Donna Joe barely stopped long enough to speak to her mother as she hurried through the big kitchen to the stairs. She took the steps two at a time, then closed and locked her bedroom door behind her. She panted as she stripped her dress over her head and quickly took off the rest of her clothes.
She had played with herself before but had never been this hot. She could hardly stand the sensation of heat on the insides of her creamy thighs.
She fell down on her bed and rolled over on her stomach, then lifted her ass slightly and slipped one hand underneath her. She easily found the plump cunt lips with her fingertips.
"Ahhhhhh," she said softly as she slipped three fingers into her wet, burning cunt.
God, it feels good, she thought as her fingers moved around in the tightness of her cunt, but it didn't feel good enough. What she needed was a good stiff cock to fill her cunt, the same way her pussy had been filled earlier that evening. If only the two men could have satisfied her… but there was no use dreaming. Her working fingers only made her hotter without bringing her any satisfaction.
She sighed. She thought that maybe a good, long shower would help. She felt a little lifeless as she went into the bathroom and turned on the cold water. She stayed under the water for a long time, and was clean and sweet-smelling when she finally got out.
But the water hadn't helped the itch between her thighs, and she still needed satisfaction: a good, stiff cock – any cock. She needed to have her pussy hole filled before she went crazy.
She couldn't understand what was wrong with her. She had never been this way before. Sure, she had thought of boys, but never of cocks before. She had never been filled with thoughts of long, hard cocks. Jesus, what was the matter with her?
She heard the front door open, then her father's loud voice and her mother's complaining tone. The usual fight had started, and Donna Joe knew the argument would last a long time. The usual thing would happen next: he would take her upstairs. Donna Joe would then hear the sighs and the creaking of the old bedsprings. Her father was often horny when he came home from a heavy night of drinking.
Donna Joe put on her nightgown and wrapped a robe around herself. She hated to go downstairs but she thought that a cold drink and television might help her.
She was nearly downstairs when she realized that this argument sounded more serious than the usual ones did.
"Goddamn it, woman," her father yelled. "I don't have to explain myself to you!"
"What do you think I am?" her mother said coldly. "Do you think I'm an idiot? I know you've been out with that Taylor woman again. You go out with her and she won't let you have any and then you come home to me. Well, I'm not going to stand for it any longer."
"What the fuck do you intend doing about it?" her father asked.
"I don't know," her mother answered, "but I know one thing. You won't be welcome in my bedroom tonight."
Donna Joe's mother sobbed as she ran up the stairs. Her mother hardly glanced at Donna Joe, and she felt a little shaken but still wanted a cold drink.
She found her father leaning against the kitchen sink. She had been around her father many times but had never before noticed how big and powerful-looking he was. His strong, hairy hands gasped a beer.
"Where the hell you been tonight?" her father asked.
Donna Joe saw that his mood was very ugly. There was no point in trying to explain that she had only been out to look for him. He wouldn't understand that, and his mood would only get uglier.
"No place," Donna Joe answered.
"Shit," her father said. "I bet you been out with some boy. What's his name?"
"I haven't been out with any boy," she said.
"You Goddamn lying bitch!"
She wasn't prepared for the fist he suddenly swung at her. He hit her on the side of the head and sent her sprawling on the hard kitchen floor. She saw him standing over her, slowly taking off his thick belt.
"Please," she whispered. "Oh please don't hurt me."
"You bitch. You lying bitch. You were out with some young stud. Tell me the truth!"
"Oh no!" she screamed. She scrambled off the floor and ran from him, running for her life. She knew he meant to hurt her. She tripped on the rug in the living room and fell forward, and felt the stinging slap of the belt.
"Please don't," she begged. "Oh please!"
He kept hitting her as she tried to get away from him. She was breathing quickly as her robe tore open. Her big tits rose and fell beneath her thin gown.
She backed up against the couch and found she could go no further. She held her head down, expecting the blows, but suddenly her father stopped hitting her. She looked up and saw him staring at her. He licked his lips and stared at her the same way Glenn and Hank had started earlier.
It didn't make any difference that he was her father. She felt the hot blood boiling in her body, and felt the same wet warmth between her creamy thighs. She had no panties on and knew he could see almost all of her lush young body through the sheerness of her gown.
She experienced a moment of shyness and started to pull her robe together, but his thick hand stopped her.
"No," he said. "I want to look."
She was frightened, but she was also hot as hell. She couldn't help herself. She reached up and touched his strong thigh, and she felt him shiver.
"Goddamn," he said. "I think you're hot for it."
He didn't seem to be worried by the fact that she was his daughter. He kneeled beside her and put his hand on one of her big, round tits. He squeezed gently and a look of excitement flooded his face. He grinned like a small child holding a toy.
"You're beautiful, baby," he told her. "You're beautiful."
She didn't try to stop him as he used his other hand to pull up the bottom of her gown. He slipped it off of her creamy body and made her bend her head. In a moment he had her completely naked and lying on her back on the carpet.
"You're beautiful," he said. "You're so Goddamned beautiful."
She could smell the beer on his breath as he bent his head to her perfect tits. It was almost like it had been in the truck, except this time it was even more delicious. This time it was her father who was doing those wonderful things to her.
She sighed in pleasure as she felt his tongue move around one of her big nipples. She felt her nipple grow hard and wet under the heat of his mouth. She arched her back and pushed more of her tit into his mouth.
"Ohhhh," she moaned softly. "Oh, that feels sweet. That feels so nice!"
Her father knew what he was doing with his mouth and his free hands. In moments he had her moaning with passion, and had her at the point of begging him to do things to her she didn't have to beg though. She felt his mouth leave her tits and move down her soft belly to the fringe of her cunt hair. He put his rough hands on her tits and began massaging them while he moved his head between her legs.
"Oh Daddy," she moaned, wiggling with the pleasure he was giving her. "Daddy!"
There was something so wicked, so exciting about having her daddy's head between her legs. She spread her thighs wider and reached for the back of his head. She pulled his face closer to her moist cunt and felt his tongue stab deeply between her cunt lips.
"Oh my God!" she gasped.
Then his tongue rubbed her hard clit and she knew she was going to go opt of her mind. She felt a hard knot in her stomach and knew she was going to be taken all the way. Her father knew how to use his mouth.
"Daddy," she moaned. "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock when I come!"
He raised his head and he grinned in a drunken way. For the first time she realized that he was too drunk to care about what he was doing. He might be sorry later on, since he usually did feel sorry after one of his drunks… if he remembered what he'd done.
She couldn't feel sorry for him though. She wanted his big dick inside of her. He had started to strip out of his clothes but wasn't fast enough, so she helped him with the buttons and then quickly tore at his zipper. Her hand slipped inside and she found that he wasn't wearing shorts. Her hand immediately closed around his hot, throbbing cock.
"Christ," he moaned. "Let me take my trousers off."
She could hardly wait. He took her hand and held it while he finished pulling down his trousers. She had never thought she'd feel this way about a man's cock, and had certainly not thought of a hard prick as being beautiful. But it was beautiful: a jutting sword of flesh with a red, bloated head that was tipped with come. It was a very beautiful fuck tool.
She wanted to kiss it but her father couldn't wait. He pushed her back on the rug and knelt between her legs. She felt his stiff cockhead against her cunt.
"Put it in," she sobbed. "Oh, put that big fucking thing in my cunt!"
Glenn and Hank had taught her well. They had turned her into a wild, sex-crazy fuck machine, and now she was crazy for her father's big cock.
Her father moved slowly, and she felt the bloated, rubbery head slipping between her cunt lips. She moved her ass frantically, trying to make him move faster.
"Fuck me," she groaned. "Oh fuck me! Oh, put your cock in my pussy!"
This time she was completely filled. Her father drew his cock half put of her and then brutally slammed it all the way into her hot hole. She screamed in pleasure as she felt his stiff prick fill her cunt.
"You little bitch," her father grunted. "You're tight as shit! You're a fucking tight-twatted little cunt."
"Fuck me, Daddy!" she screamed. "Fuck me good and hard! I need it so much!"
Her father was as adept with his cock as he was with his hands and mouth. He began to fuck her slowly, drawing his prick in and out of her in a way that made her feel every inch. Somehow he also rubbed his cock against her hard little clit, sending spasms of pleasure up her back.
"Harder," she moaned. "Oh harder!"
Her father drew his cock out completely. He lifted her legs, and suddenly she found herself in the dirtiest position she'd ever been in: her legs were pressed up over her head so that her hot cunt was openly exposed.
"What a pretty little hole," her father said.
She felt his weight on top of her, then felt the wonderful sensation of his hard cock going in her. This time it felt like his cock went all the way into her belly. She could almost taste his prick in her mouth.
"You are a fucking tight little bitch," he told her. "You're tighter than shit!"
Her father started to move a little faster. His big prick went deeper with each powerful stroke. She could feel the rubbery cockhead rub the inside of her cunt walls each time he drove into her.
"Oh Jesus," she said. "Daddy! You're making me feel so nice!"
She scratched his broad shoulders like a frenzied animal as she felt the heat growing in her body. Her father laughed with joy as he fucked her savagely.
He took his hard cock out of her again and she protested, but he didn't quit for long. He made her turn over on her belly and he reached around and underneath to grasp her big tits. He held them tight as he drove his cock into her cunt from behind.
This was a different feeling and she couldn't contain her excitement. She began to move her ass wildly in rhythm to his thrusting cock.
"Oh shit," he moaned. "Shit, you feel good!"
"Give it to me, Daddy," she groaned. "Give it to me good!"
She heard the footsteps on the stairs but didn't care – she was too hot to care. She could feel the knot in her belly start to explode. This time it was going to happen to her! This time she was going to be satisfied!
"Daddy!" she screamed. "Daddy, oh Daddy! I'm going to come! Christ, I'm going to come! Daddy, I feel so strange! It's happening to me. Aggghhhhhhh!"
It was better than, she'd even dreamed. She felt the wet warmth spread through her body, and felt the pleasure spasm coursing from her cunt.
"Oh Daddy," she groaned. "I feel so good! I can feel you getting bigger. Shoot your come in me, Daddy! Oh, please, shoot all your come in my pussy!"
He squeezed her tits harder and she felt his cock growing bigger and harder. Then the first hot squirt of his jism spurted into her cunt.
"Shit, baby," her father groaned. "Shit, you feel so good. I'm going to blow your ass in half! Oh shit. SHIITTT!"
She'd never felt so delicious as she did right then. She loved the feeling of his jism pumping into her. She had forgotten the footsteps she'd heard earlier on the stairway, but remembered very suddenly when she heard her mother's yoke.
"What the Goddamn hell are you doing?"
She heard her father sigh as he slowly pulled his hot cock out of her cunt. He didn't seem worried. He looked over at his wife with a wide grin while Donna Joe reached for her nightgown and robe.
"What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" he asked. "I'm dipping my wick!"
"My own daughter," her mother said. "With my own daughter! What kind of animal are you?"
"I'm an animal with a hard dick that you wouldn't take care of for me," he said.
"You fucking bastard!" she screamed.
Donna Joe had never seen her mother like this. She was one mad woman. She was normally an attractive woman, but now she looked deadly as she walked toward them. Donna Joe expected her mother to come after her father, but her mother turned on her with a fury that was completely unexpected.
"You little bitch!" her mother said. "You were trying to steal my husband. My husband. You young bitch! You think all you got to do is spread your legs. Goddamn you! I'll teach you what a woman can do. A real woman!"
Everything had suddenly turned crazy in Donna Joe's world. She couldn't believe that it was her own mother who suddenly tore off her clothes. She noticed then that her mother still had a beautifully formed body, and her big tits stood firm and proud.
"I'll show you what a woman can do," she said.
Donna Joe's mother turned her attention back to her father. The shapely older woman pushed him back on the rug and kneeled beside him. She held her, hair back as she bent her head over the half-limp cock.
Donna Joe was both fascinated and shocked by what happened next. She never imagined that her mother would do anything like that. Sure, she fucked. A woman was supposed to do that for her husband, but not suck cock!
Donna Joe heard her father groan as her mother took the entire length of his cock into her mouth. Donna Joe couldn't have taken that much of his cock into her mouth. Somehow her mother seemed to be swallowing the whole damn thing!
"Shit, baby," her father said. "Shit, that's nice. Nobody can suck cock like you."
Donna Joe couldn't turn her head away. She had never seen anything so obscene and yet so exciting. Her mother made loud sucking noises as she worked over his stiffening tool. Her head began to bob very quickly as her fingers slipped up his strong-looking thighs to play with his big balls.
"Shit, babe," her father moaned. "Suck it. Suck it good. Suck my come out!"
Her father put both of his hands on the back of her mother's head and began to guide the up-and-down movements of her head. Donna Joe saw the end of his cock slip in and out of her mother's round mouth.
"Shit," her father said. "I'm going to blow it in your mouth. I'm going to blow your Goddamn head off, bitch! Silt, it's going to fill your mouth! Shit, it feels good! SO GOOD!"
Donna Joe could see her mother's mouth work as she started to gobble down her father's come. Donna Joe felt her heart pound loudly.
Then her mother raised her head and looked at Donna Joe with smiling eyes. "See there, bitch," she said. "I showed you what a real woman can do. Just because you can spread your legs don't mean a Goddamn thing!"
Donna Joe watched her mother lick away the last traces of hot come on her lips, as her father started to snore. Mother and daughter had wiped him out.
"Now get the fuck put of my house," her mother said.
Donna Joe couldn't believe what she had heard. "What?" she asked timidly.
"I said get the hell out of my house," her mother repeated. "I don't want some young cunt around my house shaking her big tits in my husband's face. I don't need that kind of shit. Now get the fuck out of my house! Get your clothes and get out!"
"But where will I go?" Donna Joe asked. "What will happen to me?"
"I don't give a damn," her mother said. "Just grab your clothes and get out. Now!"
"But mother?" Donna Joe protested. She was frightened. She didn't want to leave the only home she'd ever known. She was just a child. "I'm afraid!"
"There's no reason for you to be afraid," Donna Joe's mother told her harshly. "Use your cunt. Find yourself a man to take care of you. Use your cunt! I saw you. You know what to do with that hot hole between your legs. Use it!"
Donna Joe saw that her mother really meant it, and there was no use in trying to argue. Her mother meant for her to get out. Donna Joe sadly walked upstairs to pack.