Chapter 2
Sharon was next on the list. Albert liked to start with the oldest daughter and work down to the youngest. Sometimes, however, he was forced to reverse this procedure, because of a feeling he would have regarding his capabilities. If he felt he could not handle all six girls, couldn't go off six times in their collective bodies, then in all fairness he must start with the youngest girl. However, this time he had the feeling that he could fuck and be sucked all the night long. It was beautiful to be this virile, this full of juice just waiting to be released.
Sharon was sleeping just exactly as had been the other girls. He climbed into bed and felt her naked body, its heat and softness, immediately. Instead of running his hand up her leg as he had the others, he started off by kissing her titties. She wakened quickly and murmured something unintelligible but began to stroke his back in that familiar way that she alone of all the girls had. Albert liked this. It was pleasant to have a soft, young hand stroke one's back. And her hands were soft and young. Sharon was only fifteen but despite her lack of years, she was experienced in the art of fucking. In certain ways, she was the best fuck of all, but only in certain ways. Albert knew it was not wise of him to compare his six daughters in this manner. They all had their good points and all were extremely fuckable and suckable. What more could a man ask of his own daughters, or for that matter any woman?
He kissed her tits thoroughly and lifted his face. It was dark in her room just as it had been in the other rooms before the light had been turned on, and he considered asking her to pull the light chain but decided he would not. The light was not important particularly. Not now. He had already seen four pair of titties, four cunts, eight legs, four navels and so on. Why should he have a need to see any more at the moment?
"Daddy," Sharon said softly, for as with the rest of his daughters he had taught her to always call him that, "Do you have hot pants again?"
He recalled that he had fucked her the night before. For some reason this had gone from his memory. Smiling in the darkness, he patted her well-shaped butt and kissed her chest, intending to kiss her titties but missing them slightly. He moved his lips over and took a tit in them and sucked it passionately. Removing his mouth he spoke to her. "Don't you want daddy's prick in your body again tonight, dear?"
"Oh my, yes, daddy. I didn't mean it that way. Of course I want your prick in my body, in my mouth, my cunt, my ass, anywhere you want to ram it. I love your prick, daddy. You can fuck me anywhere, anytime."
He patted her butt lovingly again. "That's my girl. That's the way I like to hear my girl talk to me."
"Daddy, I wish we could think of a new way to do it," she said, sounding serious. "Do you know any ways that you haven't already shown me?"
Albert smiled. "No, dear. You've been given cock in every way I know about. I've had it in your cunt from every which way, in your mouth, up your sweet, little asshole, between your titties, under your arms, in your hands, between your thighs, just every possible way. Believe me, dear, if daddy could think of another way to fuck his little girl, he would do it. Daddy would like new ways of doing it, too, you see. Not that he doesn't love your cunt and ass and mouth for he does. They are very, very nice. But...." Albert broke off, then resumed talking. "I think you had better turn on the light, dear. Maybe if I look at your naked flesh, I'll get some new ideas on how to fuck you."
She turned on the light and blinked at him even as he blinked at her. "Gee, daddy, you're all wet from sweating. Not that I mind, but don't you think you ought to dry your body? Your hair is so damp." She sighed. "We can't have our daddy-fucker catching cold so he can't have intercourse with us, can we?"
"I think you're right, dear," he said, knowing it was all he needed to say or do, for she immediately jumped out of bed and ran across the room, her tits jouncing about entrancingly, her ass bobbing about naively.
She got a towel from somewhere and brought it back to bed and began to rub his body with it until it was dry. She even rubbed his prick and balls, though very, very gently. Sharon knew how important to the family these balls and prick were. Without them, or with them injured in some way, the entire family, excluding mother, would be distressed no end. All six girls needed daddy's parts to be in first-rate condition.
"I like to rub your body, daddy," she exclaimed when she was through doing it.
Albert smiled up at her, for he was lying flat on his back, his legs spread apart. "And I like to have you rub my body, dear. You are a very good rubber."
She threw the towel across the room. "How about the other things, daddy? Am I a good fuck?"
"A wonderful fuck, dear. A very wonderful fuck indeed."
"Do I suck a cock pretty good, too?"
"Ah, yes, you suck a cock wonderfully well, honey. You are one of the best cock-suckers in the world."
"And I corn-hole good, daddy?" she asked, bending over the bed eagerly, her pretty titties hanging down over his face. Sharon was also a blonde, but her eyes were a light brown in color, while Diane and Susan, also blondes, had very blue ones.
"I can't think of a better asshole to stick my cock into than yours, honey," Albert told her, meaning it.
Sharon turned around and pulled her buttocks apart. "Then get up on your feet, daddy, and sink your shaft up my butt. I crave getting fucked in the ass this time." She paused. "Please...daddy, will you?"
"Of course," he said, his pulse quickening. "It would be my pleasure."
Albert got out of bed and holding his penis in one hand advanced on her. She stood her ground when he seized her and tried to thrust his penis up her ass.
"Bend over, dear," he said with agitation in his tone. "I can't get it into your otherwise."
Sharon bent over until her head was almost level with her knees.
"Not so far," he cried sharply. "Straighten up a bit dear."
She did so.
He steered his penis toward her ass but could not get it in. He swore, something he rarely did. Sharon seemed to be astonished at this for she leaped away and turned about to face him, her eyes odd. "What's the matter?" Albert cried. "Why did you move away?"
"Are you mad at me?" Sharon asked anxiously.
Albert relaxed. He lay down on the bed, his erection standing straight up. "Come," he cried. "On the bed...beside me. I can't corn-hole you when you stand up like that. You're too short for me, dear." He added the word of endearment to soften his tone a little.
Sharon hesitantly lay down beside him. "Please don't be mad at me, daddy. I'd just die if you ever got really mad at me."
He paid no attention to her remark. "You know, I think I won't corn-hole you after all. I think I'll just lay here and rest. However, I want you to go into the living room and pour out a glass of wine for me. I believe I need a bit of wine."
"But daddy, you always said none of us could touch the bottle of wine."
He frowned. "I mean drink it, dear, not physically touch it. Be off now. Get the glass of wine for me. The glass, by the way, is beside the wine bottle." He coughed. "Fill it but don't spill any of it. I can't afford to have it spilled." Albert didn't really care if she spilled some of the wine. He had said this because of some irritation deep inside of him, more than likely his inability to get his cock up her small asshole. It generally, or at least quite often, annoyed him when he could not perform sexually in the manner that he had thought of doing.
Sharon crept over him to get out of bed, a maneuver that was not lost on Albert Gore. He knew damn well she wanted to drag her flesh over him, because she felt he was annoyed with her. When she had left the room, Albert, tried to analyze his feelings about the matter but could not do so satisfactorily. No matter. When she returned with the glass of wine he would drink it and presto...all would be well again.
She did return with the wine; he did drink, and things did turn out well. After he had finished the glass of wine, he placed it on the floor under the bed and, because she was beside him again, reached over and played with her tits.
"Oh...daddy...," she breathed. "Make me hot again."
He pointed at his penis which had gone soft. "Tell you what, dear. Suck that thing, make it hard, and I guarantee you'll get hot again."
"You want me to suck you off, daddy dear?" she asked petulantly.
He frowned. "Don't you want to suck daddy's prick?"
"Of course I do. I just want to hear you ask me, not tell me."
Albert blinked his eyes. "I see, I'm sorry. Please, dear Sharon, will you place your red lips about daddy's prick and suck it up hard?"
She clapped her hands like a six-year-old might. "Oh, yes, daddy. I'd love to suck it. I'll suck it so hard it'll burst."
"I would just as soon you didn't suck it up that hard," he said dryly.
She was on her hands and knees now and bending her head down as she took his limp penis in her hands and jacked it a few times.
"Don't jack, suck it," he said quickly. "I won't settle for having my cock jacked up hard. It must be either sucked up or...or...." He did not finish the sentence, because he did not know what the other alternative was.
Sharon parted her red lips and he saw the pink clean look of her tongue and mouth, the look of extreme youth. This in itself made him hard and by the time she had enveloped his cock with her lips he was stiff as could be. She removed her lips for a moment and looked at her father as if waiting for instructions.
"You may suck it, child," he said. He quite often used the word "child" when he felt inwardly irritated for some reason.
"Daddy," she whined, "don't be mad at Sharon. Sharon loves you very much. She loves to suck you off, honest she does."
"Very well," Albert Gore relied. "Sharon may suck me off...at least she may suck my cock for a time. Whether or not I choose to go off in her mouth...I'll decide later."
A few tears ran down the girl's face. "You're mad at me, and I don't know why. What did I do, daddy dear?"
"Don't talk, suck," he told her, and seizing her head he held it in position over his penis.
"Suck my cock, Sharon. Daddy wants his cock sucked good."
"Oh...daddy, I want to suck you off, honest I do. I just love sucking your cock."
"Proceed."
He lay quietly on the bed while his fifteen-year-old daughter sucked his penis. She was quite good at it, having had considerable experience. She had been only eleven when she had sucked his cock for the first time. That time she had bit him and sucked him poorly, and he had had to teach her the correct way to suck a man off. There was a certain technique to it, in fact there was a great deal of skill involved in sucking a man's penis in a satisfactory manner. Albert had taught all of his daughters to suck him properly, so that he might achieve the fullest gratification, as well as giving them the greatest amount of fluids.
Ah yes, there was indeed a good way to suck, and there was the bad way, too. None of his daughters ever sucked him badly, poorly, except perhaps when they were slightly ill, say, with a cold and could not breathe well, something of that nature. His daughters had been taught and taught well. Albert Gore had seen to that. If he could not get his sex sensations from his wife then he certainly would get them from his other females-his daughters.
The truth of the matter was, he would have had sex with the kids even if his wife had spent almost her entire time fucking and sucking.
Albert Gore knew this and would admit it to himself in moments of complete honesty.
"Can you go down all the way on my cock, dear? " he asked, as he patted her head lovingly. "Daddy likes to get it all in your lovely mouth, you see. You want to please your daddy, don't you, dear?"
"Oh, yes daddy, of course I want to please you. I'm terribly sorry if I wasn't going down on you far enough. I just thought I would suck the head of it and run my tongue over it and...well, you know."
Albert nodded. "I see. Very well. Suck the head then, dear, and run your tongue around and over it. I like that, also. However, I do want you to go all the way down on me every now and then."
"Of course, daddy. I'll suck your prick the way you want it done."
"Thank you, dear. You're very sweet."
Sharon thrust her finger up his anus and went, down on his prick at the same time causing Albert to wince a trifle. However, he did not complain to her about her sudden move but permitted her to suck his cock and finger-fuck his ass at the same time. Albert, after a time, began to like her finger in his asshole. He was not certain, of course, but thought she might be rubbing across his prostate gland, in which case he might become even more hot than he generally was. However, just as he was beginning to thoroughly enjoy her fingerfucking, she pulled her finger out and stopped sucking him, too. She fell over on her back, her legs spread widely, a look of complete and utter wantonness on her young face.
"Get on top of me, daddy. I want you to fuck me in the cunt."
Albert sighed and blinked his eyes. Sharon was the most unpredictable of all his kids, and he thought he had better do as she asked just this one time. The next time, however, he would see to it that she did what he wanted done. It was never a good thing to allow a female to dictate what manner of sexual activity a couple engaged in. The man should be the one to set the tone, so to speak.
Albert Gore moved over and crawled on top of his fifteen-year-old daughter, sinking his shaft in her cunt much more ruthlessly than he ordinarily did it. Sharon cried out, but Albert paid no attention to her cries. He knew his penis was swollen abnormally at the moment, and he also knew that it was hurting the child, but what matter? She was only a female who had refused to do as he had bidden. She was his kid. He was her father. A kid should do as the father commands. There was no other way, not even when it came to incest.
"Daddy...go...slow...you're so...big...it...hurts."
Albert increased his speed.
"Daddy...please...it hurts...awful.. . "
Albert increased his stroking speed a bit more, going deeper into her cunt than previously.
"Daddy...daddy...oh...my...God!"
Albert fucked her fast and hard now. He paid no attention to her cries of torment. He was not interested in her cries of torment. He had wanted her to suck his cock, and she had done so for a time, only to stop it of her own accord and fall back with widely spread legs begging for him to thrust his cock up her young cunt.
Very well.
This was what Albert Gore was doing. He was thrusting his cock up Sharon's young cunt.
That was what she wanted, wasn't it?
Maybe next time she would know better. Maybe next time she would suck his cock when he told her to. Albert Gore was very much annoyed at his fifteen-year-old daughter.
So he fucked her ruthlessly, savagely, brutally.
He eventually caused her to bleed considerably.
No matter. Let her bleed.
Let her bleed to hell and gone.
He went off in her when he felt her blood on his penis. He did not particularly enjoy going off in her. He would remember this night with Sharon. Sharon might find things a bit difficult for her from this point on. Albert Gore, angrily pulled his cock out of his daughter, got off the bed, wiped the blood from his cock on the sheet and went to the living room for a bit of a drink of wine.
As has been stated, he did not like to drink a lot when indulging in sex, but right now he wanted several drinks of wine. He needed something to quiet the rage inside him. It never occurred to him that he was acting in a very selfish manner. Albert Gore never allowed himself to fall into such a thought pattern.
He drank the wine too swiftly, and it had an effect on him that astonished him. He felt invigorated to the extreme, so much so that for a moment he considered starting with the oldest daughter, Doris, and working his way down to the youngest, Carol. However, the more he thought of this the more he began to think of
Carol and her thirteen-year-old lush body, a body made for a man to top. Albert put down his glass of wine (it was his third in a row) and went to Carol's room where he found her sleeping peacefully just as he had all five of his other daughters.
How nice, was his thought. How nice to have her sleeping when I enter her room. Now I must fuck the child and fuck her for a very long time.
Albert Gore climbed into bed with his youngest daughter and was pleased to note that she, too, was naked as her sisters had been, each in turn. Albert congratulated himself on his upbringing of the girls. They never went to bed unprepared for his fucking. How nice this was.
It made his penis hard just by contemplating it.
He stuck it into her by way of awakening her.
She thrashed about a bit when she felt the sting of his hard penis but when he spoke softly and reassuringly to her, she relaxed, permitting him to thrust his long rigidity far up her cunt. All his daughters had small, tight cunts, but Carol had the smallest and tightest of them all. Hers was barely large enough to stretch and receive his massiveness.
"Oh, daddy," she cried, sounding just like the others. "Your cock is so big and my cunt is so small. It hurts me terribly but please fuck me just the same. I love it."
This time he reached for the light and turned it on. Carol lay beneath him, a small girl of thirteen, her legs spread wide of necessity to afford him entrance into her cunt. Her brown eyes regarded him with passion as she shoved her long brown hair out of her face to better see her father.
"That cock feels good, eh, Carol, darling?" Albert asked.
"That cock feels wonderful, daddy, but it...hurts, too."
He moved in her using short strokes. "That feel good, child?"
"Yes, daddy. Your cock always feels good when you have it rammed up my cunt."
"Say it again, dear."
"Your cock always feels good when you have it rammed up my cunt."
"I do like hearing you speak that way, honey. It makes my cock harder."
"Daddy," she said after a moment's silence, "do you ever think about anything other than fucking one of your kids?"
Albert laughed. "Of course, dear. I quite often think about fucking your mother, but that's all the good it does me. I never fuck her. She won't let me, so I just think about it."
"You're awful horny, aren't you, daddy
He moved in her, his penis rubbing the sides of her cunt gingerly, but beautifully. "Yes, dear, I'm a...a horny old bastard...but I fuck good...just ask any of your sisters, they'll tell you I fuck good."
"I have already, daddy. All of us girls think you are a horny old bastard."
Albert laughed again, for this genuinely pleased him. "Thank you for telling me, dear. You have no idea how pleased that makes me. I love to be thought of as a horny old bastard, for that is exactly what I am-a horny old bastard who would rather fuck than eat."
"You like to fuck your own daughters mostly, don't you, daddy?"
"Yes I do. I like to keep the fun in the family, sort of."
She put her arms over his shoulders, kissing the side of his face as she did so. "You have your hard old prick rammed up my cunt, haven't you, daddy dear, you horny old bastard, you."
Albert laughed much louder this time. "If you don't stop making those funny remarks, my cock will shrivel up and die inside your cunt, dear."
"Daddy, do you know what I'd like to do instead of fucking with you?"
Albert stopped his movements. "No," he replied somewhat icily. "I don't know what you'd like to do. Not unless you tell me."
She giggled. "I'd like you to take your cock out of my cunt."
Albert felt hurt. "Would you, dear? Would you really?"
"Yes, daddy, I'd like you to take your cock out of my cunt."
Albert could barely believe his ears. He removed his penis from her body and lifting himself up started to get off her. "There now," he said coolly. "Don't say I never listened to one of my daughters when they requested something."
"But daddy...you didn't hear all of it."
"You have more to say to me, dear?" he asked gravely.
"I wanted to ask you if you'd stick your cock between my lips and mouth-fuck me, daddy, and at the same time put your tongue up my cunt and make me have an orgasm."
Albert breathed a great sigh of relief. "My God, child, but you had me going there for a minute. You scared the life out of me."
"I'm terribly sorry, daddy." She reached over and took his face in her two soft hands and kissed him wetly. "I would never want to scare my daddy. He might lose his big old hard-on and that would be awful."
Albert grinned. If he had had a favorite daughter, it would have to be Carol, but since he didn't permit himself this luxury, he merely continued to grin at her and then kissed her lips lightly in return. "You're a very sweet child," he told her.
"Will you let me suck your cock, daddy?" she asked, her brown eyes boring into his. "Do you want to?"
"Of course I do, daddy. I'd rather suck your cock than...well, than anything."
"Would you rather suck my cock than fuck me, dear?"
"No. I didn't mean it that way."
"Well, how did you mean it, dear?" Albert peered at her owlishly.
"Oh, you know, daddy. I just happen to want to suck your cock right now. That's all I meant. I love your cock in my mouth, daddy. I love it when you gush off between my lips and I swallow the stuff. It's thrilling."
Albert's penis was throbbing so hard now that it actually hurt him. "Very well, dear. You may suck my cock for a while."
"Thank you, daddy. If you don't want to tongue my cunt, why don't you just get all nice and comfy on your back and let Carol suck it out of you real easy-like."
"You talk very hot, dear. I hope you'll be able to suck as well as you talk." He peered at her again as she moved down on the bed.
"I promise to suck you off real good, daddy. Maybe I can't do it as good as Doris or one of the older girls but I'll try to."
"I'm sure you will, dear. Please take my prick between your pretty red lips."
Albert was enjoying himself immensely now that his former feeling of coolness had left him. Carol was very young, but she had learned her lessons well and was applying them in her manner of speech, saying things to her father that made him very hot and bothered, which of course is what he wanted to be.
Carol moved down still farther on the bed and kissed her father's balls hungrily. "Have you been fucking the others, daddy?" she asked. "I think I can smell cunt and asshole on your prick."
"Yes, dear. I started with the oldest girl this time. You're the last one on my list for the night. Please suck me good, dear."
Carol clapped her hands happily. "Oh, it makes me hot to think I'm going to suck a cock that's been up one of my sister's asshole and another one's cunt."
Albert frowned slightly. "Really? What kind of talk is that?"
She shrugged, her pretty titties jouncing about as she did so. Albert reached out his hand and caught one of her young-girl titties and fondled it lovingly.
"I like you to play with my tits, daddy," she said, his cock near her lips, her brown eyes looking up across the expanse of his hairy stomach and into his eyes. "When you play with my tits, I get very hot and want to suck."
"Very well, dear, you may proceed to suck it," he told her, wishing she would get on with it.
Carol parted her pretty lips and took his swollen cock between them. She sucked a little, her eyes still staring into his.
"Do you have to stare at me that way, dear?" he asked, returning her look.
"I like to see the expression on your face when I suck your prick, daddy. Don't you want me to do that?"
"I would prefer that you turned your body around and lowered your sweet cunt to my lips, dear."
"Oh, daddy, do you really want to tongue me off?"
"Of course I do. Turn around, dear, and give me your cunt."
Carol turned her body around without taking his cock out of her mouth. It struck him as a very odd thing to do, but it was not the first time he had seen one of his daughters do this very thing. One of the others did it fairly often, but for the life of him he could never remember which daughter it was.
Carol went down on him all the way to his pubic hair.
At the same time her cunt settled down over Albert's mouth. He kissed the hairy place and thrust his tongue into her tight, little cunt. Instantly, he found the wet place, and it thrilled him immensely. My, how nice it was to have sex with one's daughters.
"Your cunt is sweet, dear," he said.
Carol was on top of him her body sprawled flat lying tummy to tummy but, of course, in reverse position. When she again went down on his prick all the way to the pubic hair, Albert shivered with delight and wiggled his tongue about excitedly in her wet cunt. She retaliated by lightly biting his penis, not enough to alarm him but only enough to arouse him even more. Albert spread her buttocks apart and dipped his tongue into her ass once, which caused her to shudder and cry out, apparently from sheer delight. He returned to kissing and tonguing her cunt which was exceptionally wet now and had a delightful scent to it and was in all ways entirely satisfactory. Albert Gore would have liked to crawl up her cunt, if such a thing were possible. My, how nice it would be to become completely enveloped by a young girl's cunt. Hold it, his mind told him quickly. Don't get too nutty. There's danger in that sort of thinking.
"Daddy," Carol cried, "squirt a little goo into my mouth. I want to taste it."
"I can't do that," he grunted. "My penis is not a water faucet."
She rolled off him and for a moment he thought she was angry, but she wasn't. "Get on top of me, daddy, and fuck me in the cunt. I've changed my mind. I want to get it in the cunt, not the mouth."
"All right, dear. Spread your pretty legs and I'll shove my prick up your box."
"My box?" she cried. "What a funny thing to call it."
"Just a word. Come on. Spread those legs, honey, and let daddy fuck you."
Before they could do anything, they were interrupted by Doris, the oldest of Albert's daughters. Her red hair was mussed as if she had done it deliberately. She was wearing the lower half of pajamas that Albert could not recall having seen before. She stood in the doorway looking at her father and sister lying naked on the bed. As she looked at them, Carol took Albert's erection in her hand as if to indicate that his penis was in use at the moment, that the use of it at this particular time was Carol's and that Doris, if she were looking for cock, had just better forget about it right now.
Albert had always told his girls that they should not become jealous over him, but secretly he loved seeing the possessiveness in the thirteen-year-old's eyes as she jacked his cock. Carol's lower lip was beginning to protrude, and he knew what this meant-it meant she was becoming more resentful and angry by the moment.
"Doris," Albert said finally, "Don't you remember what I have always told you girls?"
Doris blinked her eyelids, her green eyes looking extremely lustful. "I remember, daddy," she said and took a step into the room, which caused Carol to tighten her hold on his erection. Albert had to hold her wrist tightly to stop her from squeezing him too hard. Carol got the message, apparently, for she relaxed her hold on his throbbing cock.
"Daddy," Doris said, "I'm awful hot. When you get through fucking Carol will you come back to my room and do it to me again? I crave cock, daddy."
Albert's hair seemed to stand on end. His daughters had never spoken in this manner before one another and in his presence. Doris was extremely passionate, no question of it. Her whole manner, her look, indicated this.
Albert turned to Carol. "Let go of it, dear," he said. "Perhaps we should make room for your sister."
"No," Carol almost shouted. "She's already been fucked by you, daddy. It's my turn to take cock."
Albert, however, thought it time for him to break one of his cardinal rules-that of never sexing two daughters at the same time. He beckoned to Doris who ran to the bed and threw herself on top of him, her breasts flopping about and striking him wonderfully in the face. Carol had tightened her grip on his penis at this, and he was obliged to tell her to release it, which she did, her lower lip protruding as if in a pout.
"Now, Carol," he said calmly, "you mustn't pout. Daddy fully intends to permit you to enjoy fucking privileges. It is your turn to receive daddy's cock. However, your sister is hard up. Just look at her, the poor girl."
Carol's lower lip protruded even more.
"If you don't pull that lower lip in," he said sharply, "I won't let you have my cock in the future."
"I don't care," she said resentfully. "It's my time for you. Doris can just wait."
"Oh, come on, Carol," Doris cooed, "don't be so selfish about daddy's prick. He can fuck you. I just want him to suck me off, my cunt, she added as if to indicate her sister was not too sharp about matters concerning sex.
"There, Carol, hear that?" Albert asked his youngest daughter. "Isn't that nice of Doris? She isn't trying to take daddy's cock away from you-she simply wants me to tongue her box."
"I want to fuck you all by myself," Carol complained.
Albert sighed. "Very well, dear." He turned to Doris. "I'm afraid you'll have to go back to your room and wait for daddy. It's Carol's turn to take cock and, well, really, you understand, don't you, Doris?"
Doris climbed off the bed and fixed her sister with an icy glare. "All right. I hope you'll fuck her quickly, daddy. I need to have you on top of me very badly." She walked from the room, her buttocks swinging from one side to the other.
Carol was smiling. "Thank you, daddy, for sending her away. After all, it is my turn to take cock, not hers."
"Yes, dear," Albert said rather coolly. "Please do so."
"Aren't you going to fuck my cunt, daddy?" she wanted to know, a look of alarm on her young girl face.
"I believe," he said deliberately, "that I will not fuck you for now. However, should you wish to suck my prick I have no objection. Of course, I'm rather upset, and I do believe I'll go out to the living room for a drink of wine. No, don't come with me. Stay here on the bed. Daddy will be back...later." He made the "later" sound as if it would be considerably later.
"Daddy, are you mad at me?" she asked, her eyes pleading with him not to be.
"I am accustomed," he said, as he headed for the doorway, "to telling others what to do. I do not like being dictated to, my dear child."
"I'm sorry, daddy. It's just that I was afraid Doris would...."
"I understand what you mean," he said and walked swiftly from the room. When he reached the living room he slumped down on a chair and reached for the wine bottle. It wasn't where he thought he had left it, so he was obliged to go into the kitchen and get another, which he did. Opening it, he drank from the bottle and carried it back into the living room. Something was happening to Albert Gore, something he did not fully understand. For one of the few times in his life, he felt like getting plastered. He thought about this feeling for a time but finally shrugged it away and decided he was just out of sorts because he had not fucked all six of his daughters yet, an accomplishment he considered to be totally in keeping with his self-image, the image of a virile, horny man, one capable of doing things sexual that most men could not even come close to doing.
He discovered, however, that he could not quite shrug away the feeling of wanting to get plastered. This annoyed him to such an extent that he added fuel to the feeling by taking two quick drinks from the wine bottle.
"Hey," he muttered to himself, "what the hell are you doing, you old bastard?" He put it in the form of a question and was obliged to admit he did not know the complete answer. "Son of a bitch," he swore, something he rarely did. "Maybe what I need to do...." he stopped in the middle of the sentence and thought about what he had been about to say. Then he said it. "Maybe what I need to do is to get all six of them in the bed at one time. Fuck all of 'em at once. Wonder how I could do it."
Inasmuch as he had only one set of sex organs, thinking about fucking all six of them at one time was more than ridiculous. It was, as a matter-of-fact, just short of insanity.
Albert Gore took another drink of wine. He was feeling the stuff now and his heart was pounding within him. He could feel it jumping in a crazy manner. That was what wine did to a man-when he drank it too fast.
He glanced down at his penis and noted that it was half hard. He touched it with his fingertips, and it became instantly fully hard. Albert Gore frowned. "Carol," he called to his youngest daughter, "get your ass out here. Your father wants you to suck him off." He had almost never spoken in this manner to one of his kids-it must be the wine doing it to him.
Carol appeared naked in the doorway. "Did you call me, daddy?" she asked, wetting her pretty young girl lips and staring at his enormous erection.
Albert pointed at his penis. "Suck," he growled. "Suck it off, kid."
Carol's hands fluttered to her mouth. "What is wrong, daddy. Are you terribly angry at me? Did I do something awful bad?"
"Never mind asking questions. What happened in the bedroom is best forgotten. I want you to suck my cock, that's all. Come over here and wrap your pretty thirteen-year-old lips around the head and suck." Albert Gore was not aware of it, but he had the most lustful look on his face that he had ever had in his entire life.
Carol took two steps toward her father and stopped. She glanced at the long, quivering cock and turned around avoiding his eyes.
"What's the matter with you?" Albert demanded. "Didn't you hear me tell you to suck me off?"
Carol's shoulders began to shake because she was weeping.
Albert stared at her and rubbed his chin. His manner softened. "All right, child. Tell me what is wrong with you. Have I frightened you?"
"I-I never saw you this way before, daddy. You scare me when you yell at me."
Albert rubbed his chin again. "All right, go back to bed," he said. "I'm sorry. I guess I am." He reached for the wine bottle when he saw her disappearing through the doorway of her bedroom. He took a sip of wine and wiped his mouth on his bare arm. "Must be the wine," he said to himself. "I never barked at my kids that way before."
He leaned back on the chair, his penis standing straight out and up. He glanced at the rigid tool. "Damned thing," he growled, "why can't you ever go soft and stay that way for a while. You make a lot of work for me, cock." He could have added that it made a lot of fun for him as well, but he didn't.
He took another drink from the wine bottle and placed it down on the floor. "Wish Doris would come into the living room. I'll bet she'd be glad to suck her daddy off." He could have said the same thing about any of his daughters, but because Doris had come to Carol's room when she should not have, it occurred to him to use her as an example.
Albert Gore was getting annoyed, and he did not know why.
"I've half a notion to rape my wife," he muttered. "Wonder what she'd do if I did?" He knew damn well what his wife, Jean, would do if he fucked her without her consent. She would leave him. She would not only leave him but would go to the sheriff and tell him how he made love to his daughters. No. It would never do to rape Jean. Nor would it do to even make the attempt. Besides...Albert didn't want to fuck his wife, not when he had six eager, young daughters all panting to take cock from him.
He had another drink of wine.
His annoyance began to abate somewhat.
His penis was becoming hard again, having gone a little soft in the past few moments of his annoyance.
Albert fingered his hard tool, feeling the head as if it were a thing apart from him. "Cocks," he muttered thickly, "are funny damned things. There's nothing like them in the entire world." He cleared his throat, got to his feet and paced the floor uneasily. "Cunts are funny damned things, too," he went on to himself. "Wonder what it's like to have a cunt between your legs instead of a cock. Must be an odd feeling...especially when a guy sticks his cock in it and starts poking about."
Heading for Doris's room, he stopped just before entering. He had already fucked Doris, the one he wanted, really, was Carol. Albert was inordinately proud of his ability to fuck all six of his daughters in one evening, a feat he sometimes failed to accomplish. This time he was going to do it, or else. Leaving Doris's doorway, he strolled to Carol's room and entered. He saw she was lying flat on her back in the middle of the bed, the lights on, staring at the ceiling oddly.
"Honey," he said, "we didn't finish our...act."
Carol knocked her long brown hair from her eyes and sat up at the same time. She swung her legs off the bed and spread them so that Albert could easily see her cunt. His cock throbbing even harder now, he moved toward her.
"Did you want to fuck me, daddy?" Carol asked in a small voice.
"Yes," he replied huskily, the wine having done something to his powers of speech. "Yes, I would like to fuck you, dear, if you don't mind your father sticking his prick up your cunt."
"No, I don't mind, daddy," Carol said, her voice sounding strange. "But why don't you get down flat on your back and let Carol sit on your prick. In other words, I'll jack you off with my cunt. Would you enjoy that, daddy?"
Albert nodded. "That would be fine," he cried, his pulse racing. His head somewhat dizzy from all the wine he drank, he approached the bed and threw himself down on it. Carol pulled his legs over to the middle of the bed.
"Daddy, if I didn't know better I'd think you were kind of drunk. Are you?"
"Guess I did drink a bit too much wine, honey."
She touched his throbbing penis. "Doesn't seem to bother this thing...the wine, I mean. Your prick is as hard and big as ever. I do hope I can sit down on it and get it all inside of me. I mean, I hope I have enough space to fit it in, daddy."
"You can do it, dear," he said, his head spinning more than he liked.
She bent her head and kissed his balls and penis, passionately. "I'm sorry I was such a little bitch awhile ago, daddy. I guess there's a bitch inside of every female, eh?"
"We all have our defects, honey. Kiss my cock again. I liked that."
Carol, her shapely little titties hanging down entrancingly, bent over her father's enormous erection, kissing it wetly and running her tongue over it but not taking it in her mouth. "Nice cock, she murmured. "Awful nice cock. I wish you had six of them."
He raised an eyebrow. "Really? Six of them? Why?"
"Then all six of us could fuck you at the same time, daddy."
Albert laughed thickly. "Yeah, see your point."
Carol straddled him, facing him, and settled down easily and carefully over his erection, holding the thing to steer it into her cunt properly. Albert felt his cock sliding into the warm wetness, and he nearly went off from the sheer sensation of the feeling. When his youngest daughter began to move up and down in a fucking movement, Albert closed his eyes because the feeling was so intense. He had no idea of how long he kept his eyes closed but when he opened them, he received a surprise.
All of his daughters were in the room. Besides Carol, who was still fucking him off, there were five nude girls surrounding the bed. He glanced quickly from one girl to another taking note of the lust in their eyes. This had never happened before, this being in the same bedroom with all of them and especially with all of them naked.
"Well...," he managed to say as Carol moved her young body up and down, her cunt literally jacking off his penis. "What's going on with you?"
"We want to watch Carol fuck you, daddy," Doris said.
He glanced quickly at her and noted that her eyes were almost closed. "Have you girls been into my wine?" he asked thickly.
Doris nodded. "We had a couple of drinks of it, daddy. Do you mind?"
"Did you leave any for me?"
Carol was still moving up and down on his prick, but now she had leaned forward a little and was holding his hips, leaning on them, sort of. It was a very seductive position for her to be in. Albert felt his erection getting damp, but he was not certain if the fluid had come from his penis or from Carol. Probably it had come from her.
Doris got on the bed and pushed her titties in her father's face. "Suck em, daddy, while Carol jacks you off with her cunt."
Albert drew back and looked at Doris. "How much wine did you drink?" He was frowning a little. Albert Gore liked to be the aggressor usually, and this was something new for him, this come-on of his daughters.
"Suck my tits, daddy," Doris urged and using her hand pushed one of them directly into his face. "Suck it, please. All of us want to get in on this fuck scene."
"I can't do it to all of you," he protested.
"You don't have to, daddy. We'll do things to you while Carol fucks you." Again Doris pushed her titties into his face.
Albert sucked on each of them and immediately all the girls climbed onto the bed. Some began running their tongues over his flesh, some pinched him. Debbie, the sixteen-year-old, tried to sit on his face with her bare ass, but the others shoved her aside evidently thinking she was getting more than her full share. Then, one by one, as if they had rehearsed it, they all sat on his face briefly, long enough for him to kiss their asses and run his tongue once or twice the entire length of their cunts. The girls seemed to be enjoying themselves even more than Albert was. Possibly this was because the wine had dulled his senses, but he still liked what was happening. The only thing he didn't like, when he stopped to think about it, was that the girls were taking matters into their own hands and Albert, as has been stated, liked to be in command at all times during any kind of sex act.
Just the same, it was thoroughly enjoyable to him to have all that nude, young flesh pressing eagerly against his lips and begging him to tongue cunt. Albert loved to tongue cunt, as he often put it. It was one of the things he enjoyed most, but he sometimes had to be in a certain mood for it.
His daughters were more or less forcing him to kiss ass and tongue cunt...and he was discovering that he liked it this way, this way of being forced to do it. It was something different, and Albert was a great one for finding things different to do and to have done to him.
He never quite understood how it all happened, nor did he know who first thought of it. He knew only that the mass fuck idea had not originated with him.
Carol was still sitting on his cock and working it easily, not too fast. It was as if she were giving the other girls time to achieve orgasms, too.
Diane, the eighteen-year-old, was sitting on Albert's left foot, his big toe inside of her cunt. She was rubbing herself off on his left big toe, while Susan, the seventeen-year-old was doing likewise with his right big toe. It felt odd to have his big toe used as a penis, but it felt nice, too.
Debbie was sitting on her haunches near his left hand and had steered his left thumb up her cunt almost without him being aware of it. Again, it was all done just as if they had rehearsed it-and who could say they had not?
Albert was beyond caring now. Sharon was doing the same thing with his right hand and thumb. God, how wet and warm all these sweet young cunts were!
His own daughters.
Wonderful wet-cunted daughters.
How goddamned nice it all was.
But there was more to come and when it came, Albert knew the joys of sex as he had never before known them-and that was saying a very great deal, for Albert Gore had more steady sex partners than any other man in the state.
As Carol continued to pump her loins over his erection, her cunt lips clutching at his sensitivity greedily, Doris put the finishing touches on the entire scene.
She sat down on her father's face, her sweetly scented cunt opened wide, inviting his tongue to enter it and explore.
Albert Gore's tongue shot out of his mouth and up the cunt of his oldest daughter working in frenzied fashion now.
This, apparently, was the signal to all of the girls. Immediately they increased the speed of their own movements, all of their cunts grasping at some portion of their father's anatomy.
When Albert hit his peak, which he did fairly quickly, he knew by their reactions that they, too, all of them, were having orgasms even as he gushed forth his jism into the warm young cunt of the sweating, but lovely Carol.
Albert Gore-the incestuous father of them all-was being mass fucked.