Chapter 5
Heather beat a hasty retreat to her room. Watching her father fuck turned her on again. She knew she would have to get herself off before she could go to sleep.
She undressed quickly and put a CD in her portable player. She put the miniature earphones over her head and lay down. Soft, sensuous rock music flowed into her ears.
Her nipples popped up as she pinched the taut buds and gently kneaded her large mounds of tit flesh. One hand trailed down her body, caressing the smooth flesh of her belly. Her fingertips touched the softly curling strands of dark red pussy hair. Her chest began to rise and fall a little faster. Her breath began to come in hoarse gusts.
Her hand went lower. Her body stiffened at the first stunning contact of her middle finger on the hot, tingling bud of her clitoris. For a brief moment, she held her finger motionless on top of her love button. A deep tremor of longing coursed out from the rigid stud, saturating her flesh with carnal warmth.
She wiggled the tip of her finger. A startling vision of her father flooded her mind. She tried to concentrate, to banish the unbidden image. Without success. In her feverish mind, her finger became his finger diddling her clit. He was arousing her as a lover would, preparing her cunt for his cock!
Slowly, her finger moved, more or less involuntarily. Warning signs began to surge through her hot body. She knew that once she got started, she would be unable to stop before she got herself off. She had no intention of stopping.
Her teasing finger flicked faster over her quivering clit bud. Shock waves of carnal pleasure coursed all the way up to her swollen tit mounds. She moaned softly as titillating tingles of delight radiated out from her loins. The touch of her own hands held a special fascination for her. She hadn't done herself in quite a while. Lately, any time she wanted to cum, Connie was only too happy to lend a helping hand. Along with her tongue and a fine assortment of marvelous toys.
Inexplicably, her thoughts continued to dwell upon her father. She had never before fantasized about him when she jacked off. She remembered that she hadn't closed her door. Her father might pass by on the way to his room and see her. That didn't stop her. His lady friend would probably keep him busy for quite a while. Besides, if she pretended she was priming her pussy for her daddy's dick, she would probably cum harder.
She spread her knees wider, planted her feet firmly on the bed and lifted her hips. The erotic beat of the music pounded into her brain, adding its seductive tempo to the soft, sensualistic sensations emanating from her snatch in subtle ripples.
Tenderly parting the hair-fringed lips of her cunt, she coated her lust-tortured slit with a thick layer of love oil. Her ass undulated sinuously. Growing desire fluttered in her groin from the flagrant self-caress. She stroked her pulsating clit eagerly.
She hoped her father would catch her in the lewd act. She liked to jack off in front of Connie. She and Connie and some of their girlfriends occasionally sat in a circle and got themselves off.
She stilled her hand and let her ass fall back to the bed. She liked to tease herself, draw out the act until emotion forced her to whip her clit faster and finish the job. She couldn't wait very long.
With a soft whimper, she lifted her legs in the air, rolling her smoothly rounded ass cheeks off the bed. A shiver raced through her as her finger lewdly rubbed her burning, pulsating clit. Two fingers of her other hand moved up and down her gaping gash. She probed her gently clasping hole teasingly. Fresh, stronger shock waves of obscene pleasure darted over her fervent, quivering body.
Compelling lust invaded her mind, blotting out all conscious thought. She wormed two fingers into her tight, desire-heated twat. Moaning deeply, she burrowed the digits into her sheath. The finger on her clit began to flog the hot bud of sensitive flesh swiftly. Her hips lifted again and began to swing and sway. Her belly quivered. Prurient yearning engulfed her. She writhed wantonly, undulating her body, fucking her fingers in and out of her tightly grasping hole of pleasure with smooth strokes.
Moaning louder with seething desire, she finger-fucked herself in earnest. Her wide eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling. Her mouth hung open. She thrashed all over the bed. Licentious desire engulfed her. Grunts of impassioned bliss burst from her mouth as she fucked her fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt and vigorously whipped her agitated joy buzzer. The effect was maddening. The deeply erotic beat of the music added to the effect.
A deep flush permeated her voluptuous body. For some inexplicable reason, pleasuring herself had never felt so good. She waited impatiently for her cum, groaning lustily and plunging her fingers more rapidly up her vibrating cunt. She probed fiercely at the inner walls, bringing forth a greater flow of slick pussy oil. Her head rolled quickly from side to side, whipping her long red hair back and forth across her face. She intensified the rhythm of her fingers fucking in and out of her hole. Her large tits jitterbuged all over her chest as her body heaved and jerked.
Obscene passion permeated every fiber of her being. Her mind called up a vision of Connie lying on the bed naked. Her hands were avidly doing to Connie what they were doing to her own pussy. The scene shifted and Connie was licking her cunt, lifting her to the land of enchantment. Her body thrashed savagely. Her loins jerked wildly. She stabbed her fingers deeper and deeper into the quivering flesh of her snatch. Her narrow channel effortlessly accepted the two fingers probing her hungry depths. The frenzied fingers of her other hand stroking her throbbing love spike helped drive her nearly out of her mind.
Her entire body shuddered from head to toe. A long series of grunts and groans and whimpers bubbled from her mouth. Her fingers plunged in and out of her burning twat and danced over her clit in a staccato rhythm. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out loud and announcing the arrival of her orgasm to her father and his lady friend.
An image of her father flashed into her mind again. He was climbing between her thrashing legs and mounting her. She held the lips of her cunt open as he guided his the big head of his hard cock to her soppy cunt hole. She gave him a bright smile and begged him to give her a terrific fucking. She couldn't believe she was capable of such kinky thoughts.
Her snatch sucked lewdly on her fingers, the fingers she imagined were her daddy's dick. The rising tide of an orgasm began deep in her heaving belly. Spontaneous contractions wracked her naked body as she reached hungrily for her release. Spasms of delirious delight replaced her longing for a real cock with the salacious promise building in her pussy.
The delirium of self-inflicted passion immersed her totally. She drew her fingers almost completely out of her trembling twat, then jammed them back in as she stroked her lust-laden clit furiously. New, more wanton thrills shot from her trembling loins and swept through every cell in her gyrating body. She sobbed and moaned in urgent pleading as the release she needed so desperately continued to hover just out of her reach.
Moaning even louder, she jammed her fingers savagely in and out of her tremulous little hole. Her big tits vibrated from the insane tossing of her lust-wracked torso. She finger-fucked herself harder, jerking with wild spasms of sexual delight flowing from her loins.
At long last, her orgasm started—a distant rumbling deep inside her cunt that swiftly made its way to the surface and burst forth in a breathtaking wave of emotion. The sensation roared through every inch of her thrashing, naked body. The lips of her cunt clutched and sucked at her lewdly fucking fingers.
Her breath rasped from her throat in short gasps. She cried out in delirium. She wallowed in her obscene bliss as the lightning bolts of her climax jolted relentlessly through her. Her mind whirled into the vortex of passion as she surrendered completely to her orgasm.
She fell back on the bed, her body limp and spent. Less violent spasms continued to course through her loins for several moments. She panted and heaved and finally caught her breath. She lay very still, listening to the music and the notes of triumph permeating her brain.