Chapter 9
"You know, it's been over a week since we've been alone like this," Trish murmured happily, turning her fingers in Gillian's damp slit, the two of them snuggled under the covers of Trish's bed.
"Uhm and a busy week it's been," Gillian smiled, touching her lips to Trish's as she rolled her sister's clit between her fingertips. "You gave your cherry up with Rob, I made love with Darla and then we made love with both of them," she whispered, her voice trembling as Trish's touch quickened the pulsing of her cunny. "We made it with the Boerne's, I seduced Fred, he seduced mom, we joined him and her, you balled and sucked off Hank and Alex, I retired from virginity with your help, made it with the hitchhiker," she gasped, her eyes glazed as she counted off the litany of their carnal quests.
"Rob, Hank, Carl, Fred, Alex, Darla, Jill, Eva and the hitchhiker," Trish groaned, her tongue curling out as her clit throbbed within Gillian's touch. "Wh-what d'you think'll hap-happen next?" she sighed, her body trembling.
"You're one-cock up-on me," Gillian gasped, writhing with her orgasm, kicking the sheet away from their supple young bodies, pink slits gulping around one another's hands. "We-" she began, only to cut off as the door opened, both of their heads jerking toward it in surprise.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" their father demanded as they pulled their wet hands from one another's cunt. "Get up," he directed sternly, "and march into my room."
Hesitantly, they stood, eyes downcast and moved past him, hands over their muffs, forearms over their tits. They hoped Jill would not feel compelled to confess her activities in order to defend them, though they felt fearful of Larry's anger at finding his daughters making love to each other.
"Jill, I've just caught Trish and Gillian fingering one another," he said sternly, closing the door behind them and they raised their eyes to Jill who was sitting up in bed, the covers just concealing her opulent tits. "You were telling me the truth-they're beautiful," he added and Jill let the covers drop with a grin, naked.
Blinking with surprised confusion, Trish and Gillian looked at one another and then turned back toward Larry. He stood grinning, his pajamas removed to reveal his engorged cock. Breaking into laughter, the girls hugged him, their tongues darting into his mouth as their fingers curled around his thick shaft.
"We were just watching the films of your un-birth-day party," he said, indicating the projector at the side of the room, "as Humpty Dumpty would've put it. Sorry I wasn't invited," he said, caressing her lush fanny.
"To her cherry jubilee?" Trish grinned, Jill moving to turn the projector back on.
Giving Larry's cock a loving kiss, Trish turned out the lights as Jill lit several candles and then joined Jill in the bed. Arms sliding around one another, blond hair meshing with strawberry blond, they softly kissed, the pert nubs of Trish's nipples touching the uplifted rings of Jill's. They stretched out, their kiss deepening and their legs curled together as they tenderly caressed one another's soft flesh.
Standing between the projector and screen, Gillian and Larry held each other tightly, their tongues drawing serpentine designs. An image of Gillian's face contoured to their bodies, her mouth opening to taste of her sister's shimmering cleft. Gillian curled one leg behind Larry's knee, her belly rolling his thick column against his stomach, her hands massaging his sides. Held between Trish's teeth, Carl's member eased into Gillian's fluttering nest, the film image flowing across Gillian and Larry's faces, the rigid shaft seeming to extend from her head to be encased in his. Larry's palm slid up from the silky cushions of her derriere to the downy small of her back, his face lowering to taste her ripe young breasts. She nibbled at his shoulder, murmuring as his lips opened and closed around her nipples, the edges of his teeth grazing them as his tongue flowed over their tips. Images of Jill and Eva's mouths supping on her swollen tits. She leaned back, supported by his hands and her leg around his. His cock lowered from his stomach, the bulbous head easing down her quivering belly, approaching the auburn fur. Images of her ass rolling atop the thick spindle of Fred's cock, her cunny throbbing around Carl's pumping rod, Trish's mouth pressing her clit down against it. His kisses moving down below her breasts, Larry eased one hand down to her thigh, the other remaining against the shallow of her back and he lifted her leg from the floor, the other tightening around his. Images of Gillian's hands clutching in Jill and Eva's cunnies as her own blazed hotly. She gasped as Larry's head nuzzled into the top of her slit, brushing against the hot pearl of her clit. Her legs curled around his waist, her arms around his neck as his cock held on the edge of her channel. Her head lolled back, her hair flowing and she groaned as he continued to kiss her breasts, as his head balanced. And she caught her breath as he slid up into her, her legs tightening, her cunny shivering around the thickness filling her, moving up within the cauldron of her sex. She pulled herself to him and her lips ground against his, her tongue whipping in his mouth, her hips twisting on the churning skewer of his prod, her breasts pulling back and forth across his chest. Image of Gillian's face, her mouth widening, her eyes shut, her nostrils flaring, her forehead lining as she came. Her hips rolled against his,-her arms clutching him tightly, her vaginal muscles stroking her father's flexing cock.
Trish kissed her mother's closed eyes, her fingers buried in her hair. The candle light flowed and wavered over their satiny flesh, glimmering in Jill's fleecy underbelly and in Trish's soft ringlets, refracting from the dewy moistness of their love juices. Jill languidly drew her opened lips over the soft orbs of her daughter's breasts, her hot breath quavering the smooth flesh and pulling the pert nubs even more erect. Trish's fingers played in the pale down of her abdomen and eased into the white-gold curlings of her lower belly and cunny, her open hand flexing against the silky pelt, the heel rolling the pulsing pearl within her slit. Jill's eyelids pressed closed, her nostrils opening as she inhaled deeply, pleasure lapping at her mind.
The shadow of their joined bodies thrown upon the movie screen, Larry and his daughter groaned into each other's mouth, their loins thrusting and rocking together, his prick throbbing in the shimmering electricity of her slit. An image of Gillian crying out into her sister's snatch, her body arching as she came. Larry's hands clutched her sweet ass, his cock thrusting against his grip. An image of Jill and Eva's faces twisted with ecstasy as they climaxed. Gillian clutched her legs and relaxed them around his hips, shoving herself down on his hardness, dragging herself up his thickness, screwing down around his length. Memory of the hitchhiker's cock pumping between her tits, his come erupting. She grabbed at Larry's shoulders, her body shuddering with mounting orgasms. Image of her hips convulsing between Fred and Carl's, their pricks shooting off within her. She cried out into Larry's mouth and they swayed drunkenly, her cunny grabbing and jerking on his engorged sex. Image of come shooting up, cock gripped in her softness. Her head went back. Image and memory and that instant overlapping into a whirlpool of cock-cunt-f a c e reacting-come-breasts-cunt-come-come-c o me-come-come ever faster, blood pounding, senses reeling, everything spinning into space, body possessed by carnal hysteria, his cock leaping within her, his come flooding her, Jill and Trish crying out, cunnies fusing, Larry crying out, her own voice crying out, come rising like lava with tendrils and droplets, candle light and projector light, film and juices, images and memory floating away, the present moment coming up, coming, coming, flesh burning, hands gripping, toes curling, legs holding, spasming pleasure, shared pleasure, pleasure easing, soothing, gentling, letting her down slow and easy, drifting softly with him, with her and her, all four smiling, recovering together, returning together.
"Yeahh-h," Gillian exhaled softly, her eyes glazed.
Smiling, Jill touched her lips to Gillian's, then to Larry's. Finally, Trish got up to turn off the projector, the film having run out long ago.
"And to think that Gil and I were wondering what would happen next," Trish laughed with a shake of her head.
"Thank heaven for the pill," Gillian suddenly giggled.
"Of course, I know what I want to happen next," Trish purred as she lay down beside Larry and she gave his slack cock a squeeze.
"Seems strange all of us here and Don oblivious to sex," Jill commented.
"Yeah, I thought of that too," Trish nodded. "How come he isn't following in your cockprints?" she asked Larry playfully.
"I wasn't out of town for nothing one night, was I?" he grinned toward Jill.
"You're evading the question," she grinned back.
"So're you."
"I think-" Gillian began, cutting off at the sound of a knock at the door.
The four exchanged looks of curiosity and they watched the door open to reveal a totally naked Don.
"Say, could you keep the noise down in here?" he asked.
Behind him stood a statuesque woman in her late twenties, as naked as Don. Ash blond hair curled over her shoulders, her big breasts rising and falling, her waist slender and hips wide and at the juncture of her long, shapely legs her cunt was a hairless, plump mound.
"Uh ... sure," Larry finally nodded, as awestruck as the others.
"Thanks, dad," Don nodded. "Night," he added as he closed the door behind him and the nearly six foot tall woman.
Larry, Jill and the girls slowly turned their heads to look at one another and they suddenly fell back, rolling with laughter.