Chapter 3

Sue Carpenter was a strangely quiet and unhappy girl. But by any standards she was also very pretty. She had huge, liquid brown eyes, long chestnut hair that shimmered radiantly in the sunlight, proud, lush tits, and one of those juicy asses that is almost impossible to describe-each cheek flawlessly rounded, sensuously molded with just the right amount of plump curvature, above smooth, shapely legs.

In spite of her father's wild behavior, she loved him deeply. She had no idea why adults played the stupid, kinky games they did. But she didn't really know what sex was yet either, aside from occasional bouts of feverish finger-fucking.

Not only did Sue dislike the endless couples streaming into their house over the weekends, especially in the hectic summer, but she wasn't getting enough attention from her father.

Not since he'd married Vera.

Sue had mixed feelings about the sexy brunette. On the one hand she thought the swinger was cheap and trashy, not in the slightest like her mother, who'd divorced and remarried years ago and now lived on the East Coast. But on the other hand, there was something very vital and warm about Vera that no girl or woman could resist-a kind of girl-buddy-thing, an informal closeness you felt whenever she was near you. She had that we're-all-in-the-same-leaky-boat, girls, attitude, stuck with pussies and men who don't understand us, so let's stick together.

She did not understand what the big deal was concerning sex and her father. Okay, so they liked to swing and swap, so what? The idea didn't shock Sue, because at her age and with her innocence about the actual feelings involved in sex, she could not relate to all the hustle and frenzy. People drank and smoked dope and fucked, so what? But they were only words to Sue, not real things, yet. She had that casual superiority about complicated issues that a lot of adolescents seemed to have, as if the whole thing was beneath them.

It was the oh-I'm-so-bored-by-it-all act of a lot of current teenagers. And it was a fragile, phony act that usually fell apart at the first sign of harsh reality.

Sue's act was about to fall completely apart, but she had no warning. Neither did she realize that, as a tender, luscious cherry, she was a walking time-bomb in the Carpenter household. Her father hadn't given her the slightest clue he was just waiting for the right moment to shove his long, pounding rod inside her tight slit.

And Vera wouldn't dare, not with her father around.

So Sue felt completely safe in spite of the frantic swapping and hustle going on around her.

Until eight o'clock that evening, on the same day that weird little wimp and his beautiful blonde wife had been over for one of those disgusting swap-parties. At such times, Sue did a quick disappearing act, usually going to see one of her girl friends. She was revolted by the way that wimp had looked at her, as though he would gobble her up if he ever got her alone. Fat chance!

The moment she got home her father told her to go straight to her room and under no circumstances to talk to Vera or let her in. That baffled Sue, but she did as she was told. So they were fighting, so what?

A few minutes Vera had knocked on her door, but Sue would not let her in or even talk to her. She obeyed her father, even though she secretly liked Vera, a strange liking filled with disgust over her cheapness.

Then after she'd been home for about an hour, her father knocked and Sue let him in. She sat on her bed cross-legged, chin in hand, looking weary. It was her favorite pose. What else is new and boring? she seemed to say.

Lloyd Carpenter was used to adolescent tactics and the pose didn't bother him. When Lloyd wanted something, he could be quite charming. When he didn't he assumed his usual fuck-you altitude toward everybody. A selfish, grasping man, but the only father Sue had.

Now he sat on the bed beside her, the usual drink in his hand. He looked serious and concerned.

"Has that bitch been bothering you again, Daddy?"

"Don't call your stepmother a bitch," he said sharply.

She was at that, Lloyd thought, but such a terrific piece of ass he put up with it. Far beyond his daughter's understanding was the real problem-her hot little cherry. Vera wanted it very badly, Lloyd knew, and she'd been pestering more and more lately to let her take it. Lloyd indignantly told her he didn't want Sue to have anything to do with their swinging, which was a lie, of course.

Lloyd was just waiting for the right moment to leap at his luscious daughter's body. Lately he and Vera had had so much ass, so many swapping partners he'd almost forgotten about Sue. Until George came up with his fantastic idea, showing Lloyd snapshots of his own daughter, a honey if Lloyd ever saw one, a young, tender version of her fabulous-fuck mother.

God, Vera had done a job on Sheila! She'd been an incredible fuck, all heat and sobs and tits and ass, unable to get enough! That goddamn swinging wife of his could raise the dead with her blazing mouth and fearless fingers.

Now Lloyd gazed solemnly at his daughter, his limp cock beginning to stir powerfully. As tired as he was from the insatiable blonde, he was getting it up. In fact, he'd only gotten his rocks off twice with Sheila, but twice with her was like a whole night in a whorehouse! What she'd done was taken the sharp edge off his lust, so when his cock did rise to its full throbbing length, it wouldn't go down in two minutes either.

And even if he couldn't raise the old soldier, damned if he wouldn't eat and finger-fuck Sue all night just to edge out Vera. He had to beat Vera to the punch, because once the wild-lipped, hot pussied brunette dug into Sue's sweet young curves, she might very well end up being pussy-crazy herself!

But because he was her father and she loved him, he had no fear of that. Not as long as he got there first. And knowing that jerk George, he was certain George had told Vera about his plan to swap daughters next weekend.

Which was why he'd warned Sue not to talk to her until he saw her first. First come, first served was his motto.

George's plan was elegantly simple and wantonly beautiful. They would swap daughters next weekend instead of wives. George and Sheila would have Sue, and Lloyd and Vera would take Cindy. Two madly swinging threesomes, with each other's daughters!

However, a certain amount of careful preparation was in order. Lloyd would prepare Sue, and George assured him he would take care of his own daughter, Cindy. At first Lloyd doubted if it would work, because of Sheila's rigid reluctance toward him. But Vera had fixed all that, bless her obscene heart.

Fixed Sheila so well, in fact, Lloyd knew who was going to get the Halsey's daughter first beyond a doubt. And it wasn't going to be that turkey, George.

"I think, Sue honey," he coughed now, smoothing out the bedspread between them. "I think it's time we had a heart-to-heart talk."

"About sex," she said, stifling a yawn. His eyes narrowed. She was a truly lovely lit- tle thing, but she could be a sarcastic little cunt, too.

"That's right," he said. "About sex."

She waved her hand airily. "Please, Daddy, don't shock me out of my tender wits. I mean, I would have to be a raving moron not to see what's been going on since you married that-since you married Vera. So you guys are swinging and swapping. I'm not at all bothered, Daddy. I'm not surprised, either."

He bit his lip. Her brittle, superior act was beginning to gnaw at his nerves, goddammit.

"I know you know about our parties," he told her, putting his drink aside after gulping the remainder down. "I mean about your sex, Sue."

She laughed, infuriating him. "You don't understand, Daddy," she said in a cutting voice. "I don't have any sex. I'm a virgin, you know."

"Not after tonight," he said in a low, ominous voice.

That was the moment Sue's precarious act began to fall completely apart. Her eyes widened and shone with alarm. She began to tremble softly with fear.

"What do you mean, Daddy?"

He stood up and began to slowly undress, his blood hammering and his cock fully erect now, raw with power at the prospect of taking her hot little cherry.

"Get your clothes off," he said harshly.

Tears brimmed over in Sue's eyes and she firmly shook her head. "No," she whispered. "That's filthy!"

Deliberately, Lloyd reached down and slapped her face, a stinging, vicious blow. She held her cheeks and began sobbing and sniffling.

"Get your clothes off," Lloyd repeated. "Or do you want me to get Vera?"

It was pure bluff but it worked. Crying steadily now, the girl got off the bed and turned her back as she took off her T-shirt and jeans. So lushly developed were her tits she already wore a bra.

Given a choice between the father she loved but feared and the stepmother she hardly knew, Sue had no choice. She was terrified, and yet there was an undeniable undercurrent of hot excitement in her loins. More than once she'd finger-fucked herself, fantasizing about screwing her father. It was almost a common fantasy at her age, but she didn't know that. Sue also did not know that Lloyd was bluff- ing about Vera, because rather than give first crack at her little virgin-pussy to his wild-eyed, cunt-crazed wife, Lloyd would have savagely raped her.

It was hell when you had to compete with your own pussy-mad wife over your own virgin daughter!

Trembling with panic, Sue's fingers moved very slowly as they took off her bra and panties. She still sobbed, but she was resigned to her fate now. And strangely aroused, too. After all, there were those hot erotic fantasies about him when she'd feverishly masturbated, and too, she bitched because she wasn't getting enough attention from him since Vera moved in.

She was about to fulfill those fantasies and get more attention than she bargained for. She moved so slowly that by the time she was stark naked, Lloyd was lying back on her bed, naked, his crimson hard-on poised high above his balls.

At thirty-eight, Lloyd was in trim physical shape, his lean frame without fat, his chest matted with dark hairs. Although his prick was only slightly larger than average, to Sue's terrified eyes it seemed gigantic and threaten- ing.

She stood by the bed, hugging her beautiful tits. Lloyd's eyes gleamed on her soft, glowing flesh, on her narrow waist and lushly curved hips and thick tangle of pussy-curls.

"Just come here, honey, and lie on top of your Daddy," he said hoarsely. "It won't hurt, I promise. We'll just cuddle for a while."

With a sob, Sue took her hands away from her ripe tits and climbed on top of her father, wildly trembling. The magic word was cuddle. Ever since she could remember, she'd loved to be cuddled by her father. She'd been starved for affection so long she would endure almost any anguish for that feeling of warmth and love.

Lloyd's harshness left him when she buried her face against his chest and hugged him fiercely. He stroked her hair and gently twined his legs around hers. Shit, what a juicy body! It was amazing, almost a fully developed woman's body, gorgeous tits. And her hot naked ass was a living dream.

Overcome with emotion, Lloyd tried a second bluff as he hugged his crying daughter.

"We won't if you don't want to, baby," he whispered. "I'll understand. We'll just lie here and cuddle."

Bullshit! But it worked, because she shook her head violently against his chest. "I'll be okay, Daddy," she said in a muffled voice. "Honest. Just let me have a couple minutes to brace myself."

Why force her into it when he could persuade her? That's what Vera did with her hung-up housewives and it worked fabulously. The point was to create a strong, loving bond between them around sex before his cunt-crazy wife got to her. Because Vera would get to her, as sure as pussy pumped honey in heat. And she'd pull every cunt-lapping, spine-tingling tit-sucking, ass-loving trick in the book to hook the girl on her.

Now Lloyd gently jerked his throbbing meat up into her soft hot belly as he held her, and Sue was beginning to respond, her tits panting rapidly against his chest, her pussy beginning to undulate and squirm.

"Daddy," she suddenly whispered, "can I . . . can I kiss your big cock?"

"Why, of course, baby, go right ahead," he told her, gently nudging her downward. Could she kiss his cock? Could a gopher dig? Could a monkey jerk off? Lloyd held his breath as his daughter slid her naked tits down over his flat belly, pausing to kiss his bushy crotch.

She was hot now, very aroused he could tell from her soft urgent sobs, and he drew up his knees and held her head firmly in his hands. For a few moments Sue gazed at his long, quivering prick, at the milky drop of jism oozing out of his inflamed crown.

It was the first naked prick Sue had ever seen up close and she stared at it with intense curiosity and excitement. Incredible as it seemed, she came from this cock! Probably from a drop of cream no bigger than the one on his huge boiling knob right now!

It was all so mysterious and exciting to her innocent mind she forgot why she was down there in the first place, and Lloyd firmly pulled her head down so that her wet lips met his cock-head.

Eagerly, Sue lapped up the jism and rolled it around her mouth, savoring its maleness, its salty pungence. Then she rammed as much of his meat as she could manage into her burning mouth and she gagged. More cautious now, the girl began sucking off her father, slowly, lustfully, feeling his prick pound in her hot jerking fist.

"Oh, that's a good girl, Sue baby," he groaned, hissing with excitement. Ah, that sweet mouth! There was an artist in her somewhere, because she wasn't at all clumsy as she gave her first blow job. She moaned and gurgled and played with it like a curious little girl, holding it upright in her fist and rolling her delicious hot tongue around the knob, giving him a leisurely sucking off, a dreamy, languid job that sent soft ripples of obscene pleasure through his meat.

"A born cocksucker," Lloyd sighed, making gentle fucking motions with his hips into her luscious mouth. It would not be fair to compare her sweet, innocent blow job to one of Vera's furious, gobbling assaults. She was sucking him off with love, and if Lloyd Carpenter had been an emotional man, he might have cried at the tender thought.

Instead, he decided to eat his daughter's cherry. And introduce her to sixty-nine at the same time.

But first he savored her juicy mouth for a while longer, because once he started eating her tender cunt, all hell would break loose. Gone would be the slow, dreamy thrills of her adoring blow job, the way she reverently sucked and kissed his dick, as if it were a holy shrine. That maniac Vera went at it sometimes as if she were a starving dog and he had the last bone on earth. But in Sue's case, she was awed by his prick, by his pungent, sweaty maleness and she loved the feeling of hot raw power in her mouth.

Lloyd had to patiently explain the position to his daughter, which interrupted her work. He would not, however lie on bottom during sixty-nine, not with any woman. The air in this country was polluted already, dammit, and it was hard enough to breathe without being crushed by sweating soft thighs and a grinding pussy.

Better they strangled on his cock, he figured, than he suffocate from their greedy cunts.

So his trembling daughter lay on her back with her knees drawn up and her smooth thighs spread wide while Lloyd hunched on all fours over her in reverse. He paused, carefully lowering his stiff hard-on toward her mouth and Sue quickly seized it with a gurgle of delight and sucked passionately.

Now Lloyd aimed his mouth toward her little cunt, but paused to study it in fascination.

Goddamn, it was a beauty! Like a wet, budding rose, an irresistibly cute set of lips that sucked and shone and begged to be kissed.

And the lecherous swinger dove into his target, first a hot, slobbering kiss on her eager lips and then his tongue driving deep, scooping up the honey.

The virgin's reaction was immediate and violent.

A wild scream rose in Sue's throat and she momentarily sank her teeth into his prick, which made Lloyd groan. Sue quickly released the savage grip but her entire body quivered madly and she locked her plump thighs lustfully on Lloyd's head, rubbing her cherry with delirious joy to his sucking mouth.

Had Vera gone down on Sue, the cunning brunette would have been much more gentle and artistic, realizing that a girl's pussy was her most precious possession. A girl's cunt was her destiny, her fortune Vera had always claimed, and she thought of her own pussy as her fortune cookie.

But being a cherry, Sue was hardly in the position to evaluate various pussy-eating techniques. All the sobbing, thrashing adolescent knew was that the wildest, most nerve quivering thrills of her life were shooting through her fiery slit as her father devoured her with lewd hunger.

And to Lloyd's delight, her hot little pussy was every bit as juicy and sweet as it looked. While he lapped his hips swung faster, fucking Sue's eager mouth. And her dreamy cocksuck-ing was gone now, replaced by a fierce whipping of her boiling mouth on his dick, a mad race to get his jism spurting deep in her throat.

Another reason, besides breathing, that Lloyd insisted on getting on top on sixty-nine was that he could control his own excitement. When you were on bottom, you were at the mercy of their frenzied hot lips and tongue. But on top you rammed it to them, fast or slow, brutally or with gentleness, battering their throats with your dick-head if you felt like it.

And if your swinging partner happened to have a particularly cute asshole, like his daughter Sue, you got to dip you nose into it, tickle that cute puckered slit to drive her crazy, which Lloyd was now doing.

She was coming in his mouth now with wild sobs, just a tiny gush of hot honey, but it was delicious and Lloyd rewarded her by sucking on her fat little clit-bud, which made her almost faint with lewd joy.

He was not worried about coming prematurely, in spite of her wanton, boiling mouth. The blonde housewife had really worked his cock over with her fantastic cunt and Lloyd could screw like a machine now, save his load of cream for Sue's virgin pussy and asshole.

In her innocence, his daughter was happier, more excited than she'd ever been in her life as Lloyd ate her tender slit and rammed his prick deep into her mouth at the same time. Not just the thrills, which were nearly unbearable to her sensitive cherry, but the shocking act itself, the idea of having passionately obscene sex with her own Daddy.

She could not know that this was her torrid introduction to a lifetime of feverish sucking and fucking with an endless variety of other swingers, that bizarre patterns were being etched on her brain, patterns of lust and depravity. Sue didn't dream that her virgin asshole would soon crave more than just a teasing tickle with a tongue-tip or finger, would yearn for a massive rod piercing savagely until she climaxed from sheer pain.

The adolescent only knew, as she sucked furiously on her father's swollen cock, which pistoned brutally in her mouth, as her precious Daddy devoured her cherry with lustful relish, using his tongue like a tiny lash of hot ecstasy, Sue only knew that at last she was getting all the attention she'd ever craved from him.

Along with the most obscene delight a girl could know. Her velvety flesh was covered with a sheen of sweat now as she swung her naked ass to a frantic rhythm, smearing her honey-soaked pussy all over her father's face. He'd slipped a finger up her boiling shitter and she wriggled madly on it, not knowing it was only a forerunner for his huge prick.

But no matter how hard she tried, no matter how feverishly she sucked and licked his quivering rod, she could not coax his thick cream from him, not even as she pumped his meat wildly in her hot fist and cried for his jism with wails in her throat.

Just when she thought she was going to lose her mind from his frenzied cunt-sucking, Lloyd pried her thighs apart and freed his head. He slipped his dick out of her mouth and in a smooth turnaround was mounting his trembling, sobbing daughter.

"Yes, fuck me, Daddy!" she cried, raking her nails hard across his back. "Gimme your hot prick. Hurry!"

"Just relax," Lloyd gasped, guiding his hard-on toward her juicy, trembling cunt. "Only hurt for a second, baby, just . . . aaah! Oh, Sue, angel! Ummmmm!"

Talk about tight and hot! The moment he'd slipped his knob in, her pussy had gripped it ferociously and was now going into hot spasms on his cock-head, while his daughter moaned deliriously. Doing his best not to hurt her, Lloyd began stroking, sucking in his breath with each thrust, digging deeper into those silky boiling lips, inch by torturous inch.

She'd locked her legs around his waist tightly now, and was swinging her ass, not minding the pain, wanting more, more, more, wanting her Daddy's mammoth rod shoved in so savagely deep she could feel it in her belly. His pussy-eating had primed her cherry to a feverish pitch of lust, and the pain was nothing compared to the fire in her spasming cunt.

All the while Sue dug her lush little tits madly into his chest and raked his back with her nails and gripped his waist with her legs. She moaned and screamed and sweated as her father rammed more of his meat inside her aching slit.

At first Lloyd thought she was screaming from sheer pain, but, all modesty aside, he knew his cock wasn't that big. She was wailing out of raw excitement, still coming from his lustful pussy-eating. As Lloyd peered down he could see her cherry-blood coating his prick and he felt a surge of triumph. He congratulated him self too on having the good sense to eat her cherry first. Some crude slobs would just ram it home, ignoring their anguish, but not Lloyd.

Man, she was a terrific little fuck, though! All juicy silk and honey, a slippery, clasping, ball-tingling piece of feverish pussy. Her swollen tits grinding into his chest, the feel of her hot naked ass heaving in his fingers intensified Lloyd's lust fiercely.

Sue was in the grip of a maddening excitement as she lunged up to meet her father's powerful strokes, as his fleshy prick drove deep to send sharp jolts of pleasure through her boiling slit.

She knew now what it felt like to be a woman, to be savagely pierced and thrilled with a hot, throbbing dick. More desperately than ever, she wanted her father's spurting load of cream.

"Shoot it in me, Daddy, pleeeez!" she sobbed, pounding his back with her fists and biting his shoulder. "Gimme your hot come! Oooooo! Hurry! Aaaaaah!"

"Juicy little . . . mmmmf . . . cunt!" gasped Lloyd, feeling her madly sucking pussy beginning to drain him with electrifying power. His daughter was the perfect contrast to his wife. The wildly passionate, awkward but fantastically juicy little girl, with just the right padding of lush baby-fat on her tits and ass and thighs, against the slender, sultry, expertly sucking and fucking hot swinger.

In a showdown he would choose his daughter anytime, because there was still innocent love and worship in her blazing eyes and she hugged his hot cock with adoring passion, not naked lust.

"Here it is, baby," he gasped, gritting his teeth as she spasmed wildly on his bursting prick. "Baby, what a fuck! Wowwwww!"

Sue bit him on his lips in a frenzy as his cream started stinging her inflamed slit, tickling intensely, thrilling her to the point of near-hysteria. She Frenched him and tugged fiercely at his hair as he came in hot torrents, flooding her tiny pussy with wet sticky cum.

As he spurted his load inside her frantic cunt, Lloyd knew his wife was just outside the bedroom door, with her ear pressed tightly to it, listening to every wail and gasp and groan. Probably finger-fucking herself too!

She'd have her turn, the lewd, cunning bitch, but it was her Daddy that Sue feverishly loved and would remember, her hung Daddy who took her hot little cherry and ate it with savage relish to get her rocks off in an explosion of torrid bliss.

Women always remembered who they'd lost their cherries to, with a special fondness and lust. If the taker was kind enough to give them a wild, unforgettable time, masturbating or sucking them off first so the ensuing pain would seem like a pretty price to pay.

Had lust-crazed Vera gotten to her first, the girl would undoubtedly have gone through life feverishly chasing pussies, probably hard, swinging brunettes like mad-lipped Vera. But this way she'd prefer men in the long run, no matter how terrifically Vera turned her on.

Lloyd hoped.

He had a preference for switch-hitters himself because they always got you more women. But as a father, he wanted his lovely daughter to prefer men like him. Still, Lloyd loved to watch two sexy women go at it like animals on fire, tits and asses grinding and swinging together, mouths locked to silky crotches, a writhing, wriggling mass of curves and soft hot flesh trembling with lewd ecstasy.

Finally drained, Lloyd slipped his limp rod out of his daughter's wildly sucking pussy and collapsed beside her on the bed. Quickly, the sobbing girl mounted him and rubbed her dripping cunt to his bushy crotch, hugging him passionately.

"Oh Daddy, it was wild! Beautiful! I loved it!"

"You were great, angel," he gasped, playing with her plump burning ass. She'd be able to take it there now, but first he had to get it up again. And it was stirring to life with a hot will of its own, responding to his luscious daughter's silky flesh and steaming pussy with obscene desire.

As she rubbed her swollen tits into his chest, Lloyd had the urge to tit-fuck her too. She had enough for that easily, and he could teach her how to massage those velvety mounds while he straddled her chest, rubbing and gyrating them against his stiff rod until he shot off all over her gorgeous tits.

Tit-fucking appealed to him strongly, and while his first wife had a lavish pair like Sue's, Vera missed out on that feature. While the brunette's naked breasts were very sexy, small but high-standing and firm and silky, there just wasn't enough to work with. But the cunning swinger didn't miss out on a trick:

She too would screw a pair of lush tits. He'd seen her mount a housewife's hot, ripe knockers and softly, lustfully straddle one fleshy tit with her pussy, gently working her juicy cunt-lips on the fat nipple until she got her rocks off with low, ferocious moans.

Living proof that Vera would fuck anything that moved, Lloyd thought dryly.

He was fully erect now, because Sue had eagerly gone down on him to lick her cherry blood off his cock. It tasted salty and sweet at the same time, deeply exciting to her. Gazing at her deliciously plump ass, Lloyd knew that the time had come for her last cherry.

He instructed her to lie on her belly on the bed, with her succulent buttocks hanging on the edge and her legs spread out behind her, toes touching the floor. He stood between her legs, hoisting her up by the hips, his inflamed knob teasing her pussy-lips. She sobbed passionately, wriggling her ass, but he was only wetting his prick down thoroughly for that first brutal plunge.

Now Lloyd got a very tight grip on her soft hips, holding them in place firmly. He eased his burning cock-head squarely against her tiny, puckered shitter. She still didn't know what was coming in her sweet innocence.

One moment Sue felt a hot massive throbbing against her tender asshole and the next the most intense, agonizing pain of her life ripped deep into her tawny ass.

She tried to scream but the pounding mass of meat gorging her narrow asshole forced the breath from her lungs. She shuddered and clawed at the bed beneath her and shook her head in sheer agony as her father's long, thick rod began stroking up her asshole, creating a violent friction in her tortured, squirming bowels.

"Sorry, baby," Lloyd grunted, lunging deep and rolling his eyes at the juicy tight fire of her ass. "Only be a . . . wheeeeww . . . minute, Sue, unnng! Oh your loving ass, honey, your hot loving ass-muffin!"

The best, most wanton and deliciously tight pair of silky cheeks Lloyd had ever had were hugging his cock. They squirmed with wet fire on his meat, sending wild ripples through his loins each time she helplessly wriggled. She was screaming now, a low animal sound of pure anguish. He felt sorry for her but this did not prevent him from pumping deeper and harder, sucking in his breath with lust and rocking on his heels when he'd gorged her with every inch he could.

"Wild hot nooky!" Lloyd groaned, already beginning to feel his knot of jism boil up for the explosion. Not particularly an ass-freak himself, Lloyd nevertheless felt it would be a mortal sin to pass up Sue's hot, sexy ass. He realized now that he could easily become hung up on her lush butt, on the tight, fiery, writhing sensations she was triggering along the length of his prick.

Then it happened.

One moment the pain was a sheet of fire up her cheeks and the next an intense excitement exploded in her bowels as his rod pounded her savagely. The hot, maddeningly wild feel quickly shot to her pussy and Sue was coming from sheer pain and lust, her face contorted with obscene surprise, her tits heaving feverishly, her hips jerking in spasms for more of the bizarre joy.

"Yes, Daddy, fuck my . . . eeeeee . . . ass! Oh Daddy, more, harder, fasssster, oh God! I'm coming!"

Startled, Lloyd burst his load in a series of sharp spurts, gasping and shuddering while his jism stung her boiling asshole, as she wriggled fiercely on his erupting prick. Her legs shot out behind her and gripped his flanks and from head to toe the girl quivered with hysterical excitement.

The sensation of his burning cream, stinging and tickling deep in her tender butt sent Sue into convulsions of happiness. Her Daddy was raping her in the ass. And she loved it, was thrilled beyond words, adored even the pain his long dick was torturing her with.

It was a kind of poetic, breathtaking ecstasy that brought tears of bliss to her eyes-and etched an eerie new trail of pain-orgasm in her innocent young flesh.

Even after Lloyd had slipped his soft cock out, Sue simply lay there, shuddering and wallowing in the sticky feel of his cream flooding her buttocks. So obscenely beautiful, her trembling ass filled with gooey, lustful happiness . . .

Lloyd smoked a cigarette thoughtfully as his dazed daughter cuddled in his arms. He only hoped that turkey George and his stunning wife Sheila were going to be half as good to their daughter's little cherry. Because when it came time for the swap next weekend, Sue would be hotly primed and eager. He would see to that personally all week long.

"Daddy, sleep with me here tonight in my bed!" urged Sue, her wide eyes burning on him.

"A good idea," Lloyd nodded. "Very good, baby. Then I can eat your magic little muffin for breakfast."

She giggled with delight, but his real purpose was to protect her from Vera. And hog her luscious pussy to himself, and perhaps, tit-fuck her when he woke with his usual hard-on around five a.m.

But Lloyd did not wake with an erection at five. Instead, it was two a.m. when his eyes flew open and he felt a hot, delicious licking on his rod. Sue was snuggled down between his thighs, cooing with pleasure as she lapped at his dick like a lollipop. Not a man to deny himself in this fleeting, mysterious life, Lloyd went at it with his juicy daughter like a hot-blooded beast, this time coming in her mouth, to her intense fulfillment.

He fell back asleep twenty minutes later, a satisfied grin on his face as Sue dozed off between his thighs. He wondered what Vera was doing, knowing damn well she was reeking with envy and anger.

Tough shit, Vera, he thought happily.

In her bed, Vera was still awake, propped up against the pillows and reading by lamplight. She wasn't actually reading the silly captions, she was staring at the photographs of darling, softly curved young girls sitting on swingers' naked laps and being lustfully finger-fucked and eaten and ravaged by enormous dildoes.

And when her pussy ached fiercely enough, she flung the magazine aside and rammed her nine-inch dildo up her slit and worked it deep and brutally in a fury of excitement. That sonofabitch Lloyd! Not just for beating her to the punch with Sue, but for hoarding her, for holding her captive in her own room while Vera hungered for it like a starving animal.

But Vera would get her turn, because Lloyd had to work as an electronics technician while Vera got to stay home and play dumb housewife. And Sue got home from school by four while Lloyd didn't get home until six.

And, the gleaming-eyed, feverish brunette vowed, when her turn came she would tease, spank, finger-fuck, torment and suck the tender girl off until she was a helpless sex-slave, begging for it on all fours.

Hell had no fury like the horny swinger scorned . . .