Lily was in her room, sobbing, when Sonny called from the kitchen.
"I got kicked out. Can I watch your TV?" She swallowed a lump in her throat before saying, "Go ahead."
Her tears dried up. Thoughtful now, she went to the bathroom and washed off the tears. What were Daddy and Kit up to?
Not wanting Sonny to see her pussy blatantly exposed, she got a pair of panties, pretty lace ones, and put them on before going out to the living room.
As she passed the hall phone it rang. She answered, heard her father say, "Honey, you feed Satiny. I'm dining with Kit tonight."
Astonished, she hung up. Never had anyone phoned between the two houses! It was always a yell, or a head poked in the kitchen door. Things sure were screwed up.
A mirror hung over the phone. She fixed her hair in it, then wondered why she was going to all the trouble for Sonny, who preferred screwing his mother?
She stood on tiptoes to examine her skirt length.
It was flattering, she thought, making her look like all legs. Her legs were pretty, she knew that without vanity. She went into the living room.
Sonny's gaze was fixed on the TV screen. Somebody was at bat. She deliberately sauntered across his line of vision, saw him look up, staring at her midsection.
"Hey, is that a dress, Lily? Or a…"
"It's the latest," she said, dropping into an armchair, the arm of which hid her thighs. "Daddy is staying at your mother's for supper. You're eating here."
Their gazes met. His mouth gaped. "Kit-and your-dad?"
She nodded.
She wished the house next door were a greenhouse, so she could see what was going on.
After his second dry martini, Bill switched to beer. The weather was too hot for heavy drinking.
Kit did not go into her troubles before supper. They traded light chatter and when she went to the kitchen to do the steaks, he switched on the TV ball game and watched it without really seeing, sipping beer and pondering Kit's actions. When she called him in he saw that she had changed to yellow shorts and halter. She looked dazzling, those luscious tits and the round ass cheeks and lusty thighs. And her smile across the table, her lower lip flattening, dimples indenting her cheeks, the crinkle marks at her eye corners, the auburn hair wreathed softly about her face.
She had done his steak right seared in a hot pan, still bloody inside. A bottle of cold beer waited beside his plate.
He said, "You know how to make a man feel wanted, Kit."
"Not wanted, Bill. Needed."
He saw a darkness in her eyes. Her troubles again. But let that wait. While eating he studied her, the depth of her bosom and the grace of her rounded arms and slender hands, the sweet openness of her smile. She was one hell of a lot of woman, he thought.
When he had finished the steak he rose and rounded the table, stepped behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders.
He said, "Kit, there's only one place to tell me your troubles. In bed."
She gasped. "Bill!"
"Kit, I've been crazy about you for years.
"I'm terribly fond of you, too. But Bill-"
"I'm out of debt now. I can begin planning a new life. Look, I'm no talker. I go by feel. I always have. The feel of a baseball bat in my hands, or flowers. In bed I'll know if we love each other. If we do, your problems will disappear."
She hesitated for some minutes. Then she whispered, "I trust you, Bill."
She rose from the table and let him lead her to her bedroom.
There he peeled off her halter. Pink-capped breasts spilled free, milky orbs more luscious than he had ever imagined. He unfastened the waist of her shorts and dropped them. See-through panties compressed the broad auburn bush masking her split. His gaze traced her curves.
He loved his daughter, but Kit was a woman.
She was blushing, her gaze downcast, but smiling with pleasure as her hands closed on the waistband of his shorts. She unsnapped, zipped down, and fingered his half-hard dark cock out to the palm of her hand.
She watched it grow up her wrist, a dark cylinder against her pink flesh. Her fingertips nudged his scrotum, her hand forming a trough in which the cock bulged and hardened and snaked its way up her arm. It gave a throb and lifted clear, the head flaring like a cobra's hood.
She murmured, "It's a beautiful cock, Bill."
He chuckled. "The fucker is still growing, Kit."
"You mean it gets bigger than this?"
"Not ordinarily. But Mrs. Pretty Tits has a silky touch that would make a pickle grow to a cucumber."
Kit giggled. "You sweetheart." Her fingers now spiraled softly about the still expanding member.
He loved her giggle, always had, and the way her lush lower lip flattened when she smiled. He liked the way she stood, unashamedly displaying her breasts. They were heavy enough to have a slight hang td them. He cupped his hands underneath, thrilling to their heat and firmness. He would like to place his cock between them and press them in on it, fuck that way. But all things would come in due time and now he was content to explore the satiny flesh and let her toy with his long cock.
She fingered the enormous knob of the head, saying, "That's too big to shove into any woman, Bill."
"Keep up the flattery. A grizzled old bastard like me never hears much of it."
"I really think my hole is too small."
"You poor frightened little virgin!"
She giggled. "Maybe we'd better call the whole thing off; Bill."
"But it might be worth trying."
"I thought you'd never ask!" She turned from him, whipping down her panties. He eyed the white globes of her ass and his cock gave a tremendous jerk. He kicked away his shorts as Kit dropped on the bed and without preliminaries he climbed on, grabbed her knees, shoved them back and apart, mounted her, aiming his overgrown cock at the glistening pink split, a narrow-appearing gash in the reddish tangle of her cunt hair. Not touching it, he simply aimed and stabbed and plunged his knob into the seething portals of her cunt.
"Bill!" she cried.
He jogged, wetting the end, then sank down on her flesh, his cock squirmed into the hottest little cunt he had ever experienced. Her legs closed about him, and her fingers dug into his shoulders. He felt a convulsive cunt grab, like a hand clenching his prick. It began racing. God, he thought, she's coming already! He hipped, sweeping it in and out of her sucking cunt.
"Bill. Bill! I'm coming!"
He rode the billows of her body, her writhing belly and tossing tits, and whacked her hard enough that his balls splatted against her upturned ass. She arched up, jerking, then sighed as though punctured, and collapsed.
He saw her face burn as she struggled through orgasm. Her eyes scrunched shut, her teeth gritted. Then she broke free of it, moaning softly. Her face turned away.
She gasped, "Bill, I'm an awfully hot cunt. I hope you don't mind. I mean, I really shouldn't come the minute you stick it into me but I can't help it. It's not very-lady-like, is it?"
"Oh, fuck being lady-like. I want a broad that every guy in town can see is a hot piece of ass, but knows he can't have. Honey, I intend to keep you bowlegged from fucking, your cunt drooling all day long and full of cock all night."
She laughed. "You speak with such delicacy, Bill."
"You'll have to teach me to be more refined."
"I will, starting now. Fuck me hard, Bill! Shove that beautiful big cock into my cunt like there's no tomorrow!"
He kissed her and then roared into high gear. Joyfully, magnificently sure of himself and of her, he began banging into her hole. Kit bowed her back, reaching for his ass. Clutching it, her thighs vising his waist, her heels digging into his spine, she hurtled up to meet each thrust. Her cunt gulped at his slippery prick. A violent seizure told him she had come again but this did not even slow the action.
His balls thumped her asshole and his cock, a ball bat of concrete, extended her sucking cavern all the way, it seemed, to her throat.
When at last his nuts exploded and shot pints of jism through his cock, Kit was shrieking.
"Come, Bill, oh; shoot it into me, honey!"
He blasted his sperm up her hole, backed, lunged again, spurting like a wildman. The great viscous gobs filled her cunt and spilled down her ass to wet the scrotum from which they had originated.
He emptied himself in her and Kit sagged, arms and legs falling from him.
"Bill, I'm exhausted," she choked.
He laughed. "Hell, Kit. I've only begun to fuck."
Next door, Lily and Sonny had finished dinner and were in the living room trying to watch the TV, but too preoccupied with their parents' doings to see more than flickering shadows.
Finally Lily could no longer stand the suspense. She said, "I think you had better go over and sneak a look."
He needed no urging. He sprang up and raced out the back way.
Lily had, to a degree, gotten over her anger at her father's rejecting her, though her shortened dress remained to jog her memory of that awful moment. Oh, she knew her father should have a woman but- Sonny hurtled back into the living room, wide-eyed.
He cried, "I could hear the bedsprings from the kitchen! Like they're smashing the bed apart. I sneaked into the hall and heard them talking, well, not talking. More like loud noises."
Lily eyed him, his sleek torso and the ridge in his shorts. She decided instantly. She lunged out of her chair and strode to her room.
There she whipped off her pretty lace panties. In the mirror she saw that her skirt hem concealed her twat lips because the hairs were wet and mashed up flat. She lifted the dress an inch, trusting it to hang on her hips, and returned to the living room wiggling and swaying in her dress no longer than a t-shirt but much more precisely shaped to display her shape.
Sonny gaped and his eyes bugged. She dropped down on the couch facing him, flipping up her skirt. He glanced once at her hairy cunt and flung his arms about her.
"Lily, you're not mad at me any more?"
"I hate you, you shithead." She slid a hand down his chest to his pants and tore his zipper open. His cock sprang up into her hand, as hard as a hambone. Clutching it she dropped back down on the couch, legs apart, drawing him to her.
"Lily, don't you want to take off your dress?"
"No. Stick it into me, you prickhead."
The first thrust, his knob sliding easily up her hole, brought a wild little spasm in her belly. Lily groaned with pleasure and flung her legs about him, feeling rather glad that Sonny's rod was inside her instead of her father's cunt-stretcher. Oh, Daddy's tool was glorious, but this certainly was more comfortable and it let her be more in control.
She humped in long, strong pulls and Sonny caught the rhythm, which was not playful but a matter of cock-stripping surges guaranteed to make him shoot off his nuts within minutes. She wanted only one orgasm this time, a hard one when he exploded. She wished now that her dress were off so he could fondle her tits but she had needed his cock in a great hurry, and she had it, a plunging length of rigid meat on which her insides pulsed and slithered and rippled in corrugated waves of urgent desire.
He cried, "Lily, you're making me come!"
"Sure I am, you prickhead! Goon, fuck me!"
"I wish you'd call me darling, just once."
"Okay, darling, you asshole." She kissed him, sucking his tongue into her mouth just as he began his ride.
He bucked, raised up, squashed her clitoris, gave a yell and hammered wildly into her split. Lily felt all the knots in her belly congeal into a fist jerking off his plunging cock. The first geyser of jism triggered, her orgasm. She shrieked, arched up and slammed at him.
He squirted her full as she writhed and tossed through the delicious agonies of her come.
He sagged on her. He whispered, "Please don't call me dirty names any more, Lily."
She suckered a kiss on his throat and wondered why it seemed more loving to call him an asshole instead of saying darling.
Night had come. They were still huddled together on the couch, caressing each other's genitals. There was still no communication from next door.
Lily felt Sonny's cock begin to flatten up in her hand.
He said, "Let's go into your bedroom-get naked-"
"I have a better idea. Your bedroom. I want to hear them make the bedsprings creak."
He grinned in agreement, rose and clasped the waistband of his shorts. His prick was too stiff to bend back inside. He left it sticking out.
Lily got the nightie Daddy had bought her and they left the house. Her dress was wrinkled now and hung up around her waist but the cool of night felt good on her fevered pussy as they left the greenhouse and went through the hedge to Sonny's newly mown lawn.
He said, "Hey, your pussy is showing."
She glanced about the darkness, at house lights that seemed distant. She did not pull down her skirt.
She said, "Well, do something about it."
He did. He drew her close and cupped his hand on it, gently stroking, rolling the slobbery lips between his fingers, while Lily massaged his cock. She had made him stop here on the lawn to savor the moment together. It would be different indoors. She edged over to the porch step, mounted the first one and planted her feet well apart.
She tucked his cockhead in between her lips. He shoved and the bony curve slid right up her hole.
He grabbed her ass and gave her some long, slick strokes.
Then she heard Kit's laughter.
She froze. She eased off Sonny's prick, took his hand and led him up the steps into the kitchen.
She then heard her father say, "I think the whole damn thing has melted and is dripping out of you."
She glanced at Sonny. He was grinning.
They stole silently into his room. There Lily stripped off her dress, hung it and her nightie over a chair, and they climbed naked, into bed.
Sonny started to climb on top of her but she pushed him aside. She had other ideas.
She curled down his body and mouthed the juicy head of his prick.
Kit could not stop giggling. Curled up in Bill's arms, her hand roving about his stiff cock, she had not a care in the world. Everything he said was funny, every caress a voluptuous delight. Her troubles were over. Myra? Bill would slap the face of the lesbian bitch. Sonny and Lily?
She had heard them stealthily enter the house, had heard springs creak when they got into his bed. They were just beyond this wall, not ten feet away, and it was a thin wall.
She pressed her mouth to Bill's ear and whispered, "The kids are in Sonny's bed."
He considered that a moment, said, "That's all for the best, I suppose."
"Oh, yes. Let them fuck their little heads off, the darlings. Bill, listen. You said you could convert your house into greenhouse and office, display room, all that. Why not cover your lot with glass and move in here? We have only two bedrooms but if the kids sleep together that's all we'll need."
"We'd have to get married."
She frowned. "I hadn't thought of that."
"Would you like to?"
She shrugged. "I don't care. Whatever you think best." She fingered down his thigh and found his scrotum, more concerned with the squishy feel of his big nuts than with the possibility of becoming Mrs. Folsom. She said, "Married or not, I'd keep my job. I like it. And damned if I'd become a financial burden like your first wife."
"Well, the kids each need both a father and a mother. We'll get married."
"Okay. If you insist." Kit nuzzled his hairy chest. Then she curled down his torso, two-handing his genitals, and mouthed the head of his prick.
It was a jawbreaker, but delicious, sheathed with velvet- A strange sound made her pause, a sound that did not fit with the blissful peace that filled her house.
A car was braking to a halt out in front.
She raised her head. She heard footsteps. Could it be Myra? Just like her to burst in at such a moment. Bill had heard it and he lifted on one elbow.
Shoes scraped on the front porch. A man's shoes. The door opened. He crossed the living room, not sneaking in, walking directly toward the bedroom, knowing where he was going. There was just enough light that Kit saw him loom tall in the doorway and his hand groping for the light switch.
The room exploded, two dresser lamps and an overhead light blazing.
Harry, her ex-husband stood tall in the doorway gazing at the naked pair in the bed. Kit was still holding Bill's erect cock.
Bill growled, "You, who the fuck do you think you are?"
Harry's eyebrow rose. He looked surprised.
He said, "This isn't what I expected."
Bill's voice got louder. "I asked you, who-"
Kit choked, "It's Harry, my ex-husband."
Bill sat up, bringing Kit with him because she still held his prick. He said, "Ex-husband? He'll be your late husband if he doesn't get his ass out of here before I kick his balls off!"
Bill climbed off the bed. Harry backed.
Harry said, "Kit, I had heard-I mean-"
Kit was dying inside, not knowing what Harry knew or suspected. Oh God, if he said something about Myra-or about her fucking with Sonny- But Bill was on his feet and crouched like a wrestler, powerful arms hooking toward the intruder. Yes, a naked wrestler but Kit guessed his enormous, rigid cock Sort of spoiled the effect. It was something else, not having to do with combat.
In fact, it looked terribly funny.
Bill said, "I happen to be Kit's future husband. You got that, shithead?"
He lunged like a bull at the doorway.
Harry fled. Out to the hall, crashing into the phone table, knocking it over and setting the phone to ringing, scrambling out through the living room. Bill, howling in rage, went tearing after him.
Kit burst into laughter. She had just enough presence of mind to go to the wall switch and turn out the light. Out in the hall she found Bill fighting the upset phone table. Distantly, a car roared away on squealing tires.
And in the hall were her naked son and Bill's nude daughter, clinging together and staring at their elders.
Kit greeted them with peals of laughter. She rushed to the two teens, threw her arms about them and crushed them to her naked breasts. She kissed each in turn.
She said, "Lily, your father wants to marry me. He's so old-fashioned. But it's sweet of him, don't you think?"
As she released them her hand fell on Sonny's stiff cock.
She guessed it might as well all come out in the open. She curled her fingers about the stiff organ and caressed it.
Bill understood in a flash how it had all happened. Kit, needing a man, had gone ape for Sonny, and the heat thus engendered had spread across the hedge, joining him with Lily.
He said, "Lily, I want to talk to you, honey. Come here a minute."
Lily detached herself from the group and followed him into the living room. They stood at the end of the couch, facing.
He said in a low voice, "We'll tell everything. Okay? Start with a clean slate?"
She nodded, smiling. And her hand rose and closed on his cock.
"Hey!" he protested.
She whispered, "Kit is holding Sonny's prick."
"But, honey, we're starting over. I mean-"
"We're being honest now, that's all, not hiding our love any more, none of us." She backed to the couch, lifted her ass up on the backrest, spread her legs and drew him into the darkness of her crotch.
His cockhead touched her slippery cunt lips. She still fisted his shank, slid her free hand up his furry chest and about his neck, bringing his head down to her open mouth.
He kissed his daughter, slipping his tongue in as he hipped and shoved his cockhead up her narrow but sloshy hole. Her legs flung about his waist.
In the hall, Kit said, "Sonny, I'm thirsty, let's get a drink in the kitchen."
Lily's cunt was sucking strongly at Bill's cock. She pulled from his mouth and whispered huskily, "I'm getting a come, Daddy. Fuck me through it, then go back to Kit."
He jerked his hips, jogging in the sweet little hole. Abruptly she cried out and ground her pubes on his, choking and moaning.
"Daddy, Im coming, COMING! Fuck me a little more-"
He gave her a few long strokes. At last she wilted, sagged, kissed his throat.
They drew apart. An arm about her, he took her to the hall, patted her behind and sent her into Sonny's bedroom. He returned to Kit's room.
Shortly she joined him, gliding into his arms.
She whispered, "Bill, I don't think it would hurt for us to change off occasionally, me with Sonny and you with Lily."
He had to agree. He climbed on top of her and shoved his cock into her hole.