Chapter 3
Susan opened the bedroom door and peeped out. The light was still on in her parents' room, and she could see that it was empty. The living room was also empty. After listening for a moment, she whispered back over her shoulder, "They're out in the kitchen having a late snack. I'm going to join them."
"Naked?" Thea whispered back with a giggle. "Do you mean you're going to ask him in front of Mom?"
"HI play it by ear," Susan said. "Ill get the message across to him some way."
Chet was fully clothed, Marsha was stark naked. Chet sat at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee, and Marsha was at the sink washing a few dishes. Susan stood in the doorway until they both looked at her, then she managed to blush prettily and attempted to cover her breasts and cunt in mock dismay.
"Ohh," she gasped, letting her nubile right tit pop up above her concealing arm, and snatching her left hand from her cunt to cover it, "I didn't know that you were up. I wanted a sandwich-uhh--I--should get dressed."
"Don't bother, dear," Marsha smiled, "your father has seen you naked before. Sit down, I'll fix you something."
Susan sat down opposite Chet. From under coyly downcast eyes, she observed her father's unabashed interest in her firm, upstanding tits.
"Uhh-have you decided on-uhh-a fellow?" Marsha asked as she began preparing Susan a thick beef sandwich.
"I'm sorry, Mom, but I just can't think of a single guy. If I'm going to get pregnant, I want to enjoy getting that way, and all I can think of is losers."
"You've got to do it, Susan," Chet said. "I know how you feel, but damnit, you've agreed. I know Carl's family is way out front already; they don't have any scruples. Ill bet that house is full of men right this minute, and all four of those bitches are getting fucked to a fare-the-well. Don't you understand our situation?"
"Ill do it, Daddy, just let me think."
"How do you like Ted Collins, dear?" Marsha asked, as she sat the sandwich and a glass of milk before Susan.
"Oh, Mama, not him. I know I'm being childish, he's good-looking and all that, but he just doesn't turn me on sexually."
"Yes, you are being childish," Marsha said, trying to keep the exasperation out of her voice. "This would be a perfect opportunity. Ted will be here in a few minutes and Sahra is having her period, so she's not coming. We have a sort of mutual agreement that we won't fuck unless all four of us are together, so we are pretending that Chet is out of town. Chet is going to leave for a couple of hours, and I've already called Ted to make an excuse to get over here, and he said hell be here shortly.
"Be reasonable. Ted is very good; he has a nice cock and I know you'll love it."
Susan's mouth was full, and she couldn't answer immediately. Before she could swallow, the front doorbell rang.
"Oh my God, he's here already," Marsha cried. "Get out of here, Chet."
"I can't sneak out of the back door," Chet hissed. "Thea might see me from her window. I had no idea he'd get here this quick. Ill duck into the girls' room; you get him in the guest room, and close the door, then I'll sneak out the front door."
"All right," Marsha said. "Now what's your answer, Susy. Are you going to let Ted fuck you after he finishes with me?"
"Oh Mom, n-no," Susan stammered. "I'll-I'll--uhhh-get dressed and go with Daddy; he can walk me over to Arthur's."
Marsha waited until Chet and Susan had disappeared into the girls' room before hurrying to the front door to let Ted in.
Chet stood peering through the crack that he had left in the door, listening to his wife and best friend. Susan, pretending just as much interest, pressed her naked body against her father's back and slid her arms around his waist as she listened with him.
"Hi, doll," Ted said, pulling Marsha to him, and fondly stroking her lovely ass as he kissed her in greeting. "I got here as quick as I could. Sahra was already in bed. I told her the call was from my boss, that he said he wanted me to come over to his place and go over some things with him because he has to leave town early in the morning. Where's Chet and the girls?"
"Chet's out of town and won't be back until early in the morning. Thea's asleep and Susan is--uhh, out on a date. We've got a couple of hours before she gets back."
"Right on. I haven't had a shot of ass since I sneaked over here at noon day before yesterday. I've been dreaming of your hot, tight asshole ever since. Come on, where'll we get it on, your room or the guest room?"
"The guest room," Marsha said, leading him in that direction, "and you can forget the asshole bit tonight; it's sore, and my pussy has been smoking for you all day."
"Why that lousy sonofabitch," Chet hissed sibilantly, "he's been fucking Marsha behind my back-those two have got some explaining to do."
"What difference does it make, Daddy?" Susan whispered, rubbing her tits suggestively against his back. "As long as Mommy is there for you when you want her, what's it to you what she does with her body in her free time?"
It's just the principle of the thing," Chet whispered back "If they can do it, so can Sahra and L"
"So can we," Susan breathed on his neck. "What?'
"So can we," Susan repeated. "You want me pregnant, you get me pregnant."
"Get serious, girl-I'm your father, for Christ's sake."
"So what? Do the terms of the will state that incest negates all claims?"
"Uhhh-uhhh-well, uhh-nooo, it's not that, it's just-oh God, Susy, don't tempt me. When I saw you naked in there my cock got so hard I thought it would break-Jeeezus, baby, don't play with me-come on, come on-get dressed-well go to a motel."
"Go to a motel? What for, isn't my bed good enough?"
"But-but-Thea might wake up, we can't do anything here."
"What if she does? I told her what's happening, and she wants to get into the act herself. She wants you to fuck her as bad as I do, so she certainly won't tell anybody."
"Oh my God," Chet moaned, closing her door completely and ripping his clothes off, "I must be out of my mind-I must be crazy-but I can't help it, it's not just the will-I want you, baby, I've wanted you since you were thirteen, you're so goddamned sexy, just like your mother was when she was your age, only more so."
Susan lay across her bed with her thighs raised and spread as Marsha's had been earlier. Her bed was separated from Thea's only by a nightstand, and she knew that her sister was staring right into her wide-open cunt. She knew that Thea would have a perfect, close-up view of Chet's giant cock pounding in and out of her, and she also knew that her horny, virgin sister wasn't going to let Chet out of the room without getting her own cunt split by the cock that both of them had longed for since puberty.
Chet surprised and puzzled his daughter by dropping to his knees on the carpeted floor and lifting and spreading her luscious thighs higher and wider.
"Teeezus, is your cunt ever lovely," Chet moaned, staring at the wet, pink, hair-fringed slit, sniffing and snuffing great lungs full of her fresh, young cunt odor.
"Oh God, oh God," he croaked over and over again, "I can't stand it. If I start sucking this sweet thing, I'll never be able to stop-I'd-I'd eat you alive, girl."
Susan had never had her cunt sucked, and just feeling Chet's face close to her there, feeling his hot, panting breath fanning her clit, thrilled her to her fingertips. Hooking her arms under her knees and rolling almost into a ball as she doubled her legs back over her shoulders, she panted, "Oh, Daddy, kiss it-lick it-please, I want you to."
She sucked in a hissing lungful of air and held it as Chet's experienced tongue began flicking and fluttering over her blood-engorged clit "When she had to breathe again, her lungs emptied themselves with an explosive whoosh. She began grinding her steaming loins into her father's greedily sucking mouth. A keening whimper rose in her throat, stars danced before her eyes; never had anything made her pussy, her entire being feel so giddily, drunkenly good.
His tongue curled and lashed up and down her slime-leaking gash like a snake with its head cut off, coiling and convulsing in the throes of death.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy-Daddy-Daddy," she chanted in a singsong litany of ecstasy, "it's so good, sooooo goooood-do it to me, Daddy -lick my pussy-suck it, Daddy, suck it."
Chet stabbed his long, wet tongue into the puckered, brown ring of her asshole, and she almost screamed, almost fainted, but he was out again before either reaction could be carried out. Like a blind mouse seeking its home, Chet's tongue darted from hole to hole. With his tongue jammed in to the limit, he sucked the softly corrugated, sweet, pulpy flesh of her love channel as though he were sucking juice from an orange.
Finally he let his tongue dance back up to her quivering clit and let it light there, linger there, licking like he had never licked a clit before. Susan suddenly released her hold on her legs and clamped both hands over her mouth to muffle the scream that the most thundering orgasm she had ever experienced knocked out of her throat.
"Fuck me now, Daddy," she pleaded as soon as she could speak again, "ohh, pleeease f-fuck me-I want your cock."
With an animal-like snarling growl, completely out of his mind with lust, Chet rose to his knees on the bed and fell between Susan's flailing, flashing thighs. She reached down and held her cunt lips open wide for him, and had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming again as the fist-like head of his outsized cock slammed against her womb on the first savage, pile-driving thrust.
She jerked her bottom back in anguish and fear, but he followed her on his knees, slugging cock into her splitting, spitting cunt like a maniac. She saw stars; she thought her heart was going to jump out of her mouth, but there was no escaping, she had to take the punishment that he was meting out. Her head was jammed against the wall, her knees hooked over his shoulders, and she could feel his meaty long dong plowing up into her belly.
As suddenly as the pain started, though, it was gone. Only the fullness, the thrill, the ecstasy remained. His cock was hitting spots, massaging sensitive depths of her gripping, squeezing love sheath that had never been touched before. She squealed her boundless pleasure and began fucking him back with all of her vital, horny, young strength.
By now Chet was sweating profusely, and his breath wheezed in and out of his lungs in searing gasps. He found himself not so much fucking his daughter as being fucked by her. Her ass was a bucking, dancing blur under him; she rode his cock like a surfboard. Grabbing him by the hair and smashing his drooling lips down on hers, she shrieked into his mouth, "Ohhhh, D-D-Dad-Dad-dyyyyyy, I-I-I'm c-commmmminnnng!"
The words were music to Chet's ears. He had shot a gushing load into Marsha's hot, slick cunt less than an hour ago, and though he was not about to come again so soon, he was pussy whipped and more than glad to pry himself from between her clamping thighs and roll heavily over on his back in the three-quarter-sized bed.
His eyes were closed, his mouth was open as he gulped in great tired breaths of air; his cock was standing between his thighs, still as stiff as a board. He was trying to think when he had a cunt that was so tight, so hot, so slickly, suckingly, bitingly good. He couldn't remember. His mind was blown completely out of kilter. Even when the soft hot hand clamped itself around his throbbing cock, it didn't register on his teeming brain.
Chet had completely forgotten about Thea, asleep-or supposedly asleep-in the adjoining bed, and when he felt the hot, moist breath tickling his cockhead, he assumed that Susan was down there playing with him. The mouth that engulfed the thick swollen glans was as soft as silk, as hot as could be, as gentle as a spring breeze. This he could deal with, not having to move, only having to lie still and enjoy-enjoy.
"My God, Susy," he groaned huskily, reaching down to grasp both hands full of hair on the head that was now busily bobbing between his thighs, "girl, where did you learn to suck cock like this? Jeezus, your mouth is pure magic."
Susan giggled into Chet's ear, then clamped her own mouth on her thoroughly shocked father's. Chet realized that the hair he was holding was long and silky, not short-cropped and curly like Susan's. He realized that Susan couldn't possibly be kissing his lips and sucking his cock at the same time, and he actually sprang up to a sitting position, dragging Susan with him, and stared wide-eyed down at Thea, as she dragged his cock almost all the way into her gulping throat.
Before Chet could speak, Susan had regained possession of his lips, was twisting and grinding her soft, rubbery-nippled breasts against his hairy chest, forcing him back down on his back. Thea sucked his cock as though she had been practicing for years. Her lips, tongue, jaws all were working in perfect synchronization with her tightly gripping, frantically stroking fist.
Thea stopped moments before his orgasm began to tingle in his balls. He couldn't see her, but he could feel her slender young body slide up his. He could feel her long, slim thighs drape themselves on either side of his hips. He held his breath as the fist that had never let go of the stalk of his manhood angled the long shaft upward, pressed the head to an opening that was so small it was not an opening. Then he almost screamed as the tiny orifice spread around his cockhead with a trembling, pulsating suction that was frightening, it was so electrifyingly good. The heat from her loins seemed to be all concentrated in that burning, tightly stretched hole. The juices that oozed out of her cunt, lubricating the bulbous head, seemed to be on the verge of boiling.
Chet lunged his hips up from the bed, and Thea gave a tiny, whimpering shriek as she jerked up higher on her knees to keep the bludgeon of his cock from ripping her asunder. She had almost all of the head inside her now. She was taking it as she knew she could take it, slow and easy, a little bit at a time, and she wasn't about to let him ruin this glorious, first-time sensation by hurting her too badly.
With both of them holding him down, already tired himself, Chet had no choice but to lie still and let the young girl have her way. He inadvertently bit down on the wet, darting tongue probing deeply in his mouth when his cockhead slipped all the way into the flaming cauldron of Thea's mini-cunt. From that point on it was just a matter of concentrating to keep from blasting his nuts before she got it all the way in.
With a cry of pure, boundless ecstasy, Thea threw all caution to the wind, and sat down, slid down the long, greased pole in one endless motion. The pain caused her to rise up again sharply, and when she eased down again, she took only half-up again, down again-and three-fourths of the gigantic stalk disappeared into her split to bursting love hole-up, up, up, then down, down, down, and she was home free. She had it in her to the hairs, and all she felt was pride in her ability to take it all and pleasure in feeling it quivering against her womb.
As her orgasm started, Chet's orgasm started, and they both went wild. Susan was knocked almost completely out of the bed in the ensuing love scuffle, and now it was Thea lying full-length on her father's heaving, hairy chest, grunting and groaning into his mouth as the first cock-induced orgasm of her life shook her to the very roots of her being.
Long after his breathing was back down to normal, and the sweat had begun to dry on his body, Chet lay staring at his two lovely daughters hovering over him, posing and posturing for him. He wondered if any other man in the world could ever be so ungodly lucky to have such a sex bomb of an insatiable wife to please him in any way he wanted, and two teenaged daughters, indescribably pretty, indescribably sexy, giving themselves to him, forcing him to fuck them.
He had forgotten the original purpose of getting at least one of them fucked until he rolled tiredly out of bed and began searching for his clothes.
"Where are you going, Daddy?" Susan asked. "To bed," Chet answered. "I could sleep for a week."
"Aren't you forgetting something."
"Forgetting something? What."
"Vou didn't come in me. How do you expect me to get pregnant if you didn't come in me?"
"Oh my God," Chet groaned, "not tonight, baby. I'm not up to it-later."
"Later my ass," Susan smiled pleasantly. "You're not leaving this room until you shoot a load into my womb, Daddy, so drop that shirt and get your gorgeous hunk of meat back in this bed."