Hamilton ranted on, looking more insane by the minute. Sue was sorry she had ever started up with him. She should have been a better judge of human nature. She knew that he wasn't quite all there. Added to this, she barely even knew him, aside from having fucked him a couple of times in the office.
Hamilton regarded his captive with furious rage. He wanted to punish her, wanted to teach her a lesson for meddling in his affairs. Spanking would be too good for this bitch. He had to do something that would teach her who was boss once and for all. He rummaged about the room, looking for something to fire his imagination. As he stormed about, opening and shutting drawers, he came upon an unused enema bottle, from the time he had been constipated. As soon as he saw the ugly thing, he was brilliantly inspired. He seized the plastic bottle, and held it up to the light. It was one of those little Fleet enema bottles. It was a small plastic squeeze bottle, with a long plastic nozzle attached. It was even wrapped in sanitary foil. He ripped off the covering, and held the bottle right in front of Sue Carson.
"See this? Do you know what this is?" he said horribly, trying his best to imitate Peter Loire, although not doing a very good job of it.
"Mmmggghhh!" screamed Sue, through her bitter tasting gag. This was the most disgusting thing that had ever happened to her. Hamilton had to be out of his mind!
Hamilton inspected Sue Carson's exposed, protruding vagina. He spread the lips of her pussy with his fingers, the pussy that was artificially protuberant because of the unnatural position she found herself in. Her cunt was moist, red, and hairy, just the way he liked them. She had lusciously long legs, and the way they were tied enhanced the smooth musculature of her slim thighs. For a second, he played with her cunt, then he jammed the nozzle of the enema tube into her gash. Sue screamed and writhed. Hamilton chuckled, then he withdrew the nozzle and let the tip rest lightly against her ass. The puckered asshole twitched with fear. Sue did her best to keep the thing out of her rear. She clenched her muscles as tight as she could make them, but it still did not good. Slowly and surely, like Horatio Alger, Hamilton fed the long plastic tube up Sue Carson's defenseless asshole.
Sue felt completely humiliated. She was ashamed of herself. How had she gotten herself into this ignonomous position? She felt like an idiot, like something out of a bad movie.
Hamilton leaned in closely, peering right up Sue Carson's ass. The nozzle was all the way up her rear, and she was squirming less and less with each passing second. Wow, quickly thought Sue, Hamilton's latent misobynism is really showing through.
She took her humiliation quietly, as Hamilton squirted the entire pint of fluid right up her ass. She tensed all her muscles, then she relaxed. It felt very relaxing. She was transported back to her youth, when she had gotten an enema from her family doctor. Her stomach was now distended, as Hamilton squeezed in the full pint of the salty fluid. She started to writhe again. Her intestines were churning. She felt like she had to go to the bathroom right this second, or she would shit all over the floor. Her entire body twitched with panic.
"How do you like that?" guffawed Hamilton, "Feeling a little bit uncomfortable, hey?"
Susan would have screamed, but her mouth was too full of the wet rag. She was getting terribly uncomfortable. The warm fluid in her ass was starting to build up pressure. She had to shit, and fast. Surely Hamilton didn't intend to… to… Suddenly Sue went wild. She strained against the ropes, bucking and jerking for all she was worth. It was hard enough to keep the fluid in her ass, but now she was faced with the spectre of Hamilton Burns, staring right at her and making the most deranged faces she had ever seen. Not only that, but he went over to the sink and started to refill the enema bottle, with warm, soapy water!
"Eeeeee!" roared Sue. She tried to squirm out of the way, but Hamilton was getting closer and closer. He again jammed the nozzle up her ass. By this time, the vaseline coating had worn off the tube, so it was terribly painful and rough. Goddamn that son of a bitch, thought Susan. She would get back at that lousy bastard if it were the last thing she ever did in her life. Her insides felt like they were going to burst. She was seething inside, and burning with rage and humiliation on the outside. That bastard, that prick!!!
In a few seconds, Hamilton had emptied the contents of the second bottle of fluid into her bowels. She gritted her teeth. She was loosing every ounce of her willpower to avoid shitting all over the floor. Any second now, she would lose control of herself, and ugh! The consequences were too disgusting for her to think about.
She was screaming, pleading with Hamilton to let her go, but the only sounds that came out of her mouth were muffled gasps. His gag was crude, yet effective.
Hamilton was still guffawing. His eyes gleamed like he was crazy, and he was holding his sides with laughter. Sue groaned in agony. She didn't want to shit all over his floor, not in this horrible position.
"Maybe this will teach you to mind your own business," said Hamilton. Suddenly he was quite calm and collected, like a manic-depressive who had just crossed over from one state to another. He stood in front of her, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and callously regarded her nude body. He could tell that she was struggling. Her face was contorted in a horrible grimace, and she was doing her damndest to keep control of her bowels.
"Alright, little lady, I see you've had enough. Would you perhaps like me to unfasten those nasty ropes?" he said, in a voice of mock authority.
"Mmmmmph!" moaned Sue Carson, shaking her full rounded ass affirmatively. It was about the only part of her body that was not immobile.
"Getting a little hot under the collar? Hmmm?" said Hamilton. He scratched his chin and paced the floor in front of the girl. She stared at him, her eyes full of despair.
"Alrighty, then. Ill just loosen this tight little sash a little bit. Well see how good you are at Houdini stunts. You have about half a minute to get free, or I'll lighten that rope up again, and you'll have to suffer the consequences of that!" he said.
He bent over and took out one knot from the tightly tied bathrobe sash. Sue immediately was able to get one hand free. She scrabbled at the rest of the knots, managing to free one leg. Hamilton stared at his wristwatch. "Time's almost up," he said happily. Sue was in a panic. She didn't want to get tied up again. She could feel the soapy water churning in her guts, churning away, working at her insides. She knew that the time was now or never. She struggled up to one leg. Her breasts were all askew, held at a crazy angle by the way she was tied. She hopped grotesquely over to the bathtub, and heaved herself over the side. Hamilton followed her, flicking at her buttocks with a rolled up towel. Sue Carson gave a little yelp of pain whenever the towel stung her golden flesh. Her ass was starting to redden, and her body jerked in involuntary spasms of pain. Her stomach felt like it was going to burst.
Her degradation was just about complete. There wasn't much else Hamilton could do to her except, except… Oh, God, thought Sue. He isn't going to watch me shit! The perverted, disgusting, son of a bitch! That wretched bastard! Thai filthy slob! How could he do this to her?
Hamilton towered over her, enjoying her state of utter debasement. She was absolutely at his mercy. He waited for her to shit, standing in front of the bathtub. His arms were still crossed in front of him, as he savored the sight of his hapless captive squirming under his gaze. She flexed auu unflexec her muscles, shaking with pain and shame. Of course, the mental humiliation was worse than any tiling else, but that was understood without anyone having to verbalize it. Sue wiggled, as Hamilton watched her every move. He particularly lilted the way her cunt open and shut, as she grappled for a handhold inside of the tub. One breast flopped one way, and one the other. Her cocoa nipples were surprisingly hard, like the nipples of a woman who is in a state of arousal.
Hamilton could tell that this woman's emotions were in a state of flux, a condition brought about by the sudden infliction of an arcane reality on a previously normal life. Usually such a bizarre shift in focal points brings on unreasoning fear and horror, but in this particular case Sue's disgust and loathing were somehow transformed into an anal-compulsive manifestation of sexually related sensations. Her cunt dripped with her rapidly appearing lubrication fluid. Although her limbs were bound, almost totally incapacitating her, she was paradoxically involved and absorbed with the sensual feelings of release associated with the artificially induced loosening of her bowels. As the warm shit flowed out of her ass, pooling in the tub around her, she felt the onset of the spasms of pleasure associated with the female orgasm. When she looked up, she saw the figure of Hamilton Burns. His ugly, leering face gave him the appearance of the Devil, and since it was he who was causing her humiliation, not she of her own volition, she was free to enjoy the pleasurable undulations of her body, without the least hint of guilt, since all that was transferred to Hamilton, the Devil figure. So what was important was her image of him, not the actual shame she was experiencing. If she had been on, say, LSD, she might have assumed she was being reborn, baptized by the vile product of her own eliminative system.
On the other hand, Sue Carson had an ungodly orgasm, as Hamilton watched her struggle with a gigantic flow of enema tinged diarrhea. "Mmmmmppggghhh!!!" she choked. The stench of the shit was almost unbearable. Hamilton watched her suffer, knowing full well that he was embarrassing her half-way to death. "Well, now, my little cock-tease. Are you satisfied with yourself?"
Of course, it was impossible for poor little Sue Carson to say a word. Being of a kind nature, Hamilton stuck his hand behind her head, and untied the knot that bound the washrag in her mouth. "Prick! Bastard! Shithead!" blurted Sue, as soon as the gag was out of her mouth.
"Now, now, let's keep our tempers," soothed Hamilton, playing his role to the hilt. "And speaking of shitheads, I'd say that the description fits you, rather than me," he concluded. He reached down and gingerly touched her cunt with his finger, feeling the still wet come-juice that soaked her thighs. "Well, now, what have we here? Don't tell me that Miss Hoity-toity Sue Carson actually had an orgasm from her enema? Don't tell me that little Sue Carson actually enjoyed being forced to wallow in her own excrement?!" he leered.
"You son-of-a-bitch," hissed Sue. She couldn't admit that she had loved every second of her torture. What kind of a girl would he think she was, anyway?
"You're filthy," he said, "both hi mind and body. There's only one cure for such a dirty little girl."
"What's that?" she asked.
"This," said Hamilton. He turned on the hot water spigot, full blast. Scalding hot water poured out of the shower head, soaking Sue Carson to the marrow. "Ahhhhhhhh!" she screamed. She futilely attempted to cover her face with her hands, but it was no use. After watching her writhe for a couple of seconds, Hamilton turned on the cold water as well, somewhat modifying the intensity of the little bath. Now Sue was bathed in a fine spray of tepid water. She almost felt grateful, as the slimy shit drained down the basin. Still, she was tightly hog-tied. Try as she might, she couldn't get the other knots off of her wrists, "Hamilton! Let me go this instant," she said loudly.
"My dear, you're still in no position to make any demands. Don't you realize that you're as helpless as can be? I still have one more little chore to perform," he said.
"You're… you're insane!" blurted Sue Carson, "I didn't realize it before, but you're totally insane! I can't believe what a maniac you turned out to be!"
"Only in private my dear. To the world at large, I'm considered a right regular fellow. If you told this story to anyone, I'm sure they would think you were the insane one," laughed Hamilton. Not when they see those pictures of you fucking your daughters, thought Sue, with an inward laugh. I'm going to get you back for every second of this.
Hamilton wasn't paying attention to a word of her cursing and grumbling. He was busy putting phase two of his plan into effect. Hamilton strode over to the doorway, and cupped his hands in front of his mouth: "Tricia, Daphne!" he called.
"Yes, Daddy?" came a voice from the head of the stairs.
"I want you all to come down here. I have something I want you to see," he said.
"What, Daddy?" asked Tricia, her voice faint and far away.
"Just come down here. You'll see in a moment." In a few minutes, the patter of small feet could be heard climbing down the stairs. Tricia poked her head in the door. She was wearing a pink nightgown, semi-transparent, that showed her youthful body off to full advantage. Her cunt hairs were clearly visible through the flimsy material. Daphne peeked in next. She was wearing nothing but a bra and panties. She also wore big fluffy slippers on her feet. They both stood at the doorway. "What do you want, Daddy? We were just going to bed!"
"Come in here. I want you to see what happens to a woman who acts in a filthy manner. You both probably thought I was going to fuck Miss Carson. You thought that was why I sent you two girls upstairs. Well, now you can both see how very wrong you both were. Behold Miss Sue Carson. She is now in the position that befits her the most!"
The two nearly nude teenagers crowded around the tub, almost pushing their father out of the way. Sue squealed and bucked her hips, ranting and raving at the top of her lungs. "You filthy bastard! I'll get you for this! Get those girls out of here!"
"Phew, Daddy, it stinks in here," said Tricia, holding her nose.
"What did you do to Miss Carson?"
"Miss Carson is enjoying the results of my hospitality. She butted her nose in where it didn't belong and now she's paying for it. Are we enjoying ourselves, Ms. Carson?" asked Hamilton, emphasizing the pronunciation of the prefix "Ms.". He knew that Sue was somewhat keen on the topic of Women's Liberation.
"Now girls, I'm going to show you what happens to wanton sluts, like his. Carson, here. I want to make sure that neither of my two gorgeous daughters turns out this way. Ms. Carson has been found guilty of lesbianism, fucking my brother, and poorly influencing the morals of two minors. Now watch what I'm going to do to her!"
As the two daughters watched, Hamilton picked up a wet towel from the floor, and he slowly wrapped it into a rat-tail. Sue Carson bellowed at the top of her lungs. She tore at the sash that bound her arm and leg, but it was tied too tightly for her useless scramblings to have any effects. Hamilton raised the towel above his head, took his distance, and viciously brought the dripping cloth down on Sue Carson's back.
"Ahhhh!" wailed Sue Carson. A red welt rose on her backside. She frantically rubbed her ass with her free hand, but Hamilton whacked her again, and again. Her rear was soon one big red mass of swollen flesh. Hamilton was practically drooling at the mouth. He had to use a monumental amount of self control to restrain himself from beating the girl insensible.
Finally, with beads of sweat dripping from his brow, he threw the filthy rag down on the floor. He knelt down, with his contorted face close to Sue's and hissed in her face: "There now. Let that be a lessen to you. I don't ever want to see you again. You're fired from your job, and I don't want you hanging around my house. I'm sick to my stomach at the way you corrupted my two daughters. Take your lesbian tendencies elsewhere."
Straightening up, he addressed Daphne and Tricia. "Now girls, I want you to untie Ms. Carson here. Take her into the kitchen, give her a cup of coffee, and throw her out. If I ever catch you near her again, I'll give both of you the same treatment."
"Yes, Daddy," rasped Tricia. She was shuddering in fright. She had never seen her father in such an agitated condition. She flung back her long hair, almost afraid to let her father have a look at her enormous breasts. She didn't want to be raped by him now, not while he was in such a state of sadistic arousal. "Take it easy, Sue. I'll untie you and get you out of here. I don't think we ought to disturb Daddy while he's feeling this way," she whispered.
"Please," moaned Sue, "hurry up!" In a minute, young Tricia Burns had disentangled Sue Carson from her ropes and stays. Sue stood up, and shook her sore fists at Hamilton.
"You dirty bastard. I'm going to fix your wagon. You just wait. I've got something on you that you won't be able to squirm out of!" she bellowed. "I'm going to ruin you, Hamilton Burns!" bellowed Sue.
"I hope you don't intend blackmail," said a calm voice from behind her. Sue Carson wheeled around, and gaped in shock. Uncle Paul was standing behind her, with a sheet of Polaroid pictures in his hand. He handed one to Sue. There she was, plain as day, sucking on Hamilton's cock.
Now Sue's eyes were wide with disbelief, horror, and every kind of confused emotion that was known to human beings. She had been betrayed by everyone! How stupid she had been to think that Uncle Paul would betray his own brother! Paul had plenty of pictures of her, in a most compromising situation. If she attempted to blackmail Hamilton, then Paul would do likewise to her. Tears of rage began to pour out of her eyes. "You tricked me, you all tricked me. You're all no good. I hate you all!" she wailed. She tore at her hair in frustration. Hamilton was pleased. He always had wanted to put that haughty cunt in her place.
Daphne and Tricia were astonished. They liked Sue Carson, alright, they even felt sorry for her, but they couldn't stand someone who would stoop to blackmailing their own father. Hamilton looked at Paul, and Paul nodded to him, with a big grin on his face. "Don't worry, Hamilton. Ill explain everything later. Everything is under control."
"So I see," said Hamilton, wiping his brow. Good old Paul. So he hadn't turned out to be such a prick after all. While Sue fumed, Paul told the girls what had been going on. Daphne glared at Sue, and Tricia slapped her across the face.
"Bitch! How dare you come in here, and fuck around with my father!"
"Let's toss her out, Trish," added Daphne. They allowed Sue Carson to hastily pull on a few garments. She looked totally disheveled, and tears were spilling from her eyes. Her hair was hanging in a stringy mass all over her face, and her body was beet red from the hot water shower. The worst part was her sore and swollen ass. She could barely stand up. The mete touch of her clothing made her rear swell and burn. Her humiliation was total. Hamilton had made a fool of her. Now she was out of a job, in a state of shock, and utterly debased. She didn't even protest when Tricia and Daphne took her by the arms and escorted her out of the house. "Good-bye, Sue Carson," they said in unison. Sue Carson looked at them with an incredulous expression on her face. "But girls," she protested. To her horror, she felt Tricia's angry foot on her rear, kicking her out of the house. Sue held her scalding bottom, gave a loud shriek, and ran to her car, burning with shame. Her humiliation was complete.
When they had slammed the door, the two sisters looked at each other. They had big grins on their faces. "I guess that puts things back to normal," said Tricia. Her face was relaxed and beaming. She felt like a mature, adult woman!
"Now the only one left is Uncle Paul," said Daphne. "Once we get rid of him, well have Daddy all to ourselves again," she said.
"I think Uncle Paul will be a little hard to get rid of," answered Tricia. Then a sly look passed across her face. "On the other hand, I don't think it would be such a tragedy if Uncle Paul stayed around. He looks just like Daddy, and he fucks nicely too!"
"Agreed," said Daphne. The two girls shook hands, and walked back to the bathroom. They were going to extract the maximum amount of pleasure from both their relatives. They really felt dirty and sexy. Never in their lives had they ever been involved in anything that was so totally filthy and sexy and lewd. Tricia knew that she had never been allowed to push around another girl before, especially one like Sue Carson, who was much older than she was. She felt little twinges of erotic thrills racing up and down her spine. She felt mature, lavicious, and ready for more sex. She was finally growing up!
When they got back to the bathroom, Uncle Paul and Hamilton were laughing. Paul had a sheet of photographs in his hand. Hamilton was looking at them with interest. Her father seemed to have regained his normal composure, and now he was laughing and smiling happily.
"Well, I'm so glad to get my girls back. Uncle Paul told me the whole story. I forgive all of you. I'm just glad we got back together again. There's nothing like a well-ordered home."
"Yes, Daddy," said Tricia and Daphne in unison.
They spent the next few hours cleaning up the house. Hamilton sent out for a Chinese dinner. They ate the egg-rolls hungrily, and washed everything else down with a big pot of tea. Hamilton was acting expansively friendly with his brother. They clapped each other on the shoulders and talked about old times. The two sisters merely sat on the edge of their chairs, watching the men for any signs of arousal. All of the events of the day had gotten both of them fantastically aroused. Tricia could feel her young furry cunt dribbling with excitement. She put her heel under her thigh, and rocked back and forth, keeping her cunt pressed against her foot. She winked at her sister. Daphne saw what she was doing, and she imitated her older sister. Soon, both of the little girls were rocking back and forth on their heels, stimulating their eager cunts. Tricia was wearing a thin nightgown, and her frizzy cunt hairs stuck out of the edges of the filmy pair of nylon panties that went with the outfit. To the total disappointment of the two girls, when their father finished eating, he pushed his chair back and announced that he was going to bed. Tricia looked at Daphne: "Don't worry," said the other girl, "we'll take care of this tomorrow." They went into their own bedrooms and fell asleep, after not a little amount of giggling and going over the day's events.
In the morning, Tricia and Daphne awoke at the same time. Tricia looked at Daphne, and the same idea seemed to cross their heads at the same instant. The two nude girls crawled out of bed together, and then slipped into loose bathrobes. Tricia studied Daphne, whose large breasts were spilling out of the front of the nightdress. Her strawberry nipples were getting hard and they made a soft impression against the filmy material. Tricia lay her head against her sister's chest, feeling the warm orbs as they flattened against her cheeks.
"Do you want to go into Daddy's room?" asked Daphne.
"Yes," replied Tricia, giggling slyly. "I think he needs some attention after all that happened the other day."
"Yeah. I mean I simply cannot believe what that Sue Carson bitch wanted to do to him. I can see wanting to fuck him, but nobody I know would use photographs for blackmail," she answered wisely. "I wouldn't want to get Daddy into any trouble, even if he is a bastard!"
"I know. I really do like Daddy, you know," she said assertively.
"So do I," said Daphne with finality, "let's go wake him up right this instant."
The two half naked sisters walked silently down the hall, leaving the doors open behind them, so they wouldn't make any noise when they shut. They paused in front of the guest room. When they peered in, Uncle Paul was in there, sleeping soundly. Satisfied that their father was alone, the two girls crept into their father's bedroom.
Hamilton was fast asleep. He was nude, and the woolen blanket was half on his body, half off. His huge cock was fully erect, and it rested straight up, against his belly button.
"All men are like that in the morning," said Tricia with authority, "it's their morning piss-erection. Men are really good to fuck first thing in the morning. It's when they're the hardest."
"Really?" said Daphne, "I didn't know that."
"Yes," said Tricia with another affirmative shake of her head. Then silently, she licked her lips with her red moist tongue, and slowly knelt by the side of the bed. Hamilton didn't even stir. He was dead asleep. As Daphne watched her sister with mounting interest, Tricia brought her open mouth closer and closer to her father's cock. She could smell the musty odor of her father's penis. It was sweet, yet heavy smelling at the same time. She tenderly grasped the thick organ at the base, and then she let just the tip of her tongue flutter against the purple and bulbous glans.
Still, Hamilton didn't wake up. He let out a low groan in his sleep, and adjusted his position so that his cock was closer to the source of the sopping wet warmth of his daughter's mouth. Tricia stifled a giggle, then she pulled her mouth away from the cock, holding it very delicately by the root.
"C'mere, Daphne," she whispered. Daphne stood in front of her sister. Tricia dipped quickly, and gave her sister's twat a long wet kiss, from the bottom of the slit all the way up to the clitoris. Daphne shuddered, and moved her cunt closer to her sister's face. "No, you silly little idiot," said Tricia, "I'm not going to suck you, I just wanted to get you wet so that it would be easy for you to fuck Daddy once I get him ready!"
Daphne understood right away. She climbed on top of her sleeping father, and straddled his body, holding her body so that her downy bush barely touched his stiffly erect penis.
"No, no, back off a little bit," whispered Tricia. Daphne did as she was told. While she waited, Tricia licked her gorgeous lips, and then brought her head closer to her father's huge penis. Hamilton stirred a little bit in his sleep. Tricia backed off, then, holding her head daintily, she again moved her lips closer to the stiff penis. With a light motion, she dipped her head down and engulfed her father's cock in her mouth. She nibbled on it gently, sucking it all the way from the base of the shaft. Her eyes were becoming cloudy as she nibbled on the cock to her heart's content. Hamilton was still asleep.
Daphne, from her position on her father's belly, angrily looked down on her sucking sister. Why did Tricia always get to he all the fun? She would have yelled at Tricia, but she was so afraid of waking her father, she managed to remain silent.
Tricia sucked a little harder. She brought her hand under the heavy balls, and rifted them up a fraction of an inch. The moist heat under the fleshy orbs dissipated slightly, and she felt a gentle rush of cool air glide through her fingers. The tip of the cock felt like silk in her mouth. She eagerly ate the penis. Her mouth worked more rapidly, as the heavy cock filled her throat.
A gushing stream of saliva spilled out of the comer of her mouth, as she happily sucked on his cock. She was just waiting for the instant that her father would wake up. She wanted to see the look of surprise on his face as he became aware of what was happening. Daphne stared with repressed rage. It was starting all over again. Her sister got to do all the good stuff, while she was forced to simply watch. There was nothing quite so bad as sibling rivalry, with their father's cock as the stakes.
Hamilton was fast asleep. The events of the previous days had just about exhausted him. He was in a deep stage of REM slumber, as the scientists say. Nothing could have woken him up… except a pair of warm teen-age lips, pressed gently around the head of his cock. His big warm furry body was trembling ever so slightly. He shifted his weight in bed, and rolled over on his side. Tricia let his big penis slip out of his side, she followed his penis with her mouth. She nestled herself into a fetal-like position beside her father. Her hands were bunched up near her ample chest, and her knees were drawn up around her stomach. Like a baby sucking on a nipple. Tricia was sucking on her father's cock, and nothing else seemed to matter.
For the next few minutes, none of the participants changed their stances. Daphne straddled her sleeping father, watching Tricia suck him out of the corner of her eye. Tricia kept the big cock in her mouth, while thin rivers of saliva dripped onto the sheets. Hamilton was sleeping like a log. His face had a beatific expression splashed across it.
Slowly, the sensations of Tricia's warm mouth began to penetrate through his veil of slumber. He began to dream that he was being sucked by a goldfish, or a mermaid, as he lay floating on a coral sea. As his awareness penetrated his lower levels of sleep, he reached down his hands and began to stroke the ardent head that was so raptly fastened on his tug penis. He was still unaware of the reality. He imagined that he was in a barn with some big furry animal, a cow maybe, that was slurping up his cock with long, wet strokes.
Unconsciously, he began his coital movements. He shifted his weight back and forth, pushing his big penis deeper and deeper into his daughter's mouth. Tricia sucked willingly, happy to be of service to her dear old pater. She wanted most of all to see the expression on his face when he woke up, even more, she wanted to feel the hot gush of his semen as it sloshed down her throat. She could barely wait!!!
Still, Hamilton was not awake. He lounged in his slumber, like some big beast of the jungle. His body radiated heat, and he stretched languidly, bathed in his slumber. Tricia decided to help him along a little bit. She gave him a tiny nip on his prick. Not enough to cause any pain, just enough to rouse him out of his slumber. Hamilton grunted in his sleep, and his dream popped like one of those thought balloons in the cartoons. He shifted in his sleep again, and grabbed Tricia's head.
He awoke suddenly, almost startled. He felt the violent mouth on his prick, and his eyes gogged out. It took almost half a minute to realize that he was being sucked, that it was his own daughter Tricia who was giving him this delicious sleepy blow-job. At the same instant, he felt the softer pressure of Daphne's furry pussy hovering above him. He reached up. He touched her heavy, golden breasts, and ran his finger along her nipples, feeling their swollen hardness. He could smell the fragrant muskiness of her tight young pussy. Ah, it was good to have a pair of daughters. Such good, sweet little girls who enjoyed attending to their father's needs. He eased back, and let his cock slip into her mouth even deeper. Now he began a series of deep, well timed coital thrusts. No longer was he sound asleep. Now he was an aware, directed man, using his daughter's mouth for his own pleasure.
He liked to think of it that way. He was using her, using her mouth for his own pleasure. And Tricia was happy to let herself be used. She wanted to be the receptacle for her father's sperm. She wanted to taste the delicious fluid, she wanted to feel it spurt down her gums, splash over her teeth, to run slowly and oozily down her eager throat. The very taste, the very feel of her father's prick was heaven to her.
On top, Daphne wriggled impatiently. "Daphne!" she bleated. "You said I was going to get a chance!" She shook her hips angrily, buffeting the flat of Hamilton's stomach.
Tricia didn't care. Besides, she hadn't actually said anything, she had merely implied that she was going to let Daphne fuck her father after she had sucked him awake. However, Tricia fully intended to let her father come in her mouth. She was going to force him to come in her mouth. She knew that she wouldn't be satisfied until her father's come was dripping down her throat, until she was flooded with mouthful after mouthful of the delicious fluid.
Daphne second guessed her sister. She grabbed Tricia by the hair, and practically ripped it out by the roots, knocking Tricia to the floor. Tricia screamed in loud protest.
"What the hell's the matter with you, you dirty bitch?" screamed Tricia, picking herself up from the carpeted floor. Her now nude body rippled defiantly, and the scent of her aroused feminity rose into the still air of the bedroom.
Daphne didn't answer. Her mouth covered her father's cock, she was sucking away for dear life, trying to finish the job that her sister had started. She wanted to make her father come first. She had to finish the job that Tricia had started, before the little bitch was able to knock her out of place.
"Girls!" said Hamilton loudly. He dreamily sat up in bed, with Daphne following his erect cock with her mouth like some sort of a snake. Her eyes looked up at her father's chest, while her active tongue rolled in slow circles around her father's swelling glans. As little droplets of the pre-come fluid appeared, Daphne lapped them up with her eager tongue.
Hamilton found himself hard pressed to control himself. He marveled at how expert his little daughters had become in so short a space of time. They were eating his prick with the skill of much older women. He had to admit that Tricia was just a tiny bit better at it than her sister, but he would never tell her that. Anyway, practice makes perfect. He intended to keep her lapping at his cock for a long time to come. He could hear the slurping noises as she gobbled his penis, eating and sucking away with youthful abandon. He knew that he was on the verge of a tremendous orgasm. Only which daughter did he want to receive it? Daphne was talented and eager, but Tricia might have just that extra-special touch. Quickly, he decided to let Daphne eat his come… for this time, anyway. He looked at her bobbing head, with that rapt expression frozen on her delicate face. She looked so nice, so virginal. Best of all, she was his own daughter. He remembered the many times that his late wife had sucked his cock for him. Daphne and his wife looked almost the same, as if she were a slightly off carbon copy.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tricia approaching, with hatred on her face. She was about to push Daphne off the bed, and regain her original place in front of her father, sucking his cock. Hamilton had to act fast, if he was going to stop Tricia from spoiling his orgasm. He was already on the brink of coming, and he knew if he switched mouths, the pleasure would be considerably diminished. "Tricia!!!" he bellowed, in a voice loud enough to wake the dead, "Dont you dare come an inch closer!!!"
Tricia stopped dead in her tracks, as she watched, her father's body shudder with the first of his orgasmic spasms. His entire body lurched and shuddered with the force of his violent orgasm. The sperm jetted into Daphne's mouth with remarkable force. It hit the back of her throat, and it splashed down her gullet. She had been unprepared for this assault on her oral orifice, and it took her a little while to compose herself and start swallowing. She grinned happily, as best she could with her mouth so packed full of the sperm, and then she began swallowing everything that poured down her throat.
Tricia was red with rage and jealousy. Her eyes were dancing fire, and she stomped the ground with her feet in frustration. "Damn you, Daphne! You're always getting my share of fun!" Daphne didn't answer her. She was too busy eating her father's sperm. She milked the cock up from the base, and the remaining dollops of the sticky sperm oozed into her hungry mouth. The come tasted delicious to her. She was becoming quite fond of the musky tasting frothy liquid. It felt good and thick and warm when it slid down her throat, and it felt so good when it sat like a warm lump of oatmeal in the bottom of her growling stomach. She was muchly content with herself. She didn't even care if she had made Tricia jealous. Tricia could just go to hell.
Now that they were all together in the room, the element of surprise had worn off. The sight of the two nude little girls, both eager to service him in any way he pleased, was having a volcanic effect on his already inflated ego. The only problem left was figuring out who got to fuck him. In the morning, Hamilton could sustain, two, maybe three erections within a short space of time. He languished on the bed, his cock dripping slowly, watching carefully all the movements of his two sexy girls.
"Well, now. This is really a surprise for a horny old man. What made you come into my room at such an early hour? I was almost going to leave you alone. I thought that you both had had enough of all this fucking and sucking," he said.
"It was my idea, Daddy," piped up Tricia, thrusting her heavy breasts closer to him with pride, "I decided to suck you off as soon as I got up. I was going to fuck you too, but Daphne spoiled my plan. She wasn't supposed to suck you off all the way. She was supposed to wait, while we fucked you afterwards."
"That's alright, baby," said Hamilton. He pointed to his already recovering cock. "You'll get your chance to suck on it too." Tricia smiled at him, and licked her lips. An innocent gesture, but one full of sexual promise!
At that very second, Uncle Paul stuck his head into the room, "What's all the commotion?" he said, with a bizarre hit to his voice. He was wearing a thin bathrobe, and his prick dangled out through the open slit on the front. Daphne smiled at him, but she remained close to her father, squeezing his prick in her hands. Tricia shot her father an enraged look. She was angry at him for having deserted her, or so it seemed to her. She had engineered his whole morning, and now she couldn't even enjoy the fruits of her labor. She crept up to her father's brother, and knelt before him, wrapping her hands around his waist.
"Would you like to be sucked?" she asked in a loud voice, loud enough for her father to hear her.
"Of course," said Paul. Now that Paul was in Hamilton's good graces, he figured that he could get away with a little incestuous behavior. After all, if Hamilton was fucking and sucking his own daughters, he could do the same. After all, they were his nieces. He sat down on the chair behind him, and gathered her fluffy head into his arms. He felt a shock of pleasure as her warm mouth made contact with his rapidly hardening penis. She started to suck him, even more expertly then she had sucked her father. Her head bobbed up and down with obvious enthusiasm.
Hamilton watched this scene with growing discomfort. His brother was really acting completely out of character. Up until this time, he had always known Paul to be a soft spoken, practical joker, who would never show his sexual feelings in public. It was a mystery to Hamilton. The sight of his little girl mouthing his brother's penis was getting Hamilton inordinately excited. His flaccid cock was getting harder and harder, and he felt Daphne starting to suck harder and harder. The little bitch still wasn't satisfied, he thought. She still wanted another mouthful of sperm! He lazily pumped his cock in and out of her mouth a few times, but his desire mounted faster than she was able to suck. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and nudged Daphne over onto her belly. She lay spraddled on the bed, with her softly rounded ass pointed at him invitingly. With a grunt of pleasure, Hamilton spread the cheeks of her ass, inhaling the fragrant cunt-smell that filled the air. He spit on his fingers and rubbed the glistening saliva up and down her cunt-slit, then he gave her clitoris a few preliminary rubs. Daphne was twitching and shuddering. "Please, Daddy, Daddy!" was all she could say.
Keeping his eye on Tricia who was sucking Paul lustily, Hamilton fit the knob of his violently erect penis into Daphne's wet twitching cunt. She clenched her muscles for a split-second, then she relaxed. At the very instant she let loose, her father's huge cock plunged deep into her cunt. She squirmed frantically, moving first one way and then the other. Her father had thoroughly impaled her on his ramrod-like cock. She was filled up to the hilt with the big, pulsing rod. It was practically driving her crazy with lust. She felt like she would go insane if he kept his cock inside of her any longer.
He held it in deeply for about a minute, then he pulled out slowly. He found a speed, then he settled into it. Slowly and steadily, he rammed his big cock in and out of her pussy. Her hands were bunched up in fists, and she pounded on the bed. Little moans of pleasure escaped from her throat as she wriggled and jounced. She was pinioned under the weight of her father. Hamilton fucked like a horse, with his eyes gogging out of his sockets.
Daphne really liked the way it felt, being fucked from this rear entry position. Her father could hold onto her round warm buttocks as he fucked her, like some sort of smooth handle. She stifled a loud squeal, then she nestled her head into the soft sheets, as the big cock moved in and out of her fragile body. She clenched her teeth, and began to rotate her rear in small circles, rubbing her clit against the hard ridge of her father's shaft.
While he was fucking her with all his might, Hamilton kept a close watch on the activities of his other daughter Tricia. The little bitch was vigorously sucking off his brother Paul. Paul had his head thrown back, his mouth open, and he was muttering and cursing in some of the most vile language that Hamilton had ever heard. That was saying a lot, because Hamilton had heard some of the worst, back in his younger days.
When Tricia lifted her head back slightly, Hamilton knew she was about to consume Paul's orgasmic fluids. She held just the knob of his cock in her mouth, like she was sucking on a nipple, ready to receive his offering. Hamilton pumped harder. Daphne's cunt was sopping wet. He felt her hot cunt juices bubbling inside of her, making a tight, sloshy berth for his blood-gorged penis. When Paul's expression turned to one of rapture, Hamilton also allowed himself to lose control. The two brothers were coming at the same time, one into the cunt of one daughter, and one into the mouth of his brother's daughter. The sound of low gurglings and moaning filled the quiet air of Hamilton's bedroom. Hamilton flopped down on the bed, feeling more dead than alive. He had been utterly drained. He felt like his marrow had been drawn down through his penis.
Paul grinned at his brother, with a peculiar expression on his face. He looked at Daphne, then at Tricia, then back at Daphne. Daphne was laying across her father's bed, with her mouth wide open and her eyes gleaming. Tricia was kneeling between his thighs. Her lips were coated with his milky sperm. Paul smiled, then he simply got up and walked back to his bedroom, leaving Tricia to stare at him with a puzzled expression on her face.
"Uncle Paul!" she screamed. There was no answer.
"You'd better get into bed with me," said Hamilton. Tricia looked at him, trying to determine his mood, but then she decided that she had better be subservient to her father's wishes. She hopped into bed with him, nudging her sister Daphne out of the way, so that she could take her rightful place next to her father. In a small amount of time, Hamilton was fast asleep, with a nude daughter on either side of him. She rolled first one way, then the other, squashing each daughter in turn.
Even though it was morning, Hamilton needed a few extra hours of sleep. All of this unaccustomed sexual activity had worn him out. Besides, he had to take his brother Paul back to the airport at noon. Paul had certainly been acting peculiar; all these years Paul had been acting like the prude of the century, but now Hamilton had finally found out his true nature. Paul had turned out to be just as lecherous and horny as the rest of them.
Daphne and Tricia snarled and bickered with one another all through the night. They were still growing up, and they had a lot of role playing and pecking order problems to work out. They were young, voluptuous women, with all of the needs that a full grown woman demands. Their young, ripening pussies were craving the feel of cock, and Hamilton knew in the back of his mind that even he would not be able to satisfy them in the years to come. He resolved that he would make the best of their youth, by fucking and sucking and training his daughters as long as they were willing to submit to him. What more could any man want. Two sexy daughters, a good job, and, as Jerry had told him, a color TV in every room.
Hamilton rested easy. He reached out and rested an arm on the breast of his daughter Tricia. He put his other hand directly on Daphne's cunt, then he broke into a broad smile.
"Don't fight girls, Daddy has plenty of cock for you both."
Daphne giggled, and Tricia grinned happily. They snuggled closer to their father on his big bed, until there was barely any room for Daddy.