Chapter 11
Sam and Jessica had planned this evening well, and Sam had done his initial part most admirably. Holding his ejaculation by a tight rein, he had fucked Claire steadily for over an hour.
Claire had been ripped by orgasm after orgasm, each one more powerful than the last, until finally she had been pleading for mercy, begging him to finish. Heedless to her pleas, the potent man had continued to fuck at her molten cunt until she was half-unconscious and dazed by the rapid succession of quick-fire climaxes. Then, finally, he had let his smoking wad explode inside her. His ejaculation was tremendous, all the more powerful for having been held in check for so long, and it seemed to Claire that a thunder storm was raging in her cunt. Lightning seemed to flash from his cockhead and his balls clapped together like thunder. At the same instant she was hammered by her final roaring climax, and Claire had fallen into exhausted slumber even before Sam withdrew his cock from her spent pussy.
As soon as he was sure she was asleep, Sam left the room and went to his daughter's room where he was overjoyed to discover that his wife, too, had succeeded in the first phase of their plan.
Grinning, Sam joined the three women on the bed.
"We've been eating cunt, Daddy," Brenda informed him, just as if she'd been happily reporting that she got an A in English class.
"God, I never knew how wonderful it is," Jessica said. "Brenda sucked me bone-dry. We both ate Suzy and then we ate each other and, oh! It's simply wonderful."
"Now we're ready for cock," Susan said, too hot to worry about being too forward.
Sam chuckled.
"Well, I've just shot off in your mother's cunt," he said. "Almost blew my brains out. I'm afraid I'll have to recover for a little while. And I certainly won't be able to fuck all three of you."
Susan wailed in disappointment.
"I need cock!" she cried.
"Shall I suck you a little?" Jessica volunteered. "No, I've been sucked enough. I want to get fucked!"
Sam and Jessica exchanged a conspiratorial glance.
"I have an idea," Jessica said. Susan looked hopefully at her. "Your father is all alone... "
"Oh, I couldn't!" Susan wailed. "Don't you want to fuck your father?"
"Yes! But he won't!"
"Ah, but the room is dark, and he's almost asleep. If someone were to crawl in bed with him, he'd think that it was me."
Susan gasped at the thought. "He might... find out."
Jessica shrugged. "Well, it's the only hard cock available," she said. "It's a beauty, too."
"You really don't think he'd guess who it was?"
"Of course not. In the dark it will just be another hot cunt pulling at his prick."
Susan began trembling at the thought.
Sam shifted uncomfortably, trying to conceal the fact that his prick had begun to harden.
But he needn't have bothered.
Susan was no longer looking at Sam. Her eyes were glazed, and her thoughts were on her father. The other three were staring at her, waiting hopefully.
Then Susan grinned.
Without a word she got up from the bed and moved naked to the door. Then she turned back and winked at them before she went out and padded silently down the hallway.
"I hope you're not really too tired?" Jessica said to her husband after Susan left.
Grinning, he let his knee move to the side and his stout prick bounced upward, slapping against his belly. It wasn't quite hard yet, but it was already fat and the tip had begun to spread outward into a meaty wedge.
He said, "Oh, I'll recover soon enough. Of course, it might help if you two inspired me."
"How would we do that, Daddy?"
"Well, I did miss all the earlier fun, and I've never watched my wife and my daughter eat each other... "
"You're a dirty old man," Jessica said. "Surely you don't think we'd do that in front of you?"
"Yep," he said. "That's what I thought."
And, of course, he was right.
And it did work, too, for as he watched his wife and his daughter gobble pussy, his cock got as hard as a bar of tempered steel and, all in all, it was a very enjoyable night.
Susan opened the door and slipped quickly through, closing it softly behind her. Then she paused, holding her breath, terrified that her father had caught a glimpse of her as she entered. But his breathing was deep and regular and he didn't speak. Encouraged, the wanton girl moved across the room and crawled into bed beside him. Jack stirred.
"Jessica?" he murmured.
His hand moved out and patted Susan's hip. Finding hot flesh once more beside him, he sighed happily and rolled over to face her.
His cock was hard. It pressed like a lever across her pelvis. Susan felt so wicked that she found it difficult not to giggle. Reaching down, her small hand gripped his shaft and pulled tenderly.
Jack moaned with the sensation. "Still hot, baby?" he asked.
"Ummm," she whispered, very softly, trying to sound like Jessica. "So am I," he said, with a sharp thrust.
Susan arched her back and brought her crotch up against his mighty prick. The knob snuggled into her slit and lodged there. She 'bit her hp. This was something on which she hadn't figured! Sam was built in a manner well-suited for entering tight places, his cock tapering all the way, but her father's cock was crowned by a huge, bloated wedge of meat and could not penetrate so easily.
Susan felt sure he could get in, but it would take an effort, for her recently virginal pussy was tight, and she was afraid that her father would know that the snug channel didn't belong to Jessica.
She lay in panicked silence, waiting for her father to realize the duplicity.
He pushed.
His broad cockhead surged up her hole, fitting so snugly that her cunttips were sucked in after it.
"Ah!" he whispered. "Ah, Jessica... I'll never know how a gal that's been as well-fucked as you can use her cunt muscles so well... can make it so tight... "
Susan sighed with relief.
The danger was over, and the lust-crazed girl began squirming against him, working his mighty prick up into the greedy snatch. Her lithe belly rubbed against his, their pubic hair rasped together like sandpaper, and inch by precious inch his great prick wormed up her clutching, clinging cunt.
The sensation, she realized, was not at all the same as it had been when Sam fucked her. Sam's tapered cock had spread her cuntlips wide, whereas her father's heavy-headed prick brought the greatest friction into the very depths of her cunt. His knob stirred in her like a great glob of molten steel.
Gradually, her pussy accommodated itself to his configuration. The soft, moist walls closed around him, outlining the contours of his cock, gripping him in pliable bands and rippling up and down the length of his shaft. Steadily he pushed in until he was sheathed to the hilt, and then he held that full penetration while her hot cunt worked on its full load. Her pussy gripped his cock like a masturbating hand and her hole sucked on his knob like some wondrous, internal maw. Her tight pussy was gorged with fat cock, absolutely glutted with hot meat.
They moved together, lying on their sides. They screwed slowly at first and then, growing more urgent, Jack turned her onto her back and mounted her. He began plowing up her tight channel with hard, corkscrewing thrusts.
Susan went wild.
Nothing in her experiences of the last two days could equal the thrill of father-fucking, she discovered, and she began running out of control, raging beneath him like a wildcat, clawing at his back and crushing him between her slender thighs.
She wanted to cry out, to shout, "Daddy! It's me, Daddy! Fuck my ass off! Fill my cunt with cum, Daddy!"
She bit her lip, desperately struggling to maintain her secret identity.
Then she did cry out aloud, as her orgasm set her loins ablaze, but it was a strangled, universal cry which could not be identified, and Jack, as he shot his hot, thick slime up her cunt, still thought he was screwing Jessica.
Susan clung to him, feeling her whole pussy flood with his cream. Then he sank down over her and they lay together, enjoying the blissful moments that followed release.
"Jessica, you get better all the time," Jack murmured. "You've always been a great fuck, but this was the best you've ever been... "
Susan was overjoyed and very proud.
Presently Jack rolled over onto his back. He was resting, but he had no intention of sleeping. He wanted to take full advantage of the marvels of this body.
Susan snuggled against him, resting her face against his shoulder and, just to make sure he didn't drift into slumber, she wrapped her hand around his softened cock and jiggled it gently, keeping it from shrinking further.
She was waiting for it to harden again.
This time, she thought, with a flush of depravity, I'll suck it for Daddy...
That thought was so appealing that she started to slide down the bed, intending to take the soft cock into her mouth and gently pull on it while it expanded there between her lips. She knew it would be thrilling to feel it change from a shrunken bud to a thundering rod inside her loving mouth.
Hovering over his loins, she opened her mouth wide, and was just about to gobble him up when she heard a sound. She stiffened.
The door opened.
Susan gasped, for there, framed for an instant in the lighted hallway, was her mother!
Then the door closed. Claire hadn't looked toward the bed and Jack's eyes had been closed and Susan was still undiscovered. But panic seized her. Her mother came across the room and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Don't let me interrupt anything," Claire said.
"Don't worry," said Jack.
Susan, naturally, said nothing.
But she was thinking plenty.
How am I ever going to get out of this? is what the poor child was thinking...