"What in the name of God is going on here?" The voice was that of Hamilton Burns, and was he mad! Sheeee-it! He kicked the door closed with one hind leg and then staggered into the room. His eyes were bloodshot-red, a light froth of foam was trickling from his lower lip, and he had been obviously drinking. And it served him right, too. "Paul, you old bastard, is that really you down there?"
A voice emerged from the heap of naked bodies. "If it ain't me then somebody else is gettin' all the pussy, by crackles. Heeehhheee!" Hamilton Burns gave a groan of disgust and then strode to the center of the room, lashing out with one foot to deliver a powerful kick to the most convenient patch of naked flesh, which as luck would have it happened to be the ample buttocks of Sue Carson. The fat bitch screamed like a stuck pig. And it served her right, too.
Hamilton Burns was getting angrier by the second, and in his drunken stupor nothing could control him. "Paul, you bastard," he announced, "you told me to meet you at the train station. So what happens? I show up to meet you like some kind of an asshole, and you're not there. I come back home, and what do I find? My own brother is lying on the floor stark naked, fucking and sucking with my own two daughters, whom I thought were sitting quietly in their room." He wiped his head with one hand, and then pointed a quivering finger at the first pair of tits he could see. "You," he commanded. "Go to your room."
"I don't live here, schmuckface," retorted Sue Carson, turning on her heel and bouncing merrily out of the room. And it served her right, too. Hamilton Burns was doubly enraged now, and he turned to vent his wrath on the next person he saw. That person happened to be Tricia.
"All right, you little bitch." He seized her by the wrist and propelled her out of the room and into the solitude of his private den. "All right, you naked bitch," he shrieked at her. "Take that smirk off your sassy face!"
Tricia replied by sticking her tongue out at him. "Fuck you," was her cheerful rejoinder. "I don't have to listen to you, Daddy, who do you think you are, anyway?"
Hamilton's face was an angry red.
"I'll teach you to talk back to your own father!" he huffed, as he dumped his daughter onto the sofa.
"Big man…" jeered Tricia. "You can dish out all kinds of abuse, but you can't take it. I think you're jealous of your own brother."
"Shouldn't I be? No sooner do I turn my back, then he's busy fucking away with my secretary, and my…"
"Daughters," interjected Tricia. "Your own brother is fucking your own daughters, whom you've fucked yourself… You're the one who ought to be ashamed of himself!"
"We'll see about that!" ranted Hamilton. His face was red with rage. He's show that little bitch a thing or two about fucking. Before his own daughter could say another word he had pushed her backwards onto the sofa. She lay there silently, doing nothing. She stared at him with her wide eyes, waiting to see what he would do next.
In a way, she was glad that she had provoked him. It made him about ten times more sexy. He was all steaming and furious like some sort of wounded bull, and she could tell that his anger would make him about ten times more energetic. Already she could feel her cunt begin to moisten with anticipation. Not only had she been licked half to death by her sister and Sue Carson, but now she was going to get the hell fucked out of her by her own father!
"Alright, you tramp. I'm going to teach you a lesson. I thought you realized what you had done wrong the first time, but I see that I have been sadly mistaken." He grabbed her around the waist and turned her over on her back. Her pert buttocks jutted up at him, and just below, he could see the tiny little pink slit of her pussy, surrounded with the curly halo of frizzy hair.
"Slut, tramp, whore!" said Hamilton slowly and evenly. "I see enough whores all day long, and I shouldn't have to worry about my daughter becoming one either."
As he spoke, he spread the firm pink cheeks of her ass, and jammed a finger into her puckered asshole. She gave a cry of pain, and wriggled furiously, but his weight on her back was enough to hold her quite firmly in place. With his knee, Hamilton spread her thighs, then he slipped his finger down her delicious crack until it, was buried in warm pussy-meat.
"How do you like that? Huh, little whore? Do you like the way that your father handles your much used cunt?"
"Yes," she admitted, in a low, pouty voice, her eyes starting to brim with tears. She had been a bad girl. Her daddy was right after all. She bucked up her crotch, forcing Hamilton's finger to dig deeper into the soft folds of her cunt. He really was stimulating her half to death. She had thought that she had been satisfied, but her own father was prying out new feelings from deep inside of her. Her whole body was shaking. The tremors rocked her frame, like little firecrackers going off inside of her.
"Well, now. All wet and slimy in here. I suppose your all wet from your Uncle and my secretary. Or maybe it was your own sister who made your little cunt so wet. Ill have to settle for sloppy seconds," said Hamilton.
"Oh, please, Daddy, I'm sorry," she moaned. Her saucy little ass was raised high in the air, while her father's finger explored her sodden cunt. Every time that his finger brushed her enlarged clit, she gave a little jerk of pleasure. She gripped the armrest of the couch, holding her head up in the air. The tears streamed down her face. When she pushed her ass higher up, she could feel her father's erect penis. It was so hard it was flapping against his belly, but he leaned forward every few seconds, and let his penis come to rest in the moist crack of her ass.
Tricia was shaking with lust. When she felt the cock touch her backside, she almost lost her mind. She wanted that delicious penis to slide slowly inside of her. She wanted to feel it fill up her insides. She needed that hard shaft of meat to fill up her cunt. She wanted to squirm and jerk and buck, with that delicious organ inside to steady her.
"You want it, don't you, cunt? I knew you wanted that cock, my big cock. I know what you need," said Hamilton. He was getting past the point of coherency. His cock was swollen, throbbing engorged with his need. He slipped a hand under her belly and heaved her ass towards him, jammed her hard against his taut belly. Tricia screamed in pain. The hard purple tip of his cock had landed not in her pussy but against the puckered hole of her ass. It almost popped right inside of her, and the pain was tremendous.
She rolled her hips. Agonizingly, Hamilton's cock bent, slid downwards, and then plunged hotly into her offered cunt, right up to the hilt.
"Ahh!" they groaned at the same instant.
Tricia felt no pain at all. Her cunt was so wet that she was able to accommodate the entire length of his thick shaft. On the other hand, Hamilton felt the almost unbearable pleasure of his little girl's tight gripping cunt. He had almost forgotten how nice and tight a schoolgirl's cunt could be. Nowadays, when he fucked his secretaries and older girlfriends he had to make do with their stretched, much used pussies. How nice it was to fuck a young bitch, and his own daughter at that!
"Daddy! So gooood, so gooood," moaned Tricia. She was literally stuffed with cock. Her father pulled out slowly, and began a long series of slow, careful-strokes. He eased gently out all the way, until the tip was just barely resting in her outer lips, then he suddenly jammed his cock into her savagely, as far as it would go. Tricia panted deliriously. The huge pecker was thrusting in and out, driving her to new heights of sensation.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" she groaned. It seemed as if sparks were shooting out of her head, surrounding her, making her aware of nothing but the immense cock lodged so firmly inside of her cunt.
To Hamilton, no revenge could be sweeter. The best way to teach his daughter a lesson, the best way to implant obedience in her mind, would be to fuck her silly. There wasn't a better way to impress the mind of a haughty teenage girl. Fired by his own thoughts, he began to pump harder and faster, feeling his balls slap against the warm meaty flesh of her asscheeks. He pounded as hard as he could, hearing a deep groan escape from Tricia at the bottom of every stroke. Her hands scrabbled at the armrest, while her toes curled and uncurled rapidly and spasmodically. She was groaning with pleasure. Her whole body was quivering with the force of her father's cock-thrusts. Hamilton pumped strenuously, his face red with the effort.
Now, Hamilton pulled his cock all the way out of her pussy. He waited until he heard her loud cries of protest, the cries he had well expected.
"If you want any more, you had better turn over," he said. He kneeled on the other side of the couch. He held his hands on his hips, while his prick stood proudly erect. He glared at Tricia. She lay on her belly, face down, tears in her eyes, clutching the armrest as if she really didn't expect her father to stop. When she realized that there was no more cock forthcoming, she flipped over on her back and looked up at her father.
"You bastard. You dirty bastard. How could you stop now?" she said angrily. She had been just a cunt hair from her orgasm. Now her father had spoiled everything. He really liked this, he really did, she thought. There he is, watching me writhe on this couch. He knew that I really needed to have him fuck me, and now he's just fooling around with me.
She lay on her back, simply staring at her father. He looked at her smooth little belly, and the hairy cunt at the apex of her thighs. Her pussy was all wet from her previous work-out, and now all he wanted to do was shove his dick inside of her again.
"Spread your legs. Spread them wide, right away," he ordered her. Without even thinking, she did as she was told. Her father was upon her in an instant, probing with his cock for the opening of her vagina.
"Daddy! Down lower! You're hurting me!" she squealed. His cock was pressing against her belly. He was like a lust crazed beast. His rock-hard dick was smashing into her golden stomach, causing her a good deal of pain. Hamilton adjusted himself heavily, until the tip of his cock slipped into her cunt. That's twice I've missed, he thought. Once I hit her ass and the other thrust missed her cunt. As soon as he had his dick firmly seated inside her pussy, he gripped the soft fleshy globes of her ass and began to pull her up towards him. His cock was so long it hit the back of her cuntal canal. She pulled tightly against him, enjoying the pressure, until Hamilton had to pull out all over again. It was really nice. Nice and wet and slick. Hamilton loved the tight feel of his daughter's hot little pussy. She was so fresh and virginal.
Tricia kicked her legs up, and locked them around her father's back. She gripped him tightly, trying to force as much of his cock as she could into her cunt. She was gritting her teeth now. The cock felt so good. Even Uncle Paul couldn't stuff her pussy up like Daddy.
Hamilton drilled his daughter skillfully and steadily. He settled down to slow even strokes, pulling all of the way out, then firmly jamming his cock all the way back in. He marveled at how wet Tricia became, and the way that she squealed and writhed. There was nothing like home grown produce, he thought with a wry grin. Huffing away like a madman, Hamilton finally lost his breath. He was forced to settle down on the smooth flat expanse of his daughter's downy haired belly. First his stomach made contact, then he felt the twin soft mounds of her breasts flatten under the hardness of her chest.
The satisfaction was great, but Hamilton was still disturbed. Was there no end to the slutdom of his daughters? It seemed as if every time he turned his back, his girls were at it again, fucking and sucking away at everyone he brought home. First, he had caught them at that neighborhood party, making out with all manner of filthy little high school boys.
He figured that he had taught them their lessons, but he found to his dismay that his daughters were only warming up to their sexual high-jinks. Now, only a few days later, he caught them in the act with no less than his brother and his secretary. There was no stopping these little sluts.
There would have to be some method of instilling chastity into his two girls – or at least insure that they only slept with him. It was a puzzle, a problem too complex for him to think about at this instant, because he was too absorbed in giving her the schtupping of her life. He was quite out of breath, but he grit his teeth, and once more applied himself to the task.
Hamilton was on the verge of orgasm. His face was contorted, and he barely felt his daughter's fingers scratching at his back, leaving angry red slashes on his pale smooth skin. His eyes were closed, as were Tricia's. He was buried deep inside of her. He could feel her pussy squeeze him, tightening and relaxing, milking him to orgasm. Her legs were wrapped around his body like a pair of pincers, squeezing and flexing around him.
Suddenly, Hamilton gave a start of surprise. He felt something moist licking at his rear. He hoisted himself up, and peered behind him. It was Daphne, his other daughter.
"Baby?" he groaned, not really having expected anything like this.
"Mmmm," was all she said. Her tongue was buried deep in the crack of his ass. Even as she murmured to him, she was moving her mouth down, further and further, until she came to the juicy junction of her father's penis and her sister's cunt. She lapped at the musty area, testing out the tastes with the tip of her tongue. Daphne saw her father's long, juice covered penis, darting in and out of the soft folds of her sister's fully engorged vagina. It was a new trick, one she had learned from Sue Carson. Now that she had tasted the delights of eating another girl's pussy, she started to crave it. Not only that, but she also got the benefit of the musky taste of her father's fat dick, and the deliciously furred regions of his taut ass.
She practically crawled underneath the copulating pair of her father and her sister. She positioned herself so that she could use her mouth fully on their pumping sexually aroused organs. Daphne started to lick, like a little puppy, cleaning up all the juices from the pair of swollen intermeshed genitalia. Her face was mashed right into the junction of cock and cunt, happily licking away at the frenzied pair, the heated bodies of her father and sister.
Hamilton again almost fainted with pleasure. This was a new sensation, something he had never experienced before. Sure, he had fucked a lot of women before in his life, hundreds of women, as a matter of fact, but never had he been fucked by one of his own daughters while the other one ate his meat. The sensations were indescribable. No sooner did his cock leave the gripping warmth of Tricia's pussy, then it was enveloped by the tight warmth of Daphne's mouth. Her tongue danced and fluttered like it was some sort of tiny creature, intent on sucking the life out of his hard and pulsing organ. He could feel Tricia shift her position so that her cunt would also receive the benefit of Daphne's hungry mouth. Daphne sensed what her sister wanted instantly, and she moved her mouth up, concentrating for a few seconds on Tricia's hard and active clit. Her face was mashed into the wet cunt, her tongue extended and active.
"Ohhh," gasped Tricia, in a voice that sounded like air being let out of a tire, "that's so goooood!"
As soon as she had mouthed these words, her cunt contracted again, tighter than Hamilton had ever felt it. His prick felt like it was being squeezed in a wringer. He couldn't hold himself, back any longer. He grabbed his daughter's ass, and rammed her tightly against him. Her face ground into his, and he could feel her mouth and tongue as she tried to eat and lick up his lips. Her eyes rolled back, showing the whites clearly, as high pitched noises escaped from her throat. Hamilton couldn't hold back, not even with all his willpower. His body heaved as he felt his own orgasm approach from deep within his loins. At that point, his body jerked so spasmodically, he fell off the couch, still tightly engaged with his daughter.
Luckily for Daphne, she had anticipated that awkward action. Just in the nick of time, she managed to pull herself out of the way. She was only inches away from her father when he fell to the floor with a resounding crash, with Tricia tumbling after him.
Daphne looked at the two bodies, jerking and moaning and heaving. Her mouth watered at the delicious sight of the two balls, hanging down from her father's crotch, dangling against her sister's belly. She couldn't help herself. She scooted back up, and sucked her father's balls into her mouth.
That sharp little jab of pain/pleasure was all that Hamilton needed. He was instantly transported into a realm of pure pleasure, pleasure so intense he almost blacked out. The front of his cock was buried in pussy, his own daughter's pussy, and his balls were being tenderly sucked by his other daughter. He heard a deep rambling noise that seemed to come from within him. It was the noise of his own sperm, his own orgasm welling up inside of him.
In trembling, heated waves, the hot sperm began to pulse out of his body. It shot out forcefully into the lower depths of Tricia's pussy. When she felt the semen flood her insides, she relaxed her tight grip for a second, in order to savor the feel of the thick milky substance flooding her guts. Her mouth was open wide, her face scrunched up into an expression of either terrible agony or unbearable pleasure. Soon, her own come, a thin whitish liquid, began to spurt out of her cunt, with loud, wet, suctiony noises.
The combined juices of Hamilton and Tricia began to coat their thighs, and drip down their legs. Daphne opened her eyes just in time to see the fresh liquid dripping all over her father and her sister. She let the balls fall out of her mouth, then she slid down to where she could suck up all the wonderful fluids. Something seemed to snap in her head at that instant, and she became more like a wild animal than anything else that she could think of. Like a vampire, a sperm vampire, she greedily began to eat up all the juices she could see. She drove her tongue into her sister's cunt, even though it was still stuffed with her father's cock. It was very hard getting her head into position, so that she could suck, but somehow she managed to position herself. Her super-long tongue lapped hungrily, not missing a single drop of fluid.
Even now, she wasn't satisfied. She grabbed her father's heavy, still hard cock by the root and practically ripped it out of her sister's cunt. The cock slid out, with a painful kink right into the middle of it, but Daphne forced it out all the way and popped the still gooey member into her mouth. She gripped it around the base with both hands, and jammed it into her throat as deep as she could. Once the big cock was in place, she hummed and sucked happily, while Tricia squealed in protest, feeling cheated of it's angry warmth.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were outside, with Sue and Uncle Paul. You little bitch! I'm the one who gets to suck him afterwards!" she screamed.
"Mmmmmm?" was all Daphne could manage to say. Her mouth was full of her father's cock, and the last thing she wanted to do was listen to her flaky sister yell and complain. Daphne had followed her sister into the room, and she had watched the whole thing, the whole fuck, from beginning to end. After all, the first "lesson" her father had taught her had been quite pleasurable. She saw no reason for not having a second term of instruction.
Tricia was really pissed off, but there was nothing she could really do about it. She realized her father was certainly not going to dissuade Daphne from eating his cock. You can catch more flies with honey than vinegar, she thought, quoting something she had read in a book. Tricia resolved that she would have to go into competition with her sister. That was the only way she was going to get full control of her father's affections was to be better at sex than her sister. If it had come to this, then so be it. Tricia realized that she was engaged in full competition with Daphne. She sat up, and watched Daphne as she drained the last dregs of sperm out of her father's drooping, still throbbing penis.
Hamilton was in seventh heaven. He felt the slow milking pressure of his daughter's lips as she stroked his penis from the bottom of his shaft upwards, so that the last droplets of his sperm would ooze into her mouth. As his wits returned, he scanned the room. The first thing he saw was Tricia. She was sitting in front of him. Her legs were spread way apart, and she was rubbing her clit, with a rapt expression on her face.
"I hope you've learned your lesson, Tricia," he said, in a faltering voice.
"Yes, Daddy. Ill be good," she said softly, with her eyes cast downwards.
The next thing Hamilton did was pull Daphne's head off his cock. She looked at him, with her lips lightly parted. There was a thin web of his own sperm between her lips, a web that didn't break until she opened her mouth wide to speak. Her face was sullenly morose.
"I'm sorry I followed you in, Daddy, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to sneak," she said, with a tone of guilt in her voice.
"That's all right daughter. I'll let it get by for now. Next time, though, you make sure that you ask my permission, before you, you, ahhhh…"
"Suck you. I'll make sure I ask every time from now on. I promise I'll only suck you when you ask me to," she said affirmatively, wagging her head up and down.
"I suppose Sue Carson showed you how to suck cock like that…" Hamilton began. Suddenly his face became cloudy, "Oh my God! Where IS Sue Carson? And where's Uncle Paul?"
If Hamilton had known where they were, he would have been horribly disturbed. Uncle Paul had always been something of a practical joker, and he was up to his old tricks right now. He was hiding behind the bed with Sue, Polaroid camera in hand. Right now, he already had a stack of seven prints, almost the whole roll. Sue Carson, completely nude, kneeled behind him. She braced herself by holding Paul's shoulder lightly, with her generous breasts pressing teasingly against his back. Her eyes gleamed with lascivious pleasure.
"Wait till Hamilton gets a load of these!" whispered Paul, trying his best to control himself. He didn't want to burst into laughter and spoil everything. Right now, he was peeling off print number eight, a splendid exposure of Hamilton with his cock buried deep in his own daughter's mouth. Sue grinned. A perfect exposure. Wouldn't that be something to show all of Hamilton's pals back at the accounting office. A plan was beginning to form in her mind. Paul took the shots for a practical joke, but Sue Carson might have a far better, and more profitable use for them. She always wanted a chance to outdo wise-ass Hamilton Burns!
Before Hamilton had a chance to look about the room, Paul and Sue crawled out on their hands and knees. Hamilton was still busy fondling his two daughters. He was too engrossed to hear the faint clicking of the door.
As soon as they got out of the room, Paul sat down on the couch and adjusted the light so that he could have a better look at the pictures. He was highly amused. He was a pretty handy man with a camera, as well as a cock, and the pictures he took were bright and clear. He didn't know what he would do with them yet. As of the moment, he didn't want to show any of them to Hamilton, because he knew that he wouldn't think they were funny. Perhaps later on, though. However, Sue had ideas of her own. She knew several uses to which she could put the photos. Without saying a word, she quickly slipped a couple of the pictures under a chair, where she could retrieve them later. Paul pretended he didn't notice that one or two of them were missing. He took the remainder, to add them to his personal collection, while keeping a close eye on Sue Carson.
However, Paul was far from finished sexually. His cock was just beginning to regain it's strength after it's strenuous workout in the other room. Daphne and Tricia were obviously not available, so he turned his attention to Sue. They were both still nude, Paul hadn't seen such a good looking woman in quite a long time. He didn't really care if Sue was his brother's secretary or not. All he wanted was a warm berth for his aching cock.
Well, he thought, a stiff dick has no consciousness, or something like that anyway. He reached over slowly, until his fingers made contact with Sue's voluminous breasts. They felt like they weighed several pounds each. Sue groaned softly, then she pressed her weight against him, reaching at the same time for his dick.
"So soon?" she smiled, "I thought you were such an old man!"
"Fuck that shit. I can take it three, maybe four times a night. Why, when I was a younger man, I used to fuck 'em until their eyes popped out. I used to…"
"Shhhhh!" said Sue, carefully squeezing his dick on the sensitive part, right under the head. "You don't want to attract the attention of the Bopsy twins, and their father in there, do you? And don't you dare say 'by crackies'. We ought to get out of here!"
"I guess you're right. I'll take this up with you elsewhere," he said.
"Maybe we should take a little ride somewhere. I have my car," she replied.
"Good, very good. I'll get dressed, and we'll go to the park or something," said Paul, with not a little bit of enthusiasm in his voice.
Sue got dressed. She pulled on her short skirt, and her tight nylon top. Paul, modest to the last, retired to the bathroom. He looked very dapper in his vested suit, with a neatly folded handkerchief in the outer pocket. They met, kissed, and walked out to Sue's waiting automobile. In no time at all, they were off the main highway, with Sue skillfully steering the car down some back road. The landscape became more rural as they drove. In about half an hour, they were in a totally uncivilized area, with nothing but an occasional barn or stable.
"My God," said Paul, "I thought that Hamilton lived in a fairly urban area. I had no idea that he was so close to the sticks."
"Oh, don't believe that. To someone who knows the roads, there's always a way to get to the desolate areas. I always liked driving in the country. It makes me feel, you know, free," said Sue. Meanwhile, Uncle Paul's hand was creeping up her skirt, reaching for the soft thigh and damp pussy. Sue shifted a little bit in her seat, just to tease him, then she spread her legs to allow him to get a couple of fingers into the damp warmth of her hungry snatch. She was afraid that she was a bit of a nymphomaniac, but she never really let this fact disturb her. She was too busy enjoying herself. Paul smiled when he felt his finger make contact with her soft pussy meat.
Just as soon as his probing fingers made contact with her cunt, she shifted a little in her seat. Paul tried to follow her cunt with his fingers, but it was hard for him to keep them inside of her when she was squirming around so much. Sue slowly brought the car to a halt at the side of the road. They were parked near an old barn. It appeared to be deserted. The door was almost down and swinging on one hinge, and the whole area was overgrown with weeds. Paul grinned, and once more resumed his attack on Sue's cunt.
"C'mon now, you didn't bring me all the way out here for my health," he smiled.
"Well, you've managed to control yourself, much better than Hamilton. He's probably home right this minute, wondering where we are while his daughters are sucking his cock for him. I really think that man has no self control. He used to be the stud of the century among the secretarial pool, but since he took up with his little girls, he's as meek as a lamb with strange women. I can get off on it on one level, but I really think it's awful! Sleeping with his own daughters, I mean!" she said self righteously.
Paul looked at her, his little eyes almost bulging out of his head. "I don't really think there's anything wrong about sleeping with one's daughters. Morally, I mean. I know there's always the chance of producing a misfit child, or a birth defect or something, but that's not a moral question. There's no doubt that Daphne and Tricia are sexy little bitches. A man has, well, needs that must be satisfied." As he spoke, his hand once again made contact with her cunt. Again, she squirmed out of his reach. As if to tease him, she scooped his hard-on up in her hands, after deftly opening his fly. Then she bent over, gave him a quick kiss on the cock, and jumped out of the car. She ran to the barn, with Paul close behind her.
She got there first, and she seemed to disappear. Paul ran after her, and found himself in the musty stillness of the ancient barn. Everything smelled like rotten vegetation and old horse manure. There was very little light. Paul stumbled around, until he felt something warm underfoot. Luckily, he caught himself, in the nick of time, and avoided stepping on Sue Carson.
Sue had been waiting for him. She was laying there, stark naked, on the old hay inside on the barn floor. While Paul was stumbling around looking for her, she had undressed and hidden her clothes nearby. Paul was able to see her pubic hairs bristle in the dark cool air. He felt his cock harden, and soon there was a hefty lump demanding release inside of his pants.
He fell to his knees and put his arms around Sue. She responded vigorously, pressing her generously proportioned cunt against his crotch. Again, he reached down to touch her pussy but she shook herself out of the way, and repositioned herself on the floor.
"What is this? A fucking game of cat and mouse? We're both adults here," crankily complained Paul, wiping his dribbling cock with the flat of his hand in disgust.
"Now, now, baby. Just relax. A girl's got to get warmed up first. Why don't you use your lips on me a little bit?" she suggested. Paul gave her a soft kiss on the lips while his hands moved down lower to explore her cunt and her soft thighs. He realized that she was totally nude, a fact which he hadn't seemed to take notice of before.
"That's nice, honey, real nice. But I didn't want a kiss on the lips. I wanted you to kiss me on the cunt. You know, cunnilingus. Those two twins did a nice job on me, but I need the feel of a man's lips once in a while, I bet you're a real fine cunt-lapper!"
"Alright, I'll bite," said Paul, with a touch of amusement in his voice. "You're one of those demanding bitches I've been reading about in the newspapers. I bet you're all for that women's lib trash, aren't you?"
"If you wanted a blow-job, you'd ask me, wouldn't you?" she teased.
"Sure as hell."
"Well, then. I'm asking you for a cunt-suck. Fair is fair."
"Like I said, Sue, I'll do it now. But you'd better get used to the idea that I get sucked when I want it too. You better be prepared."
"I'm no Boy Scout," giggled Sue, "anyway, who's to say what's going to happen. I'm not really planning on making this into a long term relationship." With that, Sue pushed Paul's head towards her crotch. Paul saw the cunt approaching his face as if he were in a slow-motion movie clip. First, there was the indistinct mass of curly pubic hair. Then, the mass got more discernable. He could see the wet folds of the labia, and the little red clit button… Also, at the same time, he got a whiff of the heady aroma of fresh cunt. It was slightly sweetish, with a faint suggestion of fresh mold and fish, a damp musky scent. He opened his mouth, egged on by the pressure on the back of his head, and his tongue was soon probing the depths of her eager vagina. He held back for a second, savoring the delicate taste, then he dove right in.
"Suck me. Clean me out!" urged Sue. Once he got the first taste of cunt, Paul really didn't need any more encouragement. He was busy eating away, lapping at her pussy with loud smacking noises.