Their father was waiting. The three Wilson children didn't see him at first. They were still too dazed from all the excitement of the party to be exactly careful and observant as they climbed from the car and walked into the house.
Karen was the most excited of the three. She still tingled from the visit with the teacher. They had fucked again before her brother and sister arrived. Between fucks she had fixed them a snack. She had felt so domestic, puttering around in his kitchen, one of his shirts thrown over her shoulders to keep her from getting chilled in the evening air that blew through an open window. She could smell his cologne lingering in the cloth of the shirt. That was nice. It made her feel like his arms were always around her. Most of the time they were. He kept hugging her and kissing her as they played putting together a couple of sandwiches. Then they had eaten them before slipping back to the bedroom for another luscious screw.
"Mmmm!" the girl sighed as she took a deep breath of air just before entering her home. "Ooooo, I feel sooo beautiful!"
She spun about happily, then followed her brother and sister into the house. Brad had clearly smoked too much pot. Anne looked like she might have taken too much to drink. They both acted sort of quiet and restrained. Not Karen. She wanted to dance and sing all through the house.
Then their father stepped out of the shadows of the family room and blocked the stars up to their bedrooms. His eyes flashed angrily as he confronted them. His face was dark with a scowl of displeasure.
"Where have you three been?" he demanded.
"To a party," Anne answered. As the oldest, she always was expected to answer for the other two. "We went to a party."
"I know about that party," their father snorted. "It was at the Rowley's, wasn't it? If it wasn't, then someone took your car over there while you were somewhere else."
"It was at the Rowley's," Brad answered. He spread his legs in a belligerent stance. He held the position for a moment, then staggered slightly and almost fell. Karen giggled. She would have laughed louder except for the snapping glance her father shot at her. She only giggled, then suppressed even that.
"You think I don't know what kind of party it was?" Walter Wilson snarled. "You think I'm that stupid? You think you can go to a sex orgy any time you please and I'll never get wise?"
Anne and Brad looked at Karen. They had each answered a question. Now it was her time to respond. That's the way they had always done when their father interrogated them. This time, though, Karen almost let him down. She couldn't think of a good answer, not right at the moment. She couldn't think at all with her dad glaring at her this way. She fumbled for words, then smiled brightly.
"You want to go with us next time?" she asked. It wasn't the right answer. Walter Wilson snorted even more angrily. He waved his arms in his rage. His mouth worked noiselessly while he tried to find words. Finally he shouted at them.
"Get to your rooms. I'll talk to each of you separately. Maybe that way I'll find out what's going on in this house."
The three kids looked at each other in apprehension. This was the way their father had always worked them when he was extremely angry.
The fact that Marge Wilson had walked from the living room to join them didn't lessen their fears. If their dad hadn't been enraged, their mother would be in bed asleep. They scampered up the stairs, each glancing helpless at the other as they went to their individual rooms.
Karen flopped down on her bed and propped her head against a pillow. He would come in here first. He always did. He would work up the ladder from the youngest to the oldest. She sighed heavily, knowing that it wouldn't take him five minutes to get the truth from her. She had never been able to lie to her dad. She could lie her head off to her mother or to Anne and Brad. She couldn't, though, with Dad. Damn! Just when she was feeling so wonderful, he had to go and ruin it all. She had been a woman! She had been a real woman! Now Dad was making her a child again. Damn him, anyway!
She looked up as he entered her room and closed the door behind him. He stood over her, staring down at her. His breath was still coming in angry pants. She didn't move. She didn't turn her head toward him. She only cut her eyes up and watched him.
Walter Wilson looked down at his lovely daughter. She was his pet. She always had been. She had always been the most affectionate of his children. She had become such a beautiful girl as she grew up. She looked so damn lovely now as she lay across the bed. It was amazing that she could have just come in from one of those orgies and still look so fresh and innocent. No, he reminded himself, she wasn't nearly as innocent as she looked. He had begun to suspect her for a week or more. Tonight he had questioned Marge and Nina and Roger. No, this was no innocent young virgin no matter how pure she looked. He sighed wearily and sat on the edge of her bed.
"Want to talk about it, honey?" he asked.
"No," she answered. "There's nothing to talk about."
"I'm not talking about just tonight," he told her with a sigh. "There's more than tonight. You didn't lose your cherry tonight, did you?"
"No," Karen admitted. "I didn't. I'm afraid your little girl has grown up, Daddy. I'm not an innocent little virgin any more."
Walter had known that this night would come. He had tried to prepare himself for it. It hadn't worked, though. He still felt that he had lost something precious. Then he became angry at himself. He had lost something? Why the hell did he feel that it was his to lose or to keep? He reached out and patted Karen's leg. He watched the soft rise and fall of her luscious tits beneath the thin blouse. Her nipples were clearly outlined against the material! She wasn't a child any more. She was a lovely young woman. She was a very desirable young woman. Hell, he admitted, she was just plain sexy! He felt his cock rise, tight and hard within his pants.
"Why should I be?" Karen asked. "I'm your daughter. I've got your hot blood in me, haven't I? I'm your's and Mom's."
"Do you like to?" he asked. "Do you like to fuck?"
She looked up at him. Her eyes met his clearly and honestly. Karen knew that he was responding to her appearance. She could sense the throbs that shook his cock. She ached suddenly to reach over and touch it. She wanted to pull his meat out in her hands and love it. She smiled softly and nodded her answer to his question. She moistened her lips and smiled more boldly.
Walter suddenly felt dry in his throat. He saw the suggestion in her eyes. He watched her hand come over and rub along his leg and against his thigh. He swallowed, trying to cool the dryness. His cock was leaping now, struggling to find room in the tight confinement of his pants. Her hand almost touched it as she caressed along his leg. He shuddered at the thought that was running through his mind. No! No! He couldn't do it! He mustn't do it!
"Am I your daughter?" she asked sweetly. "Am I yours as well as Mom's?"
How did he know? How did any of them in their swinger's group know? There was no way to be sure, absolutely sure. What shook him even more was the knowledge that some of the young girls he seduced around the office or on his trips could just as easily have been his daughter. Hell he had scattered his seed in all directions all his life.
"Ooooo, Daddy!" Karen cooed as her hand brushed his cock, then pressed into the lunging pecker. "Mmmmmmm!"
She might be his daughter. She might not be his daughter. What did it matter? Hell, she wanted to be fucked! No girl, daughter or not, should ever be refused that request. Walter Wilson had never refused any girl the joy of his services. He turned to her as her fingers found the shaft and closed over it. He pulled her to him, unbuttoning her blouse so his hand could slip and cover one of her glorious tits. Damn, but she was beautiful. He covered her lips with his mouth. Their tongues met in sensuous play. Her flesh was vibrant, alive. She was soft and firm at the same time. She was also throbbing as anxiously as he.
"Ooooo, Daddy!" Karen purred. "This feels sooo good. This is better than your being so angry with me."
Their eyes met. They drew apart and each struggled out of his clothes. Walter had never seen such a gorgeous body. He stared at her in amazement. Damn! She looked great when she paraded about the pool in her skimpy bikini. She looked a hell of a lot sexier like this! He pulled the silken body against him as she reached for his erect meat. He began kissing over her full, ripe tits while she pumped his cock with slow and expert skill. The flow of her skin beneath his fingers sent shivers of wild pleasure through him. He leaned down and began to suck at a tight, throbbing nipple as she slowly pumped his cock and teased his balls.
"Mmmmm," Karen purred louder. "Ooooo, it feels so good to have you against me. Ooooo, Daddy! Oh, Daddy, love me, love me!"
She rubbed her tits against his face as he kissed and licked. She gingerly caressed his pulsing cock, turning aside the temptation to pull it roughly into her cunt. No, she'd let him do the fucking. Older men were usually very good at it, she had just discovered. Her dad should be the best. He'd sure had enough experience. She kept her body soft and submissive. She was pliant to his caresses, yielding to his direction.
"I feel so light and delicate," she whispered. "YOU make me feel so special, so cuddly and special."
"You are," he assured her. "You are very special. You are my very special little princess."
She could take that sort of talk. She loved being his princess, if this was how he treated his princess. She glowed as his lips roved over her lunging breasts. She moaned as he sucked each nipple. She throbbed as he finally began to move up over her. She parted her tingling thighs for him to come down inside them and slip his pecker against her waiting cunt. She closed her legs against him, hugging him as he slowly pushed his big meat up the entrance to her pussy.
"Ooooeee!" she shrilled. "Oooo, Daddy! Daddy! Get it in me! Get to all the way in me!"
His eyes glowed as he looked down at her. His hands worked at her tits as they rolled and swirled in frenzied passion. He pushed the head of his prick against her clit, rubbing her into delirious spasms. He panted from his own lust and began to thrust his cock harder along the inner passage of her softly pulsing cunt. Her passion was boiling now, shaking her with uncontrollable frenzy.
"Ooooo! Fuck me!" she pled. "Fuck me! Fill me with your sweet juice! Oooooeee!"
"I'll fuck you," he assured her. "I'll ram this hot old pecker all through that sweet little body. Ohhhh, yes, I'll fuck you!"
He drove the wild cock through her pussy. She shook even more frantically as he moved it down her cunt with powerful, lust-maddened probes. She gasped as he fucked her deeper and deeper. Her pussy was grabbing at the juicy prick, clutching at the steaming shaft. He plowed her cunt thoroughly with his rod. He came down over her mouth, kissing her just as sensuously, just as demandingly as he was fucking her. His tongue leaped into her mouth, claiming her and possessing her. His tongue and cock were in partnership, filing her with their lustful presence as she writhed in luscious pleasure beneath him.
"I'm flying!" she squealed when he lifted his lips from her for a moment. "Ooooeee! I'm flying all over! Fuck me! Oooo, fuck me!"
Her father fucked her into one orgasm. He fucked her through the wild climax, never slackening his pace. His cock continued to tear and plunge into her cunt as she came down from her height. He kept up the steady drive of prick until she began rising toward another orgasm. His cock shuddered, growing larger and more demanding inside her.
"All right, baby!" he muttered. "This time it's both of us!"
The big cock seemed to leap through her as he gave his promise. Karen shuddered wildly as he thrust deeply and deliberately. He shook his cock within her panting cunt. He made circles with it as he reduced her to a mass of quivering, passionate jelly. She gasped for breath, suddenly suspended in that wonderful moment of anticipation just before the onslaught of her orgasm. She was shivering, quivering beneath him. She heard the sound of his cock splashing through her juices. She heard the ecstatic explosions of his breath. She felt the shuddering build-up in his cock. She screamed as her orgasm blazed through her. She rocked and leaped about in the intense thrill of a second climax.
"Yes! Yes!" she screamed. "Get me, Daddy! Oooo, blow it through me! I'm there! I'm having it now! Oooo, please! Please! Oooo!"
She wasn't sure what words were coming out. All she knew was that she was screaming out her wild, delirious pleasure. Her storm had broken over her. She was nothing but an exploding collection of nerves. She was the orgasm. The orgasm was Karen.
"Here we go, sweetheart!" her dad panted in her ear. "Hold on, baby! Here it comes!"
Did it ever come! His cock erupted inside her. Hot cum seemed to be boiling through her from every direction. She shrieked again as his juice hit the lining of her cunt. Her pussy seemed to have a screaming, panting voice of its own. It was magnificent! It was marvelous! They shook as their quaking bodies trembled into the depths of an unbelievable climax.
Karen rode the fuck with him. Her legs were wound tightly about his body. She clung to him helplessly as they roared into semi-consciousness. She panted against him, her brain whirled off in the midst of the blazing, swirling lights.
"Ooooeee!" she squealed. "Oooooeeee! It's marvelous! Oooooeee! It's beautiful! Oooeee!"
Her body was singing. Her dad was fucking her. Her daddy's cock had filled her with his own special cum. Ohhh, it was a beautiful fuck! It was a magnificent fuck!
"I'm next!" Anne shouted as the door opened. "I get the next fuck!"
Karen and her dad looked up in surprise as the lovely red-head came running to the bed. Anne had slipped out of her clothes in preparation. Her lithe body glowed in the artificial light from the small lamp. Her hair showed flecks of matching gold against the rich red. Her lips were spread in an ecstatic smile. Karen was sure that she'd never seen her sister look more beautiful. Anne ran toward them, then leaped into the bed with them. Her slender arms wrapped about her father as she began kissing him frantically.
"Hey!" Walter Wilson protested. "Give me a minute, please! I've got to build up another head of steam!"
"Well, I'll be here when you're ready," Anne laughed, refusing to loosen her embrace. Her long lovely legs were pulling as she rubbed them back and forth along his body. Karen watched for a moment, then looked back to the door where Brad and her mother were standing. Her brother's arm was around his mother's waist. One hand had a tit cupped affectionately as they laughed at the scene in the bed.
"Finally!" Marge called to them. "Finally we can have a family bang, I've been wanting one for two or three years. We had to get your father out of his stuffy approach to family fucking, though."
"I knew that Karen could do it," Anne called back. "Didn't I tell you she would?"
"How did you know?" Karen asked. "How the hell did you know I could do anything with him? I didn't try. Honestly, it just all sort of happened."
"Like with Ritchie Clay?" the red-head asked. "Did it just sort of occur like when you got Ritchie?"
"How did you know that?" Karen gasped. "We weren't going to tell you! I promised not to. I never expected him to, either."
"He didn't," Anne laughed softly. "At least he didn't in words. I knew, though. I knew before it happened. Why do you think I invited him over on an afternoon when I knew you'd be home alone? I figured that if you couldn't get him hard, then it was a lost cause."
Karen stared in shock at her sister. She had expected Anne to be mad if she ever suspected what had happened. Now her sister was claiming credit for the whole thing.
"Don't you have anything better to do, any of you?" Walter Wilson asked. "Don't you have anything better to do than stand around chatting? I don't care who the hell this Ritchie is. I want my family all in the bed with me."
They all agreed to that. Marge and Brad leaped in with them. As they were all rolling about, caressing and fondling whatever happened to be available, Karen took a deep breath. Yes, there was a need for a third male in the group, Ritchie would be perfect. He'd make a welcome addition. She was sure Anne and her mother would agree.
There was another possibility, but she had decided against that. She wasn't about to bring the delicious teacher into the game. That was her own private fuck. She had every intention of keeping it that way.