Linda didn't tell her father about Mr. Wilson. She thought about telling him, but she forgot all about it when she got home that afternoon. The first thing she did was take her shower and change into a halter top and blue jeans. She went looking for her mother and found a note on the kitchen table. Her mother had written that she was shopping and would be home late. Linda felt a sudden pounding in her chest.
That meant that her father was home alone for the first time in a long while.
Linda knew she'd find her father in the studio, but she didn't find him alone. He was doing a camera portrait of a healthy-looking, dark-haired woman. It took Linda a moment to recognize the wife of their banker.
"Come in, baby," Ron told her. "I'm going to be done in a little while."
"Yes, darling," Joan Carpenter said. "It'll give me someone to talk to while your father takes these pictures."
"It'll be over in a little while," Ron said.
"Oh, I hope so," she said.
Linda thought that her father couldn't be having very much fun. Joan Carpenter was certainly no Alice. She was prim and proper.
Her skirt was just the right length below her knees and she wore a brightly-colored blouse that clung to her ripe titties only a little.
Linda wondered about her body. She looked like she'd be good-looking naked. She wondered if her father had ever tried. Probably not. Joan Carpenter didn't look like the type a man would make a play for.
But Linda didn't know what a special kind of person her father was.
"These pictures are perfect," he said. "Perfect. I know they're just the sort of pictures Justin is talking about. But perhaps you might want a few that are extra-special."
"Extra-special?" Joan asked.
Linda caught the gleam in her father's eyes and she knew exactly what he was talking about. She saw him going to his table and taking a heavy, leather bound folder. It wasn't the one she'd seen, but she had a good idea of what kinds of pictures were inside.
Joan took the folder and started turning the pages. Linda watched her face go from a pale, shocked look to one of tingly excitement. Joan was trembling slightly as she turned the pages.
"But these women don't have very much clothing on," Joan said.
"That's the idea," Ron said. "Just think what a present it would be for him if you gave him some pictures like those."
"Not to mention what a present it would be for you," Joan said sweetly.
Linda almost laughed out loud. Joan Carpenter was no fool. She knew exactly what Ron was up to. It surprised Linda that she just didn't get up and leave.
"Come on, Joan," Ron said. "I've seen lots of naked women. It's a job to me. Besides, do you think I'd pull something with my daughter in the room?"
"I guess not," Joan admitted.
"I just thought your husband might like some of these special pictures for him alone. Every man would like to have some professional beaver shots of his wife."
"Really?" Joan questioned.
"You bet."
"Do you think I'd look as good as these women?" Joan asked. "I mean, some of these women look like professional models."
Linda almost laughed again. She could tell that her father had Joan hooked. Linda was also sure that her father was going to do more than take pictures of Joan. Linda knew further that she was somehow going to be involved. Her heart pounded a little faster.
"Certainly you'd look as good," Ron said. "I bet you'd look better than those women."
"You're just saying that," Joan said, laughing. "I'm sure Justin would appreciate them, but I'm not sure he would appreciate you taking them."
"It's up to you," Ron said.
"I don't think so," she said.
Linda wasn't worried. Joan Carpenter wasn't going to walk out of the studio without taking off her clothes. Her father was walking around taking pictures again, but now and then. Joan would turn her head away from him and look down at the folder. It was open to one of the pictures. A young blonde was sitting on the couch in a lurid pose. She wasn't really showing anything. She had a blanket wrapped around herself, but it was obvious that she was naked underneath it.
"I suppose I could do a pose like that," Joan said.
"I'll tell you what," Ron said. "Let's start off slow. Just pull your skirt a little and we'll take a few cheesecake shots of your thighs. Let's see how comfortable you feel with that."
"All right," Joan agreed.
Joan leaned back on the couch and pulled her skirt above her thighs. Ron had her cross her shapely legs and then uncross them. All the while he was taking pictures.
"Just unbutton your blouse a little," Ron said.
"All right," she said.
Watching her father was like watching a master at work. In just a few moments he had Joan's blouse unbuttoned all the way down the front. A few seconds later he got her to take the blouse off. Linda could see Joan sigh, and Linda knew she'd passed the point of no return. She wasn't going to be able to refuse Ron anything he wanted.
"Pull your skirt up a little higher," Ron said.
Joan was leaning back a little farther on the couch. She was dressed in her bra and skirt. She peeled her skirt up above her waist; both Linda and her father could see her pale pink panties.
"That's it, baby," Ron said. "Now why don't you take off your bra. Let me see those big tits."
Joan looked at him and made another sighing sound. At first Linda thought she was going to refuse. Then she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She pulled it off and let her big, creamy tits fall free. Linda gasped. Joan had a beautiful pair of tits. Her tits were even bigger than Linda's, and they still had a youthful firmness.
"Is this what you want?" she asked.
"Oh yeah, baby," he said.
It took him only another few seconds to convince her to pull off her panties. She looked a little ashamed to be so completely naked. But Ron moved closer and kept taking pictures, her shame soon seemed to be replaced with a nervous excitement.
"This is crazy," she said.
"No, baby," Ron said. "It's not crazy. Open your legs for me. Let me get a really good shot up your pussy!"
"This isn't right," she complained, but she opened her legs and his camera started shooting between her legs.
Linda expected it when her father put his camera down. She could tell the way Joan was squirming with pleasure that the woman was hotter than hell. Her eyes popped open wide as Ron started peeling off his clothes.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Don't act stupid, bitch," he said. "You know what I'm doing. And don't pretend that you don't want it as bad as I do."
"But your daughter?" Joan protested.
"Don't worry about Linda," Ron said. "She knows some tricks that would put you to shame."
Joan gasped as Ron peeled off his shorts and his thick cock stood out like the limb of a massive oak tree. Linda licked her lips as she saw the purplish cockhead with cum already dripping from it.
"Come here, Linda," Ron said. "Join us." Linda didn't have to be asked twice. Her body was already rocking with pleasure. She was already pulling off her halter top as she walked over to her father. She was creaming in her jeans. She could feel her pussy juices soaking her panties.
Her father pulled her into his arms and started stroking her ass. Linda felt his fingers probing her asshole. She pressed herself against him, rubbing her tits against his chest.
"Well, shit," Joan said. "I never would have believed it."
"Don't worry," Ron said. "We're not going to leave you out."
Ron kneeled on the floor and he started running his hands over Joan's body. Joan gasped as his fingers teasingly caressed her swollen titties. He leaned over and started licking one pink nipple. He lifted his head and looked at Linda.
"Have you ever tasted another woman's tits?" Ron asked.
Linda shook her head. She was afraid of this. She hadn't been able to take her eyes off Joan's big tits since she'd walked in the door. Now she could feel her mouth suddenly going dry. She had always heard that there was something wrong with this.
"Go ahead, baby," he father said, as if he could read her mind. "There's nothing wrong with it. Kiss her tits if you want to."
"I don't think it's right," Joan said.
"Shut up, bitch," Ron said. "You'll do anything I want you to!"
Joan turned red, but. Linda couldn't tell if it was with anger or shame. Then it didn't matter anymore, because Linda was dropping her head to Joan's tits. She licked the rubbery nipple and felt Joan shiver. She looked up at her father; he was grinning.
"Go ahead, baby," Ron told her. "Kiss them. Suck them hard!"
Linda opened her mouth and took the hardened nipple inside her lips. She felt an ache in her pussy as she nibbled on the hot nipple. She pulled her head back. She felt Joan's hands in her hair, pulling her back to her tit.
"That does feel good," Joan moaned. "Oh yes, little darling. Do that to me!"
Linda started moving her lips from one of Joan's titties to the other. She let her teeth softly graze those tender tits. She started making little sucking noises as she worked on Joan's titties. She felt Joan's fingers stroking her long blonde hair.
"That's so good," Joan moaned. "Oh, that feels so fine!"
She felt one of Joan's hands sliding down. She shivered as Joan's fingers slowly brushed across her own titties.
"Oh, do it to me," Linda groaned. "Do my titties."
Linda fell back onto the carpeted floor, and Joan followed. Linda had only been kissing and licking Joan's tits. She wasn't prepared for the way Joan practically devoured her titties. She felt Joan's lips open; her hungry mouth was pulling in as much of Linda's titty flesh as the older woman could take.
"Oh yes," Linda moaned savagely. "Oh yes, that feels so good!"
"Do her good," Ron said. "Suck my little girl hard."
Linda was only vaguely aware that Ron was taking pictures again. Probably he would take pictures of his own funeral. Linda doubted that Joan even realized what was going on.
Ron put his camera down and kneeled on the floor with them. He took Linda's hand. She let him pull her fingers against his steely cock. She ran her fingers up and down the thick prick. She moved her hand up around the cockhead. She pulled it and felt him groan. She also felt some of his sticky cum wet her fingers.
"Fuck," he moaned. "Fuck, that feels good!"
She moved her hand down to his balls and began stroking them. It really made her feel sexy to be massaging her father's balls while a good-looking woman sucked her tits.
"Everybody's naked but you, Linda," Ron said. "Why don't you take off your jeans and panties."
Linda started to unbutton her jeans, but Joan couldn't seem to wait. Her hands ripped frantically at the buttons of Linda's jeans. Finally the buttons came undone and Joan started stripping the jeans down Linda's long legs.
"Shit," Ron said. "I think we've found something you really like, Joan."
Linda didn't think Joan had ever done anything like this before, but Joan wasn't hesitant at all. Linda had no time to protect her panties, even if she'd wanted too. Joan grabbed the edges and peeled them down her legs, leaving Linda as naked as everyone else.
"Gorgeous," Joan said. "I know I shouldn't feel like this, but you are a beautiful young girl!"
Joan's lips went back to Linda's titties. Linda could feel Joan's hungry mouth trying to devour her excited tits. She felt Joan biting gently at her titties.
She shivered as she felt Joan's lips moving down her body. She felt Joan's tongue playing around her navel and then slowly slipping lower. Joan was sucking at her cunt hairs.
"Yeah," Ron moaned. "That's where you've wanted to be all along, you bitch! You like women better than you do men. You like sucking on women's tits and pussy!"
"No," Joan protested, but she was too late. She had already showed that she was enjoying herself too much. She couldn't really protest when he put his hands in her hair and started pushing her face into Linda's cunt.
"Come on and suck her," Ron said. "You know you like pussy. Get down there and suck that hot stuff!"
He pushed her face harder, and Linda felt the older woman's lips pressed against her pussy lips. Linda moaned as she felt a long tongue rubbing up against her sensitive cunt lips. She moved her hands down and started stroking the back of Joan's head.
"Eat her out," Ron yelled. "Eat my daughter's cunt!"
Ron's cock was as hard as he'd ever felt it. It felt like steel. He knew he was going to have to put it somewhere, and the most obvious choice was that beautiful ass of Joan's. He had not had his cock inside a tight asshole in a long time.
He moved up to his daughter's head and took some of her hair in his hands. He made her turn her face toward his and started rubbing his cockhead against her mouth. It didn't take her long to get the message; she opened her mouth and let him push his cock inside. He drove his prick deep into her throat and then pulled out. She had gotten his prick well lubricated with her spit.
He walked around to the back of the two women. Joan was kneeling, her ass high in the air, while her face was buried in Linda's cunt. Ron leaned forward and pressed his cock against the snug entrance to Joan's asshole.
Joan raised her head. "Oh, what are you doing? Don't do that. Please don't do that."
Ron paid no attention to her. She couldn't get away. His daughter had grabbed Joan with both hands and was forcing her face back into Linda's hot pussy.
Ron thrust a little harder and could feel her tight asshole fighting the penetration of his cock. He realized that she had never been fucked here before. She had a cherry asshole. That was all right with Ron. He liked it tight.
Ron thrust hard and his prick rammed deep into her hot asshole. He felt his balls against her asscheeks and he groaned in pleasure. He pulled back a little and rammed into her again.
"What a sweet fucking asshole," he groaned. "Shit, that's sweet!"
Linda could see what her father was doing and she couldn't believe it. Her father was fucking Joan's asshole. She saw the look of pleasure on her father's face as he started slowly thrusting in and out of the snug ass. She saw him reach around and grab Joan's tits. He started squeezing and playing with them as he kept thrusting.
Linda felt a sudden jolt of pleasure as she realized what was happening between her legs. Joan may not have liked the feeling at first, but now she was starting to like it. Her ass was moving back against Ron's, and his cock was making wet noises as he thrust into her. Linda knew that Joan's asshole was getting a little loose.
Then she could feel Joan sticking her long tongue deeper inside her cunt. She tightened her hands on Joan's head and started lifting her ass off the floor. She felt Joan thrusting into her cunt with the same rhythm her father was using to fuck her.
"Oh yes," Linda gasped. "Oh yes, that feels so good. That feels so good. It makes me tingle!"
She felt Joan's tongue licking her hard clitty lightly. She then felt Joan sucking the hard bud. It was making Linda crazy. She could feel her wet pussy juices starting to fill Joan's mouth, but Joan didn't seem to mind. In fact, she could hear Joan swallowing slowly.
"Oh yes," Linda cried. "Eat me, Joan. Eat my pussy. It feels so good. It feels so fucking good!"
Linda forgot all about the strange, uncomfortable feelings of having a woman suck her. All she could think about now was how good it felt. She felt herself tightening her legs around Joan's face and lifting her ass a little higher. That sweet tongue was really getting deep ink, her cunt.
"That feels so good," she moaned. "Oh baby, it's going to make me come. It feels so good! I can't help it! Oh suck me, suck meeee!" She felt Joan's tongue thrusting again as the wild spasms shook her body. She spread her legs wider and pulled Joan's face deeper into her moist pussy. At the same time she could feel her father starting to thrust his cock into Joan a little harder.
Linda started coming back down to earth. She could still feel Joan licking her spilled juices. The woman just couldn't seem to get enough of them.
Finally Joan raised her head. "Oh shit, what's wrong with me. You've made a whore out of me!"
"And you know that's what you want to be," Ron said. "You want to be a whore, a cunt! You want to be treated like a cunt!"
He squeezed her tits harder and he kept driving his prickhead deep into her ass. Linda saw him move one hand down between Joan's legs. He started to suddenly thrust his fingers into Joan's wet cunt. It was all she needed.
"Oh fuck," Joan called. "I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come. Oh fuck me, FUCK!"
Her ass went crazy as the wild spasms of pleasure shook her. She seemed to be trying to break Ron's cock. Finally she gave one last weak shiver and almost collapsed. Only the force of Ron's body as he kept driving his prick into her asshole kept her up. Ron was ramming her as fast as he could, and his big balls made slapping sounds as loud as gunshots in the quiet room.
"You've got a sweet fucking ass," Ron groaned. "A sweet fucking ass. I'm going to fill up your asshole. I'm going to shoot a thick wad of cum right out your mouth. Oh shit, baby! OH FUCK!"
He slammed into her again and his body started contorting with the pleasure of shooting his wad into her tight asshole. He pulled back and rammed again and his hot cum started leaking out of the sides of her ass.
"Oh baby!" Ron groaned. "I was right about you. You are a cunt. A fucking cunt!"
"Oh yes," Joan agreed. "Yes, that's what I am."