Burke Chidsey looked at his watch again. It was after one. The showing had ended at ten-thirty. Even allowing for something to eat or drink afterwards with a friend she hadn't expected to meet there, she was still too late. Besides, she would have called and told him. Ellen was that way.
Something was wrong.
He could feel it in the pit of his gut.
He took a sip of the drink he'd just made, made a face, and threw it out. He glanced at his watch again. It didn't tell him a damn thing.
He smacked his fist into his palm. He caught sight of the motion in the dark kitchen window, his reflection dim on the glass. He looked at the vague image of himself and saw the brown hair, the broad shoulders and good build, the fuzzy outlines of his features. He knew them to be slightly craggy, but they were bland in the bad mirroring by the window.
He didn't feel bland. Not a damn bit. He kept picturing the big car twisted around a tree, all shattered glass and torn, crumpled metal.
He kept picturing her pretty face, marred with blood, ashen gray under the streaks, her lips bluish, her auburn hair strewn about, her eyes staring and popped and seeing nothing. Or would they be closed?
He wrenched his mind away from the image and moved purposely through the big house toward his study. He stood by his desk and put his hand on the phone. He hesitated. He looked at the creeping hands of his watch again. He took his hand from the phone.
He turned and clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the portraits of his parents on the wall. They were turned toward each other. They were smiling.
They hadn't been smiling the last time he'd seen them. Nor had his wife or his little girl, who had driven over to Marion to pick up his parents.
They'd been screaming in silent terror, their voices stopped by the sturdy, impenetrable oak the sleepy drunk had made them run into when his car had wandered in their path.
Burke squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking about them. He should assume Ellen was all right. But when it had happened once in your life and had wiped out your whole family at the same time, it was difficult not to imagine the worst had happened again.
He sighed heavily. He was bone tired and was beginning to feel it. He'd worked late by himself at the store, trying to finish the inventory. He'd even let Wanda go at five, confident that if he put himself to it, he could finish early enough to be back when Ellen returned.
The image of his salesgirl floated in his mind. Girl, hell! She was all woman – lush and curving and one of the most sensual he'd ever met.
Her hair was raven and glossy. She wore it long. Her cheekbones were high, her mouth wide and full. Her eyes were shockingly violet. Her tits were high and wide-spaced, appearing larger than they were by the way she carried herself.
She could have looked sluttishly cheap any time she dressed for it. Her waist was slim, her ass tightly packed and in constant motion.
Only she never looked cheap. She looked like a million. She lent a magnificently elegant air to his store when she held a necklace to her throat or latched a bracelet around her wrist for a customer.
She'd come to him a year ago for the job, and she'd been an outstanding plus. For sales and image, anyway. There was only one drawback to her.
She wanted him to fuck her so badly her pussy sloshed when she walked.
Just thinking about her now, Burke could feel his prick grow warm and start to fill. He thought of the sleek line of her thigh and hip and the way her ass was so round and tight inside her skirt when she stooped to open one of the display doors, and he swore at himself under his breath.
What a hell of a thing! He was worried sick about his wife just now and getting a hard-on thinking about Wanda.
But it was getting that way. Things were reaching the crisis point. He was going to have to fire her or fuck her – he couldn't take the torment much longer.
He knew he wouldn't feel so tempted if Ellen were different. Seven years, now, and he'd gotten nowhere with her. He hadn't reached her.
He wasn't able to put the problem into words. If he could do that, maybe he could solve it. There was just a subtle, indefinable aloofness about her that he couldn't conquer, and it was beginning to bother him more than he wanted to admit.
Take tonight, for example. Other men might be loading up the shotgun to go find the hot rod who was fucking his wife and keeping her out late.
Burke wasn't. The thought hadn't even entered his mind. He trusted Ellen totally. He knew she wasn't out screwing. He knew it not because she didn't fuck, not because she was a man-hater or anything like that.
He'd never had any trouble getting her to fuck. He got all he wanted, any time he wanted. But that was the root of his problem.
She would come into his arms. She would let him feel her sweet tits and run his hands all over her body. She would open her legs and offer her pussy to him and let him fuck it all he wanted. She would lift her hips and switch them around and squeeze around his cock with her silky pussy muscles and draw the sperm right up his thundering prick any time he wanted.
But there was something missing. She never seemed to… enter into their fucking. She never got gaspingly, dizzily hot. He wasn't even certain, really, whether she ever came.
She wasn't even the water that slaked his thirst. She was more remote than that. She was the glass that held the water that slaked his thirst.
Lori, his first wife, hadn't been that way. She'd fucked with gusto. Wanda would fuck with mind-blowing passion, and that was why he was getting tempted. Fucking Ellen was like masturbating in her pussy. He was alone!
Burke's prick throbbed again when he thought of Wanda. He was about to swear at himself one more time when it dawned on him that she just might know where Ellen was. He thought he remembered her saying that she might go to the showing, too.
He reached for the phone and picked it up this time, dialing. Her voice was thick and sleepy, more sultry over the wire than in person. He imagined her in bed, between satin sheets, her raven hair flowing over the pillow, her tits thrusting and the nipples showing as bumps under the satin. He let his prick throb the way it wanted to.
"H'lo?" she slurred breathily.
"Wanda, it's Burke. I'm sorry to wake you up, but Ellen isn't home yet. Did you go to that showing? Did you see her there?"
There was a sultry, sexy little laugh that went right through him. "Mmm, is this finally an invitation, honey?"
"Cut it out, Wanda," he choked, cupping his crotch, feeling how hard his prick was. "I'm worded about her. Tell me."
"I went and I saw her there," she said. Her voice came awake a little more. "She isn't home? That's funny. I walked to the car with her and watched her get in and drive away."
"You're sure?"
"She was very polite with me. Too polite, sweetie! I think she suspects I have designs on her husband. You know you were a coward not to let me work with you tonight and… take inventory. There are two big, hard jewels I've just been dying to fondle and kiss and suck. They have a big handle attached to them, and I know just what I -."
"Wanda, cut it out," he choked huskily, feeling his prick throb with unbelievable fierceness. He was visualizing the way her wide mouth and soft lips were forming the words into the mouthpiece, the way her satin sheet dipped and molded between her moving thighs.
She was still laughing at him, taunting him. "You could say you were out all night looking for her, darling. You could even tell yourself that it was her fault that you unintentionally ended up here at my apartment. My bed is so big and lonely, Burke, my pussy so quivery and wet. Mmmmm, I'm getting goose-bumps, darling. Ohhhhh, God, I've got to touch it and play with… ahhhh!" she gasped.
"Wanda…" He began to sweat. His hand shook. He couldn't take the receiver from his ear as he listened to the soft rustling sounds, breathy gasps, low moans.
"Ohhhh, that feels so good, Burke!" she cried softly. "Mmmmmm, I wish I had your big hard cock in my wet pussy right now, instead of just my finger! A finger just isn't – ahhhhh, hurry, darling. Hurry over, before I come! Ohhhh, I don't want to waste it this way! Burke, come over quickly and fuck me! I'm so hot I can't… ahhhhh, listen, darling! Just listen to it! How wet!"
He held his breath. Blood pounded through him. He pressed the receiver to his ear tightly. Then he heard it. The sound was unmistakable.
It was a syrupy sound, slick and juicy. He knew she was holding the mouthpiece at her pussy. He imagined her silky, trim thighs parted widely, her raven bush circling and moving up and down.
He closed his eyes and could nearly smell the heavy, fragrant, dizzying aroma wafting from her wet cunt. He could picture the silky pussy lips parted, the quivering vaginal hole, muscles clenching and shaking, making the sucking sounds he heard.
He could see her finger fucking in and out of her pussy, the tip circling around in the slippery meat, sweeping up her puffy gap to tease her clit.
Then the silky sounds grew muffled. He heard a far-off moan, a little squeal. The sucking noises grew instantly distinct and loud, and his cock jerked so hard he nearly shot his load into his pants.
His heart hammered into his throat. She had to be! She was fucking her wet, eager pussy with the mouthpiece!
There was a snapping sound, as if spasming muscles, the scratch of pubic hair. A passionate groan – his name.
"Burke! God, I'm coming! Ohhhhh, thrust your tongue through this phone and lick my clit, darling! Ahhhhhhgh!"
He stood there. He sweated. His hand squeezed his prick again and again. He was ready to jerk off and spurt a huge load all over his carpet. He heard nothing for a long moment except a soft, rhythmic rasp, as if the mouth-piece were brushing her raven pubes with each breath she took.
Just when he couldn't take it any more, there was a brushing sound and the soft, husky, sultry hum of her voice.
"Ohhh, thank you, darling. Thank you for calling me and waking me up and giving me such a wonderful call. Mmmm, I needed that. God, it was good. It was so good I want more, darling, more! Ohhh, come over and give me a real one, Burke. Now my pussy's really wet and it's still waiting. Hot and wet and waiting, darling! Come fuck me, Burke! Hurry!"
There was another moan, as if she were attacking her drenched pussy with nimble, sliding fingers again. Then the line went dead. He stood there holding the instrument, listening to the cold, mechanical buzz.
It was like a bucket of ice water after the steamiest bath of his life. He slammed the piece into the cradle. His mouth was dry. His fingers trembled. He wiped sweat from his forehead. He looked down and saw that his prick was throbbing and thrusting from his fly, a drop of oil leaking from the tip and stringing toward the floor.
He couldn't believe what he'd just been through, how intensely she'd affected him. God, if only Ellen were more like that Ellen.
He bent his stiff prick enough to stuff it back into his pants. He felt worse off than before. He had sexual jitters on top of the worry. And he had the knowledge that she'd gotten into the car to leave and come home.
Without hesitation this time, he called the police. There accident involving her and no report of one being investigated along her probable route.
He hung up and felt somewhat better. But now he was too jittery to wait around in the house. Maybe Tish would…
Tish!
Yeah, that was it! That's where she was! She'd dropped by Hugh Parker's house to see how the girls were getting along!
He'd nearly forgotten that Tish was spending the night with her girl friend, Ann, while Hugh and Betty were out of town. Of course! That's where Ellen was! She had to be!
Grinning like a moron, he went quickly from the study toward the garage. He wouldn't call. He'd just go over there and surprise all of them.
He got into his car and drove through the quiet residential streets until he reached Parker's house. He pulled over and cut the lights, still grinning, and was just getting out of the car when it dawned on him that the car parked in the drive wasn't Ellen's.
He stared at it in the dim light from the street lamp down the block. He'd seen it before, he was sure. It took him a long moment to place it.
It was Jack Feeny's car – that curly-headed creep who'd been hanging around Tish lately. And wherever Jack went that asshole Harvey Miller followed, like a piece of shit stuck to the butt hairs of a mangy dog.
Burke tightened inside. He felt ready to explode.
He thought he'd run those punks off months ago. First Ellen, then Wanda, and now two yo-yos hanging around Tish and Ann, taking advantage of the fact that Hugh and Betty weren't home, parking outside the house at nearly two in the morning. It hit him in the head like a brick, and he paused in his furious lunge from the car.
There was a dim light on in the house, coming from where he knew the living room was. It was the only light on the block, save for the street lamps. The curtains were drawn over the window, but that didn't stop him from seeing a shadowy figure pass in front of them and linger for just a moment.
He wasn't sure what he was looking at. There seemed to be two people casting their shadows upon the drapes. They seemed to be making the figure K. That's what it looked like, a big shadowy K on the drapes.
His mind spun. He tried to think how two people could make a K. There was only one way he could think of, and it made his pulse hammer.
He slipped from the car, glanced furtively up and down the deserted street, than dashed across it into Parker's yard. He hurried up to the bushes at the side of the house feeling incredibly criminal.
He hadn't peeped through a window since he was a kid, and even that time, he'd been with three other guys, all giggling and feeling high-spirited and daring.
But he had to know. If he went up to the door and rang the bell, he'd never know for sure. He wanted to know because of Ellen. He'd tried to believe for a while that her aloofness was something genetic – a low sex drive, or something.
Tish was nearly a carbon copy of Ellen physically. The same firm, wide-spaced, conical tits; the same slim waist; the same sweet hips and firmly packed ass and the same features and auburn hair.
But now that Tish had grown from the gangly eight-year-old girl she'd been when he'd married Ellen into the budding, now fully ripe fifteen-year-old beauty she was this year, a difference had developed between mother and daughter that he couldn't help but notice.
It was in the expression, in the mannerisms. Tish strutted. She thrust her tits ahead of her and challenged the world with them. She switched her tight ass when she walked. There was a gleam in her eye and a way of moving her mouth and pursing her soft lips that betrayed an inner flame her mother didn't have.
He had to know if it was real or if he'd just grown so horny he was eyeing up his stepdaughter now as well as his salesgirl.
He moved stealthily along the side of the house and into the covering bushes to the window there. His heart raced when he saw that the drapes didn't close over it completely.
He lifted his head and looked into the gap where they met and saw exactly how two people made a K.
It happened when his stepdaughter was bent at the waist, her naked, spread ass thrust behind her and gobbling up the stiff cock of the guy standing behind her pumping his hips against her firm butt.
And Tish was doing just that. Her head was tipped. Her auburn hair glimmered over her shoulders. Her pointed, young tits jutted from her chest, the nipples stiff and enlarged and pink.
Her mouth was open. Now that he was right up to the window, he could hear her passionate moans.
"Ahhhhh, Jack! Fuck me harder! Shove that hot prick deeper into my ass, baby! Ahhhhhh, God! Shoot it up my butt! Give me that sweet, syrupy enema, you big fucker!"
Burke recoiled. His cock pounded to full erection again, taking up where Wanda had left off with it, despite the fact that he was watching his stepdaughter.
Jack was fucking her ass! His cock was sliding in and out of her tight, clinging asshole, and she was loving it!
Not like Ellen. No way, like Ellen! Ellen would never let him slide his prick between her tight cheeks and into her asshole.
He'd never tried, never asked. He didn't have to. He just knew from the way she acted about regular pussy fucking that she'd never go for a thing like that.
It was the same with sucking, too. Lori used to nibble at his prick once in a while as he ate her pussy out and made her come, but Ellen would never suck her soft, full lips down around his shaft either. In fact, he'd been too chicken to try to eat her pussy, even.
That was what was driving him to the point of crisis with Wanda. Ellen would let him fuck her pussy all he wanted, but that was all. And even that was damn nearly a solo exercise.
Well, he knew now. Whatever Ellen's problem was, she sure as hell hadn't passed it on to Tish.
Burke's eyes widened. He saw Jack's hands come around to Tish's front. One of them captured her dangling, jiggling tits and massaged them. The other went to her pussy, and he could just see the middle finger slide up and down her parted, gleaming gap before sinking upward into her sweet young cunt.
"Ahhhh, you big fucker, you're driving me wild!" Tish cried, shaking all over.
She pumped her hips, making her tight, rubbery asshole slide along his stiff shaft. Her ass-cheeks clenched and released with each pump. At the same time, her watering pussy gobbled and sucked at his imbedded finger, and her tits filled his hand.
"God, what a tight asshole, baby!" Jack gasped, his balls swinging tightly under his crotch. "Man, I'm gonna pump a load up your butt! Oh, shit, am I gonna fill your ass! Man, Harvey, man! Ya gotta fuck Annie's ass! Get your cock out of her pussy and shove it up her sweet ass, you jerk!"
Burke's eyes bulged. He couldn't stop watching. His hand went to his fly and let his rampant prick spring loose. He squeezed the heated shaft tightly and then forced himself to tear his eyes from his stepdaughter's blazing body.
That was when he saw Ann and shit-head Harvey. He was fucking her like a rabbit. She was on the couch, stark naked, her head and back making a triangle with the seat and back of the couch.
Her buttocks rested right on the edge of the seat. Her thighs were spread wide. She was a cute little redhead with a thin patch of rusty fur over her mound.
Her tits were small and tight, two sharp bullets jutting from her chest. Her pug nose was wrinkled with the face of blissful agony she was making. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were pursed as she moaned and rocked her pussy up and down, using the edge of the couch as a swivel point.
Her lightly fuzzed twat was spread wide open around Harvey's thrusting prick. Her lips sucked and pulled at the shaft of meat, and they leaked sweet young pussy juice and smeared it all over her inner thighs and along his stiff cock.
Harvey was kneeling on the floor between her spread thighs. His hands were on her hips. His head was ripped back. He brought it upright and gazed down on her shaking tits and humping pussy, watching his dick pump in and out of her eager hole.
His buttocks were a blur of motion. He fucked her with incredible speed, putting as much feeling into it as the piston in a diesel engine.
Burke watched and had trouble believing the girl was really moaning with bliss. But if she were really groaning over a case of friction burn in her pussy, he couldn't tell it by the way her cunt rocked up and down and her juice flowed.
While he watched, she reached to her chest and cupped her small tits and played with them, seeming to derive great stimulation from that. Her hips twisted and shook, and, incredibly, Harvey fucked her even faster.
"Her ass, you shit-head! Fuck her ass!" Jack groaned, plowing his rigid cock all the way into Tish's butt again.
"Ohhhhh, Annie, do it! Do it!" Tish groaned. "God, am I going to come! Ohhhh, I wish Al were here right now! I wish I could be sucking his cock right now!"
Harvey turned his head, still pumping without missing a stroke. "Shit on Al," he said. "You can suck mine, Tish. Hey, God, you should see your face. Man, do you look hot! Hey, baby, suck my prick!"
He started to get up. Ann squeaked and grabbed him with her thighs and arms and held him where he was, her eyes suddenly wide.
"Don't leave me now, Harvey!" she cried. "Ohhhh, I'm going to come! Fuck me harder! Qhhhh, do something and make me come!"
Harvey licked his lips. He tried to fuck her harder. It was like a contest with himself to see how fast he could shake his hips and stroke his dick in and out of her hole, like seeing how many push-ups he could do.
Ann strained her small body. Her pussy lifted high, opening and closing around his pistoning prick, the tissues absorbing the punishing speed of his ramrod.
She licked her lips. She chewed on them with sharp, even teeth. Her head twisted and turned, her small body wrenching this way and that.
Suddenly, her eyes opened wide, and her fingers clutched at Harvey's hips. Her knees lifted and made her cunt open for him even more. Her round buttocks went taut on the edge of the couch.
"I'm coming!" she cried. "Tish, watch me come! God, am I going to come! Now! Uhhhhnnnn!" she cried, the cry wavering and jittering as it was pistoned from her lungs.
"Yeah! Ohhhh, God, baby! Me, too!" Harvey gasped.
He scooped his hands under her ass-cheeks and lifted, ramming his prick into her quaking body, nearly throwing her hip joints out.
Burke watched the girl come, gasping and shaking. He wanted to jump through the window and yank Harvey off her. He wanted to stroke his own hot prick into her sweet, young pussy and show her what a good fuck was like.
They grappled with each other so hard it seemed they were wrestling. Then Harvey blew breath at her and collapsed on her, bending her nearly double, seeming totally unaware that she was still coming and that he was practically choking off her orgasm.
His sperm spurted backwards from her little pussy and dribbled toward the floor, soaking the edge of the cushion on the way. Then he pulled his prick out abruptly and rolled onto his back on the floor, moaning and puffing, watching Tish and Jack ass-fuck.
Ann clamped her hand over her wet pussy and shook it up and down, her legs shooting into the air as she masturbated the last of her orgasm from her abused, neglected twat.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned when she was finished. "That was so good, Harvey!"
Burke was nearly beside himself. Good!
He felt instantly sorry for the girl. She'd been used and abused and didn't know the difference.
That had to be one of the lousiest fucks on record. She slouched there with a dreamy expression on her face and her cunt lips parted and the sperm draining from her tender, pink hole, blissful in her youthful, inexperienced ignorance.
Burke shifted his attention back to his stepdaughter. He watched her with Jack from a new point of view, wondering if Tish were any more discriminating than Ann.
Was she fucking because she was hot, because it felt good, because she wanted it? Or was she fucking just for the novelty of it, just to be fucking.
Her hips shook wildly. Her tits jiggled as they dangled from her chest. Her pussy mouth sucked at the finger imbedded in it. Her ass swiveled around the thrusting prick, and she ran her tongue over her lips again and again, making them puffy and wet.
"Ahhhhhh, I'm going to come!" she gasped. "Fuck me harder, you bastard! Shove it up my asshole and squirt me full!"
"I am, baby, I am!" Jack gasped, ramming against her butt, flattening the round, firm globes with each lunge forward.
His balls swung under her crotch, tapping the bloated lips of her wet, spread pussy. She began to grunt with each lunge. The expression on her face changed, her brow wrinkling slightly.
"N-not so hard, Jack," she gasped.
"Ahhhhh, Christ, I'm gonna blast your butt full, baby!" he cried.
"Not so hard! It's getting dry up there! It's starting to burn!"
"I'll make it good and wet in just a second, baby," he groaned, still slamming into her ass. "Wet and slick! God, your asshole's squeezing the shit out of my dick! Ahhhhh! NOW!"
He wrapped his hands around her hips and wrenched her middle backwards, screwing her burning, clinging asshole ring down around his prick.
He arched his spine and gritted his teeth and let his reaming prick explode.
"Yaaaaagh!" he bellowed, shuddering hard, pumping his sperm into her tight, tender asshole, satisfying himself fully.
"God!" Tish cried, her head shooting forward from her slim neck, the cords in it standing out. "Ahhhhh, God! You're killing my ass!" she yelled.
Jack held her tightly until he was finished emptying his balls into her. Then Tish slid forward gingerly, easing her pulsing anal ring from around his suddenly slippery shaft.
She wobbled stiffly toward the center of the room and then eased herself to the floor by her hands and feet, going onto her back without letting her butt touch the floor until the last.
She lay there with her knees apart. She groaned and put her hands between her thighs. Her fingertip cautiously felt around the red, puckered mouth of her sore asshole.
Burke was ready to tear Jack's head off. It was bad enough for the bastard to be sneaking around Tish and fucking her after Burke had run him off once.
It was inexcusable for him and his shit-headed buddy to be such lousy fuckers with young girls who didn't know any better.
His anger suddenly gave way to another emotion. Tish was on the floor in such a way that he found himself staring right into her open pussy and wet, red asshole.
He couldn't help making the comparison. Tish was like Ellen there, too – the same auburn pubes, the same tiny twat with the full lips that didn't quite cover the soft, fleshy, pink hole.
He licked his lips. His prick throbbed. He squeezed the obscene shaft tightly and sucked in his breath. He shook his head, as if to eliminate the thoughts that had sprung into his mind.
None of it helped. He stared at his stepdaughter's open, quivering pussy and yearned to fuck her.
He tried to convince himself that it was so that she would know what a good screw was like and wouldn't want to put up with the likes of Jack Feeny any more.
There was another thought, a fleeting scenario in which Ellen was dead after all, and Tish, being so much like her, looking like a young, spirited copy of Ellen…
His hand swept up and down his prick. His thoughts were getting out of hand. He was her father. Not her biological one, maybe, but the only one she'd ever known. He couldn't…
Jack moved to where she was and stood over her. "You didn't come, baby," he grinned, fisting his slippery prick.
"How could I come when that damn cock was splitting my ass in two!" she said angrily, lifting her head to look at him, her firm, conical tits jiggling.
"Hey, I'm sorry, Tish, but – man, I couldn't have stopped fucking that tight asshole for anything! That was the wildest fuck I ever had, baby, and you gave it to me. Man, it was so terrific, I need another one, and I see just what hot, slippery little hole I'm gonna fuck next!"
He grinned broadly and went down, quickly putting his hands on her upraised knees and spreading them wide apart. He looked down at her open pussy and licked his lips.
Burke could see right between his braced knees, the crack of his ass, the dangling balls that hovered over her wet crotch. Emotion swept through him. He didn't want to let that jerk fuck her!
"Don't you dare, Jack Feeny!" Tish cried, trying to wrestle him off her.
He laughed, entwining his fingers with hers and making their arms move all around as he kept her on her back.
"Hey, Harvey, now's your chance, asshole! Come help hold her down, and I'll bet she gives you a big wet reward! She won't be able to keep from sucking that crummy cock of yours all the way into her sweet mouth when she feels Big Jack's hot cock slipping in and out of her pussy!"
"None of your tricks, you bastard," Tish cried warningly. "Not in my ass again."
"Naw," Jack said, leering at her jiggling tits. "Right up that hot little twat of yours, baby. You know that's where you want it."
Harvey had moved quickly. He hovered about her, his prick rising swiftly and jutting out over her face. He put his hands on her shoulders and held them to the floor, licking his lips over the jiggling tits and heaving tummy and spread, ripe pussy with the big prick aimed toward it.
Ann sat and watched just as leeringly. One hand was running back and forth aver her little tits and springy nipples, and the other one was playing with her quivering pussy.
"Ohhhhh, God!" Tish groaned suddenly.
She lay back, not fighting any more. She looked at the prick thrusting toward her hot pussy and then at the one spiring over her face, her eyes running along the underside of the shaft and seeing the veins and bumps, the gleaming juice still there from Ann's honeyed cunt.
She groaned again and reached up with slim fingers and cupped the dangling balls gently, giving them a squeeze. Harvey's cock jerked and throbbed.
"Ohhhhh, God, I'm hot!" she cried. "You left me so hot!" Her hips lifted from the floor and made a small circle. Her open pussy sucked inward and seemed instantly wetter as she searched for the tip of Jack's cock with it.
"That's my baby," Jack moaned huskily, lowering himself, letting his prick-head slide through her puffy twat lips, teasing her.
"Ohhhhh, Annie, come suck my tits!" Tish moaned, shivering and turning her head toward her friend.
She writhed and twisted. She was in obvious heat. She was nearly frantic with it. Her palm rolled under Harvey's balls, and her fingers curled wider his crotch to slither along his ass-crack and tickle his asshole. A drop of oil oozed from his pulsing glans and strung downward to her chin.
She held her free arm out to Ann when the girl slid quickly from the couch and went to her, lying on the floor. She looked at Harvey's hot prick and then at Jack's, and then she smiled sweetly at Tish, obviously hot herself from the way her tight little butt quivered and made her pussy rub against the rug.
"Oh, Tish, are you going to do it? Are you really going to do it?" Ann gasped softly, her eyes wide and gleaming.
"I'm so hot right now I'll do anything, Annie!" Tish gasped, shivering all over again.
She moaned and left her mouth wide open. Her fingers curled around Harvey's balls one more time and then grasped his root, aiming his prick downward.
She pursed her lips and slithered her tongue from between them, curling the tip around his fleshy glans and sucking his cock into her warm, hot mouth.
Her hips pumped upward, and she groaned when her pussy lips captured the pulsing cock-head and then got the whole throbbing shaft sliding between them and into her body.
"Ahhhhh, God, you're a hot little bitch," Jack moaned, sinking his prick into her pussy all the way.
"Jesus, Jack! She's sucking my cock!" Harvey gasped. "Christ, her tongue! It's slithering all around my prick-head! Ahhhhh, shit, shit, that's good!"
Tish moaned and twisted around. Her free hand slid up Ann's body to the back of her head and pulled inward, and Ann fairly dove onto the thrusting cone of her friend's firm tit.
Ann's head bobbed up and down. Her eyes rolled from Harvey's half-swallowed prick to Jack's glistening, pumping shaft, watching both of them fuck Tish, feeling the excitement and heat swell into the cone of her firm, hard-nippled tit. Then she spread her thighs and thrust her hand between them and masturbated vigorously and openly, not caring who saw.
Burke saw. He saw it all. He couldn't stop watching. He couldn't believe the intense heat and total abandon with which his stepdaughter was sucking on Harvey's prick, with which she made her sucking pussy slide up and down Jack's plunging cock.
The girl looked like Ellen. God, just like her! But Ellen had never acted like that. She'd never fucked with such wanton abandon. Burke couldn't even imagine her doing that. Not any of it!
His gaze shifted from Ann's jiggling, swirling fingers as they massaged her pussy lips and rolled her little clit. He stared right between Jack's pumping buttocks and saw the thick root of his cock plunge in and out of the sucking, slobbering pussy mouth.
He saw the quivering motions of her twat meat, the silky grasp and pull of her vaginal mouth on the hard shaft. He saw the way her pelvis tipped up to take the next plunge of prick into her body, and her asshole winked and pulsated at him, the wrinkled little mouth still leaking sperm.
He could just see around Jack's body to Tish's face. He saw the way her lips pursed roundly and softly and sucked along the hard shaft thrusting from Harvey's middle.
He imagined Ellen's lips doing that, and his fist whipped up and down his hard, throbbing shaft until his knees alternately buckled and locked. He felt his balls whipping back and forth inside the cloth of his pants.
He watched Tish's tit stretch upward into Ann's feverishly sucking mouth, and he knew just what Ann was tasting and feeling, the way her tongue was swirling about the rubbery nipple, because he'd done it to Ellen's nipple and tit many times himself.
But he knew that Ann's lips and tongue were feeling a throb and a swelling of heat that his never had. And he found himself envying Harvey – dumb, shit-head Harvey – for the way the wet, long tongue was slithering along the bottom of his shaft and the lips were sucking inward around the tip until it was blazing and fiery.
He even envied the way Jack's prick was so wetly drawn into the hot, silky vagina, squeezed there by quivering, excited muscles that gobbled because of feverish heat.
"Ahhhhh, Christ! I can't hold it! I'm gonna come! Right into her mouth! Yaaaaaagh!"
Harvey strained forward, sinking his prick as deeply as he could between Tish's drawing lips. He wasn't pumping like a piston this time. He couldn't do anything but arch slightly and let himself be overwhelmed by sensation.
Tish's tongue swirled right at the underside of his flaming prick-head, sucking the sperm through his bucking, blasting cock.
He hosed into her mouth. White fluid spurted from between Tish's lips and ran down the corners of her mouth and onto her neck. She moaned and tossed and made her pussy go wild around Jack's throbbing cock.
He yelled and plunged into her pussy all the way, his balls sinking into her deep ass-crack and being kissed by her pulsing, wet asshole.
"Ahhhhhhhgh, what a hot, slippery cunt! Here it comes, baby! Again! Right up your pussy!"
His buttocks clenched tightly. Burke saw his ass shudder. Then he heard his stepdaughter moan deep in her throat, the sound muffled by the plug of Harvey's boiling prick.
Her ass lifted from the floor and shivered. Her pussy meat sucked and spasmed around the imbedded cock, and sperm began dribbling from the pink orifice as he flooded her cunt.
Even Ann moaned and let her little ass shake wildly as her swirling fingers masturbated a hard orgasm from her hot pussy.
Burke couldn't stop himself. He hadn't intended to lose control of himself. But there was no stopping the stream of sperm that hosed from his prick and sprayed against the side of the house.