Chapter 8
Brenda stretched out beside Susan in the haystack, but didn't do anything immediately. They lay side by side. Brenda had one knee raised and Susan's back was slightly arched, thrusting her belly out.
It was evident from their expressions that both young girls were excited, but it wasn't a particularly sexual excitement, in the limited, physical sense. After all, they'd both had recent orgasms. But they were excited in their minds, emotionally and imaginatively, by the charm of depravity. They both felt deliciously lewd and wicked, and they both looked at their respective fathers, searching for signs of encouragement or, conversely, disapproval, either or both of which would only add to the excitement. The things they did were wicked enough; to do them in front of their own fathers was flagrantly sinful, and therefore all the more fun. Jack felt much the same.
His guts were twisted with emotion as he realized that his little girl was no longer an innocent child, but had changed abruptly into a sex-crazed wanton, capable of any degeneracy. But it was so stupendously stimulating that he couldn't really wish it otherwise. Later, perhaps, he might regret it, but at the moment his lust was much too powerful for his morality.
Even Sam, who'd seldom balked at anything of a sexual nature and suffered few inhibitions, was starting to squirm and sweat now.
Neither man could bring himself to tell the girls to proceed, but neither could they find any desire to stop them, and they watched silently, with strained faces and rigid bodies.
The girls did nothing for several long minutes, and finally Susan realized that someone had to make the first move. The hesitation, implying that they had doubts and reservations, was more embarrassing than getting it on would be.
Very casually, she reached over and cupped her hand on Brenda's bushy vulva.
Brenda giggled.
Susan's hand stirred.
Brenda stopped giggling and began to pant. Her eyes narrowed to slits and her lips parted; she tossed her head back against the tightly packed haystack, her flaming hair spreading wildly against the flaxen backdrop, framing her lust-contorted countenance.
Susan's hand moved gently, cupping Brenda's mound and drawing her fingers upward with a pulling, stroking motion.
After a moment Brenda began massaging her own breasts, rubbing the plump mounds and fingering the stiff nipples. Her pussy gaped open, a long, juicy slit unfolding through the ruddy bush, and Susan tilted her wrist and slowly pushed two fingers up Brenda's cunt. Her fingers made a sucking sound as they ran into the wet hole. Pearly lovejuice ran out and trickled down between the cheeks of Brenda's ass.
"Ooooh, do it," Brenda moaned.
Susan grinned and leaned forward, her face above Brenda's twitching belly. She glanced sideways at her father, batting her eyelashes, and her father leaned closer, fascinated. He leaned so far forward that his rampant cock almost brushed his chin.
"Shall I, Daddy?" the oversexed girl asked, wanting to involve him completely, so that he would share in whatever guilt they might later feel.
Jack made three attempts to speak. Each time the words seemed to be jammed in his throat. Finally he nodded, eyes glazed by passion and his mouth hanging slack.
Susan squealed happily and lowered her face to Brenda's crotch. She approached from the top, not burying her head between the girl's hot thighs but placing her mouth at the top of the crack, so that her father would be able to see exactly what she was doing. Her pink tongue slid out and ran down Brenda's creamy cunt, wiggling and curling like a serpent in a swamp. She tongued Brenda's pussy slowly, then switched up to lap at the stiff love-bud. . Brenda began thrashing about wildly. Her thighs flew wide apart, she clutched at Susan's head, her belly surged upward.
Susan spread her cuntlips open with her fingers, and sent her tongue flying up the slimy hole.
Shifting around, her bobbing ass describing a semicircle, she threw her leg over Brenda's face and straddled her. Brenda began mouthing Susan's twat voraciously, clinging to her ass and pulling her crotch down.
They started rolling around, grinding and heaving, first one and then the other on top as they sixty-nined with relish. Shards of hay broke from the stack and the wooden floorboards creaked. Their thighs and bellies glistened with cream.
They then stiffened, simultaneously, as their bodies surged to the peak. The two girls were perfectly attuned to one another. The thrill that passed through them both was the same thrill, sparking back and forth between the gap, flowing like an electric current through their wet cunts and saline tongues, magnifying in their loins so that each passing current was stronger, until they reached the voltage of the highest degree and were electrocuted by climax.
Their mutual climax finished, they continued to cling together, tonguing lazily at the overflowing juices.
Sam looked at Jack.
Jack nodded and both men crawled forward, on hands and knees, with the great weight of their cocks looming under their bellies.
Hearing them approach, the two girls broke apart and rolled onto their backs.
Susan smiled invitingly at Sam.
Brenda drew her knees up, fully exposing her well-tongued pussy.
"I want to fuck her," Sam hissed.
"Yes! Fuck Suzy!" Jack rasped.
"No!" Sam growled. "I want to fuck Brenda!"
Jack blinked and Susan gasped, and Brenda, that wanton little minx, clapped her hands together delightedly and gurgled with pleasure.
Sam crawled between his daughter's thighs.
He paused then, shaking his head as if to clear away a last feeble shred of reluctance at fucking his own daughter.
But Brenda reached down across her upthrust belly and wrapped her hand around her father's bloated cock and pulled the knob up against her hot cunt.
His ass tightened, twitching, and he held himself steady, but Brenda was not to be denied now. Hiking her ass up, she pushed down against him and, with one long, gliding movement forced his hot cock all the way up her snatch.
"Oh!" she gasped. Then: "Oh, Daddy!"
She clung to him with arms and legs, holding that full penetration for a long moment. Then she arched back into the hay, pushing her belly upward, and Sam began to fuck her furiously. His long, tapering cock pumped her savagely, from tip to root, with every wild, plunging thrust. The hot meat, streaked with foam, fucked faster and faster into Brenda's cunt.
They moved faster and faster, like well-oiled machines out of control.
Susan and her father sat side by side, watching in absolute fascination. Her pussy was melting like heated wax and his prick jutted straight up, taut as a harpstring.
Susan dropped her gaze and looked at her father's towering cock. The great, bulbous knob was bright-red, throbbing and pulsing, and dark veins writhed down the shaft.
"Shall we do it, too, Daddy?" she asked. He caught his breath. "I want to," she whispered. When he still didn't reply, the no-longer-innocent girl reached down and folded her little hand around his huge, jutting prick. He stiffened.
She pumped him once, up and down, lovingly. He groaned and reached between her legs, drew his stiff fingers up her cunt.
"Ooooh," she squealed. "Let's fuck!" Jack's face clouded and mottled, his flesh turning dark in places and red in others, as two desires warred in his mind.
Suddenly he sprang to his feet. "No!" he howled and, snatching up his clothing, he hurled himself down the ladder. Pausing to gather his shoes from the floor below, he rushed from the barn naked, garments clutched before him, as if fleeing from some terrible demon. . But flight was useless.
The demon was terrible, no doubt of that, but the demon dwelt within his mind and within his loins, and Jack knew, even as he fled, that there could be no escape from that lusting beast; that it lived in the caverns of his being, and would devour him in time.
"Ohhh!" Susan wailed, as her father rushed from the barn. Need-her own particular demon, need-rushed like a tidal wave through her body. She began clawing at her pussy, but it was no good; she was too excited to settle for autoeroticism.
Hearing her cry out in anguish, Sam slowed his strokes and looked at the frustrated girl. When he saw that Jack had abandoned her, he took pity on her plight. He motioned for her to join them.
Susan obeyed as if compelled, crawling forward, but this wasn't what she wanted now. She wanted to fuck her father, to experience the thrill that Brenda was experiencing. Still, joining them was better than nothing, and she did so willing.
She hovered beside them, not sure how to join in.
Sam withdrew his hot cock from his daughter for a moment and turned Brenda onto her side. Then he slipped the meat to her from the rear. Brenda, understanding why he'd changed positions, raised her thigh.
Susan, still hurt by her father's abandonment, stared down at Brenda's cunt as Sam's tool slid into it. Then she smiled through her tears, seeing the great benefit of this position. Bending down, she began to tongue Brenda's pussy and Sam's cock at the same time. Her hot tongue curled and flared. She lapped up Sam's prick, running her tongue all the way up from his bloated balls as he drew out, then tonguing Brenda's clit while he plunged in. She shoved her tongue in beside his prick, up the hot hole. She opened her lips wide, mouthing them both, sucking and tonguing and nibbling greedily. Fitting her lips to his shaft, she let him run through her mouth en route to Brenda's snatch.
Sam was moving slowly now, savoring this incredible dual sensation of wet mouth and wet cunt on every stroke.
Susan, panting wildly, grasped his cock and pulled the knob out of Brenda's gash, so that she could suck it for a few delicious moments, while Brenda moaned and writhed at her temporary vacancy.
After relishing the hot mouthful for a little while, Susan placed the knob back in Brenda's twat and folded her lips around the girl's swollen clit, sucking on the throbbing nugget as if it were a cockhead.
"I want to get fucked, too!" she wailed.
Sam was merciful. He drew his steaming cock free and turned his daughter onto her back once more. Then he took Susan by the hips and placed her on top of Brenda. Spreading his knees wide, he mounted them both.
Sam began fucking both girls with alternating strokes. His taut ass swung from side to side, altering the angle without changing the rhythm as he shoveled his fat dick up Susan on one stroke, then up Brenda on the next. It took the two girls only a few moments to find the proper pace, and then they were moving with him, their loins gliding side by side, meeting his cock on every second stroke.
It was even better, in a way, than getting every thrust by themselves. The momentary period of abandonment allowed their cunts to cool slightly, so that they could make it last longer. The fleeing frustration made the thrill all the greater.
Sam was generous.
Susan and Brenda were not greedy.
Sharing his cock thrust for thrust, they rolled their hands together and kissed. Their lips parted and their tongues flashed back and forth and their mouths worked sensuously together. This made Sam so hot that he began fucking mightily, rattling their spines, and that, in turn, made the girls so hot that they began fingering each other's nipples while they swapped tongues.
Sam howled like a wounded beast and his great slimy spurt burst into Brenda's twat. Moving with lightning speed, he pulled out and plunged up Susan's cunt just in time to hose her womb with his second creamy geyser.
The powerful ejaculation sapped his energy then, and as he valiantly aimed for his daughter with the third burst, he was not quite quick enough. The spunk shot out and skimmed up her belly before he could sheath his prick. Swinging up to Susan, he buried his cock and let the last dregs trickle out in her flooded hole.
Seeing that Sam was finished, Susan rolled over and lapped up his cream from Brenda's belly. Then she lay back, and they all collapsed into a cluster of flesh, panting and gasping.
When she had recovered enough to speak, Susan said "I wonder why Daddy wouldn't fuck me?
Sam smiled. "Maybe something can be arrang?ed," he said.