Chapter 5
When it came to sex, and especially when it came to his wife and sex, Phil Wilson was not born yesterday.
The next morning at breakfast, the rugged plumber noted that his niece, Sally, was not at breakfast. Neither was his son, Tom. Jenny sweetly informed him that both kids were sleeping late.
Meaning, Phil thought as he wolfed down a huge plate of ham and eggs, that his kid had probably fucked her silly. But as the minutes passed and Phil observed his wife with sharp eyes, a light slowly dawned in his mind.
He couldn't really read her mind, but Phil knew that shine in her smoldering eyes and what it meant. It meant that Jenny had been laid last night, and since he hadn't done it, someone else in the house had.
He pushed his empty plate away, sipped his coffee and lit a cigarette, watching her intently. Jenny smiled at him, a cat licking its chops. She was very cat-like, his ripely curved wife. Still a great piece of ass, too. But Phil wouldn't trust her as far as he could heave his new panel truck.
"I want to talk to your mother, Rita," he said quietly.
Quickly, his daughter got up and left the kitchen. Both parents watched her ass ripple against her tight jeans as she left.
"I think she's ready," Jenny said softly. "I think you pulled a fast one last night," Phil said. "If you touched Rita, I'll put your hot pussy in a sling, Jenny, so help me."
"I didn't," she said quickly. "We made a deal on that, Phil."
"Right. And if you fucked Tom, well, that's your business, but we made a deal on that, too. No family affairs until we both agreed to it."
"I didn't make it with Tom," Jenny said, exhaling smoke across the kitchen table. "Who does that leave?"
"Ah, that's why I still love you after all these years," Phil grinned, stroking one of her lush nipples through her thin, sexy robe. "You're such a sarcastic bitch. How was she?"
"Fantastic," murmured Jenny. "Really, I've got to play some games with her. Phil, you should see her lovely ass-wow!"
"That I will," Phil nodded. "I take it she's still a cherry? You didn't use your battery-operated freak on her?"
"She's still a cherry," Jenny said. She licked her fingers and smiled lewdly at her husband. "Depending on how you look at it. God, I love to fingerfuck her! Let's both work her over tonight, Phil!"
"You're on. But before you use that goddamn battering ram on her, I get first crack with a live one. Got it?"
"Can't take the competition?" cracked Jenny. She knew he wouldn't take offense. He wasn't the slightest bit insecure about his cock, and they both knew it. Most swapping wives who'd been ravaged in the asshole were still shocked when he slammed his colossal prick into their tender, naked asses.
Phil didn't mind watching his sultry wife go through one of her fantastic fucking sessions with a luscious young girl. It turned him on wildly, in fact, because Jenny was so voluptuous and feminine, with her proud tits and generously curved ass. He could almost get his rocks off watching her suck on a girl's feverish tits while she dreamily fucked her.
But Phil was smart enough to know that Jenny would be on the warpath for Rita's cherry, too. He'd seen her get off on beautiful girls, and once Jenny got started with her frantic lips and cunning fingers, she couldn't get enough hot young pussy. He would beat her to it. This morning.
It would violate the agreement they'd made, that they would both take part in Rita's first sexual experience, but that was, as he was fond of saying, tough titty.
The threesomes could come after he'd had the lion's share of his daughter's juicy little cherry.
Now that he'd made his decision, Phil's enormous prick quivered in his pants.
"Listen," he told his wife, "I want you to go down to the shop this morning and go over those books. There's a goddamn three-hundred dollar error somewhere. Find it."
Phil had a small plumbing business, and his wife had always taken care of the books for him. That's how he'd met and married her. She was his bookkeeper, his cocksucker, and his wild, steady piece of ass all at the same time when he'd first started shacking up with Jenny. On his birthday, she'd picked up a girl and brought her home for him. When Jenny joined in the action, Phil was hooked on her, and married her.
Jenny played strange, intriguing games, too. She used to dress up like a nurse, in glowing white, and pretend the girl they were both fucking, usually someone else's young wife, was her patient. Jenny would begin by taking her pulse and then rape her with her lust-crazed mouth, sucking on her dripping cunt with savage hunger. She would sixty-nine with her uniform on, skirt hitched up and panties pulled down. It was such a wild, obscene sight that it turned Phil on.
At other times, Jenny would dress up like a wealthy society bitch and have their swinging partner dress up like a cheap whore. Jenny would tie the girl down on her bed and give her the most lascivious, wanton tongue-bath imaginable, drooling over her pink cunt. Then she would spank her for being naughty and proceed to rape the dazed girl until she couldn't stop coming.
He had to give his lust-crazed wife credit for one thing. Jenny was never boring. She had her faults-she was greedy to the point of madness when it came to luscious girls, but she more than made up for it in other ways. But he still didn't trust her when it came to sex.
He knew his wife's favorite role in a three-way was the nurse, because she'd been seduced and orally raped herself when she was young, in a hospital, by a sexy, hot-lipped nurse. She'd been a beautiful young girl then. She was still pretty, still stacked, and the greatest tit-fuck in the world.
"I'll take care of it, Phil," she promised, referring to the books. When it came down to business, Jenny didn't play around. Except in the area of sex, she was quite level-headed.
"But don't fuck around with Sally until I get back," she warned. "Promise me."
He gave his solemn promise. Why not? It was his own juicy daughter he was going to get, not her niece.
For the first time, Phil wondered if his daughter would resist. While Jenny dressed to go to the shop, he had another cup of coffee and a cigarette. He decided Rita wouldn't. For one thing, she'd always obeyed him. For good reason too, since he used to whack the hell out of her cute ass when she got out of line. He never did it with brutality, and he always let her know he still loved her. But, goddammit, he'd decided long ago no woman would ever push him around, least of all his wife or his daughter.
She might be scared, she might even be horrified, but Rita would definitely obey.
School was out this week, so Rita would be in her room. As soon as Jenny left the house, Phil knocked on her door and went in. She lay sprawled on her bed, in T-shirt and jeans, poring over some schoolbooks. She was an A student, a smart girl.
"Hi, Daddy-what's up?"
He locked the door from the inside. Rita's eyebrows rose, but she didn't show any fear.
He sat on the edge of the bed, smoking in silence for a minute. He lifted her chin and stared into her lustrous blue eyes. Would she turn out to be cunt-crazy, like her sultry mother?
"You know about me and your mother and our, ah, private sex parties-don't you, Rita?"
Slowly, she nodded. "Of course, Daddy. It's no big deal. It's your sex life, you know. What you and Mom do in private is your business, not anyone else's."
That was a viewpoint she'd picked up from him and Jenny, the healthiest possible attitude toward sex, as far as Phil was concerned.
"Good, Rita," he nodded. He tried to phrase some fancy words and said to hell with it. She was a very honest, outspoken girl.
"I've come to take your cherry," he told her quietly. "Your virginity, baby. Take your clothes off."
There was a heavy silence in the bedroom, broken by his rasping breath and her soft panting. She stared at him intently. Phil said nothing.
Rita knew this day would come. She knew her father, too, as a very determined man. If she struggled, he'd take it anyway. But fear was not the reason the young blonde hesitated.
She was trying to decide which way he'd enjoy it most. For years Rita had fantasized her brawny, handsome father passionately fucking her, which did not make her different from too many other healthy girls. The snapshot she'd found recently of her mother and father in action had fired a tremendous heat in her young loins, especially when she saw her father's immense cock and balls ravaging a young housewife's pussy. From the look on the woman's face, you'd think she'd just gotten a spiritual awakening and was entering the gates of heaven!
Rita came to a decision. She took a deep breath.
"No," she said softly.
Phil's jaw dropped. She'd always obeyed him! His eyes raked over her lusciously rounded tits and firm nipples jutting out her T-shirt, and his jaw muscles tightened.
Without a word, Phil suddenly reached over and grabbed her jeans by the waist. He pulled her toward him and then flung her down on her bed. He groped with the top button of her jeans, trying to pin her down at the same time.
She fought like a cornered cat, not shrieking or crying, but tugging desperately at his hands. Phil found out he'd underestimated her strength. Her nails clawed viciously at his hands while he tried to unsnap her jeans. He suddenly ripped the goddamn things at the waist.
He had a violent struggle getting her jeans off. Still, Rita didn't scream, but her eyes blazed and she flailed her fists wildly.
When he had her jeans halfway down her silky thighs, he suddenly grabbed her by her feet and jerked up sharply. She jerked back, her ass bouncing on the mattress while Phil seized her jeans at the bottoms and tore them off rapidly.
She had sheer blue panties on. He went for the T-shirt next, but she sank her sharp teeth into the back of his hand. Phil raised his powerful hand to strike, and Rita recoiled in horror. They both knew he could break her jaw in an instant. Cursing himself, Phil got a grip on his fury.
It took him thirty clawing seconds to strip her T-shirt off over her head, which he found out was easier than ripping the material. What the fuck did they make clothes out of nowadays, cast-iron plastic?
She wore a sheer matching blue bra. This Phil ripped off without effort. Her golden, velvety tits panted wildly. Rita hissed and locked her ankles together fiercely. He tore off her panties without any trouble. Her silky thighs were crushed tightly together, braced by her twined ankles.
But she was stark naked now.
He climbed off the bed, heaving for breath. His eyes blazed on her as he quickly stripped himself down. Rita's flashing eyes gleamed at his colossal hard-on, which curved up sharply, a giant drop of jism oozing from his crimson knob.
Still, neither of them said a word.
Phil bit his lip, wondering what was the best way to uncross her legs. By her ankles, of course. His hands were extremely powerful, with lingers like steel. He reached down to seize her ankles. The very moment he touched her, her legs magically uncrossed.
Rita drew up her knees and spread her thighs wide, her tender luscious cunt shiny and wet.
"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, holding out her arms. "Yes! Take it!"
He gaped at her, stunned. Then, seeing the mocking smile on her lips, he finally understood. She was only playing a game with him! From the smoldering look in her eyes and the way she trembled and panted, she was hotter than a firecracker!
"I ought to tan your gorgeous little hide for that," he grinned.
"Do that too!" whispered Rita. "I remember how you used to spank me when I was a little girl. You never hurt me that much, but my pussy would tingle and get all wet! Oh Daddy, I want you to take my cherry! I just didn't want you to think I was a pushover."
Rita knew she could have carried the game all the way, to where he'd rammed her savagely with his huge boiling prick. But she wanted her first memories of sex with her father to be as sweet and hotly sensuous as possible.
Phil just stood over the bed with his hands on his hips, drinking in her tawny, ripening curves for a minute. His long cock quivered fiercely. Christ, she was a beautiful girl! Tits, ass, legs, adorably cute cunt-hairs with a juicy, pulsing cunt beneath.
Again Rita held out her arms. "Please, Daddy," she begged, "I'm so hot I could explode!
Take me!"
The blood singing in his ears, Phil climbed on top of her soft, trembling body. She moaned deeply and kissed him on the mouth, rubbing her hot tits into his broad chest. One hand reached down to feel his cock, and a profound thrill shot through Rita's flesh.
His massive cock throbbed in her fingers with awesome power. She'd read enough about sex to know that her tiny cunt would stretch to accommodate his cock eventually. At first it would hurt like hell, but Rita was so excited that she didn't care if her father shoved it up her tingling, naked ass at this feverish moment.
But Phil didn't want to pierce her cherry, not just yet. The way he felt right now, like a cocked gun about to fire at the slightest provocation, he'd get his rocks off too soon. That would be a lousy trick to pull on his own frantically hot daughter. Normally, Phil could stay with any pussy almost indefinitely, fucking them until their cries of excitement blistered his ears.
But not with wild-eyed, tawny little Rita. Her glowing skin was like silk and fire against his, and as his immense hard-on throbbed between her thighs, he could feel her boiling cunt drip with readiness.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" she begged, tears of frenzied excitement streaming down her cheeks. "Let me have it!"
Instead, Phil slid down and clutched his daughter's heaving tits, sucking on one lush nipple. It tasted sweet and ripe, barely tainted by desire. Phil Wilson was not a devout pussy-eater. In fact, he preferred to leave that action to his highly skilled wife. He'd fucked so many women in his life, mainly young housewives, that he was cynical about putting his mouth down there. Christ, he'd be following an army of cocks in most cases!
Not only that. Phil knew that some women, no matter how hot and sexy they were, gave off a peculiar odor, to put it gently. His ravenous wife seemed to thrive on the strong scent of cunt in heat, but Phil was almost exclusively a cock-artist. His mind was basically centered in his huge prick, while Jenny's was located in her mouth.
But he knew it would be nothing short of an outrageous sin not to eat his lovely daughter's pussy. By giving the girl a wild blowjob, he'd prime her tight cherry for his massive prick.
He'd also beat his wife to the punch over her favorite obsession.
When he trailed hot kisses down over her softly rounded belly, Rita shuddered with mad anticipation. She knew what was coming. The pictures in her mother's dresser showed Jenny eating a number of feverish girls. The knowledge that she'd finally know what it felt like to be sucked off sent eager tremors through her steaming pussy.
Rita desperately wanted her father's enormous cock lunging deep into her cunt, but she was in such a frantic state of excitement that she'd gladly accept anything he gave her.
Phil's muscles rippled as he hunched between Rita's wide-spread thighs. He seized her luscious hot ass in his hands and lifted it off the bed. He was not a poet when it came to cunt-lapping, like his wild-eyed wife. He didn't gaze dreamily into a tender pussy for minutes, thinking delicious thoughts and savoring the suspense.
He paused only long enough to fill his nostrils with her honeyed fragrance, then plunged his tongue deep into her juicy cunt-flesh.
Rita's eyes grew huge and she gasped. The first wet thrill sent tiny shock-waves through her virgin cunt. A violent moan rolled from the girl's throat and she twined her fingers in her father's thick hair.
"Oh God, Daddy!" she screamed. She shook her head, her cunt tingling with fierce excitement. Sobbing and thrashing on the mattress, she began fucking her father's face, driven by fantastic thrills. Wave after wave of nerve-racking excitement tore through her silky flesh as Phil sucked her cunt, lashing deep with his tongue to scoop up her gushing pussy-nectar.
When Rita had gazed at the snapshots of her naked mother going down on ecstatic women, she'd tried to imagine what it would feel like to have her pussy eaten. She couldn't. The only thing she could relate it to was fingerfucking herself, but she was finding out there was absolutely no comparison.
Her father's hot tongue was a whip of lust in her boiling virgin cunt, working her up to a shattering orgasm. Rita raised her knees high and dug her bare heels into his shoulders, clutching his hair tightly. Her sharp cries had given way to low, eerie moans of obscene bliss as she rubbed her exploding cunt against his mouth.
Phil ate pussy the way he did everything-direct and to the point. He didn't bother toying with her tiny clit, fool around with suspenseful teasing, or shower fervent kisses on her sweet cunt, the way Jenny did with beautiful young girls. He just rammed his tongue and wriggled it around and bobbed his head.
But he had to admit she was utterly delicious and pure. He'd tasted his share of pussy in his swinging life, and it wasn't all a yummy feast, either. Some of them needed a dog license, by God. Others were juicy and exciting, but not one of them could begin to hold a candle to his daughter's darling cherry. He let her get her rocks off a full fifteen minutes before coming up for air.
Phil climbed up back beside her. She flung her arms around him and kissed his chest. He nudged her down toward his cock and balls. If he didn't come in her mouth, he wouldn't last two minutes in that hot, greedy little cunt. Not the first time, anyway.
Eagerly, Rita clutched his thick, throbbing cock in her fist and started jerking, watching in awe as a huge wad of jism seeped out. She kissed his boiling knob and licked up the cum. It tasted salty and tangy, and suddenly the feverish girl wanted more of it.
Still a virgin, Rita knew nothing about cocksucking, but she was anxious to learn, especially after seeing one snapshot of her father being sucked off by a slender, sexy girl. She told herself she had more than enough equipment to work with!
She seized as much of his prick as she could get in her hot mouth, sucking slowly and stroking the base of his cock at the same time. She used her tongue to swirl it around his knob every time she slid her lips upward. Rita felt almost faint with adoration at the size of her father's massive hard-on. This beat the hell out of losing her cherry to some groping schoolboy or jock. At least she was losing her virginity to a real man.
"Kiss my balls, too, baby-aaaah, you are an angel," Phil said, stroking her hair. She didn't have her mother's sultry power or diabolical storehouse of tricks, but she was juicy and passionate with his prick. As Phil watched her, hot waves of pleasure racing through his cock and balls, he stared at her gently bouncing ass. Flawless golden cheeks, Phil thought. Hell, why not give her a few nips and kisses on her sweet little ass?
Phil reached down and grabbed her thigh, gently hoisting the lower part of her naked body up over his face. Rita didn't miss a stroke of her hotly sucking mouth on his prick. She crouched over him in reverse, her pink, dimpled cunt dripping over his mouth. Holding her hips, Phil lowered her silken pussy on his face once more. Only this time he played with her tawny ass-cheeks first, gently biting and tonguing to make Rita shudder with fierce delight.
It turned out to be the juiciest, hottest sixty-nine Phil had ever had. What Rita lacked in skill, she more than made up for in sheer girlish excitement. She kissed and sucked and scraped her teeth cautiously against his long prick. She got a tight grip on his cock with her lips and wriggled her head from side to side, then up and down. She could feel his knob against her throat, and it aroused her to a delirious pitch. She started coming in gushes of cunt-honey over his mouth, swinging her boiling pussy furiously.
Suddenly Phil felt his load of jism beginning to burst its knot deep in his loins. Rita felt it too, in the way his prick swelled and got rock-hard, quivering intensely. She whipped her mouth back and forth on his cock in a frenzy of anticipation, panting madly, her first thrilling blowjob leaving a deep impression on her mind and flesh.
Her father shot off a fountain of hot cum in her throat, a torrent so thick the feverish girl almost choked on it. They were climaxing at the same time in each other's mouths, Phil's face smeared with her cunt-juice, Rita's throat gulping lustfully.
As his daughter drained his-spurting jism, Phil groaned and squeezed her sweating ass-cheeks. For sheer excitement, no wanton blowjob he'd ever had could match his daughter's luscious mouth or frantic passion.
Christ, wait til his wife got her locked in wild sixty-nine! Rita had inherited her mother's looks. Maybe she'd been stuck with her oral obsession, too. The girl might go through life sucking cocks and pussies with ferocious greed, like her lust-crazed mother.
There were worse fates, Phil decided, pushing his daughter's squirming, dripping cherry away from his mouth and gasping for air. She might have been frigid instead! She was still churning her boiling lips on his limp cock, draining the last oozing trickle of cum from his dick.
The moment she finished, Rita leaped on him, showering him with kisses. "Oh Daddy," she panted, "I loved it! You taste wild! Can I eat you for breakfast every morning?"
"You were fabulous, honey," Phil told her, patting her ripe ass. "You're a born cocksucker, like your mother." Which meant she would be a born pussy-eater, too, Phil thought dryly.
For a while he let her indulge in girlish delight, teasing his prick and balls while she rubbed her face in the thick hairs on his chest. Rita was so deliriously excited, so thrilled to have her pussy eaten for the first time and to go down on her father's enormous cock, that she was on the verge of telling him she knew about the pictures in her mother's drawer.
She wanted to ask him how she compared to the naked swingers in the pictures going down on him, but she didn't. Unlike most girls her age, Rita had a strong sense of tact when it came to privacy. That was something her parents had taught her, too. It didn't matter what other people did, who they fucked, or even what they fucked, just so long as they didn't tread on your toes. Conservative in almost all other respects, when it came to sex Phil was a swinging liberal.
Live and let live, fuck and let fuck, was his motto.
He figured most of the grim puritans out there were madly horny, frustrated swingers themselves. Since they were too chicken to try it, they didn't want anyone else enjoying themselves, either.
"It's big again, Daddy," whispered Rita, caressing his huge hard-on with her fingertips. "It's gigantic!"
He peered down at his crimson cock. "Yes, I've got an impatient little bugger there, Rita. See him leap and quiver? He wants your cherry, so let's not keep him waiting."
Rita tugged her father over on top of her.
"I've dreamed about this a lot of times, Daddy," she whispered. "I've even come in my sleep!"
"All by yourself?" he asked curiously.
"Well, with a little bit of help from my fingers," she blushed.
She wouldn't need to do that anymore, not with her bedroom just down the hall from his. Phil guided his massive cockhead against her juicy pussy. Before he could ease the knob in, Rita jerked up sharply. She shrieked. Only his cockhead was inside her fiery cunt-lips, but she was already impaled and gasping for breath.
"Gotta go easy, baby," Phil cautioned her. "Ah, that is a hot one! Just let me do the work and you hold still for a couple of minutes."
Lunging very gently, Phil began working his immense hard-on inside her boiling pussy. Rita felt incredibly gorged, although he didn't even have half his prick in. It burned intensely, but she was profoundly excited, too. She sobbed and rubbed his muscled ass and arched her back, so that her tawny, sweating tits dug into his chest.
"Daddy, it hurts!" she moaned. "But don't stop! Oh God, it's beginning to feel good! Oooooooh!"
His thick cock still burned as he slowly lunged inside her sucking cunt, but now her pussy was gushing to ease his path. There were faint but feverish thrills beneath the pain, getting hotter and wilder with each thrust. The friction of his grinding prick piercing her dimpled cunt was sending bolts of maddening pleasure through her loins.
Rita shuddered from head to toe and locked her legs around his waist. She swung her hot ass in perfect rhythm to his hips, moaning louder as she approached her first orgasm. Because he'd primed her by giving her a fiery blowjob, the schoolgirl's excitement rose to a frantic pitch very quickly.
"Daddy, I'm-aaaah!-coming! Oh Jesus, it's wild! Oooo, Daddy, fuck me, fuck meee, yesssssss!"
Phil was in his element now, fucking to a slow, powerful tempo, easing more of his quivering cock in by cautious degrees. She was so tight and juicy and ball-tingling, he would have found it impossible to hold back his load if she hadn't sucked him off first.
Once the brawny stud got his rocks off the first time, he could fuck like a tireless machine. He didn't begin the fancy stuff, though, until her boiling cunt was slippery enough to take it.
And when Phil started what he called his fancy stuff, they came until their pussies were numb with shock.
His daughter was climaxing furiously now, hissing and crying and thrashing deliriously beneath his enormous, driving prick. Her pussy sucked fiercely against his cock, and Phil purposely slowed down so that her orgasm would subside. The temptation to just pound his prick deep inside her luscious cunt in a series of savage thrusts until he got his rocks off was very strong, but Phil ignored it.
Any animal could get his rocks off in two minutes. He wanted to teach his lovely daughter the art of fucking, and leave the butchery to others.
Phil gave Rita his six-by-six routine. He slid his hot prick into her fiery slit for six slow, lewd strokes, then followed it with six brutal lunges. The change of friction and pressure in her juicy cunt drove her wild with delight. It was getting tougher to hold back his climax, though, because the frantic girl was hugging and sucking his long cock with ball-tingling power.
On the verge of coming, Phil quickly changed positions. He had Rita hunch on the mattress on all fours, her naked ass looming out.
For a moment, Phil was tempted to ram his immense hard-on deep into her delicate asshole. It looked so dainty and cute and tight between her luscious ass-cheeks that he almost gave in to the temptation.
He knelt behind her silky ass and gripped her cheeks firmly. He could take her final cherry now, her adorably tiny asshole, but Phil postponed that. Why spoil her pleasure the first time with a searing mass of cock up her sweet ass? Next time, for sure, he vowed.
That decision was his only mistake. You couldn't turn on a girl like Rita and expect her to saunter around after that with a halo over her pussy. Between his lusty wife and his hung, wildly horny son, Rita had more takers than she would have dreamed.
Phil worked his cock into her dripping cunt once more from the rear, playing with her hot, naked ass. For fifteen minutes he fucked the sobbing, thrashing girl until her sweating body trembled deliriously, until Rita was on the verge of going mad with sheer excitement.
Again he changed positions, this time letting her do all the work. He lay on his back while his feverish daughter straddled his hips, facing him. In control of her own thrills for a change, the tawny blonde shuddered and pumped her throbbing cunt on his hard-on in a dreamy fucking session. Her orgasms were no longer violent and shattering, but sensuous and teasing, hot ripples of ecstasy engulfing her naked flesh.
While Rita got her rocks off for another delicious half hour in this position, Phil stroked and lustily caressed every satiny inch of her flesh that he could reach. He played with her juicy, sweating tits and swollen nipples. He teased her cunt-hairs and worked his hands around to her hot, succulent ass.
During this last feverish fuck, Rita didn't say a word that could be understood. She sobbed, moaned, gasped and steadily cried as she came in an endless torrent of cunt-honey over his massive prick. Her tight, slippery cunt finally managed to suck up two-thirds of his cock, and the pain had disappeared long ago, replaced by incredible thrills.
Suddenly the girl hunched over on him and bit his lips in a frenzy. She whipped her boiling cunt furiously on his prick, her silken cunt-flesh sucking up his load of jism with passionate greed. Even Phil thought he'd never stop coming beneath the assault. There was wanton magic in his daughter's hot pussy, and someday, after she'd picked up a few tricks, probably from her own lewd mother, Rita would be the hottest, juiciest fuck in creation-a relentless, swinging animal on fire.
Rita collapsed on him, smothering him with her wet, burning nakedness. For a long time she panted and moaned, still hugging his cock fiercely in her tight cunt.
While she caught her breath, he stroked her ass fondly. It was time he got down to the shop, but he was tempted to lie here for a while and savor the feeling of Rita's sweet tits and dripping pussy against his body. There was nothing, absolutely nothing in the world like a ripe young cherry, especially when it was your own lovely daughter's, and you'd waited for it for so many years.
Aroused by her silky curves, Phil wanted to start all over again, beginning with her plump ass this time. But he'd have to save his energy for tonight, for his niece Sally.
Phil had only met her at dinner the night before, and while she was a cute, sexy thing, his mind had really been on Rita's cherry. Whatever the hot little brunette had, it had turned Phil's wife on like a blazing dynamo.
There would be games tonight-the kind of wild, depraved games Jenny thrived on. Jenny's technique had always been to give the greatest blowjob in the world, and get their rocks off until they were crazy about her.
After that, his hot, insatiable wife lowered the boom. Of course, he wouldn't permit Rita to see any of tonight's action. That would be strictly between himself, Jenny, and his sweetly curved niece.
But after all the wild, swinging years with his voluptuous blonde wife, Phil should have known better. With two sexy young girls in the house, one Jenny's daughter and the other her niece, and with Jenny's mad lips and bizarre games, there was no telling what might happen.
There was Jenny's son, too, hung almost as heavily as his father. Phil didn't even think about Tom, but he should have.
Before the night was over, he'd need all the help he could get. He had two feverishly horny young girls and a sex-crazed blonde in his house-his wife, his daughter and his niece.
But hell, a man needed a little hot pussy to come home to after a hard day's work, didn't he?
It would be a long, harrowing night for all of them, especially for unsuspecting Sally....