It was Mark who was ordered to serve dinner to the two girls that night. He complained very bitterly about it and threatened to tell his father if they didn't treat him any better. The girls countered this threat by getting up from the table and pummeling him thoroughly before going on with their dinner. And the girls slept together that night, holding hands in the darkness and reliving the terrific sexual adventures they'd had that day.
They awoke in the morning feeling vibrantly good. They jumped into the shower together and giggled and played with each other, then dressed in brief summer clothes and went to see Olive.
"Hi," she said, kissing them both. "Great to see you both looking so good this morning, but I don't have any time for fun and games with you today. I've got a visitor coming, so you better run along and take care of your housework and things. I'll see you later on. He should be here pretty quick now."
Both the girls were disappointed, but they gracefully left Olive's house. Back at Lynette's, Lynette said, "We really should clean up the place and do some shopping. What if Daddy comes home and finds the house like this? Betty, you and Mark start cleaning up while I go to the store."
Lynette kissed her cousin. Mark's pouting expression disappeared when his sister called him over and had him kiss his cousin and make up. He had his hand under Betty's tank top, and she was unbuttoning the fly of his trunks when Lynette went out the back door with the shopping list.
She ducked through the hedge and entered Olive's back door. She tiptoed through the house and found her neighbor at her dressing table, clad in a sheer, black negligee and painting her fingernails red while she hummed a happy tune. Olive gave quite a start when Lynette spoke from the bedroom doorway.
"It's your boy friend that's coming to see you isn't it?"
"Sneak up on me like that again and I'll snatch you bald-headed!"
Lynette rushed to her side, kneeled, and took her hand. "You said you'd let me do it with your boyfriend if I was good, and I've been good as can be. I brought you Betty to have some fun with, just like you told me to. And I'll do more, I'll do anything you say, if you just let me do it with a real, grown man like your boyfriend is."
Olive grinned and said, "I think he's too much of a man for you. It could hurt you."
"You said he's talked about fucking me. And he'll know how to do it so it won't hurt too awful much. Please, Olive! Oh, please! I'll get any boy or girl in school for you if you'll just introduce me to your boyfriend!"
Olive said, "I won't introduce you. But I'll let you hide in the closet like Russ did while my boyfriend is here. If you want to come out and try to join us, that's fine. If not, just stay there and keep your mouth shut."
Lynette thought it was a super plan. She kissed Olive in her gratitude, and she was tongue-tickling her clitoris when they both heard the back door slam. Quick as a flash, Lynette was in the closet and taking off her clothes, she was absolutely certain that nothing Olive's boyfriend could say or do would change her mind about wanting to be fucked by a real, grown man.
The moment she saw him she changed her mind, because, after all, he was her father.
Howard scooped Olive up in his arms and swung her about the room while both of them laughed and kissed. They still laughed and kissed when they'd flopped down on the bed. Lynette watched in horror. When Howard sat up to unbutton his shirt, Olive said, "You're not wasting any time. You couldn't be a bit horny, could you?"
"I was born horny and I'll die horny. And it sure didn't help to be up there on the farm watching all those animals fuck all the time."
"Your wife didn't notice the animals fucking?" Howard tossed his shirt aside and said, "She was too busy bottle-feeding a couple of baby goats." He kicked off his shoes and socks and said, "She could be in the middle of a whorehouse on a Saturday night and not notice what was going on. How about you, Olive? You been horny since I been gone?"
Olive shrugged and smiled at the closet door. "You know me. I don't miss out. I broke in our paper boy, and while I was at it I gave a couple of girls a few sex education lessons."
Howard stopped and sighed in the middle of taking off his trousers. "This thing you have for girls makes me wonder about you. But as long as it's not my kid, you're welcome to it." He shucked off his pants and shorts, revealing a cock whose girth was as big as Lynette's wrist and whose length extended it halfway down his thigh. "How about Lynette? Have she and Betty been keeping out of trouble? And have you gotten your hot hands on Mark yet?"
Olive peeled back her negligee and Howard immediately closed his hands over her tits. She smiled and made a face at him, while a few feet away, Lynette chewed on her lip and rubbed at her pussy that had been all wet and itching since before she had entered the closet. Olive had been right in sending her out of the room. How could she possibly fuck her father? Even though she loved him, yearned for him more than for any other man in the world, it just wasn't right. And of course it was quite impossible – him with a cock like a bull's and her with a cunt like a chicken's. But it was the very size of his cock that enticed her. As she breathlessly watched her father play with Olive's tits while Olive fondled him, his cock grew larger with his every pulse beat, and Lynette's eyes grew wider, too.
His cock seemed to grow increasingly longer, slowly standing up at a steeper and steeper angle. Lynette clutched at her stomach, feeling queasy dizzy, and still staring hard at the big, thick shaft of her father's cock with its big, bulbous knob gleaming red. Soon his cock was all she could see. The room narrowed down as if she was viewing it through a telescope. Her cunt seemed, on fire with itching as she slowly pushed open the door.
"Hello, Daddy. Can I play, too?"
"What the hell!" Howard flushed red with rage and embarrassment, snatched up his pants and covered his cock. He stammered out a scolding at Olive, who sat back laughing, and it was Olive's cool handling of him that prompted Lynette to come forward from out of the closet.
"I asked if I could play," she said, with her best smile, tugging at his hastily draped trousers.
"I'll take a paddle to you!" said her father. He raised his hand as if to strike her.
Lynette coolly stood her ground. She'd take a paddling if it meant getting closer to his cock. She stood her ground and pouted prettily at him. "I just want to play. After all," she said, as she ran her hands down over her slender, naked body, "What's the difference if we play with each other naked?"
"You know very well what the difference is," he sternly said. But she knew very well that she had him, though, by the way he was watching he fondle her sweet tits.
"You put on your clothes and march right home, and I'll attend to you later, lady," he ordered.
Lynette pouted some more. She pushed one of her hands down between her legs to toy for an eye-widening moment with her cunt, and then raised a wet, perfumed finger before her father's nose. She beckoned him with it, and his nostrils twitched as she said, "We could go play in Olive's living room."
Howard glared at Olive. Lynette made a grab for his pants, and he held onto them tighter. "Did you put her up to this, Olive?" he asked. "Was she one of those girls you seduced?"
"Does that really matter now?" Olive said with a smile.
Her father's continuing glare made Lynette change her tactics. She moved closer to Olive and slipped her hand around the woman's bare waist. She licked and tickled the corner of Olive's mouth, and said, "I'm hungry for your hot pussy, Olive." She looked down at her father's draped pants and said, "If I can't have something else to suck on, I'd sure like to suck on your cunt."
Howard dropped his pants and sat down on the edge of the bed. "My God! My own daughter – a lesbian!"
Olive winked at Lynette, and they sat down on each side of him. While Lynette ran her hot, quaking hands over his muscular back and chest, Olive said, "Lynette could be a lesbian if you don't watch out. I don't know how it started, but we did get it on together. And she really likes pussy, Howard. She might always like it if she doesn't get a taste of cock."
Howard sat there shaking his head. Lynette sat close beside him, quaking with hottest anticipation and feeling the heat radiating out of his deflating cock. Though his cock had drooped down over his thigh, his cock gave off a heat and a scent that she couldn't resist. Before he could speak once again, she had his cock's hot length in her hand. She felt close to swooning with happiness.
He talked about what a miserable father he was. And Lynette felt his cock grow stiffer and hotter and longer in her hands.
His cock's hardness was quite incredible, and the velvety satin texture of his cock's knob was a sheer delight. But his cock's gigantic size was entirely frightening – and entirely thrilling – to her. Olive sat back and watched with a smile as Lynette cuddled ever closer to Howard.
"It's lots of fun to have fun with a girl," Lynette said, "but I'd like to try it with a man. And I don't know a man or a boy I'd like to do it with an better than I'd like to do it with you." He pushed her hands from his cock, and she put them right back again.
His cock was something she never wanted to let go of, for the rest of her life. "Come on, Daddy, just let me taste your cock once, just let me kiss your cock a. I know your cock's much too big to go into my old cunt, but I bet your cock would fit in my mouth."
"I just don't know what to do," Howard moaned.
"Just let me kiss your cock. Just let me suck your cock. Just let me see what it's like."
"And what the hell would I do if your mother ever found out?" Howard asked, falling back on the bed with his hands over his face.
His cock was sticking up like a totem pole, its mouth gaping open and drooling. Lynette nestled closer to his cock, puffing as she brushed its velvety, hot knob against the stiff points of her titties, glowing with grown-up feelings as she brought her lips down on her father's big cock.
He muttered a miserable groan, and to keep him right where he was, Lynette opened her mouth wide and sucked in the whole big knob of his cock. His cock filled up her mouth. She blinked her eyes in surprise at how big his cock was, then pushed down to make more of his cock in her mouth. It flavor was sublime. The sticky wetness oozing from his cock's end already had her stomach growling for more as she licked and delved with her tongue at the deep, slitted mouth.
"That's enough! Jesus Christ!" Howard muttered.
Olive brushed across his bare chest with her tits and her hands, and said, "Relax. It's not enough for her."
Lynette held his cock with both hands while she sucked and licked his cock's big end. She felt his ropey veins with her fingers, the soft underbelly that ran all along his cock's great length, while with the tip of her tongue she discovered a soft bit of fleshy membrane on his cock's underside that made her father squirm each time she tickled it.
A sudden feeling of enormous desire seized her, and she tightened her grip on his cock and sucked harder. Her father groaned deeply, and Lynette went all weak and gushy inside. His cock was the most beautiful cock in the world.
"Your cock is just what she needs," Olive said.
"I hope you're right," he said.
Lynette smiled. With pursed and nibbling lips, she licked his cock's underside, nipping along his cock's soft channel to reach his balls. His balls were huge. His balls were big, soft, hairy, and redolen with his very masculine scent as she burrowed her face in his crotch and sought for still more.
Those were the balls she had come from, years and years before, and now she was back to kiss and suck them in huge and growing excitement. Her pussy was soaking wet. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and rasping them against her father's hairy thigh made them itch all the more. Her heart was thumping loudly and her mouth was heavily watering when she moved from her father's balls and sucked in his juicy, wet cock once again.
"Jesus Christ!" Howard moaned. "And this is the first time Lynette ever sucked on a cock?"
"You should see what she does with a pussy!" said Olive.
Lynette smiled and kept sucking. Suddenly she felt both her father's hands on her head.
"Yes, baby, suck it! Beautiful big cock. So much better than a nasty old cunt to suck on. Yeah, baby, suck my cock!"
Lynette felt she was just getting the hang of this beautiful past time as she held her father's giant cock in both her hands and licked up and down, faster and faster, sucking ever more lovingly.
His cock was drooling quite heavily now, and Howard was shifting and moaning on the bed. Lynette's saliva was flowing more freely now, mixing with the wonderful flavor of fresh, hot hard cock. The more she sucked his cock, the better she liked it. She wouldn't stop sucking him for anything in the world now, though she did move her hand from his cock's sturdy, steely shaft to feel once again the soft, hairy warmth of his balls.
She sensed that her father was cumming. She could feel it down there in his balls. Her father's tone of voice was increasingly anxious as he said, "Lynette? Lynette, honey, you better quit now!"
Olive's voice had an avidly eager tone as she said, "Don't stop now, gal! The best part is yet to come!"
But it was her father's balls that had given her the real warning. His balls had pulsed and contracted in her hand. She continued to heavily suck his cock, stroking his cock with both hands now as he all but gnashed his teeth in his moanings. The great, huge bock in her mouth pulsed and throbbed even larger.
Her eyes bulged open when the first gusher of slippery, hot slickness spurt into her mouth. She barely had time to swallow this before another spurt came. She thought she would drown in it, that she would surely choke on the salty, strong syrup that spurted into her mouth once again. But then, with her cheeks all a bulge with the stuff, she gulped it right down and went right on sucking on cock.
"Suck that big cock! That's right, baby-doll! Suck my big cock and make it gush right up out of my balls!" Lynette's father was thrashing and moaning.
A huge surge of pleasure shot through Lynette's body at each new gush in her mouth. She could feel it in her brain and in her tits and in her toes. But most of all she could feel it in her cunt. She held her thighs tightly together, which made each of those heavenly surges last even longer. Now she sucked harder still, hoping that there be one more gusher of goodness remaining in the much more weakly contracting balls. Filled with joy, Lynette felt like weeping as the spasms in his balls and the strength of his syrupy spurtings diminished.
"Come here," Howard growled, and he lifted her up off his cock.
She squealed and held onto his cock with her hands as long as she could, and then slipped off of his cock's slippery, hard length. Howard pulled her onto his chest.
"Women aren't the only ones who know how to eat pussy," Howard said. He licked his lips and stuck his tongue into her tight and overflowing cunt.
"Eek! Oh! Daddy! Yes!"
His tongue was fantastic, more rapid in its fuckings than Olive's, bigger than Mark's cock.
Lynette couldn't hold still on his chest. Her father had to hold her ass firmly, and Olive had to hold her about her waist to help. Howard's flashing tongue delved everywhere at once in Lynette's tight cunt and forced every greater pleasures ripping through her.
"Oh! My goodness! Oh, Daddy! I love you!"
He sucked and kissed and licked, and Lynette's clit grew at once to the size of Olive's, while Olive actively rubbed her cunt.
"You're turning me inside out! I love it!" Lynette cried. Her hard tits were aching and tingling. She clutched her father's head as he continued to suck her and lick her and stab in her cunt with his horny, hot tongue.
The pleasures were rolling through Lynette in huge waves, crashing and surging through her in rhythmic explosions. Her father slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her higher, using his tongue like a cock, plunging it deep into her cunt.
"Daddy! Yes! Fuck me with your tongue!" Lynette squealed, twisting and turning her hot hips in his hands.
"Nnng-a-h-h-h!" she moaned. She had reached the perfection of pleasure. The waves of delight were in perfect rhythm now. She felt as if the would never stop for as long as she lived, that she'd just go on cumming and cumming forever.
"Yes-s-s-s-s!" she sighed, cumming and cumming continually, watching through a dreamy pink haze at her father sucking warmly and sweetly on the out-turned lips of her perfectly happy cunt.
"Never again with a woman," she assured him, even as his lovely kissed were dwindling and she was squirming her asshole on Olive's softly burrowing finger.