Chapter 8
"Your father's waiting for you downstairs in the den," Amy said. She stood by the threshold to Cindy's room, watching the girl look up at her and close her book. She'd been reading a romantic novel about nurses and doctors and the sense of unvoiced intimacy and torrid lovemaking behind the scenes had turned her on, getting her mind onto the theme of her father's affections.
"Waiting for what?" she asked.
"Why don't you just play it by ear? Remember what I've been telling you? Well, now's your chance, kiddo. I'd suggest though that you get out of those ratty jeans of yours and put on something ... how shall I put it? More appropriate, yes, that's the word. Like those sexy little shortie pajamas you were showing me the other day."
She wouldn't have minded standing there and watching the girl get undressed, for she had been able to see for weeks before how nicely developed Cindy's body really was, lithe and firm, her pear-shaped jugs and tight boyish ass inclined to swish and heave whenever she took a step.
So she closed the door behind her, having seen Cindy get up off the bed, taking Amy's advice and changing her clothes. That task successfully accomplished, she now hurried down the stairs, past the library to the den, a family room with overstuffed chairs and a down sofa, a television in one corner, the walls paneled with cherry and the floors covered with Early American hook rugs.
Blake was sitting in his chair, nursing a drink and idly watching a comedy show on the tube. He affected the casual dress he usually wore when supper was over and the day's work successfully met, backless slippers and a gray flannel bathrobe with red piping and his monogram on the breast pocket.
Usually, he wore pajamas, or at least pajama bottoms, underneath the robe. But tonight his hairy calves stuck out in front of him, stark and undenably naked, as was the rest of his body beneath the warm heavy folds of the robe.
"Joan and Chuck are both gone for the evening, you know," she told him when she came into the den.
He looked up and smiled, eyeing her hotly, giving her the same sexual glances he always made when they were alone together. "Yes, I know," he said simply, not suspecting what she had arranged for his and her amusement and delectation.
"Just wanted to remind you, that's all," she said, smiling slyly to herself. She glanced at the promising and suggestive bulge now visible behind the folds of his robe. Even when Blake's cock was in repose, as it was-or almost so-at the moment, it was still a hunk of meat, some thing to contend with and not the easiest cock to stuff into his pants.
She knew it would be getting a hell of a lot larger than it was at that moment, for a few minutes later Cindy came downstairs from her room, flushed and appreciative, but excited about what she thought might take place that evening.
Amy had given her the courage to conquer her initial fears and doubts. But now, when she entered the room and found Amy holding onto a drink she had made for herself and sitting on the sofa, and her father watching the television from his armchair, she wasn't at all sure that she had made the right decision.
"Chuck and your mom won't be home for hours. Might as well enjoy the solitude and make yourself comfortable," Amy giggled, glancing over at Blake just as he looked past the t.v. set and up at the figure of his teenage daughter.
A look came over his face when she stood there, smiling at him, her body all but naked, revealed behind the lacy folds of her diaphanous shortie pajama set. And she hadn't even bothered to put on panties underneath the bottoms, something she always did when she wore the outfit.
So neither Amy nor Blake had any difficulty making out the contours and outlines of the girl's narrow and fleecy twat. A suggestive and highly arousing dark shadow was visible at the cleft between her legs, a narrow mane that gave every indication of being the tight and succulent pussy he'd long imagined his daughter possessed.
He didn't need Amy after that, or not as much as she was ready and willing to prove, both in the way of moral as well as actual physical support. "Hi there, sugar. Come and give your ole man a kiss and a hug. You look lovely tonight, ravishing," though he bit down on his lower lip a moment later, afraid he'd overstepped his bounds and made his true feelings more obvious than he was willing to admit, both to himself as well as to Cindy.
But her initial reaction could only be termed positive as she flashed him a broad toothy grin and scampered towards the chair. She threw her arms around his shoulders and he pulled her down to him. But instead of kissing him on the cheek as was her practice, she turned her face directly at her father and pressed her lips flat against his mouth.
For an instant he hung back, afraid of responding.
But it seemed to Amy at that moment that Cindy was being even more aggressive and open about things than her father. She clung to him, trembling as he finally felt himself responding, pressing his lips back against her mouth.
He had an urge to thrust his tongue right inside her mouth, not to mention an even more heated urge to rip her sexy little pajamas off, but he refrained from being more aggressive and finally let go of her.
But Cindy however was not about to give up so easily.
Amy had told her how her father felt just the way she did and she recalled each and every word of the young woman's glowing description of incest between father and daughter. So now, she snuggled up to him, ostensibly turning her head to the television as she quickly got up on his lap.
He wrapped a hand around her waist and glanced over at Amy. But when she winked and slowly got to her feet, he didn't know if he was angry or pleased, delighted with what she had obviously arranged, or annoyed at her for butting into his personal life.
"I'm going to freshen my drink," Amy announced. "Need a refill, Blake?"
"No thanks," he murmured, glad she was leaving the two of them alone together. His embarrassment was evident in the blush which had come over his cheeks. Now, he waited until Amy had left the room before pressing his hands around his daughter's waist and holding her even more firmly and securely than before.
She murmured with delight, afraid of looking back at him. But his firm manly grip pleased and excited her and she was content to sit on his lap and feel his body protecting her in a secure and loving embrace.
Secure and loving was one way of looking at it, but Blake had his mind on other things, namely having sex with his hot-blooded and lissome daughter. Despite himself and his best intentions, he was already well on his way to becoming aroused.
Just having her sitting there on his lap, her ass rubbing against his crotch, was getting him off in no time at all. He could feel his cock beginning to throb and fill up with blood, blood that was trapped inside and which caused his dick to slowly lengthen and thicken and assume an erection of massive proportions.
He wondered if Cindy knew what was happening, for if she did, she still said nothing. He was underestimating her innocence though, for it dawned on her that the softness of his lap was now assuming a definite shape and rigidity, a long feeling of hardness, as if she was sitting on a pipe or a hammer, the shaft of the instrument rubbing right up between the cheeks of her ass.
Not knowing what to say or do, she wiggled gently, barely noticeably. Sure enough, she began to realize what had taken place, how she was now feeling her father's hard-on against her rump. And what a hard-on and what a feeling it was, too!
She could hardly believe it was happening, now and at long last. She was her daddy's little girl and he was going to love her, just as he made love to her mother. She turned her head to the side and giggled playfully as he held her on his lap. Then, opening his robe across his chest, she teased him by pulling out a few of his black and wiry chest hairs, giggling all the while.
"You have such a hairy chest, daddy, not like Chuck's at all," she commented.
"I never thought you'd notice," he smiled, looking up at her and wondering what she was thinking, if he was going crazy or if he was sensing the truth, that she was as turned on to him sexually as he was to her.
And when she leaned forward and suddenly kissed his chest, he shivered and thrust his hips forward, unable to stop himself. Forgetting about Amy, about everything and anything else except Cindy and the fact that Joan had had sex with their son, he pushed up against her ass and felt his hard-on rubbing hotly along her narrow bum furrow.
She felt it as well and wiggled her buns provocatively, afraid of looking into his eyes. His hairy muscular body excited her wildly. Her youthful snatch was already heating up and getting wet, moist with her free-flowing sap.
Ever so slowly, afraid that she'd be skittish and get easily frightened, he slid one hand down from her waist, letting it fall gently on top of her nearest thigh. She didn't fail to see and feel what he'd done and she pulled his robe even wider apart until she could see one of his brown and inverted nipples beneath the carpet of chest hair.
Taking courage by the fact that he was now rubbing his hand against her thigh and, in fact, inching it ever so slowly and delicately up towards her quivering pussy, Cindy shivered involuntarily and pressed her hot and parted lips right over one of her father's nipples.
Blake was a man of countless, or seemingly so, erogenous zones. And when he felt his daughter's lips and teeth sucking down around one nipple, he shivered with pleasure, his titties growing taut, perking up between her lips just as her own small rounded nipples were fast growing firm and taut behind the lacy front of her pajamas.
He moved his hand higher still and then pressed it lightly against the jutting swell of her youthful bush. A gasp went through his body and out his lips when he felt the way the front of her panty bottoms were soaking wet, wet with one thing and one thing only.
So the little minx is getting hot, he said to himself, shivering as she used her tongue to lick and tickle his nipple. She kept pushing her rump down against his cock and by this time it was so hard and stiff that he couldn't even think straight or bear the pressure of his trapped and unrelieved poker.
He began to probe her narrow split, now able to feel her pubic hairs rustling against the tips of his fingers. She held her tongue, trembling with excitement, loving the way he was tickling her box and now sliding the tip of his middle finger up and down the narrow crease that marked the opening which led down into her pussy.
He was just as aroused and when Cindy pulled back, he thought it was all over, that she didn't want him to do anything more to her. He couldn't have been farther from the truth, however. She swiveled around, her parted thighs pressed over his legs, her crotch poised inches away from his still unseen hard-on.
Hardly expecting her to act like this, it came as a complete surprise when she seemingly surrendered herself to him. Blushing hotly, Cindy now gathered her courage, recalling Amy's words. That the young woman was now watching, standing unnoticed by the door, would have meant little to her, for by this time she was thinking of one thing only, getting her father to fuck her and fuck her royally.
So when she took hold of the tie around his waist and rapidly undid it, he stiffened and glanced down, eyeing the shadowy outline of her muff seconds before she pulled his robe wide open, having slid back far enough to release his dick.
And when she found herself ogling his huge throbbing hard-on, staring between his legs and watching the way his monstrously swollen arm of meat rose out at her from its wiry forest of black pubic hair, she could hardly believe her eyes.
Speechless, she glanced up at his face and he winked at her and smiled with pleasure, sliding his arms out of the sleeves of the robe and deftly pulling the top of her pajama set right up over her head. Her tits were naked and the nipples stiff and tight, crimson against the creamy-white of her pear-shaped boobs.
Both hands pressed down on them and she trembled, whispering to him, "Daddy, it's ... it feels so good. And it's big. I never ... I never saw anything like it before. Oh daddy do it to me, please. Do what you do to mommy."
Her words reverberated in his head and his face took on a look of sexual excitement that seemed boundless and to the extreme. Without needing a word of encouragement, Cindy now reached down, marveling at the sheer size and thickness of her father's penis.
That he would soon be stuffing it into place between her legs and the lips of her snatch was something she no longer doubted and she grasped it tightly, pressing her eager fingers around the middle of his shaft, barely able to get her hand completely around his meaty and throbbing tool.
Slowly, even as he hooked his thumbs underneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms, she slid her hand up and down the length of his pole, milking a trickle of opalescent pre-come which leaked out of the head of his turgid and meaty boner.
"You sure you want me to?" he whispered, trying to peel her undies down even as she stroked his cock with one rapidly frigging hand.
She nodded her head up and down. And as if this wasn't enough to convince her father of what she wanted from him, she slid off of his lap and got to her feet. Quickly she skinned down her pajama bottoms, baring her naked and reddishhaired pussy to his wide and staring eyes.
All-consuming, they bored into her and he could see how the fleecy mane of fur which marked her twat was all wet, glistening with cunt juice. "Let me lick my little girl's pussy first," he told her, getting slowly up from his chair.
Amy held her breath, delighted with the way things were progressing. The contrast between young and old, smooth-skinned and hairy, father and daughter, turned her on incredibly and she too was fast getting hot, just spying on them and watching their uninhibited display of incestuous sexuality.
Naked and ecstatic, so turned on by her father that she could barely control herself, Cindy got down on the floor and spread her legs apart. "I ... I want to do it to you, too, daddy," she told him then, not content until she had feasted upon his huge throbbing joy-stick.
She wanted to stuff it down her throat before stuffing it down her twat and he wasn't averse to the notion, getting down on the floor and quickly swiveling around. Instead of straddling her to sixty-nine, he moved onto his side, pressing his hairy and throbbing crotch right alongside of her flushed and eager face.
Before he could even bend forward and press his lips to her succulent and juicy little trench, she had grabbed hold of his cock with one hand, wrapping her fingers around its hairy base. Her other hand tried to lift up his pendulous nuts, marveling at their size and weight, knowing too that they were surely filled with come, good hot come he would soon enough be pouring down to flood her pussy.
Cindy opened her mouth seconds before she stiffened and felt her father's tongue licking hotly up and down her tender and narrow vaginal furrow. Her cunt lips were thin, rising up not more than a quarter of an inch on either side of her vaginal opening. How he would manage to get his cock inside was something else altogether, but Blake refused to think about the inherent difficulties of stuffing his tool into his daughter's tight and virginal pussy.
And that she was no longer a virgin was something he discovered a moment later, even as he moaned and felt her parted lips endeavoring to wrap themselves around the bulbous plum-shaped head of his pulsating cunt-rammer.
He panted as her tongue licked across his blood-engorged glans and then he took hold of each tender petal-thin outer flap of cunt flesh. He gently eased them back, widening her opening, able to see the ruddy-hued flesh of her narrow vulva, her little bud-like clitoris staring him right in the eye.
Hot for her, he sucked it between his lips and she thrust her crotch flush against his face, panting loudly as she felt him licking and tonguing her clit. And when he shoved his probing tongue down even deeper, he didn't hit against a cherry, a hymen barring his path.
At first, he was almost annoyed that someone had gotten to her first, having no idea when and with whom she'd lost her virginity. But then these thoughts passed as pleasure rapidly engulfed him. By now, she'd managed to get the head of his cock into her mouth, her lips stretched wide and her jaws aching from the pressure.
But his hot fleshy staff delighted her to no end and she pushed down on it, taking in inch after hard bulky inch of burning meat between her gaping lips. He moaned louder, sucking and slobbering over her pussy. Its narrowness, its tight warm embrace, made him pant and shudder and the pleasure she was giving him was just as heated as the delight he was giving her.
She felt his tongue pistoning in and out, his fingers grasping her narrow cunt lips and his mouth hot and wet against her pubes. To be doing this with him, at long last, couldn't have delighted her more and she pushed her head down between his thighs, wrapping her lips as tightly as she could and sucking in even more of his tool.
Cindy was unable to stuff it entirely down her throat, for she started to gag soon enough when the leaking head of his cock hit against the back of her throat. He didn't push his hips down either, allowing her to take her time and do things at her own rate. That she was rather adept at cocksucking amazed him as well and his tongue shot down as far as it could until his lips were smeared with her abundant feminine vaginal juices.
The more they sixty-nined, sucking each other off, the more aroused and turned on they each became. Amy, unbeknownst to either of them, had stepped back from her vantage by the door that led into the den. Quickly, she skinned off her clothes, trembling with excitement, with the vision of pleasure that would soon be hers to share with them.
But first, she wanted to make sure they were into each other, figuratively as well as literally. So when she had completely undressed, her clothes piled by the edge of the door, she pressed one trembling hand down between her legs, rubbing the tips of her fingers against her wet and jutting pubic mound.
Her cunt rippled waves of pleasure through her loins. Her eyes were opened wide to the torrid scene now being enacted inside the den. Cindy and Blake moaned and panted with rising fervor, arms and legs tangled together as they sucked each other off.
Blake ate his daughter's pussy as if he was drinking down nectar of the gods. And as for Cindy, even the cumbersome and bulky dimensions of her father's penis didn't stop her from slobbering hotly, licking up and down as much of his tool as she could cram down her throat.
She pulled back and then used her tongue to slide circles around his shaft, tonguing his balls as well, lifting up the heavy wrinkled sac and licking the underside of his scrotum. And then she grew even more inquisitive, wanting to know every part of her father's body.
Accordingly, even as girlish whimpers of excitement escaped her parted lips, her tongue was thrust out and she pulled one of his hairy thighs up over her neck and shoulders, burrowing down in search of pleasure.
Her imaginative excesses got him going and he knew he had to get her cunt to accommodate his tool. So he now removed his tongue, only to replace it a moment later with two fingers, both of them thrusting down and wiggling in and out of her trench.
Her body quivered, glowing with sexual color and she took hold of the hairy cheeks of his muscular and manly rump, prying them apart and using her tongue to lick up and down nis black and coarse-haired bum furrow.
She's gonna rim me out, he thought delightedly to himself, marveling at her degree of sexual sophistication and imagination. And, sure enough, anilingus was precisely what Cindy now began to perform, despite the fact that she'd never done such a thing to anyone before in all of her life.
Her father's crotch exuded an aroma of soap and sweat. Uptight was the last thing in the world she was and her tongue dabbed at his brown puckered asshole, watching the way it quivered in immediate response.
By now her cunt was burning, overflowing with juice and when he thrust in a third finger, right next to the two already pistoning in and out, she quivered like a taut bow, about to release its arrow of orgasmic fulfillment.
"Don't come yet, baby," he told her then, sensing how turned on she had fast become. "Oh God, it feels so good, having my little girl's tongue licking around my asshole. Why don't you stick it right inside, sugar? I like that, I really do. It makes me get really hot, hotter than I am right now," he told her, pushing forward so that even as her face was hidden, trapped between his bucking thighs, he was able to maneuver his cock right between her tits, breast-fucking her even as she pushed her tongue right against the narrow slit that marked the entrance to his rectal passage.
She didn't stop until her tongue slid right into place, licking all the way down along the dry spongy walls of his shuddering rump. The swelling of his prostate gland was the size and shape of a chestnut and when her tongue hit against it, he thought he'd shoot his load, right then and there.
He screamed out, begging for more of the same, his body rubbing up against her and his cock leaking more pre-seminal fluid than he'd ever noticed before. It ran down like drool, lubricating his burning shaft. But he was able to exercise control, to hold back shooting his wad. He wiggled the three fingers around in circles, gently stretching her vaginal sheath, scissoring them open and shut so that her resilient and elastic cunt walls were pulled back and forth, growing used to the pressure being placed against them.
And all this time she was jerking against his sweaty body, sucking on his asshole and holding onto his nuts and the base of his cock with one of her hands. She didn't want to stop for all the tea in China, as the saying goes, but when he slowly worked a fourth finger inside, she stopped abruptly, a flicker of pain making her whimper plaintively.
"Relax, just relax my darling. You know your daddy doesn't want to hurt you. But if you don't get used to this, you won't be able to take my cock, understand?" he told her gently.
She nodded her head and slid her tongue out of confinement, gasping for breath. Then, falling back on the floor, she lay there as he kept all four fingers in place, barely moving them until she had gotten used to the way her cunt was now being stretched, and stretched considerably wider than ever before.
He swung around, kneeling between her spread-eagled thighs, working his fingers slowly in and out as more and more sap streamed down her stuffed and burning cunt walls. "Is it okay?" he whispered, barely able to contain himself, to hold himself back.
"Yes, it doesn't hurt now, daddy. Oh, it feels so good, but your cock is going to feel even better, isn't it, isn't it, daddy?" she asked him, looking down between his legs and staring heatedly and fixedly at his randy pecker.
Blake knew it was time and he released one finger after another so that the rim of her pussy snapped shut when the last finger was removed. He thrust all four of them into his mouth, sucking on them and tasting the coating of cunt juice which adhered to his fingers.
Then, lifting her legs up, he told her to hook them around his back, her body raised up off the rug. Spitting into the palm of his hand, he added saliva to the slobber that coated his dick, making sure his pecker was good and wet before beginning this most difficult of operations.
Amy kept rubbing her palm against her crotch, trembling with excitement. It was far more arousing than when Chuck had balled his mother, for Cindy seemed so much more innocent and unsure of herself. And Blake was so very much the man, the stud who had everything needed to turn a woman on and keep her glowing for hours at a time.
"Oh daddy, do it. Oh, I can't wait. I want to feel your cock filling me, stuffed all the way down inside my pussy," she whispered as she locked her ankles behind his back and he leaned forward, holding onto his dick as if for support.
Slowly, knowing that he must take his time and exercise extreme control as well as caution, Blake Clayton stared down between his fifteenyear-old daughter's spread and quivering thighs. Her mossy cleft enticed him and he felt the blood pounding inside of his dong, his nuts tingling in response to the stimuli of the girl's lush and succulent young body.
Slowly, watching the look on her face so as to stop when he hurt her, he gently thrust forward, rubbing the leaking head of his massive penis back and forth along her narrow gash. She cried out with delight, oblivious to all and everything else, including the figure of Amy Witney.
She was still standing by the door, frigging herself, finger-fucking her pussy as she watched what Blake was attempting to do. His heavy balls nearly touched the floor as they swung between his bent and hunched over thighs. He kept rubbing the head of his penis back and forth, further lubricating Cindy's cunt furrow.
And then he pushed forward, stiffening as he wiggled against her narrow and tight little opening. She held her breath, feeling pain but afraid of crying out for fear her father would stop and put an end to these difficult proceedings, an operation which was harder to consummate than either of them had taken into consideration.
But both were determined to succeed, to see it through until they came in a burst of rare and exquisite sexual fervor. So Blake kept thrusting down, watching the way the tender petal-thin outer flaps of cunt flesh slowly but inexorably splayed wider and wider apart, allowing his glans to make contact, to tickle the head of her clit and try to wedge itself right inside her narrow and juicy vulva.
The pleasure was exquisite, masking the flickers of pain which tore through her loins. She knew that only by practice could this take place without a single moment of discomfort and more determined than ever, Cindy pushed forward, wincing as suddenly the head of his cock slid inside, trapped tightly and searingly within the narrow basin that was her vulva.
He stopped then and waited for her to grow accustomed to the burning pressure. Luckily for both of them, his cock and her cunt were dripping wet and well-lubricated. Otherwise, the friction would have rubbed each of them painfully raw.
"Just tell me when to stop," he whispered.
"Go on, oh it's so good, it's better than anything," she told him hotly, swiveling her lush little body from side to side and thus managing to alleviate the pressure of his pulsating dick.
He pushed gently on, prodding her vagina, sliding down so that the neck of his cock disappeared, followed by the first inch or so of hard burning manflesh. Once the head of his tool had passed the narrow opening of her vagina, it was easier for her to handle what was happening.
Her cunt walls were slowly stretched wide, the shaft of his dick pressing down against them, the friction produced making her scream with such ecstasy that he took confidence from her pleasure and moved a little bit more rapidly, churning her insides and panting as he thrust down yet again.
"Yes, that's it, more, more," she begged, clutching his shoulders for additional support.
Her incredible searing tightness, the way her cunt walls clung to his pole, made him cry out and groan with devilish delight. This was what he had long dreamed of doing and now it was happening, happening beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Amy panted as well, two fingers tightening into a V around her pea-shaped and wiggling clitoris. She jerked herself off more energetically, knowing she could make her presence known in just a few more minutes, as soon as Blake had suceeded in housing the entire stiff and cumbersome length of his marvelous pecker right inside his daughter's tight juicy little snatch.
Tight and juicy it certainly was and her skin was glowing red as she thrust her hips forward, watching the inexorable progress of her father's penis. The more he prodded her virginal trench, the more turned on and more comfortable she began to feel. The pain was lessening, swamped by such eddying currents of pleasure that she was fast losing muscular control of her lush young body.
"Okay?" he asked and she nodded her head, thrusting her hips down against his massive dick. He pushed forward, watching the progress of his penis, delighted that she was responding so adeptly, growing used to the way her cunt was being ravished, plundered and stretched by his dick.
"More, yes, more, all of it," she gasped, spreading her thighs even wider apart to alleviate some of the incredible searing pressure of her father's penis.
He rammed down then, wanting to horse himself completely and as the last hot inches slid into place, she felt the head of his cock tipping her womb and cried out in alarm, forcing him to stop with less than an inch of dick visible between her legs.
The outer lips of her snatch were pulled thin and taut, almost stretched and distended so much that they seemed translucent rather than fleshy and opaque. They were tight around the rounded sides of his prick and he slid his cock halfway out and thrust down again, the stroking motion making the two of them tremble with convulsive delight.
"Oh baby, it's so nice, being with you like this, inside of you," he told her and leaned down to kiss and caress her pear-shaped boobs with his lips and outstretched tongue.
Cindy was nearly incoherent, driven mad by what was taking place. Never had she felt so completely blocked and filled, almost afraid to move her legs lest his cock rip right through her stretched and tingling vaginal walls. But that wasn't about to take place, for he pistoned slowly, angling his hose down at a straight angle, rather than pushing against one cunt wall and then the other.
The more he stroked, the more turned on the two of them became. Seeing how he had just about succeeded, Amy now made her move, not about to wait much longer. She wanted to feel Blake's long raspy tongue working over her cooze and she moved back into the den.
Cindy caught sight of her and gasped with alarm. But before her father could turn his head back, Amy deftly straddled Cindy's body and thrust her crotch right against Blake's mouth. "Get the fuck out of here!" he snarled, outraged that she would barge in on them like this.
"You've gotta be kidding," she replied. "Who do you think arranged this little number?"
Ruefully, unable to resist the sight let alone the very taste and embrace of her cunt, he thrust his tongue forward, lashing it over her ruddy-hued lips and dripping wet turf. She panted and pushed against his mouth, aware of the way Cindy was gasping, obviously turned on even more by the fact that here she was, getting fucked by her father while he ate out another chick's box at the same exact time.
She has to learn about life sometime, so why not now. After all, the sooner the better, Amy thought to herself, all eyes to the way Blake was still stroking, ramming his hard-on in and out of his daughter's tight and juicy quim.
Within a few minutes he had shed the last of his inhibitions, sorry he had snapped at Amy, for there could be no doubt that he was glad to be of service, to have her around and have her cunt in his mouth, to be more exact.
His tongue moved at the same rhythmic pistoning rate as did his cock and Cindy was almost there, about to come in no time at all. Her father's nuts swung rapidly, striking against her up raised bum furrow, tickling her rump and making her pant and beg for more and more of his gigantic and tunneling dick.
"Yes, now, it's gonna happen," she promised, quivering against him as he stroked more forcedly, quick darting jabbing motions that made her bones rattle.
The three of them were so involved that nothing else but the pleasure of the moment mattered. But Amy was alert to all and every situation and possibility and when she heard the door being unlocked, she was glad that Cindy was now screaming, coming with delicious intensity and youthful abandon.
"Do it, fuck her, give her everything, baby!" she called out to Blake, all eyes not between their legs but to the doorway. She wondered who it was, Chuck or Joan and a moment later had the answer as she put her finger to her lips, winking conspiratorially at Chuck Clayton.
Amazement was an understatement. He looked at what was taking place in the den and couldn't believe his eyes. There was his sister, flat on her back, moaning and screaming as she came while on top of her, his huge penis buried and barely visible, was his father, fucking the shit out of his sister.
And Amy rubbing her cunt over his father's mouth, on top of everything else that was taking place. The boy didn't need an invitation. Shit, he thought to himself, things have certainly changed around here since Amy arrived. But man, that's just the way I want it to always be.
He silently and quickly began to get undressed, anxious to show his father his own brand of youthful sexual pyrotechnics. Cindy was coming a second time in a row and Blake was almost home when he heard his son's footfalls echoing behind him. He jerked his head over his shoulder, his mouth dropping open with alarm.
"It's okay, dad," the boy said good-naturedly.
And as for Cindy, she was too far gone to even care or be embarrassed. Still coming, she kept her eyes between her legs. Amy moved away from Blake and he pressed his palms flat on the floor alongside of his daughter's trembling shoulders, pounding in and out with one hard burning stroke after another.
"I'm coming, sweetheart, soon, real soon," he told her, ignoring Chuck, not watching the way his son and Amy were already getting into position on the floor.
Amy grasped the boy's hard-on like a handle. It was a jutting ivory-white horn and he quickly got into position between her legs. "Your mom's in for a big surprise," Amy giggled, her words suddenly drowned out by the bull-like roar that escaped from between Blake Clayton's lips.
For even as they turned to watch, they could see what had happened. He stiffened and had fallen against Cindy, crushing her down, a thick hot gush of semen exploding from his cock and drenching her stuffed and burning vaginal sheath.
She was driven wild, incoherent, hugging him and kicking her legs out spasmodically as he poured an amazing amount of cream down her hole. Chuck got so turned on by the sight that he slammed his hard-on right into Amy's cunt with a single impetuous though well-aimed stroke.
And as they began to fuck in earnest, the door could be heard opening a second time. It was Joan Clayton who now let herself in and as soon as she stepped into the hallway, she could hear the loud frenzied sexual groans and whimpers of pleasure which echoed from the den.
Nothing could surprise her, not after what had taken place with Amy and her son. But when she moved to the den and stood by the door, even she had to stop, stiffening with shock and not believing her eyes. "Five's a crowd!" Amy Witney called out with amusement.
Even Blake, the man of the hour, didn't give two shits if his wife was watching them or not. He and his daughter had been successfully innoculated, infected with Amy's brand of sexual diversity and gross lack of inhibition.
And as for Amy, she knew even before Joan dumbfoundedly began to remove her clothes, that her stay with the Claytons was destined to only get better. After all, she thought to herself, look what I've accomplished in five or six weeks. Who knows what'll happen next month.
It was, needless to say, something worth thinking about.