Janet grabbed her father's thighs and dug her nails into his skin. She expected the spanking to hurt, but that whack felt like a gun going off! It shattered her nerves. Janet was scared, frantic. She had to get away. Right that minute!
The red splotch on her skin spread from the edges until her entire backside was the color of raspberry ice cream. Her sweltering crease smiled back at him. He brought his hand up once more. She was flinching against the arm that secured her tightly to his lap. And she was screaming like hell. His own daughter. But she was held tightly and nothing was going to let her get away. He could spank all day and night.
It was a strong desire. A sweet little girl with a sweet mouth and a lovely ass just laying on his lap begging, yes, screaming for a spanking.
Janet acted like a tramp and deserves this, he reasoned. Yet in his heart he felt differently.
Her tender butt was so helpless. The long, thin crease was so inviting. He had rammed his finger through those tender cheeks. Her pink asshole had opened up like a rare flower to his probing finger.
To his surging cock!
Could he continue smacking her butt after she had grunted and hunched on the end of his penis? Could he really do it?
"No, Daddy, no!" Janet shouted. Tears flooded her eyes. The pain was terrible. His palm still burned across her rump. She wiggled her flesh but that didn't help. The throbbing hurt was still there.
"I promise to be a good, girl," she said. "I promise! I promise!"
He glanced around furtively, like a little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Only the cookie jar turned out to be his daughter's butt! It had been such a nice day. It was a shame to ruin it all because Janet had acted unwisely. Staring at her, Biff imagined he could still see the tight hole inside the flaps of rump flesh. It was all pink and hairless and tight. Much better than a cunt. So tight she had been. So tight that he'd almost failed to penetrate the ring of resilient muscles. He knew he had to fuck her one more time. Not right then, but soon. Perhaps back at the house in the privacy of their own home.
Of course there was the problem of Ethel to contend with.
Biff doubted that his wife would look charitably upon their incestuous relationship. But there was time to deal with that obstacle later.
He dropped his hand. Janet slid off his lap. Obediently, she reached for his penis. She had tears in her eyes, tears of happiness. Janet wanted to thank her father with her lips. To thank him by sucking his cock.
"NO, baby," he said, holding her hand. "We must leave now. I'll take a rain check."
They dressed quickly. Janet followed her father out the door. The orgy in the cabin was still going on as if nothing had happened in the bathroom.
"I won't be coming back here," Janet said.
Her father nodded. "I doubt if I will either." It was no idle gesture. He would be crazy to give up the good thing he had going with Janet. The thing he wanted more than anything else, the nicest piece of tail in the whole world, was living under his roof. Little naked girls gave him a hard-on, but not one held a candle to the torch heat of his daughter.
They were halfway outside when Charlie came bounding across the sea of humping naked bodies, a huge Cheshire-cat smile spread ear to ear.
His eyes were dilated. He was very stoned on something. Uppers, downers, laughers… what the hell difference did it make. Charlie liked to get stoned.
"Man, I just fucked the hell out of this cunt and now she's dyking it up with her best friend," laughed Charlie.
Janet felt ashamed and bowed her head but Charlie didn't notice. She was just another cunt, something to be fucked and forgotten. Janet clutched her father's arm, realizing how lucky she was to be loved by somebody.
"Hey, this is something to watch," said Charlie. He motioned them to follow.
Biff was interested in getting home. By that time his cock would be hard again for another round of fucking Janet, but the dykes seemed a pleasant diversion. He looked over at Janet who chose that moment to raise her head. Even in the dim light, her tender young breast buds were visible through the gossamer thin blouse. Her nipples stuck out like thumb tacks. She was so young and innocent looking, her flesh so alive with youth and freshness that Biff felt a twinge of envy. After all, he was well into middle age. Even the moaning and groaning of Janet's body spread over his raging cock could not bring back his youth. "Come on," he said, yanking on her arm. "This is something to see."
They hurried the short distance to the small crowd of sweaty naked bodies. Biff knew the two girls as Bridget and Darlene. How could he ever forget Bridget's rose-petal-soft skin? Or her creamy thighs and swell ripe cunt. He watched the two girls pawing at each other and felt a twinge of jealousy. Bridget looked blissfully happy sucking the sweet juices from Darlene's twat. So happy that Biff got angry.
Once he had been drunk on the nectar of her cunt. He slurped her cunny juice with abandon, reveling in the flavor and aroma. Now a girl had taken his place.
A Goddamn girl!
Bridget was ecstatic. She was using her tongue as a cock on Darlene's cunt and ramming home. The cunt hole collapsed around her leech-like tongue and Darlene orgasmed.
"Ah! Ah!! Ahhhhh!" Darlene screamed. Her hips rose up, swiveled and slammed down hard on the ground, bringing Bridget's tongue with her. As Biff watched them squirming for every single moment of pleasure, he saw Janet staring intently. Dykes were dykes to his mind. But Janet took a special interest as the girls pressed together in a long, shuddering orgasm.
Suddenly he thought of a vent for his frustration. He giggled loudly and whispered in Janet's ear. His daughter looked aghast. Her father never ceased to amaze her with his ideas. It was a terrible thing what he suggested, but her belly tingled with expectation and Janet knew she would go through with his idea.
It seemed forever before Bridget fell off to the side, exhausted from cunt eating. Her breasts rose and fell like solid balls of fruit.
Quickly Janet shed her clothes. It took only a second to unzip and step out of her pants and blouse, and before Bridget could move Janet was between the exhausted girl's legs and lapping her cunt.
"Ooooooo!" Bridget moaned. The tongue felt wonderfully good against her crotch. It rekindled the spark inside her loins and brought new life to her pussy. She was ecstatic. As Janet slurped away, the tulip-shaped cunt lips opened under the attacking tongue and her pink slit gleamed in the air.
Janet squatted over the supine body. She had never eaten pussy before. The taste was not bad. She knew, as only a woman can know, how exquisite the joy was when a wet tongue pressed into her twat. It was too much. She purposely dawdled in the drooling slit, knowing how close Bridget was to coming. Carefully Janet worked her fuck box. Back and forth went her tongue. Bridget groaned on the floor. She squirmed her body like a worm under the tongue stabbing. She was spastic with joy! Her orgasm, was coming closer and closer and closer until.
Janet pulled away, not a moment too soon. One more lick and Bridget would have come. As it was, the blonde-haired nympho was right on the edge. Her orgasm was a cork bobbing on turbulent waters. She screamed for satisfaction. Every cell in her demanded satisfaction.
"Ohhhhhh… God! Oh, please, do something!" Bridget groaned. She rolled her hips. Her velvet patch glistened with pussy juice. Bridget had to come. She would do anything to set the spark off.
And Janet knew it. And so did Biff who watched, barely in command of his senses. He was insatiably hot. His cock was stuck out to here, which he thought was impossible after all the sucking and licking and fucking. But it was. And things were going to get better.
Because his daughter squatted down above Bridget's face and said sternly: "Fuck me first. Fuck my asshole with your finger!"
Bridget scrunched her eyes closed and reached between Janet's thighs, touching the pink hole of her ass with an index finger. Her shitter was moist! It surprised her so that her chest nearly collapsed.
It was so Goddamn amazing that Bridget didn't know what to do.
"Ream me!" Janet said heavily. The finger pinched, sliding up her butt, but it felt good inside her channel. Very goooood! She spread her legs wider and wider, her cunt slipping close to Bridget's mouth.
Janet was also very close to Bridget's cunt. It took great strength to hold herself in the air, especially since Bridget was reaming her asshole clean with her finger.
Janet gasped for breath. The girl's cunt glistened like a jewel. Closer and still closer her mouth sank to the girl's cunt. Her tongue was only inches from Bridget.
It was frantic time. Janet couldn't hold her own orgasm; it welled like hot lead in her breech. Quickly, she dropped between the girl's hips and jammed her tongue in one more time.
"Aaaaaiiiieee!!" Bridget gasped.
Over the edge she went, spilling into one spasmodic orgasm after another. Janet was so happy that her anus tightened around Bridget's finger.
She had only a second, maybe less. She could not hold back.
Biff was screaming from the sidelines. And a crowd had formed to cheer on the two girls.
"Come!" Bridget shouted. "Come… oh yes, come!"
"I will!" Janet responded. Suddenly her asshole hurt unbearably. "I can and I will!"
She hunched her swelled cunt closer to Bridget's face and suddenly exploded.
Janet started to pee all over Bridget's face.
"Yaaaaaaa!" Bridget screamed in surprise. The pee splattered on her lips. Her whole body shook with jolts of tension. She was shocked beyond belief as the boiling pee splashed from the crotch above her.
"Open your mouth," ordered Janet.
Her bladder drained onto Bridget's face. Janet's asshole was burning hot – almost as hot as the stream of urine that washed down Bridget's body.
Biff was laughing so hard he nearly peed in his own trousers. Oh, his daughter was a real go getter. He had never seen such raw sex! Fingers in assholes, tongue jammed in cunts, and now pee washing over all of it! Oh, man, his daughter was a fucking jewel! He would never let her marry anyone. They would be together for a long, long time.
To Janet it was super exciting. The feel of the finger in her butt while urine flowed from her urethra was unbelievable. The strain of squatting down over Bridget's face disappeared. She felt so full and happy. Her bladder drained like a broken faucet. Bridget's cunt continued to spasm with one orgasm after another.
It was wild sex. Oh, it was the best sex a little girl could ever want.
It was right-on righteous!