Chapter 15
Harold was used to his wife, Grace, screwing all hands. Hell! They had reached an understanding years ago. When they were out and could swap partners, they did. If either could pick up some strange stuff on the side, that was fine. And, if they were alone, they settled for each other. So, he wasn't mad at Grace for screwing her son-in-law. What bugged him was that she was using the dildo on Trudy. His one and only daughter. His beautiful, sexy, big-titted daughter. The daughter he had watched grow from a stick into a magnificent hunk of sensual, delectable womanhood.
Harold had wanted to fuck Trudy ever since she dropped her towel, at fourteen, while racing from the bathroom to her bedroom and he had caught a glimpse of her ripened, youthful, voluptuous figure. He had even made overtures in that direction over the years while kissing her goodnight (by holding the kiss just a fraction longer) or by mashing one of her lustrous tits (when they horse-play wrestled about the house). He had even gone so far as to wake her up in the morning by stripping off her covers and patting her warm, resilient ass globes and saying (in a kidding manner and with a grin, just in case she took it wrong), "No one's home, kitten. Time to get up and get your old man's breakfast. So get up, or I'll crawl into bed with you." But she had always blushed and looked embarrassed so he backed off. But Lord, had he ever pined to fuck her!
Now here she was, lying naked on the bed, all pink and white and sweaty from just being fucked with Grace's God damn dildo, while he had a hard-on that he could use for a tire iron. That's why he was angry. He wanted to fuck his daughter.
"Now, now." Grace didn't bother to cover her panting body nor remove the dildo. "Simmer down, Harold! You know perfectly well what we've been doing. What are you so bent up about?"
"Yeah, Dad!" Tom's eyes were shining in expectation and he was already stripping off his clothes. "They were fucking! What's the big deal? Just get your britches off and let's join the party!"
Chuck didn't need a second invitation. Hell. The whole gang was here and it was no secret to Harold that Chuck had been fucking Grace for the past two years. He began peeling off his tee-shirt and jeans. It was Hank who didn't know what to do.
Hank had just married into this family three weeks ago. Granted he had already fucked Grace, but that didn't mean it was done with Harold's permission! Harold was a big, big man! Besides, Harold was mad. Was it because he was in bed with Grace? Had the old bull seen him fucking Grace in the ass while Grace laid the dildo on Trudy? What in the hell was going on? What was going to happen?.
Trudy was in a mild state of embarrassed shock. Up until a week ago, nobody had touched her body except Hank, her husband. Now she had been caught by her father allowing her mother to fuck her with an imitation prick. Oh God, how humiliating!
"You're blushing, sis." Tom grinned at her. He was now undressed and his beautiful, massive, long cock was swinging straight out from his patch of brown, curly pubic hairs. "What for?" Tom continued. "You've seen this before." He grabbed and waved his enormous love-wand at her. "Besides, Dad didn't mean it was wrong to fuck, he meant that you ain't going to be the fucker... we are!" Tom motioned toward Chuck, Harold, and himself.
That little speech broke open Harold's four-year-old yearning. "Right." He grinned and began removing his own clothes. "Hank there, needs recuperating, and seeing I'm the oldest and boss of this household, I get first choice."
When he stripped off his shorts and bared his prick to Trudy's view, her senses whirled. Good Christ! It must have been used as the model for the dildo. It was huge. Immense! Enormous! The only difference was the her daddy's gigantic cudgel was made of hot, vibrant meat that could spit and belch boiling jism into her cooze. Trudy's heart beat faster and her entire groin cavity gnawed and craved the massive, masculine gristle.
Her embarrassment disappeared in a flash as her desire washed away all semblance of morality. What the fuck! Hadn't she already screwed everyone in this room except her daddy? So what was wrong with that? NOTHING!
Trudy used her most powerful, seductive smile on her daddy while rolling her shoulders to make her ripe, quivering, voluptuous breasts quiver and tremble. "Me, Daddy! You've had mother-before!"
Harold's eyes shone with pleasure and anticipation. "Right!" he breathed, then over his shoulder, "You two can flip for seconds."
"Seconds, hell!" Chuck said and started for the bed. "Grace is free. Get that damn dildo off, honey. Here I come, ready or not."
Harold came to the bed and looked at Hank. "Do you mind?" He motioned toward his lovely daughter.
What the hell could Hank say? He had just been caught fucking the man's wife in her ass. "No," Hank shook his head, "not at all." He scrambled off the bed and made room for Harold. "I've got to recoup anyway. Be my guest."
Harold motioned Grace and Chuck to the other side of the bed. "Give us some room," he said, then to Trudy, "You sure you can handle this?" He held out his enormous, fattened prick for her inspection.
Oh my! Trudy wanted to leap at the marvelous, enchanting cudgel. She had never in her life seen a cock quite so huge or preciously lascivious in its throbbing, threatening lustfulness. She reached out her tiny, hot, eager hand and tried to encircle the tantalizing monster. "Ohhhshit," quivered from her mouth as the wanting, craving desire surged in great profusion throughout her young, glistening, gluttonous body. Her fingers wouldn't fit around the immense girth, and that alone twitched her palpitating cunt into oozing the hot, slippery juices that would be needed to swallow such a hammer. "I can... I can handle it, daddy." Trudy smiled up at her father. "Only slowly at first, OK?"
Harold laughed in cheerful exaltation. His dreams were about to come true. He was not only going to fuck his sensual, beautiful sexy daughter, but she was going to help him! Oh he knew he had to have died and gone to heaven. He crawled on the bed beside her, planted his greedy lips over her delicious, wanton mouth and cupped one of her resilient globes of sensuous delight. Oh my God, but he was going to enjoy this. He was going to enjoy it all!
Grace had had her ass fucked and her clitoris rubbed and teased by the miniature phallus in the dildo's cup. But what she really needed right now was a roaring cock in her starving, itching, craving hole. She scooted to the opposite side of the king sized bed and opened her arms for Chuck. Chuck's prick wasn't quite as large as Tom's, a good deal smaller than Harold's but a monster beside Hank's. But then after all these years, the size of a cock wasn't important to her anymore. It was how the man used it.
More than any of the men here, Chuck could damn near fuck forever. He had that kind of control. She spread her eager thighs and directed Chuck's prick into her searing, yearning fuck-cave and sighed in contentment as the long, luxurious, sensuous strokes began warming and popping throughout her body.
"Shit!" Tom said. "I can't watch this. I'll end up lacking off." He motioned to Hank. "Let's get a bite to eat. It's going to be a while before those studs blow their nuts." Hank and Tom left the room. For some reason, Trudy was glad. She thought she didn't mind fucking before Hank, but obviously she did. She closed her eyes and allowed her daddy to squeeze and pull and mash her volatile breasts as his searing hot tongue fluttered about her mouth, sending delicious cravings ricocheting and cascading within her.
Trudy enjoyed the French-kissing, but she couldn't get her mind off of her daddy's gigantic prick. She reached down until her hand closed on the huge cock-bulb. She quivered again from the feeling and rubbed the satin soft, rubbery, hot knob.
Harold loved his daughter's attention to his prick but more than that, he was thoroughly enjoying the sensuous, lascivious freshness of a beautiful, magnificently built teenager. He released her knowing mouth and dipped his lips to her voluptuous breast nipples. Ah shit! It was wonderful to make love again to youth. As he mashed and pinched and squeezed the warm, pliant breast, he allowed his other hand to roam over her sparkling, tumultuous, velvet soft, eager body.
He rubbed and gently squeezed the skin over her hard stomach muscles. He roamed and teased her puffy mons veneris, but carefully avoided her hunching pussy. He moved his calloused hands around her bucking quim and rubbed her torrid, perspiration-covered inner thighs, then came back up and went around to her cuddlesome, churning ass mounds. All the while his lovely daughter was mashing and rubbing the knob of his cock. She was getting to him. It was time!
Harold released his daughter's succulent nipple and crawled on her radiating, willing body and positioned himself between her velvet soft, fiery thighs. "Are you ready, honey?" he asked.
"Oh yes, daddy. Yes. Fuck me! Stick it in me!" Harold looked down between their bodies and set the massive head of his prick dead centre of her flaming cunt and pushed a little just to love-juice slick it up for the penetration. Shit. It was good. He pushed a little harder and three-quarters of his immense cock-glans squeezed into her tiny glowing cavern before the horrible thought banged into his brain, She's too small for met I'm not going to be able to get my cock in her! Oh Lord! He didn't know what to do.
If he continued to force and strain his prick into his daughter, he might tear her pussy and possibly hurt her internally. But if he didn't try, he would lose his mind. He had been waiting so long to fuck her! So what should he do? What could he do?
Harold looked down at his beautiful daughter's face that was so contorted in rapturous submission. Her breath was barely panting from her full, pouting wanton lips and little "ooohh's" and "awwwww's" and "don't hurt me, papa, Gently, papa's" were puffing up and into his ear drums. What the shit could he do? Wait! She was panting something else? He listened closely, his ear down to her downy lips. "In, papa, put it in, papa. Fuck me, papa. Fuck me!" That did it. Harold couldn't stand to deny his daughter anything. He reached down and grabbed handfuls of her radiating ass-cheeks. He gripped them tightly so she couldn't wiggle away then lunged his roaring. volatile, huge, monstrous prick into her satin-soft, slippery, hot fuck-ravine. It was so ungodly tight, but it did go in! "Ohhhhh!" Trudy panted in sudden blinding pain-ecstasy, then splayed her legs as far as possible and pulled on her daddy's back. "More," she begged, "more. Give it all to me!"
Harold damn near came in excitement. He tightened his ass muscles and squeezed down on his prostate gland to stop the majestic bliss. "In a moment, kitten," he ground out between clenched teeth. "Give me a moment." Then he strained to control himself.
Grace looked over and saw the concentration on Harold's face and the excruciatingly painful bliss on Trudy's. She had to control herself to keep from laughing. She knew all too well what each was going through. Harold had a monstrous cock, but it was almost too much for a woman to enjoy. She had discovered over the years that medium pricks, well handled, brought greater enjoyment in the long run than the cudgel her husband had swinging between his legs. Still, she could appreciate Trudy's willingness to try Harold's vast pole. It certainly did reach inside a woman.
As for Harold, he was experiencing the captivating deliciousness of a young, tight cunt. Yes! She knew what they were going through, and they could have it. She wrapped her glistening, eager thighs about Chuck's slow, tantalizing ass hillocks and moaned from the salacious, incandescent building luxury as his heated prick oozed in and out of her cum-shimmering hole.
Harold felt one drop of elegant, glorious jism seep from his straining cock monster and knew he had stayed the heavenly orgasm. Now he should be good for an hour of tremendous fucking. He relaxed and withdrew his half-embedded gigantic gristle to the lips of Trudy's raging, cum-slick pussy and eased back in the velvety, searing, delectable furnace another three inches or more. He had to be careful. He was so long and large that if he didn't feel his way into a woman, he could bottom out long before he was completely in.
Harold hated that! For some reason there were women he just couldn't get all . the way into. He ended up cumming with only three-quarters or so of his insistent colossal piece in them. Harold backed another two inches and rammed deeper, but stopped when he felt his dart-shaped glans-penis prod the opening of Trudy's womb.
"Ohhh dadddyyyy!" Trudy moaned and quivered in rapid mini-orgasms. "Ram it in! Put it all in me!"
Harold's lust spiralled to the heavens. Trudy wanted him in her all the way. Oh God bless his wonderful daughter. He backed again and thrust hard against the small cervix. Her back pussy wall yielded slowly, luxuriously, exogenously to his spear glans-penis and welcomed all of his enormous weapon into her tight love-tunnel.
Oh shit, was it ever heaven! It was the most intense, delicious, majestic feeling of precious carnal passion that he had ever experienced.
Slowly, succulently, lustfully he moved his massive flagellum back and forth within her fiery fuck furnace and rejoiced in the salacious, tumultuous pleasure that he was giving his daughter. She was going cum-crazy. Her beautiful face was contorted in unholy, intense, insistent, erogenous ecstasy and she flailed her head from side to side while calling: "Daddy. Daddy. Fuck me, daddy. Take it out. Daddy, I can't stand it. Fuck me. Fuck me. OOHHHHH GAAWWWDDDDD!" and her wee ass bucked upward and her ardent.,wild cunt clutched and grabbed at his massive, fervent prick.
"She doesn't know what she wants, does she?" Tom nudged Hank. They had finished their sandwiches and had just walked into the room. "Why don't you shut her up?"
Hank was confused. "Shut her up?"
"Sure!" Tom grinned. "You like blow jobs, don't you? You have a hard-on! Go stick it in her mouth."
Hank grinned. Hell. It was a great idea. His cock had hardened up by just watching the fucking going on. "What about you?" he asked. "You're ready too. What are you going to do, jack off?"
"No way." Tom grabbed the bottle of mineral oil and poured some on his large, reddened prick. "I'm going to stick this up ma's ass while Chuck is in her cunt. She-likes it that way. Go on, have sis blow you." Tom set the bottle down and was rubbing the oil over his prick as he walked to the bed. "She'll love it."
Grace did! When she saw Tom coming to her side of the bed with his oil-gleaming prick standing straight out in luminous deliciousness, she hunched her pelvis until she tipped Chuck on his side and offered her resilient, ravenous ass globes for Tom's tremendous sceptre.
When Tom was in position and had positioned his heated prick against her ardent, aroused ass-hole, she bore down as if to shit so Tom's scintillating, sensuous slammer would slide into her craving cavern with splendid, lascivious ease. When Tom's torrid, thick, long cock was completely in her ass-hole, Grace closed her eyes to the ungodly, enchanting deliciousness.
In all her years of fucking, this was the greatest of all. Tom and Chuck worked as a team. As Chuck withdrew his monstrous, glowing, lustrous cock, Tom would plunge his sensuous, tremendous piston into her ass-hole. Then as Tom withdrew, Chuck would pump his lust cannon into her insatiable labyrinth depths.
It was a mind-boggling carnal experience. Cascades of shining, luxurious, erogenous ecstasy bathed her body and soul as the two boys staccatoed unprecedented, majestic cum-rapture throughout her body. She was babbling in lustful delirium and didn't care. It was ungodly good! "Oooohhhh fuck me, boys! Fuck me! Harder! Faster! OH GOD, FUCK ME!"
Hank caught Trudy's head as it flailed back and forth across the pillow, and tipped her face until her mouth was open and gaping. "Don't bite!" he cautioned, then slid his throbbing prick into her salivating, fervent mouth. Shit, it was wonderful! The further his cock went into her satin hot, saliva-slick mouth the better it felt. He had just finished fucking Grace's ass not more than ten minutes ago, yet his balls reacted to Trudy's gulping, sucking mouth as if he hadn't been fucked for a month.
He couldn't stop plunging his prick into Trudy's enchanting oral cavern. His excited, craving prong slipped past her teeth, and plunged into the gripping, swallowing, satin throat masturbation of her velvet throat. He didn't quit pushing until his pelvis was pressing against Trudy's pouting, fervent lips. Then his nuts exploded and erupted great gobs of rapturous cum down her throat. It had been the shortest blow job he had ever had, but the greatest.
Harold couldn't control himself either. When he first cut off the initial orgasm he thought he would be able to fuck for an hour. But after entering Trudy's scorching, unbelievably tight but sucking womb, the gratification of a charring hot, cum-slick cunt-tube that was his daughter's was too much for his raging balls. He gripped both of Trudy's voluptuous, perspiration shimmering, resilient breasts and tried to rip and tear the sensuous insanity that her body was giving him from the quivering, submissive globes.
Harold tried to stop his volatile, exquisite orgasm but he was helpless in the lascivious ecstasy that one more plunge promised. He backed his thunderous monster completely out of her grasping, precious, raging womb and thrust savagely back into the carnal, magnificent, mind-blowing lust pool. That did it! His balls erupted in a raging, glorious, ecstatic burst of carnality amplified, straining frenzied and roaring cupfuls of salacious, glorious jism into Trudy's surrendering, lascivious cunt.
Trudy's mind, body, and soul were, a twirling, whirling maelstrom of rapturous fuck insanity. The dual, boiling hot, delicious jism of Hank and her daddy were too much for her tender years. Just prior to their Gumming, her whole body had been racked and twisted, propelled and ripped in a delirious cascade of orgasmic plethora. She had never reached such heights. It was a rapturous, frantic fog, an exquisite, excruciating fuck-harvest of unparalleled bliss. Then when both her loved ones shot scorching, succulent cups of ecstatic love-juice into her body, it was like pouring oil on a fire. She was consumed in luxurious, salacious splendour and her inexperienced emotions could not handle it. She surrendered to the masochistic plethora of orgasmic rapture and passed out.
Trudy opened her eyes to a grinning five some. Her mother was stroking her forehead. Tom, Chuck, her husband Hank, and her daddy were all standing beside the bed, naked and with their assorted-sized pricks reddened and half hard.
"Well now, baby," her mother said, "I guess you liked it?"
Trudy hugged herself with her emotions. "Oh yes!" she said. "It was... was...? "
"Just the start." Tom grinned down at her. "Now we change partners. Chuck and I get you, while dad and Hank pleasure ma! Is that all right with you?"
Trudy looked at her wonderful family and at all those wonderful cocks. God! Why had she waited so long to enjoy fucking? And now that it was all out in the open, she could admit the truth her mother had told her. There was no sense in pretending any longer. She was a nymphomaniac and loved it!
"Why wouldn't it be?" She smiled up at her grinning brother. "It's me and mother against you men." Trudy looked over to her mother. "Right, mama? We'll fuck them into the ground!"
Her mother laughed and scooted to the other side of the king-sized bed. "That's my daughter," she said. "Come on, boys. It's all even now."
Trudy splayed her glistening, wanton thighs for Tom. Now that she had finally admitted who and what she was, life was going to be beautiful. Fucking beautiful! "Come on, brother," she hunched her damp, eager pussy at him, "give it to me!"