Chapter 3
Annie crept out of the pantry closet and lay flat on her belly on the floor.
Caroline had switched off the light when she and Warren had exited the kitchen.
Annie lay in the shadows, light filtering in through the open archway.
The noise from the living room had subsided somewhat during the time Annie spent in the pantry. Occasional soft laughter or chatter sounded.
Annie inched her way across the floor. She was conscious of every sound she made, from the light scraping of her belt buckle against the linoleum, to the beating of her heart, which sounded loud to her although she knew the others couldn't hear it.
Annie crawled to the archway, and pressed her body against the wall, so that she was hidden behind it. She peeked over the edge, into the living room.
Jim Barton, her daddy, was a big man in his early forties. His light brown hair was cut close to his scalp, giving him a military look.
His face was wide, with a lot of jaw and a blocky chin. His eyes were gray and there was a ridge on his nose where it had been broken during a college football game.
He was in top shape, with broad shoulders and thick arms. His chest was wide and muscular, with a square-shaped torso.
There was a slight softness at his belly, the result of too much good food and drink. Despite that, he was solid and powerful.
A coating of brown hair covered his body, his back, shoulders, belly, and arms.
He sat on the sofa. His tie and jacket and shirt were off, and he was naked from the waist up. He wore a pair of navy colored slacks. His feet were bare.
Gloria Lifton sat on his lap.
Gloria was in her middle thirties. In her youth she had been a champion amateur figure skater, and had won a number of prizes for her form.
Her form on the ice wasn't as good as it had been when she was a fanatically dedicated teen sports player, but her physical form was as good as ever.
Her body was in excellent shape, without a trace of sag or softness that didn't belong. She was five and a half feet tall.
She had thick auburn hair which was shot through with red highlights which looked like streaks of copper in an ore deposit.
Constant dieting and weight watching had given her a perfect female physique. It also had given her a permanently lean and hungry look.
She had sky blue eyes, cool as fields of glacier ice. The contrast of her blue eyes with her reddish-brown hair was very striking.
Her lips were full and sensual, covered with a scarlet lip gloss which made them look as though they had been freshly painted.
It was early in the summer, and she had already gotten quite a bit of sun. Her face and neck and arms were lightly tanned by the sun's rays.
Gloria wore a clinging pale green dress, made of a gauzy, silken fabric which clung to her curves. Her breasts were high and firm and full.
Her rounded bottom pressed against Jim's groin. She perched sideways on his lap, her long legs dangling, one of her high heeled shoes slipping off so that her heel was free from it, and her toes were inside it.
Jim's arm snugly circled her trim waist, holding her close.
Caroline and Warren were together, kissing.
Caroline was in her early thirties. Everything about her was abundant-her masses of shimmering black hair, thick and glossy; her shining dark eyes; her full red lips, which were sensually pouting; her breasts, oversized mounds of flesh which jiggled under her dress; her wide hips; her rounded thighs, and her long luscious legs.
She and Warren kissed with open mouths. Their jaws worked as they rubbed their tongues together, tasting each other's mouths.
Caroline sat with her long legs crossed, right leg over left leg.
Her skirt had ridden up to the tops of her thighs. Warren's hand was on her thighs, stroking them, pushing the skirt up ever-higher.
As she kissed him, Caroline unbuttoned his shirt. Her long fingers had sharply pointed nails which were painted red, like they were covered with blood.
Her lipstick was the same shade. Traces of it had smeared around Warren's mouth.
Jim Barton had some friends in the entertainment world. Once, he had arranged for Annie and Kim to go backstage at the set of a successful Broadway musical.
Annie had been amazed to go behind the scenes. She walked behind the painted canvas backdrops of the sets. These massive squares of canvas were painted with realistic scenes on the side which faced the audience.
However, the other side was merely blank canvas, patched, stretched across a framework of boards and stapled down to them.
Now, as she watched what the foursome was doing in the living room, Annie felt as though she had once again gone backstage, behind the stage set of her dad's life, behind the disguise of seeming normality and conventionality he presented to the world at large.
This is the way that things really are, Annie told herself.
This was the way adults-including her father!-acted when they were by themselves, and there were no outsiders to see them as they really were.
The wine bottle was empty, and drained glasses were set down on the table. The foursome had their hands full with better things than wine glasses.
Jim hugged Gloria and squeezed her waist.
She rested her hands on his broad bare shoulders and rubbed them caressingly. Jim pulled her to him.
Their open mouths met and locked together, their tongues thrusting and rubbing.
"Ummmm," Gloria murmured appreciatively as she kissed.
She closed her legs and rubbed her thighs together. Jim's hand dropped into her lap. Gloria's eyes were closed and her face was red and heated.
Caroline unbuttoned Warren's shirt from top to bottom. She pulled the shirt tails free from his waistband, reached into the shirt, and caressed his flat belly.
Jim put his hand on Gloria's breasts. She murmured and kissed him harder.
He fondled and kneaded her breasts through her dress. The yielding mounds of soft flesh rippled and jiggled as his big hands caressed them.
He eased her off his lap and stood up beside her. Gloria pressed her front against his, . wrapped her arms around his upper back, and rubbed her groin into his.
He rested his hands on her back as he kissed her. They dropped to her buttocks and clenched them, one in each hand. He cupped and lifted her buttocks.
Keeping one hand on her bottom, he moved his other hand to the top of her dress, at the back of her neck. His thick fingers found the tiny zipper.
He pulled the zipper down, opening the dress from her shoulders to the small of her back.
Caroline's hand covered Warren's groin. Annie saw that his member bulged bigger than ever in the crotch of his pants.
Caroline fondled the stiff cock through the folds of fabric.
Warren caressed her breasts. Caroline's nipples were out-lined against the fabric. As his fingers touched her, her nipples got longer and larger.
Jim Barton took Gloria's dress off. She held out her arms and he pulled the sleeves free and clear of them, then tugged the dress down off her hips.
Gloria stepped out of the dress. Jim bent down, picked it up, put it aside.
Gloria's breasts were cupped in the lacy support of a frilly white bra. Its shoulder straps were lace bands. The bra cups were elaborately embroidered.
She wore a white satin half-slip, which came down from her waist to her knees.
Her legs were bare-Gloria wore no pantyhose.
Jim caressed her breasts. He rubbed his hand over the soft tops of them, where they emerged from the frilly white bra cups.
Her body was well tanned, too, and was a slighter lighter shade of bronze than her face and arms. Her breasts jiggled inside their cups as Jim fondled them.
Warren removed Caroline's dress. Her heavy breasts strained against the white satin cups of her brassiere. The bra was specially reinforced and underwired to give adequate support to a woman of her impressive bustline.
Jim stopped kissing Gloria. They stood side by side. His arm was around her waist, and her hips brushed against his. They faced Warren and Caroline.
Jim said, "Warren, I think it would be an excellent idea for the ladies to finish undressing each other." His voice was slightly slurred from intoxication.
"Yes-that would be an excellent idea." Warren's face was red and swollen with lust. A thin coating of sweat lay on his face and upper body.
Jim patted Gloria's bottom. The redhead was eager and excited.
Caroline's dark eyes smoldered. Her wide mouth, whose corners tilted slightly upwards, giving her a wanton look, was bold and hungry.
Her red lips parted to allow her pink tongue to slide out from between them. The tongue tip glided over her lips, moistening them, making them gleam.
Gloria and Caroline walked to each other. Caroline moved like a big cat, her body rippling with controlled predatory power.
Gloria had a slighter build, and moved more gracefully, like a dancer. Her figure skating days had included much training in ballet to build style and grace.
Gloria and Caroline halted, facing each other, standing about a foot apart.
Caroline greedily reached out and embraced the redhead. Her ivory arms wrapped around Gloria's golden back as she pulled her close.
Their breasts in their bras met and touched first, followed by their lips an instant later. In this exchange, it was Caroline who was the more aggressive and dominant partner, while Gloria was more submissive and yielding.
Gloria closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and tilted her head back to be kissed.
Caroline's red-lipped mouth clamped over Gloria's. Caroline thrust her tongue into the redhead's mouth, probing it, tasting the sweetness of her saliva.
Jim said thickly, "I'll get the bed ready."
The sofa was the convertible kind, and folded out into a big bed. Jim pulled off the padded seat cushions and placed them down on the floor.
He folded out the bed to its full length. It was large, and took up a good deal of space. The mattress was covered with a white linen mattress cover.
Still kissing Gloria, Caroline reached behind the redhead's back. Her red-nailed fingers deftly unhooked the tiny snaps at the back of the bra strap.
The back strap came undone. Caroline broke off the kiss.
Gloria opened her eyes. They were glazed and dreamy. She seemed to be in a trance, a haze of erotic pleasure. Her lips curved upward in a slow smile.
Caroline slid the bra's straps off Gloria's shoulders. She pulled the lacy cups free from Gloria's breasts, which tumbled out of them.
Gloria's breasts were high and firm. The white outline of the bikini top she had worn while tanning was imprinted on her flesh.
There were two white triangles on her breasts, were the bikini cups ahd been, and a pair of thin vertical lines formed by the bikini's support straps.
The rest of her upper body was that tawny golden glowing color.
Her nipples were long, with neat round roseates. Both nipples and roseates were bright pink. The nipples were puckered and stiffly erect.
Gloria sighed as Caroline fondled her bare breasts. Caroline took hold of a nipple and gently rolled it between her fingers.
She lowered her head to Gloria's bosom. Her puckered lips touched down on a nipple and kissed it wetly. She sucked the nipple between her lips.
Caroline sucked and licked the nipple. Gloria fondled Caroline's shimmering black hair, which fell across her white back like a curtain of shadows.
Caroline took one nipple from her mouth and prompty substituted Gloria's other nipple for it.
After a moment, Caroline lifted her head and stood up straight.
Gloria's fingers shyly rubbed Caroline's breasts through her satin bra cups.
Caroline, looking directly into Gloria's eyes, spread her feet shoulder width apart, reached behind her back, unfastened her bra, and took it off.
Caroline's heavy breasts jiggled and rippled as they tumbled free from her bra cups. She tossed the bra over the back of a chair.
Her nipples were large, the size of pink thimbles. Her roseates were oversized, wider than silver dollars, covering a good portion of the tips of her breasts.
Caroline cupped her breasts in her palms and lifted them, offering her breasts to Gloria. There was a look of need on Gloria's excited face.
Gloria rubbed her face back and forth across the breasts, her eyes closed.
Caroline fed her nipple into the wide O formed by Gloria's open mouth.
Gloria made soft sucking sounds as she nursed at Caroline's breast.
Something softly thudded against the carpeted floor. It was Jim Barton's slacks, which he had just opened and pulled down off his hips.
He stepped out of them. He wore a pair of white boxer style shorts.
His stiff cock bulged thickly in the crotch of them. The shorts had an opening in the center. Through the opening, Annie caught glimpses of the fleshy, stiff cock which made the shorts bulge outward like a tent.
Annie was glued to the scene. She couldn't have moved to save her life.
Jim pulled down his shorts, and Annie saw her daddy's nakedness.
The sight was burned into her mind. She had often seen her dad lounging around in his bathing suit at the poolside, but she had never seen him totally nude.
Annie involuntarily closed her legs and squeezed her thighs tight when she saw how big her daddy was. Jim Barton was thick, hard, and ready.
Freed from the confines of his shorts, his cock stood straight out.
It was long-close to eight inches. The broad fleshy head looked like a mushroom cap, except that it glowed a heated orange-red.
His heavy balls were swollen in a tight hairy sac. He was hairy all over, but the thickest tangle of hair was his pubic bush.
It was like a matted thicket of black hairs, dense as a jungle.
His cock bobbed and swayed as he padded over to Gloria. For a big man, well over six feet tall, he moved with surprising lightness on his feet.
He came up behind Gloria and embraced her. She wiggled her bottom, but continued to lick and kiss and suck Caroline's breasts.
Jim tugged her white slip down off her hips. It fluttered to her ankles.
A pair of filmy, gauzy, skimpy white silk panties were stretched tight across Gloria's hips. Her buttocks were high and firm and rounded.
The panties were so thin that they were semi-transparent. Gloria's dark bush could be seen through the fabric which pressed against her pussy.
Jim slipped his fingers under the elastic waistband and took down the panties.
There was a break in the golden tan of her lower body, where she had worn a bikini bottom in the sun. It formed a white triangle of flesh on her hips, matching the outline of the bikini top which left her pert, pear-shaped breasts white.
Jim pressed his groin against her buttocks. His red stiff cock rubbed her ass cheeks. It rose and stood upright so it was sandwiched between his flesh and hers.
Caroline disengaged Gloria's mouth from her breasts.
Bright smears of Caroline's saliva glistened on Caroline's stiff nipples.
Caroline got down on her knees, so that her head was level with Gloria's pussy.
She rested her hands on the redhead's hips. Gloria's pubic bush was a dark brick red. Her pussy lips were rose colored and fleshy and intricate.
Caroline's nostrils flared. Her hot breath rustled through the tightly coiled silken hairs covering Gloria's pussy.
Gloria moved her feet wider apart, opening her thighs, opening herself to Caroline.
Caroline kissed Gloria's pussy. She extended her tongue and licked the labia.
Jim reached in front of Gloria and held her breasts. He fondled and kneaded them, stroking them lightly, playing with the stiff nipples.
Caroline pressed her face to Gloria's pussy and thrust her tongue between its lips.
Gloria sighed and moaned as the tongue entered her. At the same time, Jim leaned into her, back and forth, rubbing his hard cock against her soft bottom.
Warren joined the group. He, too, was naked. He was lightly haired, with lean hips and long bony legs and well defined wiry muscles.
His cock was longer than Jim's, but thinner. It jutted straight out from his hips.
Jim gently led Gloria away from Caroline. Gloria was slightly unsteady on her feet, as though her knees were too weak to support her body weight.
Caroline's mouth and chin were wet. She smacked her red lips, savoring the taste of Gloria. She turned her head and saw Warren's stiff cock looming in front of her face.
She smiled lewdly. Warren grinned down at her. She moved around on her knees so that she faced him. Her breasts bobbed as she moved.
Warren rested his hands on her head. He toyed with strands of her black hair, and caressed her forehead and her cheeks.
Caroline took his member in hand. Her long fingers closed around it, so that only the red bullet shaped head of the cock emerged from her fist.
Warren was stimulated. When Caroline gave his member just a little squeeze, a single pearly drop of semen oozed from it.
Caroline extended her tongue and lapped it up.
She licked his cock head, covering it with saliva, rubbing her tongue tip against the tiny hole in the tip of his penis.
Her tongue moistened her lips, which she opened wide to take Warren's cock inside.
He squirmed as she took the cock head into her mouth. Caroline rubbed it against the slippery, sleek roof of her mouth.
He was deep in her. His cock remained lodged in her mouth after she took her hand off it and placed both her hands on his lean hips.
Her red puckered lips pressed against his shaft. She worked her tongue against the sensitive underside of his shaft, working on the soft node of flesh which was right below the rim of his blunt-tipped cock head.
Warren wrapped strands of her hair around his hands.
His buttocks were tightly clenched. He moved his hips forward and backward.
His cock glided over her puckered lips. The smooth insides of her lips caressed his member. Caroline could feel veins throb in his member.
Warren held her hair so that twin strands of it rose like horns from her head.
He rocked back and forth, fucking her in the mouth.
Gloria lay on her back on the fold-out bed.
Jim was on top of her. He knelt facing her feet, so that his groin was above her upturned face, and his head was poised over her pussy.
Gloria reached up, making contact, touching him, her hands gliding over his hairy muscular thighs, his firm bottom, his strong torso.
His stiff, jutting cock rushed and rubbed her face. Gloria took hold of his thick member and guided it into her mouth and sucked it.
Jim gasped with pleasure as his cock head was enveloped by her hot moist mouth.
His hands rested on her smooth warm thighs. Gloria spread her legs, opening herself to him. He stroked her thighs as he lowered his head.
He kissed her pussy. He rubbed his face across her tufted pubic bush.
Jim moaned and his face scrunched up in an expression of delight as Gloria slurped and sucked his member. She fingered and fondled his swollen, sensitive balls.
He planted his mouth on her pussy lips. His tongue dipped between them, splitting and spreading them. She was wet and hot inside.
His tongue glided over her membranes, tasting her juices. Soon his nose and mouth and chin were wet with her juices and his saliva.
He glided his tongue up her dripping slit and pressed the tip of it against her clitoris. It was a throbbing button of flesh rolling in her natural oils.
His tongue massaged and caressed her clitoris.
Gloria moaned from what his mouth was doing to her pussy. Since Jim's cock was planted deep in her mouth, her moans vibrated up his shaft, making him squirm with added pleasure. Gloria's thighs trembled beneath his hands.
Gloria lifted her buttocks from the mattress and gyrated her hips, moving her pussy in response to the surging rhythms of Jim's tongue.
Looking up from her quivering pussy, Jim saw Gloria's tiny toes curling up.
He tongued her harder. Her moans vibrated along his cock like deep bass tones coming out of a pipe organ in church.
Gloria was thrashing beneath him. He pinned her hips to the mattress and held them down while his tongue ruthlessly excited her pussy.
Gloria climaxed. Even with his cock filling her mouth, her gasping moans were loud in the living room. Her pussy contracted convulsively as she orgasmed.
Jim lifted his lips from her pussy and waited for her to recover slightly.
He stopped holding back, now that she had come. He let go.
Semen gushed into Gloria's throat. Her body still trembled from her orgasm, but she pressed her puckered lips against his shaft and sucked hard.
Her mouth milked the come from him as it was pumped into her mouth. Her throat muscles flexed as she swallowed, gulping the semen down as it spurted.
Warren held Caroline's head in both hands, keeping it in position while he thrust his stiff red cock in and out of her lips.
When he pulled back, only his cock head remained in her mouth. When he thrust forward, Caroline took it deep, so that his cock head bumped the back of her throat.
She cupped his swollen balls in her palm and fingered them delicately, with a touch as light as a feather. Sweat streamed down his gasping face.
Warren went rigid and stopped moving when his cock was planted deep in Caroline's throat. Her cheeks went hollow as she sucked.