"Please what?"
"I… fuck me harder! I gotta cum!"
His own balls told him he was nearing the end of his run. He'd been steadily fucking his own daughter for fifteen minutes. Slow, easy at first, he'd built up to deep and hard strokes powerfully reaming her out. And now he was ready. She was ready. They would both get off at the same instant because that was the way he wanted it.
His strokes began to drive to the limit. Their crotches smashed together. And he twisted and turned and drilled his cock far up her cunt.
As his body relentlessly moved across her clit, she came. At the same instant, his balls erupted with all the power of an exploding volcano.
As she rocked through her orgasm, he was fountaining out his sperm into her clinging cunt.
Their bodies smashed together again and again. His fucking had lost its tempo. It was a mindless animal rutting now. And neither cared. It was what they both needed, wanted.
Susan couldn't remember a longer, more beautiful cum. She seemed to hang suspended in space for an eternity. All that mattered was the heat generated by the long prick surging in and out of her cunt. And then she began drifting down from her sexual high.
Still bent double, but now uncomfortable, she asked, "Could you let me free of this cat's cradle?"
Her father let first one, then the other of her long legs slip to either side of his body. He was still firmly embedded in her cunt, his cock stiff.
He stroked back and forth until she came again.
When Susan returned from her sexual wonderland, her father's dick had turned into a sleeping snake. It hung soft between his legs.
She looked into his eyes, a hint of awe tingling her being. She could understand what it was about Cat's comments that had excited her. She had been wondering just how goad her father really was in bed to captivate such a free spirit as Cat.
Now she knew. Don was good – the best she'd ever found. And he was her very own father!
The girl couldn't possibly imagine what it was that had come between him and her mother. Any man who could screw like this was a sterling commodity in a world of mediocre, wham-bam thank-you-ma'am lovers. She'd come across a fair number of them herself.
True, most of them were high school kids who probably didn't know any better. But they'd grow up into studs who carried over the same philosophy of fucking.
They would never get anything out of balling except their own pleasure.
That was okay as far as it went. Susan suspected that Don got a hundred times as much pleasure out of screwing her because he knew she'd been satisfied. In a dim way, she realized just how much in control he had been.
She'd done her damnedest to bring him off, to get his rocks off, and had failed. He was completely dominant. He was the one deciding the pace of their lovemaking and it was he who finally decided when they should both have their climaxes.
And what an orgasm!
Susan couldn't remember a more powerful one. It had jolted her to the very foundations of her being.
Don was one hell of a fine lay.
"Daddy, was it… was it special for you, too?"
"For me too? Sure it was, babe. I had a few hang-ups about it. I thought at first you wore kidding about taking your old man to bed. The incest thing bugged me. Hell, it still does. I'm sorry if that hurt my performance any."
Hurt his performance? She couldn't believe her ears. What he was saying was that his lovemaking this time around had been second rate!
She looked at his body, saw the muscles rippling and knew he knew himself in top shape. He had to if he kept up a frantic fucking pace like that with Cat.
She wished it could have gone on but now she had a lever to use on him.
Don wouldn't be able to say a word about Joe. Not ever again. Not when he'd sampled the very honey pot he was trying to keep the other man away from.
Susan started to say something when they were interrupted.
Cat and Joe came into the room.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"What is this?" flared Don. He didn't even try to pull the sheets up around his body. There was nothing he should be ashamed of. It was apparent all the people downstairs knew what was going on in the room. A couple more verifying it firsthand wasn't going to matter.
But it went against his principles having anyone walk in on him when he was with a chick – any chick. And, he ruefully admitted, especially his own daughter.
"Don't get so uptight, Don. You always snap and snarl so bad but I know you've got a heart of gold. "
"I had my heart taken out and a cash register put in a long time ago.
Now, what the fuck is going on with you, Cat?"
"Well, Joe and I were in the neighborhood, see, and we just decided to drop in and join in the fun."
"Don't give me a load of bullshit like that."
"No bullshit. Straight stuff. I figure now that your little girl's got the goods on you, maybe you'll be a little easier to live with. I mean you can't possibly bitch about her screwing around with Joe, can you?"
"No," he admitted.
"Good. And I don't think it's a good thing for you to keep on with your somewhat, uh, shall we call it incestuous relationship with her?"
"Keep talking."
Don's eyes were on the slim woman. She was beginning to shed her clothing. Her tits bobbed into view, then she bent over to step out of her skirt. Her well-fleshed ass stirred his prick to new life. Then he realized what she was doing. Cat was making certain he wouldn't cut her out entirely. She would let him have a little fling with his own daughter. That was cool. But she wanted to be certain she was number one with him in bed.
She quickly stripped off her panties and tossed them aside. She knew she had his undivided attention. His eyes were flitting all over her body.
First her naked tits, then her snatch, then her long tapering legs.
Cat had him dead to rights.
Don pulled his attention away from the woman for a moment and glared at Joe. "So what the hell are you wanting here?"
"What do you think? Sue."
Don looked over at his daughter and saw the lust shining brightly in her eyes. He couldn't deny her anything.
He shrugged. "To hell with it. Get naked and let's have a party. There's a bottle around somewhere."
"So who needs a bottle?" asked Susan.
"Not me – as long as I have you," said Joe, beginning to undress.
"Christ, don't get all mushy on me," snarled Don.
"Don, darling, just shut your lousy mouth. Even better, try sucking on one of these lovely boobies." Cat thrust one of her knockers toward his face in wanton invitation. "That's more like it!"
She smiled at Susan as Don began working on her tit. Her hands stroked and worked up and down his back and soon they were on the bed locked in an embrace.
Joe dumped the last of his clothes and motioned to Susan. He sat down in a straight-backed wooden chair, his erection jutting straight up from his lap.
"So come sit on it,' he said.
She quickly came over and straddled the chair, opening her cunt wide, then she hesitated. The girl looked back over her shoulder at the couple wrestling passionately on the bed. Her father and Cat were oblivious to the world. It was apparent they weren't going to be interrupted by anything else going on in the room.
"Okay," Sue said, lowering her hips over Joe's cock.
She shuddered as the large end of his dong touched her turgid pussy lips. The way he filled her up wasn't forgotten. She knew how big that prong was – nine inches, easy. But she wasn't going to take all of it in at once. She was going to go slow and easy.
Her hips wiggled as she settled down. The feel of the man's hands on her tits quickened her pulse. The blood began pounding in her ears like the tide against a pier. Her entire body was trembling with anticipation as she felt his callused fingers griping hard on her boobs.