fully aware when you put your cock in me the first time."
He saw the craving in her face. He caressed the smooth flesh of her belly and weaved his fingers through the long curls of her red muff. He let his fingers coast through her crotch, carefully skirting her puffy slit as she humped and squirmed.
"Ohhhhhh, God, Daddy! Get me off! Please!" She pawed at his arm, trying to guide his hand to her twat. "Ooohhh, Daddy, do it! Finger-fuck your randy daughter's hot cunt!"
Getting her off was number one on his list. His hand glided between her outstretched legs. He caressed the silky flesh on the inside of her thighs, then ran his middle finger up and down her blood-gorged lips of her snatch.
She gurgled and squirmed in a futile attempt to capture his finger with her cunt. "Oh, Daddy, don't torture me!" she begged.
His finger slithered through her dripping gash and plunged into her boiling snatch. He jabbed and twisted his finger in her tight, overheated channel.
She humped his fucking finger furiously. "Ohhh, God, yes!" she groaned.
Her legs jerked wide open. She pushed the heels of her hands into the taut flesh of her belly. She became a flurry of motion, writhing in a lascivious rhythm. Her flamboyant tits danced an erotic cha-cha on her chest.
Her pent-up passion fascinated him. He gouged the tight, spongy pussy walls that clung tenaciously to his jabbing fingers. He squashed her bloated clit with his thumb and brought forth a louder wail of delight.
"Ooohhh, fuck!" she cried, gurgling on the saliva trapped in her throat. She grabbed his arm and humped her pussy on his fucking fingers, rotating her ass urgently. "Yes!" she wailed as she raced up the steep slope to the peak of her orgasm, to the relief she needed so desperately. "Ohhh, yes!"
She fell back on the bed, writhing and contorting as she sped toward the climax that would relieve the intense pressure. Her ass bucked up and down. Her juicy quim gobbled the fingers twisting inside her.
"Ooohhh, Daddy, my cunt feels so good!" she groaned. "Keep finger-fucking me and lick my clit!"
He thrust his fingers up her cunt and bent down. His tongue went directly to the stiff bud poking up between the lips of her pussy. His cock stood at attention, pulsating painfully. His lust was aroused to a feverish pitch by his sensuous daughter squirming under him.
He jabbed his fingers into her bubbling gash, screwed them around and licked her clit rapidly. His head weaved from side to side and bobbed up and down to keep up with her humping ass as he licked her clit rapidly.
She bucked on his fingers and ground her cunt into his mouth as she soared to nirvana. Her orgasm ripped through her body like a tornado. She screamed with heavenly delight and soared into outer space.
He cut his eyes up and looked at her passion-warped face. He felt a strong suction on his fingers. He knew the same lusty, compelling pulsing would soon be massaging his cock. He picked up speed with his fucking fingers and vibrating tongue. Her curvaceous body contorted in agonizing bliss.
"Oooooo," she moaned low. She sighed and shuddered, the edge of her passion blunted for the moment.
He withdrew his fingers from her sopping hole and gave her clit a parting kiss.
She shivered as the kiss stimulated the desire bubbling just below the surface. She lifted her head and looked at his crotch.
"Oh, Daddy, your cock is so hard!" she said with elation. She held out her arms, desperate for his big, gratifying prick. "Fuck me, Daddy! Ream your daughter's cunt good with that gorgeous thing! Fill me. Slow and easy. Let me savor your prick."
"Lie back and enjoy it," he moaned, lust tightening his balls. "We'll take the ride together."
"Mmmmmm," she purred, eager to accept his stout weapon. She looked forward to fucking at an easy pace instead of a mad rush of insane passion. "I'm ready for you, Daddy. Wet and hot for your prick."
"And I'm hard and hot for your cunt!" he replied as he inched up between her outstretched legs.
"It's all yours, Daddy," she sighed, content to lie there and wait, the anticipation exciting. "Come and get it."
He leaned over her with his palms on the bed by her shoulders. He studied her radiant face, her vivacious blue eyes, her generous, sensual mouth, her elegant features, burning the image into his brain. He angled his hips and the head of his cock touched the gorged, gaping lips of her wet pussy.
"Do you know the difference between a good girl and a nice girl?"
She chuckled. "A good girl gives it to you and a nice girl puts it in for you."
"Be a nice girl," he said.
"My pleasure, Daddy," she replied. She grasped his shaft lovingly. She rubbed the head up and down her slit a couple of times, then stuck the swollen knob in her hole.
He eased his cockhead between the clinging, velvety lips of her cunt and slowly sank his aching prick into her tight sheath. Her cunt felt like a soggy, very hot oven. Exhilarating flames of lust shot through the length of his rod and ignited the smoldering coals in his balls. He groaned loudly.
"Ohhh, Daddy, your big cock feels so fucking good!" She squirmed and hunched, totally thrilled by the way his magnificent cock stretched her love tunnel. She flexed her muscles, clamped the head of his cock in a velvet vise. "Does that feel good?"
"It blows my mind," he grunted. His dick bored into her tight passage. The pressure of her hot twat and twitching muscles staggered him. "God, honey, you're a fantastic fuck!"
"So are you, Daddy!"
He fucked her, deep and slow. Her delightful honey pot engulfed his cock in syrupy love juice. Her dynamic muscles fluttered, caressed his shaft lovingly. Changing pace, he abruptly pulled back, withdrawing his cock. Her mushy cunt quivered in protest.
"Put it back," she whimpered, loving every agonizing second of his sexy tease. "Put it back real slow." She locked her heels behind his knees and fondled his tight little buns. Her shapely ass rolled back and forth on the bed as she rocked her hips. "Go deep, Daddy, all the way to the bottom. I can take everything you can give me. I want everything you can give me."
Her sexy, sugarplum voice melted right through him, turned his insides to mush. He fucked his cock back into her cunt, and didn't stop until the head hit the mouth of her womb.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Oh, fuck, what a marvelous man!" Heather exclaimed. "Your cock feels a yard long and a foot thick, Daddy. Wonderful! I love it!" The urgency of her body grew as he eased every inch in to fill her cunt. Fucking so sensuously, without rushing, thrilled her. "Pull back again, slowly, then wait."
As Keith eased back, he felt the powerful suction of her cunt muscles trying to hold him in. He held himself over her, his back rigid, only the head of his cock inside her.
She grasped his arms, put her feet flat on the bed and bent her knees. She flipped her ass up quickly, and her cunt swallowed the full length of his prick. She paused, then let her pretty ass drop back to the bed.
"Damn, you're something else," he grunted, his prick vibrating in her fabulous fuck canal.
"You like it, huh?"
"Love it. Do it some more."
Murmuring happily, she heaved her ass up again. Her twat gulped his meaty shaft voraciously. She clamped her strong muscles around his cock and gyrated her ass slowly in midair. "Ohhh, fuck," she mumbled as she reamed her cunt with his lusty rod. "I knew that fucking you was going to be good, Daddy. I didn't know it was going to be great!"
She pumped her ass up and down with long, slow strokes. She caressed the full length of his prick with her grasping cunt muscles. She lowered slowly her ass until his prick nearly fell out of her cunt, then lunged up quickly. His thick cock stuffed her liquefied slot, forced her slick juice to ooze out of her nether lips. She clung to his arms and stared into his eyes as she repeated the provocative, arduous movement again and again, taking them along the high road to heavenly delight the long way around.
She grabbed his ass and pulled him down as she let her ass drop to the bed with a soft thump. "Now you fuck me," she gasped.
He stared at her passion-filled face as he pulled his rod out to the tip. He pushed back in slowly until his black cock hair meshed with her red cunt hair. He paused, savoring the feel of her creamy, sultry cunt embracing his shaft. Her sensuous muscles milked his prick. He cherished the marvelous sensation of fucking his breathtaking, hot-blooded daughter.
"Ohhh, Daddy, I love your magnificent cock!" She rocked her hips, thrilling to his prick in her pussy. "I knew you would fuck me just the way I wanted."
She ground her pussy into his hard groin. She felt another storm brewing in her cunt, threatening to sweep her up to another orgasm. She wasn't ready to be carried away on a wave of passion. She wanted additional sensual frolicking.
"I'm going to cum," she muttered between clenched teeth.
He misunderstood her, thought she wanted to cum. He pulled his cock nearly all the way out. He drove back into her with a forceful lunge, all the way to the hilt. Her body rocked. He fucked her swiftly, using the full length of his rod, slamming into her so hard she scooted across the bed.
The rapid barrage of fucking stabs drove her wild. Her head swirled in a sea of passion. "My God, Daddy!" she gasped. His battering jabs made her voice tremble. "You'll drive me out of my fucking mind fucking me this way!"
"You like it?" he grinned.
"It's fabulous, Daddy, but I don't want to cum yet."
"Who said you were going to cum yet?" he grunted, a lecherous smile on his handsome face. "You'll be babbling blissfully before I get you off." He felt very confident of his control. He shouldn't have. He forgot to reckon with the lustiness of her extraordinary pussy. Sucking in a deep breath, he got ready to send her on another ride to the land of enchantment. He squirmed his groin closer to her cunt so he could fuck her as deep as possible. "Relax and enjoy the gallop along the road to glory, baby."
She gasped. He was going to fuck her furiously again. Her pussy twitched with anticipation. She held onto his strong arms and waited for the fantastic rocket ride into orbit. "Do it, Daddy, do it!" she whispered hotly. "Fuck me senseless!"
He did. Rugged, lightning-quick, turbulent thrusts that inflated his throbbing prick inside her pussy and brought a slobbering lather from her vibrating cunt walls. He grunted with each frenzied lunge of his cock. He watched her face, saw her pupils dilate and her eyes get glassy. His heavy balls smacked against the cheeks of her ass as he fucked her faster.
Her face filled with ecstasy. Every muscle in her body coiled. She saw the passion on his face, could not counter the urge to fuck back at him even though she knew her pussy would explode if she moved.
"No! Nooo!" she gasped.
She didn't want to cum yet. She wanted to ride his wild fury for a few more minutes, then throw herself into it blindly and fuck him as hard as he was fucking her.
He moaned, fighting the urge to pummel her shapely ass into the bed. His cock felt as if it might burst at any moment. He stopped with it rooted deep in her twitching sheath. He panted through clenched teeth, getting his wind back, struggling to beat back his climax.
She reached a point just short of the summit and slid back down to a plateau. Her mind whirled with lust. She could no longer control her emotions. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yowled, nearly loony with randy agitation. Twisting and pitching wildly, she slammed her cunt into his groin. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!"
He bucked against her, forced her lunging body down, drove her twisting ass into the bed. "When I'm ready," he gasped. He didn't sound as confident as before. Her fabulous cunt relentlessly sapped his ability to control his own excitement.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she wailed desperately. She bucked and twisted, trying to goad him into fucking her. He had her pinned helplessly to the bed, and she couldn't do a damn thing to counter him. She squeezed his cock fiercely with her cunt muscles. "Come on, Daddy, fuck me!"
He waited, mentally battling his passion with all his strength. Her cunt pulsated, caressed his cock, swamped his shaft in an ocean of warm pussy cream. An expression of passion-crazed, blissful agony contorted her beautiful face. He marveled at the eroticism she exuded. Inexorably, he lost the battle, capitulated to her lust, surrendered to her grasping cunt.
He bellowed, yanked his cock out to the tip, then rammed back in to his balls. He stopped struggling and raced like a maniac to the summit. His hips lunged in a blinding sequence of hard, fast fucks.
"Oh, yes!" she screamed with relief. "Fuck meee!"
Her urgent cry penetrated his skull and rattled around in his brain like a ball of hot lead. He gave her several more long, powerful strokes with his hard shaft. Then he shortened his strokes and fucked her ruthlessly. He whipped them into a mindless frenzy, propelled them to the peak simultaneously.
She matched his powerful thrusts, smashing her crotch into his groin as he pounded her ass ferociously into the bed. She loved it!
She gurgled and howled, "I'm cummmming!" She soared into oblivion, spiraled into the whirling vortex of orgasm.
He grunted and increased his fucking lunges until his hips were virtually a moving blur. He watched her as long as he could, reveling in her joyous rapture. He had never seen a more erotic sight. He fucked her as hard as he could and lost the last vestige of control.
"Here it is, baby," he howled in triumph. His vision blurred. He rammed his prick to the hilt and shuddered as it erupted harshly. Thick streams of jizz spurted deep into her gulping pussy.
"Oh, Daddy, I feel your cum shooting into me!" she screamed. More, Daddy! More! Fuck me harder!" She thrashed and bucked and lunged, totally consumed with lust. "Aaahhh! Ooohhh! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your daughter out of her fucking mind!"
He summoned the last of his strength and began to fuck her relentlessly again. The lascivious two-backed beast scuffled on the bed, held in the fierce grip of blinding lustful fulfillment. She grappled with him, took his frantic fucking and lunged back at him, grinding her clit against his hairy groin when their bodies met.
The river of hot thick cum spurting from his prick triggered another series of orgasms. They washed over her already exhausted body, took her to the edge of insanity. Her legs flew into the air and wrapped around his waist. Her heels drummed against his back as she went over the edge again. She shuddered and bucked and twisted, then crumpled beneath him, trembling all over.
He lay on top of her, crushing her lithe body under him, still ramming her ass into the bed with his fucking rod. Her pulsating pussy continued to pull on his prick, sucking the last drop of cum from him, completely emptying his balls.
He plunged his cock into her boiling snatch one last time and left his worn-out tool deep in her cunt as he caught his breath.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy!" she whispered. She listened to her fast beating heart, holding him tight as the exciting sensations slowly ebbed. Her legs and arms fell to the bed with a soft thud. "Heaven!" she breathed. "Pure heaven!"
"The best, baby. The absolute best!" He rolled onto his back. "Wonder if we disturbed the neighbors."
Heather giggled, happily sated. "I don't care if we did." She sighed. "I need something to eat."
"You might have to work to get anything out of it," he said.
She sat up and flicked his cock with the end of her finger. "Food, Daddy, food!" she laughed. "I'll suck you off later. Cum has no food value. It isn't fattening, but it doesn't relieve hunger pangs either. You rustle up something while I clean up. I hope the load you dumped in me doesn't clog the pipes."
Heather sauntered into the living room, nearly purring with contentment. Keith had laid out assorted cheeses, crusty bread and strawberries on the coffee table. A bottle of chilled white wine sat in a cooler. She sat down across from him and began eating.
"You have a magnificent body," he said. "Being naked doesn't bother you, does it?"
She popped a strawberry into her mouth and munched it down before replying. "Why should it? We just finished fucking. Should I put on clothes to eat, then take them off again when I suck you off?"
"You are one of a kind, honey. God help me for saying it, but I like fucking you."
"I like fucking you, Daddy. Society would frown on us, but what do they know? I'm not exactly inexperienced, but I haven't met another man who satisfies me the way you do."
"That might lead to complications, you know," he said. "You won't met eligible bachelors in my bed."
"Never know," she quipped with a giggle.
"Suppose I meet someone I want to marry?"
"I know what you're saying, Daddy. I don't intend to take up all of your time. I'll still date, and you should too. We can work out an arrangement that's satisfactory to both of us. If you're interested."
"You are a master of understatement." He ate a piece of cheese, a hunk of bread, and drank some wine. "What about Connie?"
"What about her?" Heather replied, pretending she didn't understand what he wanted to know.
"You said she isn't too successful with men, so you take care of her."
"No reason I can't continue to do so. As necessary. I get something out of it, too, you know. She dates once in a while." She paused and methodically chewed a hunk of bread. "If she doesn't turn you off completely, you could do her and me a big favor by dating her now and then."
"She doesn't turn me off at all. I'm just not sure how to act with her."
"The way you do me, Daddy. But you can't ever tell her that you fuck me." She grinned. "Both of you know you're going to fuck, so you can relax and have fun."
"I don't often go out with a sure thing," he laughed. "I usually feel that I have to persuade a woman to go to bed with me."
"Remember what I told you about men talking themselves out of pussy, Daddy. Randy girls have a little secret. We like to be treated like a princess in public and a courtesan in private. You can read girls pretty well, Daddy. You know when you should take charge, and when we want to run the show."
"You make it sound so simple."
"It is, Daddy. Oh, I'm sure you run into lots of girls who want to play games. They probably aren't worth the time and effort it takes to get in their pants. Game players, whether they're guys or girls, are usually self-centered. It never dawns on them to give as much as they get."
"You're wise beyond your years," he said. "You're certainly not the girl I sent away to college."
"All learning doesn't come from books, Daddy. Although certain books and movies help. I'm going to find a girl to do a threesome with us. I got so turned on watching you fuck Gina."
"Be careful, honey," he cautioned.
"I know. Finding one isn't the real problem. You fucking both of us will be. Whomever I find will have to be as wild as I am. You'll have to stay celibate for about a week, and I don't know if I can stand that. Maybe I'll just feed you lots of oysters so you can handle both of us at the same time." She ate one last strawberry and took a sip of wine. "Now, want me to see if I can suck something tasty out of your gorgeous cock?"
"As I said, honey, you are a master of understatement!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Heather and B.B. lay on lounges by the pool Friday afternoon, baking their hide.
"This is some place," B.B. said. "Your daddy must be rich."
"Well, not rich exactly, but successful," Heather replied. "From hard, honest work. I'm very proud of him."
"You ought to be. You've never invited me home with you. I thought you didn't like me."
"You know better than that," Heather said. "I don't have an excuse for not inviting you before. We've never fucked in front of each other either. Wonder how we let that happen. You really get with it when I suck your pussy. If you like to ride cock half as well, you'll be a sight to watch."
"Believe me, I love to ride cock!" B.B. laughed. "We'll have to do something about that omission soon." She sat up and looked around. "Is it safe to take off my top?"
"Sure. No one can see over the fence." Heather sat up, took off her bra, thought for a moment, then took off her bottom. "Might as well get some sun on my ass. It's as white as a sheet. Haven't had much chance to soak up rays lately."
"You have a beautiful ass," B.B. said.
"So do you, darling," Heather said. "We would really give a guy a fit if we double-teamed him, wouldn't we?"
B.B. giggled. "Wouldn't we ever! Why don't you pick out a guy and we'll put it to a test? I would love to watch you fuck."
"I just might do that," Heather said. She wondered if she dare suggest a threesome with her father. "Do you like group sex?"
"Oh, yes, with the right people. Does your daddy date girls our age?"
"Yes, sometimes. Why?"
"Would he date me, do you think? What I really want to know is, how he would feel if I asked him for a date?"
"He would probably be flattered. I didn't know you were interested in him."
"May I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure."
"Would it upset you if I went to bed with him?"
"That isn't so personal," Heather replied. "Who he boffs is his business. He's a sexy, virile man. I'm sure he likes sex."
"I hope so," B.B. said. "I prefer older men."
"I understand that. I get so tired of the stupid games guys our age play."
"May I ask you a question that is very personal?"
"Okay. I won't answer if I don't want to."
"Fair enough. What would you say if I told you that I would like to do a threesome with you and your father? Don't answer until I tell you a little story.
"I was home for the summer between my freshman and sophomore year of college. My favorite girl cousin, Janet, had eyes for my brother. He's three years older than I am. At our family reunion that year, she asked me to help her get him alone so she could fuck him. I didn't see why I should do all the work and not get in on the fun, so I told her I would if she would help me fuck her brother. I didn't know at the time that she did it with girls, too. We sealed our pact with a kiss, and she surprised me with her tongue.
"After we ate and the adults were sitting around half-asleep, we lured the guys up to my bedroom and told them what we wanted. We had to do it in my bed right beside each other, but they didn't care. Horny young men will fuck anything, anywhere, any time. Janet and I lay close together so our bodies touched while her brother fucked me and my brother fucked her. I thought that was just about the wildest thing I had ever done. Janet said we could do something wilder. She suggested the guys swap and each brother fuck his own sister. They did, but they were nervous as hell about getting caught. As soon as they finished, they took off.
"Janet and I stayed there and she taught me about licking clit. A couple of guys had kissed my pussy to induce me to suck cock, but no one had actually eaten me out. God, I thought I had died and gone to heaven! I didn't know I was a screamer until she sucked me off. I had to hold a pillow over my face to muffle my screams. Since then, no man can get his cock in me until he sucks me off."
"That's an exciting story," Heather said. "It tells me how you found out that you like girls, but I don't know what it has to do with me."
"I still fuck my brother," Janet said. "Two or three times a month, at least. Once in a while, we find a girl who won't spill her guts and do a threesome with her."
"Would you like to stay for dinner?" Heather asked.
"Does that mean what I think it does?"
Heather chuckled softly. "It means exactly what you think it does. Let's oil each other. If redheads aren't careful, we don't tan, we burn. Sunburns limit what a girl can do with a guy. And I have some wonderful plans for us."
B.B.'s nipples hardened the instant Heather touched her. When it was her turn to oil Heather, she had to fight the urge to go down on her. Heather pretended to ignore her arousal.
Heather kept track of the time. If Daddy came home and caught them sunbathing naked, it would spoil her plans. After about an hour of baking, she sat up.
"Let's take a shower, darling, so we'll be nice and fresh when Keith comes home."
"Together?" B.B. asked.
"Okay." Heather picked up her bikini. I wanted her to have a keen edge for later, but what the hell! It might work just as well if I get her off and keep her interest high. "Come on."
B.B. felt racy walking into the house naked. She knew she was going to feel a lot more risque in a little while.
They got in the shower and Heather ogled B.B.'s body. She had seen the girl naked lots of times, but it always excited her. She put her hand between B.B.'s legs and rubbed her wet pussy. "Your sexy body excites me," she said softly. She cupped the brunette's tits and licked her nipples.
"I get so hot when you touch me," B.B. murmured.
"I'm a decadent, exciting girl," Heather said with a giggle.
Heather hugged the luscious brunette. The feel of their tits and pussy mounds rubbing made her blood race faster and hotter. She squirmed around until their slits were touching and gyrated gently. She put her hands under B.B.'s foxy ass, cupped her well-rounded buttocks and pulled her crotch forward.
B.B. put her arms around Heather's neck. "Don't get me off," she said quickly. "I want to stay right on the edge until we do our threesome. The hungrier I get, the wilder I get."
"Let's wash the oil off and get out."
They washed each other simultaneously, using their bare hands and passing the soap back and forth. They tittered and fondled and caressed and kissed, barely managing to get each other clean. They dried each other the same way, leaving steaks of water in their haste to get out of the bathroom.
Heather took B.B.'s hand and led her to the bedroom.
"I want to kiss your pussy," B.B. said. "Just to get my motor revving a little faster."
Heather sat on the bed and opened her legs. B.B. gave her a light kiss on the lips, then sank to her knees.
"Down she goes," Heather whispered.
"Sweeter words were never spoken," B.B. quipped. She gazed lovingly into Heather's furry crotch. "Hmmm, that hairy thing looks good enough to eat."
"God, I hope so!" Heather replied.
"Ummm, your pussy is so wet," B.B. murmured. "Is that sweet juice for me?"
B.B. chuckled happily. She kissed the smooth flesh on the inside of Heather's satiny thighs, then licked her sweet snatch. Heather moaned softly and hunched her twat at B.B's mouth.
"Do it, baby!" Heather hissed. "Suck my cunt!"
"No, you have to wait," B.B. replied.
"You're mean," Heather sighed.
"Suppose your daddy doesn't want to fuck me?" B.B. asked.
"Believe me, he'll want to fuck you!" Heather assured her. "We'll keep him in the dark for a while, just to make it more interesting."
"I'm always so nervous when I'm going to fuck a guy the first time. Is there something special you want me to do?"
"Lie down and spread your legs," Heather quipped. "Follow my lead, and everything will work out just fine."
"You're sure you don't mind?" B.B. asked, surprised by Heather's casual attitude. "Why would he want to fuck me if he doesn't want to fuck you? You're prettier and sexier."
"You want it all right out in the open, don't you?"
"I want to be sure that I'm not going to get you in trouble."
"You won't. Daddy's been fucking me a couple of weeks. I came home one night and walked in on him fucking his date. A young woman, by the way, about our age. I made up my mind that I had to have him. I'm pretty sure he wanted me, but couldn't bring himself to make the first move. I just crawled in bed with him and told him that he had to fuck me."
"What was his reaction?"
"He hesitated all of two or three seconds," Heather laughed. "Now, I'd better hustle my ass downstairs and start dinner. Want to give me a hand?" She got up and headed for the door.
"Like this?" B.B. teased, indicating her nudity.
Heather stopped and looked at her own body. "Oh, no, I guess not. I bought a pair of gold lame lounging pajamas to wear for a special occasion. This is about as special as it gets."
"I'll have to put my skirt and blouse back on," B.B. said.
"You look very sexy in a miniskirt and a silk blouse, darling," Heather said. "Forget the underwear. Daddy likes to watch tits jiggle. And he'll go ape over your sexy legs."
Heather went down the stairs behind B.B. She patted her on the ass and said, "Foxy ass, darling."
"Don't get my blood hot again," B.B. laughed. "Just trying to keep your interest up, darling."
"My interest is already sky high!"
"I'll burn some steaks and nuke some spuds," Heather said. "You make a big salad. You'll find everything you need in the crisper."
"You'll love fucking Daddy," Heather said. "He has a gorgeous cock-big and thick and long. You've probably never had a bigger one. He can read a girl's mood, and know just how to treat her."
"He isn't one of those guys who fucks, then feels guilt afterward, is he?"
"Oh, no! He doesn't force a woman to do anything she doesn't like, so he has no reason to feel guilty." She cocked her head to one side. "I heard a car." She took B.B.'s hand. "Come on, let's go greet my daddy."
"I'm nervous," B.B. said. "What do I call him?"
"Keith is his name. That's as good as anything."
"Maybe I'll call him Daddy. Then I can pretend that I'm living one of my fantasies."
"Oho!" Heather laughed. "I'm not the only one, huh?"
They met Keith in the living room. He looked a little uncertain when he saw B.B. Heather gave him a light kiss on the lips, and he looked more uncertain. She grinned mischievously and turned toward B.B.
"Daddy, this is B.B., my very special friend. She's going to have dinner with us. B.B., this is my father, Keith."
B.B. held out her hand. Keith took her trembling hand, raised it to his lips, and kissed the back. "Why do I have the feeling that my naughty daughter is up to something?" He held her hand and observed her with a twinkle in his eye.
"Because she's mischievous?" B.B. laughed.
"You two get acquainted while I finish dinner," Heather said. "We're having grilled steaks, baked potato and salad, Daddy."
Keith held B.B.'s hand, led her to the couch and seated her. "Would you like something to drink? I have a good stock of the usual, and I'm a pretty good bartender."
"Wine?"
"Wine it is. Heather said we're having steaks, so how about a nice claret?"
"Whatever," B.B. replied. "I don't know much about wine."
"Maybe I can teach you a couple of things," he said, leaving the interpretation open. "Claret is best served room temperature, which means about fifty-eight degrees or so. I have to go down to the basement and get it. I'll be right back."
Keith stuck his head in the kitchen and said to Heather, "What are you up to?"
"I'm fixing dinner, Daddy," she replied, feigning innocence.
"You're something else," he laughed.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
B.B. waited a couple of moments, then went to the kitchen. "Oh, Heather, he's so handsome! Do you really think he'll fuck me?"
"The twinkle in his eye says he can hardly wait, darling," Heather replied, smiling brightly. "We're going to have loads of fun."
"Oh, I hope so!" B.B. exclaimed softly.
She gave Heather a big wink and hurried back to the living room before Keith returned. Oh, I'm so glad Heather thinks her daddy wants to fuck me! God, he's so handsome! And so debonair. When she sat down, she let her short skirt ride up and crossed her legs to display most of one shapely thigh. I think my legs are my best feature. Might as well show him a little of what I have to offer and begin tantalizing him. Should I open a couple of buttons and show him more cleavage? No, better not. Don't want to go overboard. God, I'm shameless! But I don't care! I want to fuck him and Heather together. She shivered with horny delight. God, fucking a girl and her daddy! How kinky! I love kinky!
Keith returned with a bottle of wine. He uncorked it deftly and splashed some into a glass. He took a sip and said, "Ummm, delicious." He poured two glasses, gave B.B. one, and sat across from her. His eyes instantly went to her exposed thigh. "Heather said that you're a very special friend. Exactly what does that mean?"
B.B. smiled coyly. She uncrossed her legs and left them open. "We have a lot in common," she said.
"That could mean almost anything."
B.B. sipped her wine. "Ummm, this is good. I would like for you to teach me about wine. And anything else you think will help me make my way in that big old cruel world out there." She followed his gaze and let her legs fall open a little further.
He sipped his wine and looked between her legs. He thought he saw a luxuriant brown bush, but wasn't sure. It could be just the shadow of her dress or dark panties. "Heather's a good cook," he said.
As soon as he said it, he realized how foolish it sounded. He didn't know what else to say. He thought he knew what his daughter was up to. He wondered how she found such a foxy, ravishing girl who would keep her mouth shut about their situation.
B.B. took another sip of wine and parted her legs a little more. He's trying to hide it, but he's trying to look up my skirt. What little there is of it to look up! I wonder if he knows he's looking at my pussy. I'm glad Heather reminded me not to wear panties. At least I know he's interested. In a few minutes, I'll open my legs a little more and see what he does.
"Heather is very good at a lot of things," she said.
"Yes, I believe that," he replied. "I learn more about my daughter every day."
"That could mean anything," B.B. laughed, mimicking his earlier comment. She glanced at his crotch, tried to picture his cock. She couldn't tell much. If looking at her pussy had any effect on him, it wasn't showing. "You can be very proud of your daughter. She's intelligent and compassionate and witty and charming and a hundred other adjectives. Half of her genes come from you, remember."
"I am very proud of her," he replied. "Sometimes, she tries to shock me, but I'm very proud of her."
If you think she's tried to shock you before, just wait! B.B. deliberately squirmed and opened her legs a little further. She drank the last of her wine and held out her glass for a refill.
"B.B. is an unusual name for a girl," Keith said. "How did you come by it?"
"Some guys think it stands for Betty Boobs." She surreptitiously arched her back to make her tits stand out more. Her erect nipples showed plainly. "It's actually Betty Brooks. Betty is a common name in my family. My mother, her mother, and two cousins are named Betty. Daddy started calling me B.B. as a baby to help cut down on the confusion. Is it okay if I call you Daddy? Heather does, and I don't want to make her uncomfortable by calling you Keith."
He lifted one eyebrow. He knew why she wanted to call him Daddy. He also knew what his daughter was up to.
"Sure, I don't mind."
Heather stuck her head around the corner and said, "Daddy, I'm going to burn the meat. You have ten minutes. Why don't you take a quick shower?"
B.B. put her glass on the coffee table and stood. Her skirt stayed around the top of her thighs. She left it for a moment so Keith would know he had been looking at her pussy. She looked at him, smiled coyly, and pushed it down. "I'd better help Heather get dinner on the table."
"Yeah," Keith said, his voice husky. He cleared his throat. "You are a beautiful young woman, B.B."
"Thank you, Daddy. It's nice of you to notice."
Heather watched the interplay with amusement. "He would have to be blind not to notice," she quipped. "He could see how sexy you are even if he was impotent. And you aren't impotent, are you, Daddy?"
Keith shook his head and chuckled. "I'm onto your little game," he said.
"Since you like your meat half-raw, you'd better get a move on."
Heather looked at B.B. and grinned. B.B. raised her arms over her head and did a little bump and grind.
"You like, huh?" Heather said.
"Oh, yeah!" B.B. agreed. "I'm glad you invited me to stay for dinner. I'm even happier that you want me to do a threesome with you and Daddy. Who gets him first?"
"You're the guest, darling," Heather replied.
"You aren't going to interrupt before I get off, are you?"
"God, no!" Heather said. "I want to watch you cum on his big cock."
B.B. grabbed Heather's hand and dragged her into the kitchen. She turned her around and gave her a big hug. "Oh, fuck, darling, I'm so happy," she whispered. "I hope Daddy can fuck all night. I'm so fucking turned on, I can hardly stand it! Are we going to do each other while he watches?"
"Darling, we are going to do everything we can think of! Things that will make your head swim."
"My pussy is already wet enough to swim in!" B.B. replied with a lusty chuckle.
"Help me get everything on the table. The sooner we eat, the sooner we can play."
"Wish we had time for you to eat me right now," B.B. said.
"No way, darling," Heather replied. "You're just the way I want you. Supercharged and raring to fuck."
They put the last of the food on the table just as Keith returned, wearing a polo shirt, casual slacks and sandals.
"Well, I timed it just right, didn't I?" he said.
Heather said, "B.B., you sit there and I'll sit across from you." She held the chair at the head of the table for her daddy.
"Well, it isn't often a lady holds my chair for me," he said. "Especially such a pretty young lady."
"About time you noticed," Heather said with a grin.
"Oh, I've noticed, honey."
Heather winked at B.B., then went to her chair. Keith poured the wine. Heather put the biggest steak on his plate and filled his salad bowl.
"Hmmm, good steak, and the salad is delicious," he said.
"B.B. made the salad," Heather said.
"Why don't you stop the charades, honey?" Keith said.
"I have no idea what you mean, Daddy?" Heather said.
B.B. stuck her leg across the table and rubbed her bare foot on Heather's shin. They smiled and exchanged covert winks. B.B. knew the time was nigh and the fun would soon begin. Heather checked their plates and saw they were finished. She pushed her chair back and stood. Her bare, heavy tits swayed enticingly. Her blood heated up when she thought about what she and B.B. were going to do with her daddy.
"I'll put the dishes in the dishwasher," she said. "We can have coffee and brandy in the living room."
"I'll help," B.B. volunteered.
Keith got up and went into the living room without speaking. He, too, knew the fun was about to begin. His cock twitched and the temperature of his blood went up a few degrees.
Heather loaded a tray with coffee and brandy and carried it to the living room. She and B.B. sat on the couch, close enough for their thighs to touch.
B.B. sat up very straight, thrusting her tits out, showing them off for both Heather and Keith. She took a deep breath, drinking in Heather's aroma. She was so fragrant and looked terribly delicious.
Heather moved her knee and let it brush against B.B.'s. B.B. set her brandy glass down with shaky hands and thrust her tits out a little farther. The large mounds strained against the clingy material of her top, looking as if they might burst free any second. She returned the pressure of Heather's knee.
Keith drank his coffee and brandy and watched silently. His daughter had planned something special, and he wasn't going to interject himself and spoil it.
B.B. put her arm around Heather's shoulders and snuggled closer. She pushed her right tit against Heather's upper arm. A sweet ache spread from her crotch up to her tits. Juice gushed into her hot cleft. She opened her legs and her short skirt rode up her thighs.
Heather glanced at her daddy and smiled sexily. She turned her face toward B.B. Her hand dropped to B.B.'s lap and glided smoothly between the brunette's thighs. She aimed her mouth at B.B.'s.
Their tongues touched and their lips came together slowly. B.B.'s lips were deliciously provocative. Heather's fingers teased the silken flesh between B.B.'s knee and crotch. She ran her tongue deep into B.B.'s mouth and put her hand over the brunette's pussy mound.
"Oooooo," B.B. breathed.
Knowing that Keith was watching them make out excited her, more than she had been excited in a long time. She caressed Heather's abundant tits through the shimmery pajama top. She thrust her cunt at Heather's hand and squeezed her thighs on the redhead's arm. She sucked on Heather's tongue. Her stinging clit popped up.
Heather put her palm over B.B.'s warm snatch. Her nipples grew hard under the deft twiddling of B.B.'s fingers. Her clit erected and shot hot thrills up her cunt. Making out with this brunette in front of her daddy was awesome.
B.B.'s full, sensuous lips writhed over Heather's. Her tongue fluttered delightfully in the redhead's mouth. Their hands roamed impatiently over each other. They savored and stroked and felt, letting the anticipation build. Heather rubbed her palm over B.B.'s cunt mound.
Heather nibbled B.B.'s puffy lower lips and rubbed her mound. "Your pussy is so hot!" she whispered.
"I'm so turned on, I'm about to burst," B.B. said breathlessly.
She looked at Keith through misty eyes and hunched her cunt at Heather's hand. She reached into the top of Heather's pajamas and slowly lifted one swollen tit mound through the opening. The pink nipple peaked voluptuously as Heather thrust her chest out.
"Magnificent," B.B. breathed. "I love the way it stands up by itself. Your long, thick nipples really turn me on."
"Take the other one out," Heather said hoarsely. "I love to have them handled."
"And I'm just the girl to do it!" B.B. giggled as she lifted the redhead's other hefty tit out of the pajama top.
Heather lay back and gazed lovingly at her daddy as B.B. caressed her tits and licked her nipples. Then she sat up and unbuttoned B.B.'s blouse. She turned B.B. toward Keith and pushed her blouse open.
"Look at her tits, Daddy. Aren't they simply beautiful?" She cupped the brunette's tits and pointed the stiff nipples at her father.
Keith looked long and hard. His cock stiffened and fought with his pants. "Outstanding," he said softly.
"I hope that isn't a pun," Heather laughed.
"I think my legs are my best feature, but my tits aren't so bad, are they?" B.B. said.
"They're splendid, dear," he replied.
Heather ran her hand around and over one of B.B.'s large tits, then tweaked the stiff nipple. "Don't those pretty things look so suckable?" she said softly.
"B.B., are you doing this voluntarily? You didn't let my daughter talk you into something, did you? I know how persuasive she can be."
"I talked her into it," B.B. quickly assured him. "If you're not interested, I'll understand. I'll be very disappointed, but I'll understand."
"You've been around my daughter too long," Keith said. "She's a master of understatement, too." He stared candidly at her luscious bare tits and reflexively licked his lips. The thought of seeing her naked, of fucking such a stimulating young woman, hit him in the gut like an iron fist. More blood flowed into his cock, energizing it. He cleared his throat. "Shall we go to bed?"
A devilish little smile played around B.B.'s sexy mouth. "Naw," she replied. "Let's start right here." She got up and walked slowly, seductively, to Keith's chair. "Just think of me as your dessert after a fine meal." She unzipped his pants and extracted his erect prick. "Gorgeous," she said softly. She wrapped her dainty fist around the shaft and stroked it gently. "You've been having naughty thoughts about someone, haven't you?"
"You know who," he husked. He looked at his daughter. "What about Heather?"
"What about her? She's a big girl. She can take care of herself." She giggled at her play on words. "Or maybe not. Depends on how things go." She released his prick and pulled her dress up around her waist. "See, you were looking at my pussy earlier." She paused for a moment so he could look at her luxuriant brown bush.
"I thought so," Keith said.
She leaned back and looked at him with one eyebrow arched. "Your gorgeous cock tells me something turned you on, and there's no one here but us chickens." She pressed his cock against her slit with one hand." His cock swelled and throbbed under her palm. "Or, should I say, chicks?"
He wanted to fuck the horny young brunette so badly his balls ached. "You must think I'm a dirty old man," he said.
B.B. giggled. I know you're not a dirty old man. But you are a real stud who knows what to do with his gorgeous cock."
"And just how do you know that?"
"Heather told me."
"This is like a bizarre dream," he said. "My own daughter setting me up with a piece of ass."
"It can be as bizarre as you like, Daddy. We're all going to have a great time with each other."
"Just as I suspected," he said.
B.B. rubbed the head of his cock through her slit as she arched her back and pointed her stiff nipples at him. "Don't you like my tits?" she asked softly. "They aren't as big as Heather's, but they aren't bad, are they?" She neither knew nor cared that she had already said essentially the same thing.
He stared at the large globes of mammary flesh and his mouth watered. "They're awesome, honey," he said softly.
"Then why aren't you kissing them and playing with them? Heather won't be upset if you fuck me first. She said so." She stuck the head of his cock in her slick hole and hunched her ass forward. "Ummmmmm, fucking my girlfriend's daddy is a real kick." She squirmed her ass gently. "I love to fuck, Daddy. Don't deny me now. If I don't get off, I'll simply die."
"Well, we can't have that, can we?"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Keith touched the tip of his tongue to a dusky tit bud. B.B. shivered and pushed her tit forward. He took the hard nipple between his lips. He sucked greedily a few seconds, then released it and sucked the other nipple.
"Ummm, your nipples taste good," he muttered around the thick bud.
"Your hard cock feels wonderful in my pussy, Daddy. Awesome." She squeezed her cunt muscles around the shaft, then began to hump and twist faster. "Got to cum, Daddy," she whispered. "Just sit still and let me play. Don't cum yet, okay?"
"Okay," he grunted.
She put her arms around his neck and pushed her tits into his face. She held on tightly and rocked her hips. He held the shapely cheeks of her ass with both hands and let her set the pace.
Heather watched from the kitchen door, getting hotter by the second. B.B. made eye contact with her and smiled dreamily. She squirmed and bucked faster. An expression of feverish, hedonistic excitement replaced the dreamy smile on her beautiful face.
"I'm cumming!" she announced to one and all.
She didn't have to tell Heather. She could tell from the brunette's face and rapid body movements. She didn't have to tell Keith, either. He could tell from the way her tight young sheath spasmed around his prick.
B.B. rode out the storm in her cunt, then slid from Keith's lap and knelt in front of him. "Now I'm going to make you real happy," she said huskily. "Going to make your magnificent cock feel so good." With deft fingers, she unbuckled his belt and opened the top button of his pants. "Lift your ass," she said.
She yanked his pants down his legs and over his feet. She pushed his knees apart and stared at his cock. His haughty organ stood proudly in full erection. The tip of her pink tongue frolicked over her lips as she contemplated how the hefty hunk of male meat would feel in her mouth. She closed her fist loosely around the shiny, swollen head. She rubbed it lightly with her palm as her other hand slid down to cup his balls. She gazed hungrily at his prick, her mouth already watering for the taste.
Heather crossed quietly to the couch and sat down. Her fingers fumbled impatiently as she unbuttoned the top of her pajamas and pushed it off her shoulders, baring her upper body so she could get at her tits.
Keith stared down at the stunning brunette, unaware of anything but the lust gripping him. The muscles in his thighs trembled from the touch of her tender hands on his cock and balls. His cock throbbed and twitched in her hand, keeping time with the ponderous beat of his heart.
She bent lower and touched her lush red lips to the head of his cock. He sucked his breath in sharply and quivered. He wondered if this sensual young woman sucked cock as well as his daughter. His breath came in gasping gusts as he waited, the suspense building by the second.
B.B.'s enchanting pink tongue slithered slowly out of her mouth and circled his cockhead, then stabbed at the tiny slit in the tip, provoking an emotion that made his heart flutter. He swallowed hard, panted raucously and hunched his prick at her mouth. She murmured with joy, opened her mouth wide and let his cock slide in.
"A cock tastes so much better when it's coated with pussy juice," Heather said quietly.
Keith stared at his daughter. She was sitting demurely across the room, bare from the waist up. His eyes followed her hands as she fondled her formidable tits. His mouth moved, but not a word came out.
Blood burned through his body like hot lava as B.B.'s sexy, watery mouth engulfed his cock. She cuddled his heavily veined shaft in both hands and curled her tongue around the head several times. Then she opened her mouth wider and let his cock slide deeper, until the tip bumped the back of her throat.
His body twitched as she sealed her lips around his shaft and sucked enthusiastically. She tried to squash the head of his cock flat between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Saliva flooded her mouth and dribbled down the shaft of his throbbing prick. She gurgled with happiness and swallowed noisily as she bobbed her head up and down.
The sight of the lascivious young woman on her knees eagerly gobbling his cock right in front of his daughter made the electrifying sensations flowing through him doubly intense. He watched his wanton daughter fondle her tits and dabble in her pussy, and thought he might go out of his mind with lust.
Heather wiggled out of her pajama pants. She moved to the other end of the couch so she had a better view of her horny girlfriend sucking her daddy's dick. Coincidentally, she gave him a better view of her. She spread her legs, put her hand in her crotch, and agitated her clit in earnest. "Is she a good cocksucker, Daddy?" she asked, her voice low, filled with passion.
"Fabulous," he breathed, his eyes darting between his daughter and B.B. His daughter was a lot more devious than he previously suspected.
"I'm going to cum, Daddy," Heather said. "Will you watch me?"
He nodded quickly, eagerly. "I'll watch you, baby," he said softly.
"I'll cum so much better with you watching," she said.
His mind wallowed in the dizzying sensations driving him rapidly toward the rapturous peak of a climax. His cum slowly ballooned into a seething burden in his nuts. The more the provocative young brunette sucked, the higher the wave of euphoria surged. He fought to hold it back, to delay the inevitable as long as possible. He had to watch his daughter strum her clit and enjoy B.B.'s avid mouth on his cock. He clenched his teeth and clamped a firm control over his emotions.
B.B.'s head bobbed up and down faster. The head of his prick went from deep in her mouth to just inside her lips, then back into her throat again. Her tongue pressed his knob against the roof of her mouth. The liquefied sounds spilling from her mouth became louder and more frantic.
The burden of his orgasm became so intense that every muscle in his body quivered. He struggled to keep from cumming. He wanted the remarkable feeling to last all night. He knew he was fighting a losing battle. Soon, very soon, she was going to get her a hot mouthful of cum.
B.B. suddenly lifted her head. His cock slid slowly from her mouth, as if reluctant to leave those gratifying confines. Keith stared into her angelic face, clenching his teeth as he willed his craving to subside. He breathed a somber sigh of relief as the urgency relented. Tenderly, she caressed the head of his cock with her palm and slowly ran her tongue up and down the stiff shaft.
"You almost came, didn't you, Daddy?" she murmured.
"Almost," he panted hoarsely. "Can't hold out much longer. You have an extraordinary mouth."
"I'm glad you like the way I suck cock. Heather is probably a better cocksucker." B.B. grinned. "But I do my best. You can cum in a minute," she crooned as she fondled his cock with her tongue. "Will you cum a lot for me if I make your cock feel really good?"
"If you make it feel any better, I won't be able to stand it."
"Cum in my mouth, please. I want to swallow your sweet juice."
"How much do you want?" he croaked.
"Oh, about a gallon will do. Empty your nuts for me, okay?"
The trembling murmur of her voice became muffled as she moved her lips down his cock and pressed them to his balls. Pulling one big orb into her mouth, she rolled it around, then sucked the other one. Releasing the nut, she lapped at his scrotum with swift strokes of her tongue.
"Will watching me jack off help you cum more, Daddy?" Heather asked.
He stared at his devious daughter, his eyes glazed with lust. Tendrils of fire roared through him, bringing his arousal back to the brink. He couldn't believe he was sitting there, calmly watching his daughter play with her tits and diddle her clit while her girlfriend sucked him off.
Well, not so calmly. He didn't know how he had let these two stunning, lascivious young women, one of them his own daughter, seduce him into such a lewd situation. And couldn't have cared less at the moment. He had to cum. At least he knew B.B. wanted him to cum in her mouth. And he was going to fill her mouth to the brim!
B.B. dragged her tongue up the shaft of his cock, making it tremble and jerk. She looked up at him as she lapped his cockhead.
"Show us how much cum you can give me, darling," she murmured. "Heather wants to watch you cum in my mouth. And I want to feel your sweet cream shooting into my mouth. You are going to give me lots of cum to eat, aren't you?"
"Yeah, oh God, yeah, honey. Loads of it."
She gripped the shaft of his cock with both hands, one above the other. She opened her mouth wide and lowered her head again. She adapted her mouth to fit his cock. She thrust her head down abruptly, shoving the head of his cock into the back of her throat and stretching her lips tight around the base of his thick stem.
She bobbed her head aggressively, stimulating him full tilt, driving him toward his climax. Her actions left no doubt she meant what she said about eating his cum.
"I'm going to cum, Daddy!" Heather groaned. Her ass started bouncing up and down on the couch. "Watch me cum, Daddy!" she yelled. "Oh, God, Daddy, it feels so fucking good to cum! I love to cum, Daddy! I'm going to cum so hard for you!"
The muscles in his thighs knotted and quivered as he stared at his licentious daughter. A groaning sigh burst from his lips as B.B.'s steamy mouth slid up and down his cock. The tension of the approaching orgasm swelled higher, demanding immediate release. Her head moved faster and faster. He struggled to hold his climax back. Her zealous cocksucking defeated him. He stared at Heather as a strong quiver raced through his body, and let his cum fly.
Jism gushed into B.B.'s mouth in thick gobs. She gurgled with happiness, swallowed quickly and continued to bob her head rapidly up and down. Cum flowed from his cock in a steady stream, filling her mouth.
She squeezed and pulled his dick with one hand, milking it. She reached between his thighs with her other hand to knead his balls. She couldn't swallow fast enough to catch his full load of cum. Globules seeped from the corners of her mouth and trickled down her chin.
Abruptly, his cock shriveled into a tube of limp flesh. Instead of spitting out his flaccid organ, she rolled it around in her mouth, eating every last little dab of his cum. He sucked in air in great gulps as she treated his cock with tender, loving care.
She let his limp joy stick slide from her mouth. She held it in her palm and gazed at it lovingly. She kissed the head tenderly, then looked at him, beaming with satisfaction for a job well done. "Was it good, Daddy? Do you like the way I suck cock?"
"God, honey, if you had done it any better, you would have driven me crazy." He glanced at Heather. She smiled impishly, took her hand out of her crotch and spread her legs wide so he could see her pussy. He shook his head in wonder and looked back down at the audacious young brunette kneeling between his legs. "What about you, honey?"
"Oh, don't fret, Daddy," B.B. giggled. "You're going to get me." She licked her lips daintily, then smacked them loudly. "You taste good. You must have squirted a cupful down my throat."
"The better the blow job, the more I cum, so that was a testimonial to your skill."
"Since you liked it so much, I guess I'll just have to do it some more," she said, smiling coyly.
Heather chuckled. "Watching your bawdy daughter jack off helped a little, didn't it?"
"You two are something else," he said with resignation. "How the hell did I ever let my own daughter lead me so far astray?"
B.B. chuckled sexily. She straightened up and kissed him on the mouth. "Oh, the fun has just begun, Daddy. But first, I'm going to find out if your tongue feels as good in my pussy as your cock."
"And second?" he asked.
"Why, darling, you're going to fuck us," Heather laughed. "Again and again and again. You've got two horny girls on your hands, Daddy, and you've got to satisfy both of us completely."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"I don't know if I can do that," Keith said.
"Then I'll get on top and fuck you, Daddy," Heather said, her tone matter-of-fact but resolute, leaving no room for disagreement.
"What the hell's the difference?" he laughed.
"My point exactly," Heather replied.
"Your cock won't know the difference," B.B. giggled.
"But...." he said.
B.B. cut him off short. "No buts." She giggled. "Except mine and Heather's. You're going to finish what you started. End of discussion."
"I didn't start this!" he insisted.
"End of discussion," Heather repeated.
B.B. took off her blouse and wiggled out of her skirt. She backed up until her ass touched the edge of the couch. She sat down and spread her legs. "Stop wagging your tongue in the air and put it to good use, Daddy," she said sweetly. "Sucking your big cock really turned me on. Since it isn't up to doing its job yet, you can lick my clit a little."
"A little is all it takes," Heather quipped.
"If you two will let me finish what I was going to say," Keith insisted. "I didn't mean that I wouldn't fuck both of you. I just don't know if I can satisfy you both completely. I don't know if anyone can!"
"Oh, well, you just do the best you can, Daddy," Heather said. "If you fall short, I've got some cute little gadgets B.B. and I can fuck each other with while you rest."
"We're going to do that anyway!" B.B. laughed.
Heather knelt behind her daddy. She put her arms around him and gripped his cock with both hands. "Isn't her pussy pretty, Daddy?"
Whatever reservations Keith had about the kinky frolic with his licentious daughter and her licentious girlfriend evaporated the moment he looked at B.B.'s enticing pussy.
B.B. spread the lips of her pussy, exposing the sumptuous pink interior.
"Look at her big clit, Daddy," Heather said. "Doesn't it draw your tongue like a magnet?"
"Heather's clit is a lot bigger, but mine is just as sensitive," B.B. said.
Keith liked the carnal interplay between the two young women. "You two sound as if you know everything about each other," he said.
"Well, not everything!" Heather said merrily. "But we're learning."
B.B. giggled. "Would you believe, we've never watched each other fuck?"
"So that's what this is all about?"
"Oh, no!" Heather said quickly. "Well, not entirely. We get to kill two birds with one stone. Or you get to bang two birds with one cock. Or whatever. Anyway, I get to fuck you and B.B. and I get to watch each other fuck."
B.B. wiggled her pussy under Keith's nose. "Are we going to talk all night?" she asked impatiently. "I thought you were going to lick my pussy."
Keith put the tip of his finger on her love button and rubbed gently. She squirmed and moaned low in her throat. He slid his finger down and stuck it in her sopping hole. She squirmed harder and moaned louder.
"So hot and wet and tight," he murmured.
"Your cock is the biggest I've ever had, Daddy," B.B. moaned. "I loved the way it felt in me.
"Lick her clit, Daddy." Heather pushed Keith's head forward gently. "She really gets off on a tongue." Her voice had dropped an octave and had become very husky with excitement.
B.B. put her hands behind his head and pulled his mouth to her snatch. "Lick me, Daddy!" she urged passionately. "Run your tongue all over my cunt! Lick me! Suck me! Make my cunt feel good!"
Keith opened his mouth wide, plastered it over her hairy twat and sucked the tender flesh. The rich essence stimulated his taste buds. He ran his tongue up and down her slippery slot, then speared it into her sopping hole.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah," B.B. moaned. She sucked her breath in sharply and tightened her grip on his head. She was ready to soar into the land of enchantment. "Oooooo, Daddy, darling!" she whimpered, hunching her hot box anxiously against his avid mouth. "I love your tongue."
"Eat her pussy, Daddy," Heather said. "Get her off." She hunkered down and looked over his shoulder. "I'll get your cock hard while you enjoy her delectable fur pie." She had a nearly perfect bird's-eye view of her father licking B.B.'s pussy. She lifted his cock and fondled it lovingly. "Oh, Daddy, this is so thrilling!" she whispered.
Lust swamped Keith's brain. The taste of the lustful brunette's exquisite pussy and his licentious daughter's hand caressing his cock electrified him. He sucked B.B.'s savory snatch as if his very life depended on it, then speared his tongue into the liquefied softness of her sex flesh.
"Ooooooh, yes, Daddy! Lick way inside my hole!" B.B. squirmed her pussy into his face. "Suck my cunt, Daddy! Eat my pussy and make me feel good!"
He wormed his tongue deep into the bubbling depths of her twat. He licked the oozing walls of her love tunnel, savoring the distinctive, intimate flavor. He alternated between sucking and licking the pulsating petals of her pussy lips.
B.B.'s juices flowed like a river. She held his mouth tightly to her twat and humped his face urgently. "I'm going to cum, Daddy," she moaned. "It's almost here. Ooohhh, Daddy, you're getting me so good with your tongue!"
The bawdy words goaded the greedy cunt lapper to greater efforts. Heather's hand on his cock increased his ardor. He lashed B.B.'s clit with the tip of his tongue. He pushed his tongue into her sopping cunt hole. He licked her clit. He tongue-fucked her hole. He swallowed noisily, guzzling the female sex juice pouring into his mouth.
"My clit, Daddy, my clit!" B.B. wailed. "Lick my clit!"
"Oh, yeah, Daddy, lick her pussy good!" Heather said breathlessly. "Make her cum so hard she loses her mind." She stroked his cock faster as it swelled and filled her hand.
Keith put his arms under B.B.'s legs and lifted the shapely limbs over his shoulders. Slipping his hands under the cheeks of her ass, he held her firmly. He filled his mouth with her delicious box and nibbled, sucked, and tongued her clit furiously.
"Oh, my, what a fantastic view," Heather whispered. "I love to watch you suck her cunt, Daddy."
B.B. bounced on the couch wildly. She clamped her thighs tightly against Keith's ears. She shook so violently he thought she would get away from him and ricochet off the couch. His head felt like it was caught in a vise. Astounded by the strength of her passion, he lashed her clit with his tongue, eager to give her even more pleasure.
Getting it on with Heather's daddy, with Heather's encouragement and participation, added the spice necessary to push B.B.'s lust to the limit. She gave full vent to her pleasure, crying out so loud her raucous expressions of erotic bliss echoed off the walls.
"Oh, Daddy, you're really getting her," Heather whispered. "Doesn't her pussy taste good? Don't stop, Daddy. Make her cum some more. She always cums a lot when I suck her cunt."
B.B. fell back on the couch. She floundered around like a fish out of water, her ass thumping up and down, her head rolling from side to side. She ground her pussy into Keith's mouth, surrendering completely to her orgasm, letting her impassioned senses rule her.
When her enthusiasm began to subside, Keith's tongue left her clit and bored into her cunt again. Girl cum gushed from her channel in torrents. He sucked at her hole, drinking the copious outpouring of delicious nectar with gusto.
He tried to suck her dry, but the task was impossible. The more he sucked, the more her succulent juice flowed. He smacked and slurped and guzzled noisily so she would know how much he liked eating her pussy.
B.B. heaved herself back to a sitting position. "Oh, Daddy, darling," she murmured. "You have such a wonderful tongue. I love the way you ate me out." She ran her hand over his head and tenderly smoothed his hair. "No man has ever eaten me so well."
He lifted his head and smiled. A mixture of his saliva and her cum drenched his lower face. "Your pussy is absolutely scrumptious," he said. "Any time you want a man to eat you, I'll be happy to oblige."
"His cock is hard," Heather said. "Get on the floor, darling, and let him fuck you."
"What are you going to do?" B.B. asked. "I've had all the fun so far."
"I'm going to sit on your face while he fucks you."
"Why don't I ride him and you sit on his face? He has a super tongue."
"Don't I have anything to say about it?" Keith asked.
"Hell, no!" B.B. replied audaciously. "Any man with two horny women eager to fuck him senseless should just keep quiet and go along for the ride. You won't be sorry, I promise you."
"Do you have any special request, Daddy?" Heather asked.
Keith chuckled. "No. I just wanted to get in my two cents worth."
B.B. looked down at his stiff prick, at Heather's hand sliding gently up and down the thick shaft. "Two cents my ass. Looks more like solid gold to me."
Heather stood. "Come on, darling," she said, taking B.B.'s hand. "Let's get where we have enough room to roam."
B.B. slid off the couch and grabbed Keith's cock. Heather threw her arms around her daddy and pulled him to the floor. B.B. went down with them, still clinging tightly to his prick.
"I want to feel his cock in my mouth before he puts it in your pussy," Heather said.
"Just don't take too long," B.B. said. "My motor is racing out of control."
Heather got on her knees by Keith's hip and put her hand on his stomach near his prick. "You don't mind if I suck your cock a little, do you, Daddy?" she said coyly.
He reached up and cupped one of her heavy tits in his hand. "You go right ahead, honey. I'll just lie here and enjoy whatever you and B.B. do. I might as well. You two are going to do whatever you wish anyway."
"You got that right," B.B. said. She felt wild with lust. She got on her knees by his head. She pulled one hand away from Heather's tits and put it on her own swollen globes. "Pinch my nipples, Daddy. That really turns me on." The instant he touched her nipple, it expanded and popped out, stiff enough to poke out an eye. He tweaked her fat tit tip as she took his other hand and put it between her legs. "Play with my pussy while Heather sucks your beautiful cock, darling. Keep me charged up until I get that wonderful hunk of meat in me again."
Heather wrapped her fist around her daddy's dick and squeezed hard. She relaxed her grip and slid her hand up and down the thick shaft. She felt a lecherous thrill shoot through her as his rod throbbed against her palm.
"I haven't had a kiss," she said. "I like to kiss when I fuck."
"You kissed B.B.," Keith teased.
"And now I'm going to kiss you," she snickered.
She licked his lips, then kissed him fervently. He sucked on her invading tongue hungrily and slid two fingers up B.B.'s cunt. Heather thrust her tongue in and out of his mouth and he transmitted the action to B.B.'s pussy, pumping his finger in and out of her hot, wet honey hole.
Heather broke the kiss and kissed his chest. She lingered on the flat pads of his male nipples long enough to lick them into stiff little points. She moved down to his navel and stuck the tip of her tongue as deep inside as she could get it.
She knew from experience that men and women respond to the same kind of foreplay. She always turned on quickly when a perceptive partner licked her. A tongue anywhere on her body, even in her mouth, made her clit swell and tingle.
She held his shaft upright with one hand and licked the knob slowly, lovingly. She used plenty of saliva so she could stroke him without causing discomfort. She ovaled her mouth, then took the head into it and curled her tongue around it.
"Ummmmmm," Keith whispered. "That feels so damned good! I ... ooohhh...."
Alarmed by his intense response, afraid he would cum too soon, she lifted her mouth from the knob. She lapped his shaft with long, languorous strokes, working her way down to his balls.
B.B. pinched Keith's nipples and leaned over so he could suck her tit tips. He had three fingers going in her cunt, working them in and out slowly, keeping her passion primed.
She looked over at Heather's enchanting, shapely ass sticking up in the air. She grinned mischievously and slid her hand down the crack of her ass. She stuck two fingers in the slippery hole. She finger-fucked Heather the way Keith was pumping her cunt.
With a robust sob of eroticism, Heather covered the head of her daddy's dick with her full, sensuous lips and sealed them around the thick shaft. His prick was hard enough to shove up B.B.'s cunt, but she didn't want to give it up yet. She would stop just before he shot his load and let him rest a moment. She sucked with long, greedy gulps, taking his lengthy, stout prick right down to the balls with each downward plunge of her head.
B.B. was too impatient to wait for Heather to satisfy her craving to fuck herself in the mouth with her daddy's cock. She wanted it up her cunt. She pushed Heather's head away.
"I want it!" she cried. "Let me have it now! Give him your pussy to suck while I ride his cock."
"Okay, darling," Heather said. "I'll help you."
Heather grasped her daddy's dick and held it erect as the brunette quickly scrambled over his loins. B.B. stared at her crotch with humid, glittering eyes and lowered her ass. She sighed deeply as the knob cleaved her cunt lips and slipped inside. She looked at him and grinned.
"Hang on, Daddy!" she giggled. "You're going to get fucked like you haven't been fucked in a long time. I'm not going to stop until you give me a load of your hot cream. You filled my mouth full. Now let's see if you can fill my cunt the same way."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
B.B. humped her ass up and down energetically, adding action to her words. Keith couldn't do anything but lie there and let her fuck him. The way she was going at it made his head swim. He looked up, into a hairy slit. He stuck his tongue out all the way and wiggled it. Heather snickered and sat on his face. He lapped his daughter's slick gash lickety-split as B.B. rode him like a bull rider at a rodeo.
Abruptly, B.B. seemed to come apart at the seams. She threw her head back, arched her body sharply and bounced up and down even faster. Shrieks of joy rushed from her mouth. Heather leaned toward her, caught one of her jiggling tits and sucked her nipple. She screamed louder and spasmed so hard that Keith thought she was going to break his prick off at the root.
"Fuck him, darling!" Heather yelled impetuously. "Make him give you his cum! Fuck his cock off!"
It became a contest as B.B. tried to do just that. She tried to make him cum, and he tried to delay the inevitable outcome as long as possible. He had no idea he could enjoy fucking his daughter and her girlfriend so much. Visions of fucking both of the wanton young women into exhaustion danced through his brain. He slurped zealously at Heather's sopping cunt and drank her juice as B.B. attempted to drain his cock of his steamy spunk.
Heather fondled B.B.'s tits and licked her stiff nipples. Between licks, she gave the lascivious brunette encouragement. "Hump your ass, darling! Drain the cum right out of him! Fuck him like he's never been fucked!"
B.B. rode Keith hard, his cock tightly sheathed in her clasping snatch. Her love juice sluiced out around her cunt lips and ran along his stem to trickle onto his balls. Fucking the juice right out of a young woman fed his ego, made him think he could fuck forever. He felt his cock grow harder and thicker.
After the first deep spasms passed through her loins, B.B. settled into an easy rhythm. She was glad Keith hadn't cum yet. She loved it when a cock stayed hard so she could get off again and again before it spit. A hard cock moving deep inside her against the sloppy walls of her sex sheath after she had cum felt extra luxurious, extra satisfying. Her pussy clasped and sucked at his stiff ramrod as she heaved her ass up and down. She grunted and gasped and slid her juicy twat up and down his rock-hard rod faster.
The inside of her quim felt like molten fire. He could feel the knob of his cock bumping against the mouth of her womb. He lifted Heather's cunt off his mouth and sucked in a deep breath.
"Damn, baby!" he moaned. "You're really going to get it now!"
Heather sat back down on his mouth. She twisted and humped as her climax seized her. B.B. lifted her ass high and let it fall again and again, impaling herself, fucking him furiously. The muscles in his buttocks and thighs knotted. His balls grew heavy with boiling cum. For a few monumental moments, he hung in never-never land, between cumming and not cumming. Then his cock exploded.
B.B. wailed louder as she felt his cum firing against the mouth of her womb at point-blank range, filling her gluttonous grotto to overflowing. Her pussy pulsed and throbbed with pleasure, and sucked his prick dry.
She lost her strength all at once. Her body became as slack as a worn-out rubber band. She toppled off Keith and landed on her side with a soft thud. She rolled onto her back, gasping for breath.
Heather was on B.B. immediately. She stuck her head between the brunette's alabaster thighs and glued her mouth to B.B.'s sloppy slot. She sucked greedily, siphoning her daddy's cum from the brown-haired pussy. When she had all of the sticky goo from the deep well, she whirled around and sucked Keith's cock into her mouth to clean it. She held her lips tightly around the shaft and pulled her head back, letting his limp prick pop from her mouth.
She smacked her lips with gusto. "God, I love a man's cum!" the horny redhead sighed. "New or used, it doesn't matter."
"Did you cum, darling?" B.B. asked.
"Yeah, I got off on Daddy's tongue."
B.B. said, "Think we can get that hunk of meat hard again so you can fuck him?"
"Do I like to have my pussy stuffed full of cock?" Heather quipped. "Shall we apply our mutual talents to it? Together, we could make a brass monkey cum. How about it, Daddy? Got enough left to give your wanton daughter a good fuck?"
"I'll give it my best shot, honey," he said.
They knelt on each side of him. Heather lifted his limp cock and kissed the tip. B.B. cupped his balls in her hand and gently squeezed them.
"I didn't know what people meant when they talked about a blunt instrument until I saw this thing," Heather snickered and kissed it again.
"Yeah, if nature evens things out, some poor guy is running around out there with a dicky the size of my little finger," B.B. said.
Both women kissed the cockhead at the same time, holding it between their lips. They stretched their lips until they met around his knob. They kissed cock and each other, then curled their tongues around the head. Keith moaned deeply and pushed himself up on his elbows so he could watch them. Visual stimulation was almost as good as tactile stimulation.
Heather and B.B. supported his prick between their lips, kissing and licking the thick shaft as they worked down to the base. They licked and kissed their way back up to the head. By the time they finished the return journey, new life began to throb in the big rod. They lifted their heads and looked at the hefty hunk of fuck meat with lecherous devotion.
"Isn't it gorgeous?" Heather curled her tongue around the big knob. "The head has such a beautiful shape. This thick ridge feels so good in my pussy." She ran her tongue along the ridge, all the way around the bare head.
"It sure felt good in mine," B.B. said. "I've never had such a terrific fuck." She ran both hands up and down the shaft, holding it lightly between her palms. "I like the supple feel, too. Sort of like a velvet covering over an iron bar."
"Are two going to talk about it all night, or do something useful with it?" Keith asked impatiently.
"Both," the girls replied in unison. They giggled and simultaneously licked the head again.
"I want to try something I've never tried before," Heather said. "Let's see if we can hold it between our pussies the way we did with our mouths."
Giggling like two young virgins, they got on their knees and wriggled around until they got the head of his cock in both crotches. Heather reached down with both hands and spread her long, thick cunt lips apart. B.B. followed suit and between them, they managed to encompass most of the head. Holding onto each other for support, they worked their cunts up and down on the naked head.
"Oooooo," B.B. cooed. "What a wonderful idea. It wouldn't take much of this to get me off again!"
"You and me both," Heather panted. "I'm really getting turned on."
"You never turn off!" B.B. teased.
"God," Keith exclaimed. "I wish my cock had two heads so I could fuck both of you at the same time."
"It's a one-eyed monster, Daddy, not a two-headed snake," Heather giggled. She had never felt so kinky, so risque,, so turned on. "Ain't fucking the most fun you ever had?" She leaned over and kissed B.B. tenderly, carefully keeping her pussy in contact with Keith's cock. "If there's anything better, I don't want to know about it. I would kill myself."
"I've sure as hell never found anything better," B.B. said.
"Daddy, do you want to eat B.B.'s pussy while I fuck you? Or maybe you would like me to lick her clit while you fuck me. Would that turn you on more?"
"You eat her, dear. Watching my lascivious daughter suck a pussy gives me a real thrill."
"I've got to have this thing in me right now!" Heather said. "B.B., sit against the couch and put one of those pillows under your ass so I can get to your pussy easily."
B.B. plopped her ass on a pillow and spread her shapely thighs wide. She drew her knees up and curled her crotch, bringing her charming, delectable fur pie into full view. Heather got on her hands and knees with her head between the brunette's knees, facing her cleft. "Daddy, fuck my pussy this time. Be sure I cum. If you can keep from cumming, I have something else in mind that I know will please you."
"Honey, I believe you can't do anything but please me. I didn't realize I had such a kinky, lecherous daughter. You are something else."
Neither Keith nor B.B. questioned Heather's role as the dominate one, the orchestrator, of their activities. Her imagination exceeded theirs, producing a wide range of erotic experiences that kept their passions at a high peak.
Heather traced the outline of B.B.'s cunt lips with the tip of her tongue. The brunette shuddered and sank her fingers into Heather's biceps. She plunged her tongue deep into B.B.'s cunt. Her heart thudded wildly as the erotic essence coated her lips and tongue. The taste of a woman was a strong aphrodisiac for her. As was the taste of a cock. She hoped she never had to chose between them. Each filled a special need she couldn't do without. She licked her girlfriend's tender cleft harder as her daddy mounted her from behind. He ran the head of his cock up and down her torrid, syrupy slit, wetting the knob to ease his penetration.
She tried to divide her attention between B.B.'s cunt and her daddy's probing prick. She realized that would diminish both pleasures. She immersed herself in the exotic delights of sucking the delicious juice from the brunette's pussy. Daddy would take care of her pussy and give her total satisfaction at that end.
Keith impaled Heather with his long, thick love lance. Fucking his daughter electrified his senses. Instinctively clenching her cunt muscles, she lunged back to meet his thrusts. Nothing satisfied quite like having her cunt stuffed full of hot cock.
He fucked her with long, slow strokes, pulling back as far as possible, then easing back into her. His angle of penetration forced the head of his cock along the top of her cunt, massaging her G spot. Her tight sheath held his cock the way a well-fitting silk glove holds a hand.
Heather probed B.B.'s slick snatch with her tongue, then lavished attention on the brunette's clit. She licked and sucked until B.B. began to moan and twist and hump her ass wildly. She hung onto B.B.'s thighs, her own ass corkscrewing and humping in rhythm with her daddy's big cunt staffer plugging her.
B.B. churned tumultuously beneath Heather's mouth. She gasped and panted in ecstasy as the redhead's lips and tongue drove her toward her peak. Suddenly, she slammed her shoulders back against the couch. She screeched with bliss and flooded the redhead's mouth with a heavy gush of her rich essence. Heather's busy tongue lapped up the discharge and probed for more.
Heather's breath caught in her throat as her own climax began. She twisted her ass frantically, trying to signal her daddy to fuck faster. He understood her signal, but chose to ignore the silent plea and continued to fuck her with the same long, steady strokes. Not only could he delay his own orgasm, he could make her cum longer and harder.
Heather's orgasm built, slowly, tenaciously, in time with her father's plunging cock. By the time she reached the peak of her ecstasy, she was almost out of her mind with lust. And still she didn't tumble off the crest. Her daddy skillfully kept her on a plateau, turning one orgasm into a long string of enthralling, powerful climaxes.
She clung to the slippery lips of B.B.'s snatch with her mouth, rekindling the fires in her crotch. Soon, both women were caught in a boundless, dreamy dimension of erotic paradise.
B.B. pushed Heather away, desperate to free her pussy from the intolerable bliss. Moments later, Heather's climax slacked off. She plopped on her stomach, pulling away from the cock that had brought on such nerve-shattering ecstasy. Keith's rampant rod stuck out in front of him, waving uselessly in the air.
"B.B., can you take Daddy's cock in your ass?" Heather muttered.
B.B. looked at Keith's cock, still fully erect, standing out from his hairy groin like a small flagpole. "Don't think so," she mumbled. "Never had anything so big up there."
"You play with his cock and keep it hard. I've got some cute little gadgets we can fuck each other with."
B.B. reached over and fondled Keith's dick. "What good is that going to do Daddy?"
"You'll see. I'll be right back."
Heather came in a few minutes, wearing her strap-on dildo.
"God, what a sexy sight," Keith muttered.
Heather stroked her cock and grinned. "If you think this is sexy, just wait. It gets a lot better. I'm going to show you what it really means to get a taste of Heather." She pulled B.B. flat and mounted her. She looked over her shoulder at Keith. "Put your cock in my ass, Daddy. We'll all fuck together. I'll be the middle of our human sex sandwich."
Heather lowered her body to B.B.'s, crushing her big tits into the rigid cones on the brunette's chest. Keith pulled his daughter's buttocks apart and aimed the head of his cock at her asshole. Tentatively, he probed the tightly puckered ring, then stopped.
"Put it in, Daddy. Don't worry, you won't hurt me. I can take it. My asshole isn't virgin territory."
"One of these days, you must tell me all about your sexual adventures," he said.
Heather chuckled. "B.B. and I will regale you with our exploits and get your cock so hard you can fuck all night."
"I have a feeling we're going to do that right now," he replied. "Tasting Heather is addictive."
