Chapter 8
Kate Ryan was back in Jim's office a few days after he'd set up shop again. Once more she had a family problem to bring to her brother the doctor.
Jim read her mind right away. "It's Clint, isn't it, Sis?"
Wincing at the mention of her husband, Kate said, "He's back from his business trip and I don't know how to deal with it at all. Every time the kids and I want to fuck he's in the way. Same goes with seeing you. That's why I haven't called since you and Ginger and I had our little orgy. Clint got home the next day and he's been watching me like a hawk ever since. I think he suspects I'm having an affair."
Jim raised an eyebrow. "Why would he think that?"
"Probably," Kate sheepishly revealed, "because I won't let him touch me anymore. Know it'd be smarter if I just gave into him and did my duty like I always have before in bed. But the idea of fucking a man who can't make me come is more than I can take anymore."
"Have you talked with the kids about it?" Jim asked.
"That's why I'm here," Kate answered. "Ginger and Larry and I agreed that if anybody'd have an idea it'd be you. A doctor knows what makes people tick. So what do I do about this damned husband of mine to keep him from ruining everything?"
"Well, you can always divorce him," Jim suggested.
"Then who'll support me and the kids?" countered Kate. "I've never worked a day in my life and you know that penny-pinching bastard would hold out on me as much as he could. For that I'd need a brother who's a smart lawyer instead of a doctor. Can't you think of something less drastic?"
"Depends on how you look at it."
"Try me," Kate said with a sigh of desperation.
"Well, you can either cut Clint loose, or do just the opposite," Jim replied. "In other words, give him the chance to be one of us."
"That settles it," Kate scoffed at her brother's second alternative. "I'll see a lawyer tomorrow and file for divorce. My God, Clint one of us? haven't heard anything so silly, since—"
"Since Ginger told you the same thing?" Jim cut in.
Kate stammered, "H-how'd you know that?"
"She was here first," Jim now revealed. "Yesterday, with Larry. The three of us had a nice long talk. Sis, sorry you have to be the last one to know, but we've already decided what needs to be done about Clint."
"With," Kate gulped, "or without me?"
"Just listen, Sis," Jim patiently said. "You might be surprised at how much sense it makes."
The full impact of how her brother and children had been scheming behind her back sinking in, a numbed Kate was speechless. But then Jim went on to explain the details of the plan he and the kids had worked out concerning Clint. And Kate soon found herself so intrigued in spite of her original misgivings that she was hanging on every word. Until ...
"Yes!" she uncontrollably declared. "I'll do it! I must be crazy to say I will ... but, mmm, I'd be even crazier not to. Anything that gets me this hot about my own husband's got to be worth trying!"
Clint Ryan was the type of guy who liked to save his surprises for when he was off on his own. Away on business, he often prowled motel bars for whatever action popped up, especially young pussy. On his last trip, for instance, he'd wound up in bed sucking and fucking a set of nineteen-year-old twins, coming so much he felt like he was nineteen again himself. But in his own house, routine was his thing.
Given this, it was no wonder that Clint was grumbling to himself about the behavior of his wife. Not that Kate was such a great piece of ass or anything but he still wanted to go through the motions of their weekly fuck. Clint just expected her to be there with her legs spread.
But now ...
"If the bitch won't put out for me," he muttered under his breath behind his evening paper, "then there's gotta be another guy."
The idea of his wife cheating on him had a strange affect on Clint Ryan. The more he thought about Kate putting out for someone else, the harder his cock got. He'd started fantasizing about watching her getting fucked. Indeed, he'd begun considering spying on her to catch her in the act. Then, of course, he guessed, he'd take great pleasure in beating the hell out of the double-crossing bitch.
In short, with the rhythm of his home life so upset by the unexpected experience of dwelling on his own wife as a sex object, Clint was a bundle of nerves. For the first dine since they'd been dating, he'd started watching the way Kate's ass moved every time she walked across the room. Even more, though, his fascination had passed on to the next generation—his own daughter.
Now that his suspicions about Kate had been aroused, he found himself also imagining the worst about Ginger. After all, if he had reason to believe that his wife was cheating on him, the next step was to wonder if his precious little girl was really a virgin. And his hard-on just got harder.
On this particular evening, these thoughts eating away at him, Clint finally lectured himself, "Not doing myself any good with this on my mind. Cock's so stiff I can't even get out of my chair. Got to concentrate on something else. Just sit here and force myself to read this damned paper until my head's back on straight."
His eyes landed on an article about a mass murder, and he was ready to memorize every word if that's what it took to forget about sex in connection with his family. But the newspaper would go unread, as Clint now over heard a heated exchange from the hallway that immediately had him on edge of his chair.
"What're you gonna do about it, Mom?" Ginger sputtered. "I mean, Larry didn't even have his door closed this afternoon. I was just minding my own business, walking down the hall and I couldn't miss it. There he was, my own brother, with his hand on his ... his ... thing!"
"And I suppose you didn't know boys did that to themselves," Kate scoffed at her daughter's outrage. "I know you're supposed to be a virgin, but this is ridiculous."
"Well, if that's what boys do to themselves, at least they could keep their doors closed," Ginger shot back to her mother. "I shouldn't have to be reminded how different they are from us."
"How different is that, young lady?" Kate asked.
"Well," Ginger huffed, "no normal girl would ever do anything like that to herself."
"She wouldn't?"
"Of course not," Clinger maintained.
"Hmmm, something tells me we'd better have a little mother-daughter talk, my dear," Kate said. "Being a virgin doesn't mean you have any right to be this dumb. Come here, into my room. It's time for you to grow up a little bit."
Then, with Clint listening in suspense, a door closed. Silence followed. What in the world, he wondered, was going on in there between his wife and daughter?
His curiosity like a drug, Clint left his chair and moved toward the hallway. Then, once there, he overheard a definitely girlish moan filtering through the closed door at which he stared.
Clint then heard more, with no doubt now that it was his daughter's voice. "Oh, Mom, why didn't you show me this a long time ago? And I thought it was just something boys did."
"Okay, I've showed how it works," Kate answered. "New you do it to yourself. That's right, up at the top ... where the little button is that I already rubbed for you ... rub it yourself;"
"Hope I do it right, half as good as you showed me, Mom," Ginger said anxiously. "Ooooh, I ammmmm!"
"Keep it up, darling," Kate urged. "Faster, faster."
"Oh, God," Ginger swooned, "if what Larry was doing to himself felt this super, I can see why he was in such a hurry that he forgot to shut his door!"
Then Ginger's voice trailed off into a long, throaty groan that almost made the door which her father had his ear against vibrate.
"Mom, was that ... what I just felt. What I think it was?" Ginger anxiously asked when she'd caught her breath.
"Yes, darling," Kate purred. "You just came. Made your cunt come by playing with your cunt just as much as your brother came when you saw him with his hand on his cock."
"But when Larry did it," Ginger noted, "a whole bunch of something creamy shot out."
"Girls don't shoot, they ooze, darling," mother told daughter; "But that doesn't mean their cunts aren't just as wet as any cock when they come. Here, give me your hand, feel how juicy."
"Oh, Mom, it's sooo sticky," Ginger sighed.
"Why don't you taste it?" mother suggested to daughter.
There was a brief pause, then slurping, then Ginger gurgling, "Mmmm, Mom, it's sooo sweet. Are you that way down there? Do you have a sweet, sticky, juicy cunt, Mom?"
"You'd have to make up your own mind about that, darling." Kate purred.
"Could I, please, Mom? Right now?"
"I'd never forgive you if you didn't sweetheart. Look under my skirt."
Another short pause and then Ginger panted, "No panties, Mom?"
"Not a stitch, princess," Kate answered. "And you don't have to use just your fingers, either. Your tongue'd taste how sweet my cunt is for you a whole lot quicker."
"You mean?"
"I surely do, darling. Eat me, Ginger, eat mommy's cunt!"
"I could never ... not that," Ginger haltingly answered, sounding as if she were finally drawing the line; But then she kittenishly giggled "Unless, of course, you ate my cunt at the same time I'm eating yours!"
"Dear, it's nice of you to ask," Kate chuckled in reply, "but if you hadn't it wouldn't have made any difference. I'd already made up my mind that your cunt's my meat and that's all there is to it, even if I'd had to rape you with my mouth."
"Oh, Mom, now I'm not just asking, I'm begging for it!" Ginger squealed.
"You'll give me back as good as you get?"
"Just try me, Mom!"
"Mmm-hmmmm!"
And outside the door, Clint heard the bedsprings squeak from inside. Then a combination of female slurping and moaning. Although he could picture in his mind's eye what must be happening, there was no way he could resist actually Witnessing it. When the door turned out to be slightly ajar, all he had to do was nudge it.
Clint Ryan's wife and daughter were sixty-nining. He knew he should be shocked. He also knew, as a responsible husband and father, that he should put a stop to it. But, most of all, as a human male, he knew that he had a hard-on which threatened to bust right out of his pants.
Well, Clint thought, at least he had a pretty good idea now why his wife was giving him the cold shoulder in bed. Instead of another man, Kate's secret life dealt with other women. When and where she'd gotten a taste for pussy, Clint had no idea, but the results were certainly there for him to plainly see. If Kate was horny enough to seduce their own daughter, she must be a real dyke ...
Then, his mental gears meshing, a logical conclusion occurred to Clint. Namely, if somebody didn't do something, Kate would turn Ginger into a lesbian, too. This greatly disturbed Clint. If his wife had a taste for pussy, at least she was old enough to have made up her own mind. But his daughter was so young and innocent, so easily influenced.
"I can't let Kate get away with this," Clint vowed under his ragged breath. "Ginger's my daughter, too. What a girl's father has to teach her is just as important as what she learns from her mother."
By this point Clint had definitely decided what it was his responsibility to do. It would be for Ginger's own good. Under these circumstances, he told himself, any decent father would do the same.
And so certain he was on the right track, Clint was able to walk away from the mother-daughter scene, confident that only he could save Ginger becoming a lesbian. Just as soon as he was able to get her alone.
Then, as though fate was definitely on his side, Clint was gifted with an opportunity to make his move sooner than he'd expected. For the phone rang. It was for Kate, giving Clint the chance to break up the action in the bedroom by calling to his wife that her brother wanted to talk to her. And, after she'd spoken to Jim. Kate announced that something had come up and she had to leave.
Within moments, she was out the door. When he heard the car drive away, Clint could hardly believe his incredible luck. And now, his cock like a crowbar in his pants, he approached the bedroom where his daughter still remained.
"Mom, is that you?" Ginger whispered when the door squeaked on its hinges.
Her father appeared. Ginger frantically reached for the bedspread to cover the fact that she was naked below the waist.
"D-Daddy, I don't-think you ought to be in here," Ginger stammered. "I-I thought mom was coming back."
"She had to leave," Clint said, slowly approaching the bed. "I'm taking over for her now."
"A-about what, Daddy?"
"You know."
Then, standing directly over his daughter, Clint used his superior strength to pull the spread aside despite her clutching grip on it. His eyes immediately popped. From across the room he hadn't really noticed it before. How hairy his daughter's cunt was. Seeing it this close seemed to abruptly add a couple of extra inches to his already raging bard-on.
"Daddy ... what're you gonna do to me?" Ginger choked.
"Just give you the other side of the story, darling. Your mother's not the only one who has something to teach you about the facts of life. I think you'll like what I've got to show you even better than what happened between you and her."
That said, Clint took his daughter's wrist and brought her hand to his swollen fly. Made her feel the coiled bulge of his rigid cock through his pants.
"Now unzip me," he then told Ginger. "That's an order, young lady."
Ginger trembled as she did what her father said. Then, when his pants were open, he insisted that she reach inside. She'd know exactly what she was supposed to be looking for when she found it, Clint predicted, and unless tie missed his guess she'd want to take a look at it out in the open.
He was correct. After some groping, Ginger's hand emerged with the slender fingers wrapped around several thick inches of jutting cockmeat.
"Oh, it looks just like Larry's did this afternoon ... only even bigger!" Ginger blurted, staring at her father's exposed hard-on.
"Do you know what it's called, darling?"
"I'm not that dumb, Daddy, it's your cock!" Ginger, girlishly squealed. "Your big, hard cock!"
"And is there anything daddy's little girl would like to do to his big, hard cock?" Clint asked.
"Same thing I did to mommy's cunt," Ginger drooled aloud. "Suck it, suck it! Daddy, please can I suck your big, hard cock?"
Clint responded in the most direct fashion possible, thrusting his cock head into his daughter's mouth as she finished speaking. Her suction was immediate. Then, when Clint dared to push his way in farther, Ginger eagerly swallowed inch after inch while she yanked his pants all the way down to his knees.
"Damn, little girl, you took the whole thing already," Clint rasped in awe when he realized his daughter had deep-throated his entire cock to the root on her first try. "No way your mother'll ever be able to turn you into a dyke after this. Baby, you're just a natural born cock-sucker. Bet when I come in your mouth you'll drink all my jizz, too."
Next, as if to make his prediction come true as quickly as possible, Clint took his daughter's head in his hands and held her face flush with his grinding crotch. With his hips rolling he'd now taken her beyond just a blow-job, actually fucking her cunt of a mouth.
"Baby, daddy!s ready to give it to you now," Clint announced, the dam between his legs an instant away from busting wide open. "Cum ... cum ... cummmmm!"
His cock erupted at the depths of his daughter's throat. Ginger immediately started gulping down the creamy flow as fast as it arrived. What's more, when the spurting slowed to a dribble, she squeezed her father's hairy balls to milk out every last drop of jizz available.
"Oh, little girl, and I'm not just saying this because you're my own daughter either," Clint groaned when be was totally drained. "Nobody's ever sucked my cock like you just did!"
"Flattery'll get you everywhere, Daddy," Ginger gurgled with a sticky grin when she finally surrendered her mouthful of cock.
"How far is that, sweetheart?" father anxiously asked daughter.
"Anywhere you wanna go," Ginger teased. "Know what I mean, Daddy?"
"Why, uh, don't you show me?" Clint breathlessly suggested, his cock harder than ever in anticipation despite all the jizz it had just spilled.
"Well, let me just get a little bit more comfortable so I can move around like I want," Ginger purred, slipping her sweater over her head, leaving herself stark naked.
Clint had never seen a more delicate pair of tits. They might have belonged to a much younger girl. But on his exquisite daughter they turned him on more than the biggest set of tits he'd ever seen anywhere else. And then, when Ginger fell back and spread her legs, the child-woman contrast between her girlish tits and extraordinarily hairy cunt had a fresh batch of cum brewing in Clint's churning balls.
"Have I shown you enough yet, Daddy?" Ginger then called. "Or do you want me to say it out loud?"
Clint nodded that he wanted to hear the magic words that every father secretly yearns for from his daughter but never believes will be-spoken.
"Fuck me, Daddy," Ginger stated them with stark simplicity. "Please fuck me, Daddy!"
Clint felt like he'd died and gone to heaven with something this sweet in front of him. Either that, or be was headed straight to bell by giving in to his forbidden desire to commit father-daughter incest. But, for good or evil, there was no turning back. It was time for Clint Ryan to fuck his little girl-the way only a daddy could do it.
"Ooooh, it's soooo big," Ginger moaned when his surging cock sank into her welcoming pussy. "Don't ever wanna let go!"
She wrapped her legs around her father, squeezing and rocking him in the cradle of her surprisingly strong thighs to guide his prick's movement in her tight, wet pussy. You could hear her fucked cunthole squish out-loud with every cock-thrust she coaxed from Clint.
"Mmmm, Daddy, you're such a stud," she swooned. "If mom could only see us now!"
Assuming Ginger meant that Kate would be consumed by jealousy, Clint was immensely pleased. He'd done it, hadn't he? Saved his little girl from letting her mother turn her into a damned dyke, Really, though, Clint thought, he owed Kate a debt of gratitude. For if he hadn't discovered her coming on to their daughter, he'd have never crossed over the line between fantasy and reality to actually fuck Ginger.
"God, baby," he groaned with pleasure to her, "chew my cock up with your pussy. Like you have teeth between your legs."
"Don't worry, Daddy my hungry pussy'll do the job," Ginger vowed. "Fuck every drop of jizz there is to get out of your cock. But first ..."
Her voice trailed off into a shuddering groan, as she climaxed. And once she was coming, she wasn't about to let go of the tail of her orgasmic comet. That's why she forced her father's face down to her small but ultra-sensitive tits for some sucking to go along with the fucking.
"Ahhh, Daddy, that's it, your mouth on my little titties," she urged. "Anything you do to them'll go straight to my cunt and just add to the number your cock's already doing on me."
"Baby," Clint slurped, "if I didn't know better, I'd swear you're talking from experience. Hard to believe any girl could know so much so soon."
"Oh, Daddy, all you need to know is that every father's daughter is his own special virgin until he's fucked her for himself," Ginger cooed. "No matter who else she might've been with, part of her will always be cherry until she finally gets a cuntful of daddy's cock. Most of us aren't so lucky. But, then, most of you aren't either. So why don't we just be glad for each other and just get it on the way we were meant to do?"
But now that the subject had been raised, Clint couldn't leave it alone. His suspicion mounted that his cock wasn't the first one Ginger's cunt bad taken. It was an ugly question, but Clint had to know the truth.
"Who else has there been before me?" he demanded.
But Ginger refused to be pinned down. Indeed, she only sassily laughed in reply. She would, she vowed to her father, simply have to get him off so good he'd stop caring how she'd learned what she knew about being such a terrific piece of ass and just be happy it was finally his cock's turn in her pussy.
"Hold on, Daddy!" she gleefully warned. The next thing an astonished Clint knew, his daughter had reared up from beneath him to actually overpower him. Suddenly their positions were reversed. Ginger was now on top and he was helpless. Her hairy, young cunt rose and fell on his cock. The friction was twice as intense as anything-Clint had been able to produce when he'd been in control. He felt raped.
"You win," he croaked to his dominating daughter. "I'll fuck you any way I can, no questions asked from here on in."
"Oh, but Daddy," Ginger giggled, "I want you to get the answers. Only after you've shot your wad in my cunt first, though, so you're finally one of us."
"Huh?" Clint gulped.
Then, thanks to his daughter's relentless fucking, his gulp turned into a yelp. He was coming like his cock was a ten-inch volcano, erupting molten jizz into Ginger's teenaged pussy.
And, with that hazy feeling of total well-being that makes the strongest man as weak as a kitten when he's spilled his jizz, Clint told himself that he didn't care what he found out from here on in. But that was before Ginger pulled her swamped cunt from his drained prick and left the saddle of his loins so be had a clear view of then doorway.
"N-no," he sputtered when he saw them.
"Like I said, Daddy," Ginger purred in his ear, one of us. Get the picture?"
Clint Ryan, knew at that moment how completely he'd been set up tonight. In sincerely trying to save his daughter from his wife, he'd fucked his way right into the middle of the damndest thing any man ever dreamed of. The leering faces of his family made that all too real. Ginger was just the bait, or why else would the rest of them be closing in on the bed like a school of hungry sharks?