Chapter 11
Dad was happy that we could stay another two days. His first notion was to shoot it out with anyone coming on his property to take us, but I quickly talked him out of that. Joe didn't say jack shit about anything, but I knew he was glad that we'd be around another two days. If nothing else, Joe wanted me around to service his cock. And, to the best of my knowledge, he hadn't raped Denise yet. That, I figured, was something she needed to experience first-hand. Multiple orgasms are a seldom-known pleasure, and Denise wouldn't forgive me if I never let her know what she was missing.
Dad and Joe had to do some work for a neighbor shortly after the Sheriff left, but they promised to be home as quickly as possible. Denise and I decided to get some sleep while they were gone. The night, we were sure, would be a long one.
Dad and Joe were home in time for dinner. Afterward, Denise and I did the dishes. Once that was finished, my cunt, which never seems to get enough cock to satisfy it for long, started tingling. Shit! There I was, horny as hell once again, even though Denise had eaten me out until I was a quivering wreck, and the Sheriff had warmed my belly with his thick come. I guess I'm just a nymphomaniac. Nymphomaniacs need cocks and that's all there is to it.
Dad and Joe were still at the table, sharing a bottle of whisky as their after dinner drink. It was more like "drinks," but I didn't say anything.
I walked over to Dad as he talked to Joe, then knelt down slowly to my knees. He looked at me but didn't pay much attention when I crossed my arms over his knees. When I tugged down his zipper, Dad gave me a look that was somewhere between shock and lust. He didn't want to get it on in front of Joe, that much I had figured out. What the hell, why not? With two days left, the party might as well begin sooner than later!
"Don't let me bother you," I said. Dad continued talking to Joe, his voice sounding kind of strained, while my brother and sister gawked at me.
I had Dad's huge cock out now and was stroking it lightly. After unhitching his belt and pants, I opened up Dad's trousers so that I had access to his balls as well as his cock.
"This is all the after-dinner drink I need," I said to no one particularly. Taking Dad's cock between my lips, I moaned as loudly as possible, letting everyone know exactly how much I loved his prick. Then I took the cock and rubbed the spit-slick head over my face, all the while looking up at Dad with nothing less than love in my eyes.
"I love you, Dad," I murmured. Dad let out a deep sigh and I started sucking his cockpole again. Not hard and fast-I didn't want him to come to quickly-but slow and with great tenderness and feeling. Up and down my face went, taking his prick down my throat until my lips caressed the very base of his cock and my nose was hidden in his pubic hair. Then up again with equal slowness, teasing every delicious inch of hard cockmeat.
Finally I stood up and unbuttoned my dress. I did it slowly, like a striptease artist. Judging by the way Dad's cock flopped around, he was enjoying he show.
I straddled Dad's prick and he aimed it up at my gaping cunt. The juices in me were flowing pretty freely and his cock, all ten inches worth, slipped in easily. I lowered myself until his ass was on his thighs and my pussy was jammed tight with iron-hard cock.
"Fuck me slow," I told Dad, moving up and down with my tits bobbing in his face. "Fuck me nice and slow and we'll screw and suck all night long!"
Dad didn't answer, he just fastened his lips on one tit, the nipple tightly clamped in his mouth, and let me know that Fd get what I wanted.
I bounced on his meat slowly, but with increasing speed. Even though I wanted to be cool about fucking, I couldn't control my clit's urging. Soon I was thrashing madly on Dad's prick, dropping down to have it stab up my snatch. I looked over and found that Joe and Denise were doing more than just watching me fuck. In fact, they were themselves fucking, in just the same position as Dad and me.
Denise's long brown hair cascaded down her back as her pert tits wiggled in Joe's face. He was mauling her asscheeks in his dirty hands, guiding her movements.
"Have you got good kids?" I asked Dad. His lips moved but no sound came out. Finally he just nodded and buried his face between my tits.
After a while Denise was screaming incoherently, saying how great Joe's cock felt in her cunt, throwing a thousand compliments about length and hardness and everything else. Yeah, Joe's cock was driving her just as crazy with lust as it did me.
"N-no more," Denise finally whimpered. She got off Joe's cock and slumped to the floor at his feet. "I can't come any more."
"Then suck me, you bitch!" Joe demanded, grabbing his cock by the shaft and clubbing Denise's face with the cockhead. I felt Dad filling my womb with come and concentrated on tightening my cunt muscles around his prick until he finished. Once that was accomplished, I looked at Denise again. She was getting her mouth flooded with Joe's jism. I watched her gulping down the come furiously, trying to get every drop. She fared better than I because she got it all down her gullet, then licked her lips with a strange, satisfied smile on her face.
I got off Dad's cock and he shook his head sadly.
"What's wrong? Did you enjoy fucking me?" I asked, deeply concerned.
"You didn't come. Hell, I must be getting old or something. Whenever I fucked your mother, she'd come. Come every time. Screamed and cried and did all sorts of crazy things."
It took me a while, but I finally got it through to Dad that I didn't need to come every time to be satisfied. I told him what Denise and I had done to the Sheriff to get the extra two days and how Denise had licked me into a powerful climax. Finally, satisfied that he wasn't losing his stuff, Dad gave me his special smile and we all laughed together.
Joe and Dad got dressed again, but Denise and I remained naked. The men didn't feel comfortable, they said, being naked with each other. I thought that was pretty damn silly of them but didn't make an issue out of it. We talked for hours, each of us in turn telling of our fantasies and greatest fucks we've had. Joe's was the kinkiest. He had a weird perversion of beating a girl while fucking her in the ass and both Denise and I told him that beating- any violence, aside from the playful kind-was definitely out of the question.
The four of us crowded into Joe's bed after that and went to sleep. Since Denise and I had gotten a little shut-eye while the men were working, we woke up in just a couple of hours. We sucked each other off in the sixty-nine position. After that we slept like babies.
For the next two days all we did was fuck. The four of us fucked and sucked and licked pussies until we couldn't stand any more. In the two days Joe squirted his jism nine times; Dad came six times. Come and pussy juice were getting gulped down by the gallon ... or so it seemed.
The Sheriff said we had to be back by Saturday. On Saturday morning Denise and I cooked a huge breakfast for our men, as we had taken to calling them. Joe had lost his mean streak during the steady fucking. In fact, by Saturday he was quite a sweetheart. He even helped with the dishes afterwards.
During breakfast everyone was silent. We sat at the table, no one saying a word. No one was happy about us leaving. Even my body, which always drew some kind of response-a kiss, touch, or hard-on-from Joe, did nothing to him. Denise and I hadn't put a stitch of clothing on since the fuck-a-thon began and we weren't eager to put them on, either.
"Motherfucking-goddamn-f ucking-shit!'' Dad screamed, shattering the silence. The words came out so fast they all sort of tumbled out, jumbled together in one big obscenity. "I don't want you to leave!"
"We don't want to leave either, Dad," Denise said, reaching across the table to touch his hand. "We have to and that's all there is to it. We don't want any trouble with the law."
"Fuck the law!" Dad shouted, banging his fist on the table so hard I thought it would break. He stood up, his face red with rage, the veins in his neck bulging.
"Dad, don't be so angry," I said, putting my arms around him so that my tits flattened against his chest. "We'll be back to see you and Joe as soon as we can. Gig and Nick won't be able to stop us any more. They'll know that we'll run away again if they don't let us."
"Gig! Goddamn girl! Fd like to fuck that bitch until she screams!" Dad chuckled with the thought. "Fuck her right in the ass! That's what I'd do."
"She's not worth it," I said, giving him an extra squeeze and rubbing my tits against him. "She's just a stuck-up cunt and certainly isn't worth your cock. No, Dad, it would be wrong for you to soil your big, beautiful prick by sticking it in Gig."
That made sense to Dad and he finally calmed down. Then he told Denise and I to sit on the table. We did as he asked and he and Joe got between our legs.
"You've been sucking us like crazy," Dad said, looking up between my tanned thighs. "Now it's time Joe and I do a little something extra nice for you. Like a going-away present. You two just lean back and enjoy yourselves. We'll do all the work."
Dad spread my cunt with his fingers, exposing my little clit. He ran his tongue from the bottom of my cunt right up to the top, then sucked my clit into his mouth. His whiskered cheeks scraped roughly against my tender thighs and the sensation of licking and rough scraping made my head spin. I leaned back on my elbows and looked at Denise. She had the same look of pleasure on her face that I probably had.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she purred, shaking her head slowly from side to side.
Dad finger-fucked me, jamming his middle finger deep up my cunt while his tongue danced over my extended, hard clit. I let the sensation fill my head and body and came. It wasn't an earth-shaking kind of come. It was slow and gentle, making my nipples stand up, sending little tremors through my body, putting goosebumps on my skin. The first orgasm was followed quickly by a second one.
Denise was tweaking her nipples and moaning as her dark-haired cunt spewed pussy juice on Joe's tongue. I put my hand over hers, giving her tit a squeeze to let her know I loved her and was glad she was happy.