CHAPTER SEVEN
Judy Patterson was on her back in one corner of the big pool at Paradisio. Her arms were stretched out along the edges. Her slender body looked pale in the brilliant blue water. The fine, straight black hairs on her pubis swayed lazily in the slight current. Her nipples were sharp and alert. Obviously, she had been aroused by the uninhibited frolic. As Harry watched, Judy's father drifted slowly up between her widely spread legs. Jerry grasped Judy's slender waist, then shifted his grip up her torso, pressing his thumbs into her developing breasts. He was a big man, broad-shouldered and powerfully built. His bulk overwhelmed his daughter's slight frame.
His wavy brown hair was plastered flat to his head. Harry judged that in the cock department he probably had an edge on Jerry Patterson, both in length and girth. Nevertheless, Jerry's barrel-like, tanned torso gave Harry an inferiority complex. Judy let her legs sink slowly, angling them downward as she straddled her father's hips.
Harry could see Judy's pussy-rippled and vague through the blue water.
Jerry's erect phallus seemed to dance, bend, and even break into crazy segments because of the refraction. It was nuzzling his daughter's cunt. She was welcoming it, spreading her legs wider, pushing against it with her hips. Jerry was steadying himself on the edge of the pool with his hands. His feet were braced against the tile bottom so he could push his cock into his daughter's Cunt. From the looks of it, he was finding it tight and difficult. He twisted his hips from side to side and worked the tip of his phallus in between Judy's full labia. There was a flash of hot, bright-pink inner tissues as he wedged her crevice open. Letting go of the pool coping, Jerry hooked his hands under his daughter's thighs, steadied her, dragged her back against him. He thrust forward into her pussy. His pale column bored slowly into Judy's vagina. The distance between her crotch and his decreased steadily. Harry found the incestuous coupling incredibly exciting. When he had accepted Sue Patterson's invitation to Paradisio, he hadn't expected it to be a family expedition. He had arrived at the Pattersons' house and found all four of them piling into the car. With their son, Tommy, wedged in the back seat between Sue and Judy, Harry in the front, and Jerry driving, they had set off. Jerry Patterson had quickly put Harry at ease, relaxing the primitive fears he had felt about meeting the husband of a woman he had been screwing so recently. All four of them seemed to treat him like a member of the family. “More, Daddy,” Judy urged her father, squirming her hips, and kicking her feet in the blue water.
“Water washes away the juice,” Jerry told her. “I know,” she answered, “but I like the way it feels. I get cold water up inside me, and then your hot cock feels even better.” Harry tore his eyes away from the incestuous coupling and looked around for Sue. He was getting hornier by the minute. The whole atmosphere of the exotic club was intensely arousing-as it was meant to be. On the floor of the pool was a picture of a man and a woman, interlocked. The curling tendrils of her hair seemed to float around her head. The man's buttocks were clenched, as if he was coming, spurting deep into her. Harry's hopes for quick release of his tension were dashed when he did find Sue. She was on her back on the grass near the edge of the pool. She was writhing as her son explored her with his fingers. As Harry watched, Tommy bowed his head and began sucking on the same tits he had nursed from as a baby. Sue squirmed on the grass, her hips rolling, her head twisting as lust raged through her. So Harry turned his attention back to the couple next to him in the pool.
Jerry's phallus was almost completely in his daughter's tight pussy.
Harry could still remember how Judy had worked herself down on his steaming phallus and how tight and hot her vagina was. Gripping his daughter around the waist, Jerry worked the last inch of his prick into her tight twat. Then his hips jammed up against Judy's straining thighs. His brown pubic bush nuzzled against Judy's pussy, obscuring the heart of her crack. “Oh, Daddy, that's so good,” Judy whimpered. “Do me, Daddy, do me!” Jerry drew back, sliding his cock out of his daughter's body. Then he rammed back into her. The pale column disappeared into her eager crotch without a hitch. Hanging precariously on the edge of the pool, Judy lay back and let the water lap the sides of her face as the sun burned down on her closed eyes.
Her curly black hair floated around her head gracefully. Harry wondered absently about the fact that Judy reversed the usual pattern.
The hair on her head was curly, while the hair on her pubis was straight. It was a strange inversion, perhaps attributable to her youth? Maybe as she matured, the hair in her crotch would become thicker and curlier. Harry hoped it wouldn't. It was refreshingly and erotically different. The straight black strands molded themselves to Judy's pouting labia. Now, of course, they floated around her pale flesh like strands of seaweed. Every little current stirred them, and every motion of Jerry's cock created new currents. Jerry was moving quickly in her now. He jammed up into her harder, drew out more quickly, left her cunt empty a shorter time. His thumbs pressed into Judy's slender waist as he held her steady. His big, tanned hands almost encircled her. Judy's expression bordered on pain as she took her father's cock. The only sign that she was still aware of anything other than the fucking was when she closed her mouth and ducked her head under the water for a moment. She surfaced and blew a mist of water into the air as her father crammed his prick into her again and again. Waves whooshed out from the incestuous coupling. They reflected back from the pool sides, mingled with other waves, then were lost in a darting, glittering, crisscrossing tangle of swells.
In an attempt to cool his overheated phallus, Harry dipped a handful of water out of the pool and poured it over himself. The icy bath made his balls knot up defensively and forced more blood into his already engorged phallus. Jerry moved his hands farther up on his daughter. He was leaning forward now. His hips were thrusting sharply.
Judy's knees bent and she spurred her father into her, digging her heels into his back. Her fingers clutching the edge of the pool, the muscles of her slender arms tensing, she braced herself against her father's hard thrusts. From time to time her face would sink below the surface and she would expel a blast of air and spray. Jerry slid his hands up over his daughter's small tits and squeezed her sharp, dark nipples as he ravished her. Jamming his cock into her with quick, sharp jabs, he pinched and twisted her tits. His fingers squeezed the soft mounds of her breasts inward and upward. Judy writhed in his grasp, obviously enjoying the cruel stimulation. “Oh, Daddy,” she whimpered. “Oh, I'm coming, Daddy. Oh, God! I'm coming. Oh, Daddy!
Ooooh, DADDY!” His phallus completely sunk in her, Jerry waited.
A series of convulsions knotted her torso and a delicate pink flush spread up from where her groin was locked to her father's, blossomed out to embrace her tormented breasts. Her face sank below the surface and water poured into her orgasmically gaping mouth. Jerry immediately moved one hand to the back of her head and lifted her face out of the water. He waited until his daughter's orgasm had faded, then began pumping his prick in her vagina again, more quickly and sharply now. The water churned around them as he powered his big, mature phallus into her eager but immature cunt. He leaned forward over her and stared down into the tossing waves so he could watch his penis pounding into her. Then he jarred into her hard. Harry tensed as he watched Jerry come, spurt semen into his daughter's cunt. Judy quivered in the throes of another orgasm, one brought on by her father spurting into her tight hole. Letting go of the edge of the pool, she clutched her father's powerful biceps, trusting him, even in the midst of his orgasmic delirium, to keep her from drowning. When the orgasms faded at last and Judy drifted off her father's shriveling phallus, Harry had to force himself to uncurl his aching fingers from the pool edge. He pitched off into the cool water, submerged and pushed off. He had to get away from there. His cock bobbed and flapped like a truncheon as the water pushed its bulk around. A few strokes carried him to the other side of the pool. He lifted his head, stared across the deck, and saw Tommy Patterson sinking his lean prick into his mother's mature pussy. Her legs bent, her toes curled into the neatly clipped grass, Sue was heaving her hips up in total abandonment. “Mother-fucker,” Harry groaned, frustrated beyond belief. Then he realized how apt the phrase was, and how totally uninsulting in this case. Tommy Patterson was, indeed, a mother-fucker, and a damn skillful one at that. His arms under his mother's shoulders, his slender, muscled torso pressing against her, mashing her breasts flat, he drove his cock into her gaping crotch with swift, sure drives of his lean hips. His toes digging into the lawn for traction, he pounded into her with youthful abandon.