Chapter 9
When Joe woke up the next morning, it was to a very pleasant surprise.
Cindy was curled up down between his legs, casually licking his prick with the flat of her tongue. His cock was bolt upright, pointing straight up at the ceiling, stiff as stone.
He groaned huskily and wrapped both strong, hairy legs around the slender white shoulders of his little darling. He allowed her to taste every inch of his large tool, luxuriating in the salacious pleasure of it all.
They had spent half the night fucking, and when he had shot off his last salvo of smoking sperm into her frisky little cunt he had believed nothing in the world would ever get his prick hard again.
Obviously he had been wrong about that. All nine inches of his swollen penis towered up stiff and firm under the laving caresses of Cindy's talented young tongue. With her head twisting this way and that, she was gently lapping his cock as if it were a big lollipop!
He moved his legs a bit higher, shamelessly putting his spread-apart buttocks and large balls within reach of her mouth, just to see what the hell she might do.
To his sizzling delight Cindy bent her winsome little mouth down and licked crisply on each of his big love-bags. By pulling his erected prick up toward his navel with one hand, she was thus able to lift his testicles up well into position for a real bathing with her tongue.
He let her guzzle and suck for several long minutes on his balls, his cock throbbing and gorged, and then, with a mighty sigh of joy, he pushed her head away.
"Better .save some of that for this afternoon," he breathed, winking at her when she looked up with real disappointment.
"Please, daddy," she whispered, "please let me suck you until you cum. That was so much fun last night-what we did."
He knew what she was referring to. She meant the variation they had played when they finally tired of fucking. He had taught her how to sixty-nine, she had really grooved on having her spicy little pussy sucked while eating his big prick, and she had whispered to him later that she had cum the instant she felt his sperm gushering hotly into her mouth.
"You can suck me tonight," he said, casually.
He got out of bed, his cock wagging stiffly from side to side as he walked over to put on his shorts. He did want to fuck her, but he decided it might be better for both of them if they waited. It would give him something to think about all morning at the office.
"How about my not going to school today," Cindy suggested slyly, sitting up naked and cross-legged in the middle of his bed, her perky little tits sticking out in two directions, the nipples as large now as thumbs. "Then you could come home for lunch and we could fuck then."
He grinned. "Hey, honey, you're going to have to watch your language when your mom gets home. She could be here tomorrow."
Cindy made a petulant face. "I know. That's why I think we ought to fuck all day today. We can still find ways to do it when mom gets back, but it's more fun if we don't have to sneak around. I love just being in the house all alone with you."
"Yeah, but just remember to keep your hands to yourself when your mother gets back. She'd divorce me if she thought-"
"I wouldn't care! I'd marry you then, and we'd spend just hours and hours in bed fucking!"
On his way to the office, he shook his head at the way Cindy had suddenly been turned on to the world of sex. Jesus, he thought, maybe he had turned her on a little too fast.
But he was much too happy with the new daughter he had to worry about anything right now. Just the knowledge that the second he got home that afternoon she'd be waiting to let him do with her as he pleased was enough to make his heart beat like a drum.
"And I love the way she can suck," he whispered to his steering wheel, the corners of his mouth pulling back in a lusty, secret grin. "Hell, most guys spend their whole lives dreaming about getting their tools worked on by a rabbity little tongue like Cindy's, and I've got it from now on, any time I want it!"
He was still so happy when he got to work that he even forgot to eat out Rick's ass for trying to con him out of twenty bucks for the privilege of screwing Linda. Now he didn't even need a nympho like Linda, although he might take a little piece of that hot stuff if the right time came along again.
Rick seemed sullen all morning, as if something was gnawing at him. And finally, just before noon, his irritation spilled out.
"Uh-I guess Linda told you about that twenty bucks," Rick said, sheepishly.
"Forget it, Romeo. But just don't ever try to pull shit like that on me again."
"Oh, hell no, man. It's just that I needed a couple of bucks and you seemed like you wouldn't mind."
"Nobody likes to be conned."
'"Course not-and nobody likes to have his poontang cut off, either."
Joe glanced at his sullen young helper. "You got a problem?"
Rick frowned. "It's Linda. She's cut me off. Says she doesn't wanna fuck anybody but you."
Joe grinned, feeling his chest expand like a peacock. "You don't say? Looks like I'm not quite the weak-pricked old man you keep thinking I am.
"Shit, man, I gotta admit you got something a young girl like Linda digs."
"Nine inches, maybe?"
"Don't rub it in."
Joe shrugged. "Look, why don't you just trot your hot balls back over to that drive-in you were telling me about and pick yourself up another teenaged piece?"
Rick looked even more dismal than before. "Hell, Joe. I was mostly handing you a lot of crap about that. You can pick up some gals over there, but most of them are real sluts, real losers. Linda is the exception to the rule. She's got me going in goddamn circles."
Joe grinned. "Why, I do believe our cynical hero is in love."
"Bullshit, I just know a good fuck when I find one."
"So does Linda, pal. Sorry about that."
Nursing his injured ego, Rick made a mumbled remark about all the no-good young teenaged cunts in the world and went out of the office to get a cup of coffee.
Joe worked right through the noon hour, then about three in the afternoon he knocked off. He lied his head off to Rick, telling him he had this splitting headache and that he'd see him in the morning. Then he started for home-and the loving little snatch of his daughter.
On his way home, on impulse, Joe stopped at one of those adult magazine places, the kind with the windows blocked out, and he bought a couple of real good fuckbooks. One was called SUCK 'EM! and another was called CUMMIN' GOOD! The illustrations in the two porno magazines were enough to sizzle the hair on a saint.
He thought it would be fun to let Cindy look through the dirty pictures while he either sucked her slit or fucked her. He knew how hot, dirty photos could make a male, and he was curious to see if it would turn on Cindy just as much. Not that she needed too much stimulation. But something back in the really wicked part of his mind longed to see her heated up to the point of acting like a young whore with him.
When he got home he put the car in the garage and carried the dirty magazines into the house in his coat pocket.
"Hi, daddy," Cindy's voice called cheerfully to him from upstairs, "Come on up!"
He took his coat and tie off downstairs, then mounted the stairs with the pornography in his hand. He entered Cindy's room with a grin, and then stopped dead in his tracks.
Cindy had a friend with her. Sally Horton.
And they were both naked as young jaybirds.
He gulped, and stared at the two nymphets, trying not to be too entertained by those big tits of Sally's he had seen once through Cindy's keyhole.
"Come on in, daddy," Cindy breathed, teasingly, "and don't mind Sally being here. She wants fucked too!"
Joe couldn't believe his ears, but his brain damned sure gave him a quick, solid message.
"Christ, Cindy," he rasped, "what the hell is this? You promised you wouldn't-"
"Don't worry about it, Mr. Foster," Sally Horton purred, interrupting him with a flirting wink, "I wouldn't dream of telling anybody about anything, either. It's just that Cindy and I have never had any secrets from each other. And when she told me how, well, marvelous you were, I just had to be counted in on the deal."
Despite his misgivings, he could feel his randy cock beginning to stiffen in his pants.
"I-I don't know about this," he sputtered, his voice about as convincing as a paper pistol. "I could get into a helluva lot of trouble if-"
"Oh, daddy," Cindy chirped. "You worry too much. Sally and I aren't silly little idiots. Nobody is going to say a word about anything. We just want to have fun. You're a sweet daddy with a great big prick. You like to fuck young girls, and we want to be fucked."
Sally Horton gave him another lusty wink. "So what's the big hassle, Mr. Foster? Afraid you can't make it with two hot young girls at the same time?"
Something in the mocking way the little bitch tossed him that challenge made his fears fly out the window on wings of angry lust.
"Listen, baby doll," he heard himself sneering, "I could fuck Cindy fourteen ways from Memphis and still have enough hard-on to make you squeal."
Sally grinned. "You talk a good screwing, Mr. Foster, how are you in the sack?"
If anybody had told him a month ago that he would be standing in front of Cindy and Sally Horton, hearing them talk like a couple of Mexican whores, he'd have said they were nuts. But now he was hearing it, and the effect on his hormones was dynamite!
He began to horse out of his clothes!
"Attaboy," Sally laughed, slowly moving her lithe young legs apart and rubbing the furred slit between her legs, "I just wondered if you had the same kind of get-up-and-go my uncle has."
by the time he had his pants off he found himself confronted with two fourteen-year-old girls with their legs spread for him, their pussies gleaming hot and moist in readiness.
Talk about doubling your pleasure.
"Oh, wow," Sally whispered when she saw his prick come out of his shorts.
Cindy hummed softly at her friend: "Didn't I tell you daddy was hung like a horse?"
"I just hope he can fuck like one," Sally purred.
Joe's ears were blazing with the sluttish talk coming from the two girls. But their words were having just the effect they planned on him. His prick was rising up with rapid, jerking motions.
When he was naked as they were, his cock sticking like a thick staff out from between his legs, he surveyed the situation with an almost gloating pleasure.
Two cute, tight young pussies-and all his!
"Which one of you want to be fucked first?" he asked simply.
They had obviously discussed that technical problem in advance, because Cindy grinned at him with the kind of look that revealed both her youthfulness and her experience with the art of fornication.
"We want to play a little game, daddy," she breathed. "It's something Sally said she read about in a dirty book."
Only then did he remember the fuck magazines he had bought, but he knew he could save them for some later fun.
"What kind of game?" he demanded.
Sally spoke up. "In the book I read, they called it something like SLOW-POKE PUSSY."
"What the hell is that?"
"The way the characters in the book did it," Sally trilled, "was that the man stuck his prick into first one girl's cunt and then the other girl's. He only had one minute to do all the fucking he could, and then he had to pull it out and put it in the second pussy. Somebody does the timing."
Joe chuckled lustily, and his prick stiffened to an absolute obscene hardness and length just thinking of the prospect of a game like that!
"Who wins?" he asked numbly.
Cindy smiled. "Everybody, of course!"
"The real winner," Sally insisted, "is the girl who can make the guy go off while he's inside her, who can make him cum while he's fucking."
Cindy raised her hand, making her perky little tits bobble upward. "Only we decided to change the game a little bit, daddy. You won't do the fucking this time, Sally and I will!"
He grinned slackly. "Sounds better all the time How do you want to play this, girls?"
Sally had the answer to that. "Hey, Mr. Foster. You sit in the chair over there, and Cindy and I will do the rest."
He wasn't about to argue with them!
He took his place in the soft chair in one corner of Cindy's room. When he was comfortably seated, he spraddled his hairy thighs apart so that his formidable prick stuck straight up between his legs.
He was ready for any goddamned fucking game they could dream up!
Cindy was first, somehow assuming that she had the right to be since it was her daddy's cock and her own chair.
She came into his lap, swinging her leg high up over his groin and grasping his prick with both hands. As she settled down over him, her pussy opened like a whiskery, warm mouth and took his whole prick in one squishy gulp.
When she had his penis horsed up her cunt to the balls, she glanced around at Sally and said, "Say when!"
'Wow;!" Sally husked.
Cindy began to pump up and down on his iron-like cock as Sally counted out the slow seconds leading up to a full minute.
Joe groaned with pleasure as Cindy's wet young slit slid up and down the hard column of his cock. He could feel the lips of her cunt nipping and sucking as she fucked, and on each downward thrust the soft ringlets of her pubic hair touched teasingly against his firm balls.
"Time!" Sally called, grinning.
Cindy reluctantly disengaged her dripping pussy from the joystick she'd been so deliciously riding, and let Sally take her place.
Joe geared himself for the treat of a strange new trench, the one coyly hiding under the mossy film between Sally's legs. His prick throbbed passionately as she climbed aboard his thighs. And when her nimble fingers clasped his cock and guided the gleaming head between the folds of her horny twat, he grunted with deep lust.
Sally's pussy fitted around his prick like a glove, absorbing the strongly erected column of meat with the kind of pressure that would have made an adolescent male shoot his balls off in seconds.
But Joe was enjoying this game too much to end it.
"Fuck it, cowgirl!" he whispered, captivated by the swelling tits bouncing in front of him.
Sally began to screw him with the zest of a born nympho while Cindy loudly ticked off the seconds in the background. She bucked and pounded her cloying cunt with such deeply suctioning thrusts that Joe could feel the head of his cock ramming snugly up against her womb on the downward stabs.
"Jesus," he husked, reaching out and holding her by the waist, "you really know how to do it, baby!"
Sally closed her eyes and threw back her head, whamming away at his oversized prick with the mindless joy of a youthful whore. Her pussy was throbbing, constricting, dripping in response to the massaging friction of such a big hunk of meat.
"TIME!!"
"Oh, crap," Sally huffed.
Joe grinned and reached up to squeeze her mature tits. He tested their plumpness with his fingertips, then tweaked each ruby nipple. In response, Sally's vaginal muscles clasped his gorged cock and sent pressuring thrills through his loins.
"My turn," Cindy snapped, pushing Sally sideways off of Joe's lap.
Sally's sultry young pussy slurped very reluctantly off of the big stalk of meat which had been showing her such a good time, but Cindy lost no ground in taking her place.
Joe's blood pounded with fresh vigor as his daughter sheathed his glistening prick once more deeply between her legs, and began to fuck with rapid, greedy strokes.
For the next twenty minutes the game went on.
It drove Joe half crazy with lust!
by the time he was ready for his orgasm his cock had been ridden at least six different times by Sally and Cindy, and the head of it was purple with passion, and soaking wet from the expended juices of two of the hottest, tightest pussies in town!
"C'mon, somebody finish me off!" he groaned, helplessly.
The girls had another surprise in store for him, one that Rick Roberts or any male with sperm still left to spurt would have given their souls to experience.
They decided to make him cum with their mouths.
As he sat in the chair, legs spraddled, balls hanging low and hot, his prick throbbing and veined, both of the girls huddled between his thighs.
He felt first one fleeting tongue, then another. They licked and lapped with darting hunger from one side of his prick to the other. While one sucked teasingly on the head of his cock, the other tickled his balls with the point of her tongue. Then both of them joined in a constant, concentrated, consummate sucking of his whole tool.
"God, that feels good," he rasped, "do it like that ... yeah ... suck ... Suck! SUCK, GIRLS!!"
They gave him everything he wanted, even to the lewd fingering of his balls as they slurped, two hot young mouths, both trying to outdo the other in pleasuring the strapping big prick before them.
It lasted only a few wild minutes.
He shot his load, hurling hot globs of spunk several inches in the air as they lapped for it.
The last thing he saw before he closed his eyes in a coma of pure contentment was Sally Horton, trying to lick a thick glob of his sperm off the tip of her cute nose!