"What is this?" flared Don. He didn't even try to pull the sheets up around his body. There was nothing he should be ashamed of. It was apparent all the people downstairs knew what was going on in the room. A couple more verifying it firsthand wasn't going to matter.
But it went against his principles having anyone walk in on him when he was with a chick – any chick. And, he ruefully admitted, especially his own daughter.
"Don't get so uptight, Don. You always snap and snarl so bad but I know you've got a heart of gold. "
"I had my heart taken out and a cash register put in a long time ago.
Now, what the fuck is going on with you, Cat?"
"Well, Joe and I were in the neighborhood, see, and we just decided to drop in and join in the fun."
"Don't give me a load of bullshit like that."
"No bullshit. Straight stuff. I figure now that your little girl's got the goods on you, maybe you'll be a little easier to live with. I mean you can't possibly bitch about her screwing around with Joe, can you?"
"No," he admitted.
"Good. And I don't think it's a good thing for you to keep on with your somewhat, uh, shall we call it incestuous relationship with her?"
"Keep talking."
Don's eyes were on the slim woman. She was beginning to shed her clothing. Her tits bobbed into view, then she bent over to step out of her skirt. Her well-fleshed ass stirred his prick to new life. Then he realized what she was doing. Cat was making certain he wouldn't cut her out entirely. She would let him have a little fling with his own daughter. That was cool. But she wanted to be certain she was number one with him in bed.
She quickly stripped off her panties and tossed them aside. She knew she had his undivided attention. His eyes were flitting all over her body.
First her naked tits, then her snatch, then her long tapering legs.
Cat had him dead to rights.
Don pulled his attention away from the woman for a moment and glared at Joe. "So what the hell are you wanting here?"
"What do you think? Sue."
Don looked over at his daughter and saw the lust shining brightly in her eyes. He couldn't deny her anything.
He shrugged. "To hell with it. Get naked and let's have a party. There's a bottle around somewhere."
"So who needs a bottle?" asked Susan.
"Not me – as long as I have you," said Joe, beginning to undress.
"Christ, don't get all mushy on me," snarled Don.
"Don, darling, just shut your lousy mouth. Even better, try sucking on one of these lovely boobies." Cat thrust one of her knockers toward his face in wanton invitation. "That's more like it!"
She smiled at Susan as Don began working on her tit. Her hands stroked and worked up and down his back and soon they were on the bed locked in an embrace.
Joe dumped the last of his clothes and motioned to Susan. He sat down in a straight-backed wooden chair, his erection jutting straight up from his lap.
"So come sit on it,' he said.
She quickly came over and straddled the chair, opening her cunt wide, then she hesitated. The girl looked back over her shoulder at the couple wrestling passionately on the bed. Her father and Cat were oblivious to the world. It was apparent they weren't going to be interrupted by anything else going on in the room.
"Okay," Sue said, lowering her hips over Joe's cock.
She shuddered as the large end of his dong touched her turgid pussy lips. The way he filled her up wasn't forgotten. She knew how big that prong was – nine inches, easy. But she wasn't going to take all of it in at once. She was going to go slow and easy.
Her hips wiggled as she settled down. The feel of the man's hands on her tits quickened her pulse. The blood began pounding in her ears like the tide against a pier. Her entire body was trembling with anticipation as she felt his callused fingers griping hard on her boobs.
He was so good at turning her on, she could hardly believe it. Each light touch sent electricity volting into her body. When he took one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, her entire chest seemed to glow with an inner fire. He pulled her forward so that he could stuff the other hard mushroom into his mouth. She lowered her hips a little more.
The glans of his prick pushed through her cuntlips. She twisted around a bit to get the full stimulation from the entry into her cunt. The nerve endings just inside her twat were ultra sensitive. They had been primed for action by her very own father.
Her entire body had been well fucked. She was trembling from that incestuous lovemaking. And she was ready for more – from anybody.
As the cock pushed even deeper into her twat, she felt tiny stabs of delight surging into her body. Wiggling her ass drove the sensations all the way up to her belly. The friction of his penetration was still slight, but enough to give her an idea of what was to come.
It was going to be good. Very good.
She lowered herself another inch. Then another and another. Finally sitting on the man's legs, she had taken his entire cock all the way up her quim. The rod was pulsating and throbbing inside her. She could feel his heartbeat setting the cock to vibrating against her well-oiled walls.
With the man's head bent over onto her tit, he found himself in an uncomfortable position. He quickly moved his mouth up the smooth, snowy slope of tit to the hollow of the girl's throat. His kisses moved upward again until he found her willing mouth.
The teenager moaned slightly as she felt his mouth crush down on hers.
But she was the one whose tongue leaped out and into his mouth. There, the two tongues rolled over and over, erotically twining together.
Every time she thrust her tongue out, she would wiggle her hips from side to side. The way her cunt felt, she thought she might have let a white-hot poker up her pussy.
Acid seared at her nerves. Her entire body shivered with the delight of being plugged full of cock. There was no doubt he came close to entirely filling her up. She was deeper than he was long, but it didn't seem by much.
His dancing cock stretched and pulled at her cunt walls. Each movement pulled her in a new and wonderfully different direction.
She broke off the deep kiss and muttered in his ear, "I need more! I have to have more!"
His hands reached down and caressed her slender waist. Then his hands were lifting her up. She felt the cock slipping from her twat. She squeezed down, trying to grip it inside her with her stomach muscles.
The juice lubricated her twat too well.
As the cock sprang free of her twat, there was an obscenely loud smacking noise. The very sound seemed to stir up her passions even more.
She had to have that cock back inside her, fucking hard, driving deep, striving to split her apart all the way to the chin.
She reached between her slender thighs and grabbed the greasy fuck stick. She maneuvered it back under her body, then moaned, "Down! Lemme down on it! I want your cock, damn it! Oh, shit!"
She shuddered as the entire length of it drove deep into her cunt.
Leaning back, she discovered she could make the cock stir around in her guts. She wanted nothing more than to have all that cock to herself. She was fucking herself by stimulating deeply hidden nerve endings she hadn't guessed existed before.
"How is it, babe?" he mumbled.
"Good, oh, damn, it's so good!"
"Your old man seems to be doing pretty well for himself."
The teenager twisted around, feeling the cock turning in her quim. She could just barely see the other couple on the bed. Her father was really getting it on. His ass was moving so fast it blurred in her vision. She imagined what it was like having his cock driving into her body again.
She instinctively spread her legs a little wider. She fantasized that it was her father's prick inside her now. Not some other guy's but her father's. He had fucked her perfectly. He had done everything just right to get her the largest orgasm she'd ever had.
She wanted more. She was getting greedy.
Spinning back and forth on the impaling spike of cock, she tried to get it thrust even farther up her. Failing this, she lifted her hips off the cock. It slid easily out of her twat. Then she smashed down, taking the cock up her so hard the man groaned.
She didn't care. She repeated this self-fucking over and over, oblivious to the fact she might be breaking his balls. When the cock twitched and began to buck in her cunt, she knew he was approaching the point where his prick would spew out its creamy load of cum. It was too soon. She wanted more – lots more.
Poised so that just the head of the man's cock remained in her pussy lips, she began licking back along his jaw until she came to his ear.
Her self-fucking had momentarily stopped. The hollowness in her cunt begged her to continue. But she knew the man wouldn't be able to control himself unless she cooled it for a moment or two.
She found his ear and immediately sent her tongue stabbing into it. The man's entire body quivered in response. She began to gently nibble at the earlobe. Sucking the tender flesh into her mouth, she used her tongue on it. The girl was ruthless. She wasn't going to let him go free until he was able to give her the full measure of pleasure she now demanded from all her men.
Her standards had gone way up since fucking her father. She had seen what it was like to be fucked by the best. Nothing less would do now.
She hoped she wasn't becoming too demanding.
It was apparent that the man's control was returning. Reaching down with one hand, she found the furry little sac containing his balls. The heavy cream inside was still churning, but it didn't seem to be out of control now. He could hold it back.
She dropped on his prick once more. It seemed to catch for a brief instant just inside her twat. A quick wiggle of the hips and the cock easily slipped all the way up into her cunt. She sighed as the rod reamed her out.
Nine inches.
Nine inches of incredible delight.
She loved it. She had to have even more of his prick. Her hips corkscrewed up and down that lovely length of prick. She was panting, gasping, her tits heaving up and down in reaction to having that dong shoved into her so hard and fast.
His hands stroked and moved along her waist, gripped at her ass, occasionally touched her pussy lips.
In his ear, she whispered, "Press down. There! Oh, oh yessss!"
He was squeezing down on her labia now as his pole rared in and out of her twat. The compression on the pussy lips gave an added dimension to the balling. It felt as if his dick were ten times larger than it really was.
And his fingers moved carefully over her go button. The clit was coated with her slimy cunt juices. As he pushed down with his thumb, the tiny spire would slip free and spring erect. The lightest touch gave her the sensation of an icy spike driven deep into her body.
She couldn't control her hips any longer. She fucked herself with complete abandon. No longer caring if the man could keep his balls under control or not, she drove for the most pleasure she could get. The cock drilled hard into her juicy quim. She twisted and turned and moaned and came with the power of an exploding atom bomb.
She rocked back and forth. Her fingers clawed at his bare shoulders. But he wasn't aware of any pain. His overtaxed balls had blown. He was jetting his spunk into her with the power of a firehose.
They sat there, facing each other, locked together cunt to cock, and experienced the ultimate in human pleasure.
Sweaty, shaking in reaction, Joe finally said, "That was super, babe. I never came like that before. You're just too much."
She was gasping for breath. Leaning onto his shoulder, she regained a bit of her composure. The sweat was running down her body in rivers. She hadn't realized how much effort she was putting out.
Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw her father still fucking Cat cross-eyed. Both of them seemed tireless. She wondered if he could screw all night. It would be something to find out. His cock was so cunt filling. It made her feel so – different.
She couldn't describe it. While it wasn't any nine-incher like Joe's, her father's prick was much more educated. It knew all the right things to do, all the right places to touch, every nerve to stimulate to the maximum.
Joe was a stud. But he wasn't anywhere near as good as her father. She found herself wanting Don again – and envying Cat.
"Hey, you still there?" Joe asked, shaking her.
"Yeah, still here. Just resting." She wiggled her hips back and forth and felt the slowly stiffening prick in her cunt again. "Ready one more time?"
"Sure!" he said.
And they started fucking again. But it wasn't her father doing the honors. The entire time she was wrapped around Joe's cock, she was fantasizing it was her father fucking her.
As she came, she vowed it would be her father next time. Joe was good, sure. But he wasn't her father. Not by a long shot.
And she wanted only the best from now on. She'd gotten to be a really greedy bitch. Susan just hoped that Cat would understand – and share.