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CHAPTER NINE

When the front door of the cottage opened, Eileen jumped with fright and ran for the darkness of the living room. But when she saw the familiar silhouette of Teresa she exhaled and went back to the entry hall.

"Teresa?" she asked.

Teresa turned. "Yes. Is that you Eileen?"

"Yes. What are you doing here?"

"I followed my father, Johnny and Alan. Where are they?"

Eileen looked up the stairs forlornly. "Up there in the bedroom."

Teresa closed the door. "What are they doing?"

With a shrug Eileen said, "I don't know. But your mom's up there too. Your father told me to wait down here until further notice."

"Oh," said Teresa. "Have you heard any noises? Do you have any idea what they're doing?"

Eileen's eyes looked down to the floor. "Well, she wasn't dressed when your father woke me up and told me to go. Then he called the other guys up. Since then all I've heard is the thumping of the bed against the wall."

Teresa's eyebrows lifted. "Do you think that she's screwing all of them?"

"I don't know if she planned on it," said Eileen.

"Come on," whispered Teresa. "Let's go take a look and find out."

Eileen hesitated. "I don't know. Your father said I should stay down here."

With a grin Teresa asked, "Was he good? Did you like him? Is that why you're doing what he says?"

Eileen's eyes went mellow. "He was a dream. I never thought it could be like it was with him."

"I knew he'd be great," said Teresa. "I'm going upstairs. Are you coming?"

"Well, okay."

The two girls slowly crept up the stairs and along the hall to the closed bedroom door. Teresa gently turned the doorknob until it unlatched, then she eased the door slightly open. A thin shaft of light spilled into the hallway and the two girls put their faces close to see what was happening inside the noisy bedroom.

The first thing they saw was the crashing backside of Johnny Carvel as it plummeted down to sink his cock deny inside the red-lipped cunt of Grace. Then they saw the large cock stabbing up from underneath her widespread form and round asscheeks to sink inside the tight, darkhole of her stretched anus.

They looked at each other and blinked. Neither girl had ever seen anything like it before. Two cocks were banging away like rams inside the cunt and asshole of Grace. Finally they saw the third cock, Alan's cock. She was sucking the full length of the shaft deep inside her mouth and twisting her head back and forth.

"God," whispered Eileen. "How can she take it? They've all got their pricks in her."

"I know," whispered Teresa. "Three cocks at once… She must really love it."

"Close the door. I don't want to see anymore," said Eileen with a melancholy voice.

Teresa knew what the problem was. She was feeling the same emotion. Jealousy. Grace was in there with the three men they valued most. And they were fucking her. But Teresa and Eileen were expected to sit obediently outside in the hall while all the cock went to her.

"It's really not fair," mumbled Teresa.

"I think I'm going to cry," said Eileen.

"Go ahead and cry if you want," said Teresa. "But I'm not letting her get away with it."

"Huh? What are you going to do?"

Teresa pulled the door closed and stood up in the darkness. Eileen could hear the sounds of her clothing sliding from her body. Teresa was undressing.

"Why are you stripping?" Eileen asked.

"Because I'm going to join in, that's why!" Teresa firmly stated.

"You can't!"

"Oh? Why can't I?" Teresa shot back.

"Because… Because… Well… "

"See? There's nothing to stop us. All we have to do is get undressed and climb onto the bed. Once we're there they won't turn us down. The only person who'll get mad is my Mom and that's exactly what I want!"

Teresa's convincing argument caused Eileen to release her blanket and let it fall to the floor. The two girls stood close enough to feel the warmth of each other's nude body.

"I want to feel your father inside me again," whispered Eileen. "He was so good."

"No," said Teresa. "Remember he's in there with his wife. You don't want her suspecting anything."

"But she already knows… "

Teresa shrugged. "Okay, go ahead and take the chance if you want to risk ever being with him again."

"Oh, I didn't think of that," mumbled Eileen.

Teresa gently opened the door again but this time she slid her hand inside the room and found the light switch. The room suddenly went dark. Teresa grabbed Eileen's hand and pulled her along as she opened the door wide and they stepped quietly inside and waited against the wall.

When the lights went out Alan was the only one to notice right away. He was enjoying the thorough licking Grace was applying to his cock and found it extra-exciting to watch how her lips opened up to gulp air before each sucking plunge. But all off a sudden it was dark. He didn't think much about it, he rested his head back and just enjoyed the swirling feel all along the hard fiber of his rod.

Walter Cunningham noticed the darkness but knew there wasn't a thing he could do about it. He was pinned underneath Grace's rocking ass, unable to look up or move. He just accepted it and gave his next thrust an extra ounce of power to plow deep inside her asshole.

But Johnny Carvel didn't like it at all. He hated darkness, especially unexpected darkness. While still pounding his cock in and out of the scorched cunt he looked back to see what had happened. All he saw was the dark of the room. He knew something was wrong.

Then he felt the lithe arm wrap around his neck and a set of soft moist lips press against his ear. He immediately suspected who it was. The thin girl downstairs in the blanket, it had to be her. His arm bent back and circled the incredibly small waist and he was positive.

With a strong rock of his body, Johnny tumbled the ear-sucking nymph onto the bed next to Grace's heaving body. He remembered red hair, green eyes and a flirtatious expression. He also remembered how enticing the slim young body of the girl was. He wasn't going to release her under any circumstances, there was no way this plum would escape.

His hand roamed from the waistline to her belly and she squirmed with happiness. Then he reached down and felt the wisping hair of her crotch. That's all Johnny wanted to know. The youthful chick was naked, undressed, hugging, ear-kissing and all ready to fuck his cock.

On the next withdrawal he left Grace's cunt and rolled onto the slim body. Eileen's arms wrapped eagerly around his hot, sweat-coated shoulders and she lifted her head up until their mouths met. Johnny could feel her squirming her young cunt up at his hard cock.

Grace sighed with relief around the filling shaft of Alan as she felt Johnny's battering cock leave her numb pussy. Then his heavy body rolled off hers. She never thought she'd see the time when she welcomed the exit of a good man, but she now knew it was possible.

Walter Cunningham instantly recognized that the group of four had grown. He felt the extra body drop down next to his as he humped his cock up into Grace's asshole. He reached out with his hands to feel and determine who it was but all he touched were the smothering shoulders of Johnny Carvel. He quickly pulled his hand away and wiped the perspiration off on the mattress.

When the soft, warm lips touched his face he was surprised. He wondered if the visitor had eluded Johnny to come after him. He rolled his lips around until they touched the fresh pair and the two months clamped hungrily together. He felt a sweeping tongue ride against his and swirl happily inside his teeth and gums.

With his free hand he reached out toward the kissing body and felt the smooth, velvet flesh, the full, ripe curves of her ass, the familiar-sized breasts. His hand moved up to dig into the thick black hair and roam once again down the back of the young girl.

He felt his cock pound with the most excitement he ever experienced as he recognized who he was kissing. It was Teresa! His daughter! His cock was in her mother's ass! His tongue was in her daughter's mouth!

He pressed her tight down on his mouth with his hand to surge his tongue thoroughly into and around her lips. Then he managed to push her away and pull her back. She knew exactly what it was he wanted close to his mouth and probing tongue. Her crying cunt!

Teresa had never felt a kiss more beautiful in her whole life. As soon as the lights went out she made a direct lunge for the one man on the bed she'd never had. Her father. She had no idea how he'd react if he figured out who she was… but it was dark, he wouldn't be able to tell.

When she felt Eileen trying to nudge alongside her father, Teresa pushed her gently back until feeling Johnny Carvel's hairy arm wrapping around her waist. The she snuggled in close to her daddy and kissed his face. The instant response of his mouth, tongue and hands was so thrilling she forgot all about Eileen, all about everyone else in the room.

Then he pushed her away and tugged at her legs. She knew that he wanted to eat her, wanted to taste the syrup of her cunt, wanted to drink her juice. She swiveled around and spread her legs while pushing her crotch toward the beautifully kissing mouth.

She couldn't wait. The tongue had felt so powerful in her mouth she knew it would send her cunt into orbit. When the tip of his tongue touched against the heated wet of her gash she gasped for air. It pushed the lips to each side gingerly and slipped softly between. It wasn't a thrusting rush of sloppy tongue, no it was a controlled, well-aimed spear going right for her clitoris.

Walter eased his tongue into her, took his time and tasted the freshness of her young cunt. Then he drove his tongue into the lump of her clitoris and felt her hips instantly jerk with wild abandon. She was her mother's daughter all right, one touch on the clitoris and instant orgasm.

Teresa's flailing buttocks and cunt heaved against the jabbing tongue until her body exploded like dynamite. The clitoris ignited fires inside the walls of her cunt and spasms made her hole shudder violently around his tongue. A thick wave of fresh cunt-juice flowed into her father's mouth.

He sucked it all up and swallowed. Then he attacked the hot box like it was a fresh peach just off the tree. He felt the scrubbing action of her pubic hair against his nose and he engulfed the crying hole with his mouth to lick it into a state of rest.

Grace felt the stabbing cock in her asshole lose the rapid-fire tempo and prayed. She was hoping he had tired out and could go no more. But it only slowed down to an occasional thrust in a slow withdrawal. She gently eased her hips up to reduce the depth of his cock and he didn't seem to mind. Next she went a little higher, still he didn't react.

With a cautious movement of her painful body she disengaged her stretched asshole from the probing spike and eased away from Walter's body. She gave Alan's fine cock an extra strong suck with her lips as celebration of the end of the battering peckers.

Her mouth felt good, so did Alan's warm meat. She didn't mind sucking his cock as long as it was all she had to do. With a loving plunge she took it into her throat and hummed on it. She knew she might as well enjoy it while she could. After tonight there would be no more extramarital affairs for her. In fact, she thought, there won't be much fucking for me for quite a long while.

As Grace slowly brought her thighs together to let her widened holes relax, Walter felt Teresa's searching hand. He felt it touching his recently vacated cock, wrapping around it, exploring the length and stiffness, finally pinching into the pulpiness of the head.

Then Teresa moved. She kept her cunt close to his eating mouth while crawling down to meet the big dick with her puckered lips. She kissed like it was a small child, then opened her mouth wide and came down on the red muscle like she was a force-fed baby bird.

In one lunge she took it all inside. It plowed deep, past her tongue, around the slight bend of her throat, all the way in until her nose touched his curly pubic hair. Walter's nose was also in her pubic hair but with an adjusting twist both heads revolved inside the opened legs and chins touched into the hair while noses caressed the cheeks of asses.

She was astride him and pounding her head frantically down to show her father how much she loved the feel of his wonderful cock. He was shoving his tongue as deep as it would reach and flicking the tip furiously to show her how much he enjoyed the tasty squeeze of her vagina.

Teresa climaxed again. Her hips banged down with abandoned heaves on his face as his tongue drove her guts into knots of pure excitement. She couldn't breathe, it felt so great. And she had always known it would, as deep in her mind she had always thought about what it would feel like to fuck her father.

But she had never thought it possible. Not him. He was a strong, dignified man who'd never consider such indiscreet behavior. But after she set him up with Eileen and he went for it, after the candid talk they had on the dance floor, she knew she could, knew she had to, knew she couldn't live a day longer without feeling his manly cock in her begging cunt.

The vibrations of her warm thighs against the side of his head and the thrusting clip of her drooling pussy made Walter realize he was finally having sex with someone he had desired for a long time. He was fucking his wife as she was when they first married, he was reliving the glorious past due to the eagerness of his daughter. He was feeling her pure orgasms rocking against his tongue and knew that it was the finest sensation he could ever dream of.

When her cunt stopped trembling he grabbed his daughter by the hips and lifted her splendid crotch away from his juice-smeared face. There was one more thing he wanted to do with her before the evening ended. He rolled away from her and felt the unwilling release of her sucking lips.

But Teresa knew what was about to occur as he managed to push her to her hands and knees. He knelt behind her and brought his flared shaft up to the dripping lips of her waiting box. With a steady, even drive he entered inside the vibrant hug of her twat and felt her settle back onto the full probe of his tool.

He cupped her swaying tits in his hands and worked his spike at a steady rhythm while she clipped eagerly back at each thrust. Walter's rump heaved forward as he felt the onrush of heated fluids. Teresa banged back and hugged his big stick with her pussy.

The thought of her father creaming inside her sent Teresa into another orgasm just as he erupted. His cock spewed the dense paste of his cock inside the shuddering clap of her cunt as their two bodies writhed together in total release.

"Ohhhh… " sighed Teresa. Walter kept silent.

Eileen thought her cunt was going to split into halves as Johnny Carvel threw all his weight behind each jamming thrust of his hot pecker. He was trying to determine her age, trying to figure out if this little adolescent was even at the age of reason. Her miniature tits and slim hips had him thinking thoughts of cradle robbing, thoughts so evil and wrong that his usual ability to fuck without stop was gone. But it didn't matter, he told himself, she's already climaxed two times and now it's my turn.

"Oh! God! Yes! Uhhhh!" Eileen screeched as the vomiting cock blasted into her like a nuclear missile. She thought the cock was going to break through her cunt and rip into the tangled guts of her stomach. But her own climax saved her from the pain and fear to wash her away with Johnny on a river of jerking, pumping, heaving, crying.

Walter Cunningham leaned down next to Teresa's ear and whispered, "You should be gone very soon. That screeching will arouse Grace's curiosity. She'll want to know who the other female is."

"Yes, Father," Teresa softly said.

Walter smiled. Of course she knew it was he just as much as he knew it was she. To think otherwise would be foolish. He kissed his daughter softly on the cheeks, gave her backside a loving squeeze and said, "Grab Eileen and her clothes and get out of here right away."

Teresa dragged the shaking, wheezing Eileen from the room just in time. As she closed the door she could hear her mother asking, "Who's making all the noise? Didn't I hear a girl crying?"

Teresa and Eileen quickly dressed and went down the stairs. As they stepped outside into the cool air Eileen managed to catch her breath. "God, that Johnny's a real animal when he gets going! I thought I was going to break apart!"

"That's because you really turn him on," said Teresa with a giggle.

"What about you? Did you get together with Alan again? Are you two happy with each other?" asked Eileen.

"In a way."

Eileen's flushed face was beaming with happiness. "It all worked out for the best, didn't it? I mean that you and Alan are lovers again and your mom and dad are back together. I think that's wonderful."

"But I thought you really dug my dad?" asked Teresa.

She turned to face her friend. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I think he was tremendous. But now that he and your mother are together again I think it's best I stay away from him. Anyway, I can have Johnny-your mom will be through with him."

"I guess so."

"See what I mean? Everybody is happy! It all worked out in the end!"

Teresa realized that Eileen had no idea who she had just fucked and kept silent about it. If she wanted to assume that Teresa and Alan had screwed, let her; if she wanted to assume that Grace and Walter had made renewed marital love, let her. Teresa wasn't about to pop any bubbles.

"Do you think your mom will ever interfere with your love life again?" asked Eileen as they rode back to the clubhouse in the golf cart.

Teresa shook her head. "No. She'll stay out of my business now."

"That's good. Boy, your dad really knew exactly what to do. Let her know she wasn't fooling anybody, especially him. That's the way to do it."

But Teresa wasn't listening to the idle chatter of her girlfriend. Her mind was elsewhere. She thought about how wonderful things would be now. She wouldn't have to put up with any silly games from the boys she usually dated. She could concentrate on school and stay at home evenings.

Her mother would never change, she knew that. She was also sure her father knew it too. He wasn't a dumb man at all. He had only interceded in his daughter's behalf to make sure his wife's devious plots didn't destroy both their lives. He wanted to accept all the intrigues that his wife might invent as only his problem.

He would stop working late at the office and that would drive her mad. She would put up with it for a few months before making silly excuses to be at the club, or a meeting, or some other cover for meeting with Johnny Carvel or his successor. And he would nod his understandingly, tell her not to be too late and plod over to his favorite chair in front of the fire like a tired old gentleman.

Grace would trot out to the car and drive off believing she had outfoxed the old man. But as soon as the car sounds faded in the distance the old man would stand up and climb the stairs to see if his dear sweet daughter was resting well.

"No, my mom's not fooling anybody," said Teresa to Eileen.