"She's gone, daddy gone, I tell you," Gina said for the third time to her father, who was standing in her bedroom door, inquiring as to the whereabouts of Mona.
"I heard you I heard you but I mean, where where is she gone?" the perplexed Marcus asked, peering intently into the semi-darkness of the bedroom, trying to determine if Gina was actually lying naked on top of the covers.
He had only opened the door wide enough to look in and see if Gina were at home. The light from the hallway only illuminated the room enough for him to see her body dimly outlined on her bed. At that point, he had not even been thinking whether or not she might be clothed.
He had simply opened the door a crack, and called softly, "Gina?"
"Uhh-mm wh-what ohh yes, daddy?"
"Where's your mother?"
"She's gone."
"I can see that where is she?"
"I just told you gone."
Marcus eased the door open wider. Gina was on her back, twisted toward him, her raised trunk supported on one elbow. She was naked stark naked.
"She said don't tell you where she was going," Gina said, "and I promised her I wouldn't, but I'll tell you anyway. She was talking to Dicky on the phone, begging him to come home. Apparently he refused, because she finally said, 'If you won't come to me, then I'll come to you. I'm catching the next plane out meet me at the airport.' She's been gone now for about four hours, so she should be almost there now."
"Bu-but why would she do a thing like that without telling me?"
"How could she, daddy? You weren't here. She knew you'd be mad, that's why she told me not to tell you. I asked her how long she'd be gone, and she said two or three days maybe longer. She told me to take care of you said maybe I could keep you home for a while, because she certainly couldn't."
"I don't like this I don't like this at all," Marcus growled. "Dick knows he can come home whenever he wants to, but if he's too bull-headed to come back, that's his business. I'm not gonna have Mona chasing after him, though, no sirree."
"Looks like you're too late," Gina reminded him, "she's already chasing."
As if by accident, Marcus hit the door with his elbow, pushing it all the way open. Gina was fully exposed in all her naked glory, her high-standing, big-nippled tits seeming to fill the room. The hard-on that Marcus had lost when he discovered his bed made and unslept-in came back in full throbbing force when he saw Gina's nubile, teenaged body lying nude and enticing before his bugged eyes.
He had never been alone with his daughter like this never had they been completely alone in the big, rambling, twelve-room house without any fear of interruption, not even the danger of the phone ringing, or somebody ringing the front doorbell.
"It's now or never," he thought. "If I don't get to her now, I'll never get such a chance again. But how will I go about it what will I do? I haven't really talked to her for years, let alone touch her hug her kiss her she'd think I'm crazy if I made a pass."
Gina stared silently at her father. Dick and Mona had assured her that she wouldn't have to do anything, just be there naked and waiting for him when he came in. "Don't play coy," they said, "don't act frightened, no matter what he does just go along with whatever he tries to get across, no matter how roundabout and indirect his passes start out." She was waiting for him to say something do something, so she could start playing along.
"She's fucking," Marcus said to himself, "I know that, and I don't give a shit what she, Mona, and Dick say to the contrary, I’ll bet my bottom dollar that she's been fucked by her brother. If not, it was only because I stopped them in time.
"Now Mona's gone to visit Dicky," he went on with his disturbing, exciting thoughts, "and if he'd fuck his sister, why not his mother. Mona went so far as to admit to me that she'd fucked more than one of her brothers, and saw nothing wrong with it she could also see nothing wrong with Dick fucking Gina what's to keep her red-hot, cock-hungry ass from fucking Dick while she's up there?
"None of this don't get me a damn bit closer to fucking Gina, though," he thought, groaning his frustration, and raising both hands to cover his sweating face, shaking his head from side to side in the palms of his hands.
"Daddy, daddy, what's wrong what's the matter with you?" Gina cried, springing out of bed, and dashing over to her father, who seemed to be on the verge of falling flat oh his face.
"Ohhh uhhh it's n-nothing," he mumbled, allowing her to take him in her arms, but pulling his loins away, so she couldn't feel the bone-hard erection angled solidly down his thigh. "I I g-guess I ju-just had t-too much to drink ohhhhh ohhhh God I feel horrible I I'm sick I I d-don't think I can make it back to m-my b-bedroom."
"Here, daddy here lie down on my bed," Gina cooed sweetly, persuasively as she led him to her big double bed and pushed him gently over on it. "Just lie still, I'll get your shoes off get you undressed you just take it easy, everything is going to be all right. Wait wait let me turn on the light so I can see what I'm doing you lie still now."
Gina dashed to the door to flick on the bright overhead light, and hurried back to the bed, gasping at the sight of her father's flushed, sweating face. Her heart fell, because she thought he was actually sick too drunk to really appreciate what she planned to be doing to him shortly.
In the fraction of a moment that it took Gina to turn on the light, return to the bed, and begin undressing Marcus his plan of operation formed itself in his mind.
"Shit, I'm drunk dead drunk," he almost hooted aloud, "I'm so drunk I don't know what I'm doing, so I can do any fucking thing I want to, and get away with it. If she balks, or starts giving me some shit when I sober up, I'll not remember a goddamn thing."
Gina's hands were trembling so violently that she could hardly get Marcus's belt unbuckled. She was staring in wide eyed disbelief at the monstrous erection angling down his thigh, almost afraid to let it free to see if it were really as huge as it looked through his pants.
"Ohhhhrgghh," Marcus groaned achingly aloud, "I'm s-sooo f-fucking dr-drunk the bed is sp-spinning, Mona M-Mona, baby s-st-stop the bed from spinning."
Gina stiffled a giggle, thinking that Marcus was so drunk that he actually thought she was Mona. She started to correct him, but thought better of it, and decided to play along.
"Hush, darling," she soothed, "I'm here just lie still let me get you undressed the bed will stop spinning."
"Ohhhh, Mona b-baby, I love you you know I love you I'm drunk, b-but I'm not too drunk to f-fuck I want some of your sweet, hot cunt so bad."
"Yes, dear, I love you, too all right, hon, you know I'm here for you whenever you want me."
Marcus arched his hips up from the bed so Gina could get his pants off. He let his eyes roll foolishly around in their sockets as though he had no control over his vision, but he was still watching Gina's reaction when his long, fat cock sprang from under his descending pants and shorts like a thick-headed, one-eyed Jack-in-the-box.
Gina blushed and gasped aloud in spite of herself. Her father's cock was even larger than it appeared to be inside his pants. It was larger than Dick's, larger than Steve's, larger than any cock she had ever seen, or ever hoped to see. She knew that she could and would take it all, every inch of it; still she stood awestruck, trembling more violently at the mere thought of all this hard, raging pole of flesh stretching her cunt, her mouth, her asshole.
Reaching up with both hands to squeeze and fondle Gina's full firm tits, Marcus croaked hoarsely, "M-Mona Mona, baby, your titties are s-soooo pretty sooo s-soft and fat and and round. I love your titties, baby let me suck them."
"Wait dad uhhh darling," Gina said with an irrepressible giggle, "let me finish getting you undressed, then you can suck my titties you can do anything to me that you want to you know that."
"Yes yes, I know, it. That's what I love about you, you're so good to m-me s-so goddamn sweet and I'm a lousy, no-good son-of-a-bitch, the way I been treatin' you. But I'm gonna make it up to you baby I'm gonna make it all up to you," Marcus said, raising up so Gina could slip his shirt off. "And I want everything tonight, baby okay? Everything I wanna suck your sweet, juicy cunt, I want you to suck my cock I want some of your hot, tight asshole just like old times okay?"
"All right, darling," Gina readily agreed, scooting back down in bed to take his massive boner in both hands, and stroke it firmly, but gently. She was actually shivering in happy anticipation of getting it into all of her insatiable orifices, but was so fascinated by the size of the ropy-veined, mushroom-headed beauty of it, that she couldn't stop staring at it.
Marcus was amazed and relieved that she agreed to his suggestions without hesitation. He had expected her to hem and haw and begin making excuses when he mentioned fucking her in the ass, and he had prepared to go along with her, to take her any way she thought she could handle it. He decided to press his advantage, though, not let her off the hook, find out exactly how she felt, and how far she'd go.
"Where's Gina? Where's my sweet baby, Gina?" He slurred with drunken exaggeration, as though he had relapsed into an almost complete stupor. "I’m just dr-drunk enough to t-tell you how I really feel about my-my sweet, sexy baby."
"How do you feel about her, darling?"
"I I-love her that's how I f-feel I love h-her s-so fuckin' much I can't stand it I want her I want to fuck her I want to f-fuck my my own daughter wh-what do you think about that?"
"It's all right, honey, I think it's fine. I happen to know that Gina wants to fuck you too, and if it would keep you home with us more often, I'd be happy to see you fuck her."
"Godamn, baby, don't m-make me b-bust out bawlin'. You're so fuckin' sweet an' understanding I swear I'll be home every fuckin' night I'll keep you both happy I’ll fuck her, but I'll fuck you more than ever you wait an' see, we're gonna be a cl-close, lovin' family again. And if Davey wants to come back an' get in on the action, that's all right with me, too. Do you wanna fuck Da-Davey?"
"I'm already fucking him, dear."
"Good good all inna family. And is Mona uhhh I mean is Gina uhhh shit are both of you fuckin' him?"
"Yes, darling, we're both fucking him, and loving it. And we both want to fuck you want you here with us giving us all we need, and taking all of this hot, hungry sex that we have to give."
Suddenly Marcus sat bolt upright in bed cold sober. "Baby," he croaked to his startled daughter, "don't leave me now don't flake out on me now that we've gotten this far. I'm not drunk, I was just faking it. Is all you said true? Do you really want to fuck me? Are both you and Mona fucking Dave?"
"Yes, daddy, it's true every word of it."
"Ohhh God oh God" Marcus moaned, "what a goddamned fool I've been how long has this been going on?"
"Not long not as long as you think but long enough to let us all know how much we love it with each other, and how much we want you to join us without any hassle."
"No hassle," Marcus replied urgently, "you'll get no hassle from me. It's just that I could kick my own ass around the block for missing out on it this long. I've been chasing around after young girls because I wanted to fuck you so badly been suffering like a dying man, because I wanted to be with Mona, but just couldn't stop chasing teenaged cunt. But how when I mean, Dave hasn't been home since…?"
"Yes, he has," Gina interrupted, pushing Marcus gently back down on the bed. "Hush now, we'll give you all the juicy details later. Now I want to see how long it will take me to deflate this gorgeous cock of yours, then get it hard again for some real fucking."
Gina began by holding the shaft of his cock in one hand, while fondling and squeezing his balls with the other. At the same time she let her pink, wet tongue race up and down the ropey stalk, round and round the bulbous head, in and out of the teardrop slit of a hole at the top.
She knew that he had no idea that she could get even half of the giant phallus into her mouth. The way he was writhing and groaning as she licked it from top to bottom, she also knew that he would blast his nuts immediately, once she pulled her deepthroat trick out of the bag. Opening her mouth wide, she swooped her head downward, like a hawk zeroing in on a rabbit and engulfed the long, thick tool in her jaws and throat.
"AHHHRRRGGGGHHH!" Marcus cried, almost in shock, involuntarily arching up from the bed, driving the thick, meaty head even deeper into her throat.
But if Marcus was surprised, Gina was flabbergasted. She credited herself with having the deepest, wildest throat, up to and including Linda Lovelace. She had taken both Steve and Dick's cocks into her throat with ease, and neither of their dongs was that much thinner or shorter than Marcus's. Now, however, she was about to choke to gag to die. She couldn't breathe, couldn't swallow, her mouth was packed solid with cock from lips to gullet.
Almost in panic, she slid her mouth up the stalk until her air passages were free, and she could breathe again. Clamping her lip-cushioned teeth tightly around his cock so he couldn't drive it in too deeply again, she sucked like a child sucking a lollipop. She had no room to roll and flick her tongue around it, as was her habit when she had a cock embedded in her mouth. Her lips were already strained open so wide that she couldn't nip and nibble it as it went in and out. She had no recourse but to suck it in pure self-defense.
After the first startled realization that she might have bitten off more than she could chew, however, she remained in complete control. She loved to be mouth-fucked, to lie dormant, passive, throat wide open, and let the man pound cock into her gullet as vigorously as he would pound it into her cunt. Not this time, though, not this trip. She knew that if she stopped sucking, stopped thrilling him with her wet, clinging lips and saliva-filled, suctioning jaws, he would ruin her.
To help herself along, take some of the pressure off her swiftly tiring jaws, she squeezed his cock in her tiny fist. Though it was so thick that her thumb and fingers could not meet around it, she jerked him off with a steady, synchronized, pounding rhythm. The fingers that had been gripping his nut sack slid down into the hairy, sweaty crack of his ass. She tickled his ecstasy-tightened asshole, ran the ball of her middle finger round and round the puckered anal ring, then drove it into the constricted passage to her second knuckle joint.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Marcus roared again. He wanted to come, but the ecstasy was too intense, all his senses were paralyzed. He knew he had to do something to keep from exploding, having a stroke or a heart attack.
Reaching down and grabbing his daughter by her tiny waist, he lifted her bodily into the air, rotated her gripping, sucking mouth on his dick, and eased her hairy, open, drooling cunt over his mouth. The heat from her loins fanned across his face like a desert breeze even before his mouth made contact. The crystal clear, sweet and sour ambrosia that seeped out of her pulsating hole trickled into his mouth before he could even begin to suck.
He snorted in lungfuls of her fresh young cunt smell as he drained her of her juices. The luxurious abundance of her cuntal hair held the aroma locked fast. Her freely sweating nether area added to the heady scent that assailed his nostrils in titillating, mind-blowing waves. He licked the insides of her smooth, quivering thighs, loving the sweaty-salt taste of her flesh. He licked up and down the deep, funky gorge between her pulled-apart asscheeks, digging his finders into the balloon-soft, balloon-round globes. He stabbed his tongue in and out of the softly muscled hole, giving her the same thrill with his oral digit as she was giving him with her pistoning finger.
Her lustful shrieks of pleasure were gagged by his driving, rampaging cock. His roars of passion and ecstasy were muffled in the dark, clinging canyon of her thighs and asscheeks. Still they sucked as though there were no tomorrow. Since time stood still for them both, they had no idea how long they ate away at each other's genitals. It may have been ten minutes, and it may have been two hours. Sweat poured off their bodies until they were as slippery as eels, thrashing about on soggy sheets.
Gina had orgasm after shattering orgasm but Marcus could not come, his nuts simply would not release the seething, bubbling load that boiled just beneath the surface of his consciousness, sang through his bloodstream, caused his senses to reel. No woman not even Mona had ever sucked him into such a state of frenzied euphoria. He became not a thinking, rational man, but a mindless, sensation-ruled cock.
When he lifted her from his body, he carried out the move as though in a trance, wordlessly, unhurriedly, sitting up as he held her up. Pushing her forward and down with her tits pressed flat on the bed, he stared dreamily into her wide open, backthrust cunt, into the winking, round, brown back orifice, as though he were unable to decide which to sample first with his aching cock. Just looking at her like this was joy enough, pleasure enough to sustain any sex-starved man, but looking was not enough for Marcus.
Rising up on his knees, gripping her lightly about the waist, he aimed his cock with his free hand, he lunged forward, and as straight and true as an arrow launched from a tightly drawn bowstring, he hit the tiny target of her slime-filled pussy hole dead center. He stretched her tiny cunt to bursting as he drove his cock in to the hilt. In and out, out and in, he pounded with such force that he scooted her inches forward in bed with each blow of his loins. He followed her on his knees until her head was jammed against the bedstead, until she had no choice but to coil and sling her springy young ass violently back Into his belly.
Holding his asscheeks apart so he could see the miraculous disappearance and reappearance of all of his mighty, meaty dong as it plowed in and out of her straining cunt, he noticed the string of slimy saliva oozing from where he had spit it into her asshole. His cock was slick with her cunt juice, and jerking it all the way out of her cuntal cavern on one backstroke, he arched up on his knees, and drove it to the balls into her asshole on the instroke.
Her scream was a shriek of pure ecstasy, his echoing scream was a roaring testament to the same. Later, as the first rays of morning sun slid in through the cracks of the drawn blinds, they both screamed again, but this time at long last in completion.