Then the telephone on the nightstand by the bed started ringing.
"We'd better answer it, sweetheart," said Paula's father. "It might be your mother. Can you reach it?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Paula suppressed the urge to giggle as she put the receiver to her ear. She thought of all the cartoons she'd seen of teen-agers talking on the telephone while sprawled out in ridiculous positions. She wondered if many teen-age girls had talked on the phone while in the position she was in – on her hands and knees with her father on his knees behind her and his big prick in her ass.
"Hello? Oh… yes, Mrs. Grover. Yes, I just got home. Uh-huh. Daddy was just explaining to me that you wanted me to baby sit for you tonight. Sure I will. No, I don't mind. Mom and Dad are going out tonight and my brother won't be here either. So I'd be all alone here anyway. Okay. I'll be there before eight. Goodbye."
"Excuse the interruption, Daddy," said Paula, putting the receiver back on the phone. "Business before pleasure, I guess. I'm baby sitting tonight."
"Just be glad we had a phone by the bed," her father said pleasantly. "Think of the trouble we'd have had going downstairs to answer it."
Neither Paula nor her father had any intention of letting a little thing like a telephone call distract them from what they were doing. His hands on her tits and pussy, and his cock in her ass, had her so hot that her climax was nearly upon her. She felt her father's groin pressing against the cheeks of her ass. It was very pleasant to have him fucking her in this manner. He had her moaning with passion, tile way she moaned when he fucked her cunt, earlier. That gave her father all the encouragement he needed.
Her father leaned back, letting his cock disengage almost completely from her asshole. When he leaned forward, his cock slid back in much easier than before. It was as if she, had molded herself from within to suit the size of her father's huge prick.
Suddenly Paula reached her climax and she showed her father she liked it that way every bit as much as he did. Her whole body shook and she could feel her tight asshole clamping down on his prick. Her father let out a loud groan and his cum spurted up into her.
His last thrust into her sent her sprawling onto her belly. Her father came down with her, keeping his cock buried in her ass. For a long time Paula lay there, almost motionless, perfectly content. She had her father on top of her, his hands caressing her body while he kissed her lovingly. His cock was still in her ass, though it was steadily losing its strength. It was all just wonderful.
"Do you like getting a prick up your ass, honey?" he asked.
"I like it any way you want to do it, Daddy," she replied.
"You're sweet."
"So are you."
"I think that this had better be our last romp for the day," he said. "I'd better save a little for your mother, who I'm sure will be feeling horny tonight. One reason your mother and I have such a successful marriage is because I've always given her plenty of cock. I keep her well satisfied. That way I don't have to worry about her getting a little on the side. She just isn't interested."
Paula didn't think it would be wise to point out to Daddy that his teen-age son was being a big help to him in keeping Mom satisfied. It seemed to Paula that from now on, Daddy could neglect Mom quite a lot and she wouldn't even notice it, now that her son, Dennis would be fucking her every chance he got.
Paula smiled to herself. It was better, for the time being at least, that Daddy didn't know his wife and son were fucking each other. After all, it wasn't that he was being cheated. He was enjoying his daughter, wasn't he?
"Does Mr. Grover keep his wife satisfied, Daddy?"
Paula's father chuckled. "He thinks he does. But he sure wasn't at the time Melinda started working for me. I was pleased that she was so efficient and such a good worker, but I was even more pleased that she was also hot – and ready! I didn't have any trouble getting her down on the couch. When I finally finished with her she was so happy about it, there was no way she'd give up what we had going between us, no matter how much she got at home."
"I don't blame her," said Paula. "I wouldn't want to give you up now, either."
"You'll never have to, sweetheart."
"Not even when I get married… someday?"
Her father laughed softly. "Not even then. Just you wait and see."
CHAPTER NINE
Paula was awakened out of a sound sleep to find Bob Grover leaning over her, and suddenly she doubted her good sense in choosing to go braless that evening, for her blouse was open down the front and Mr. Grover's hand was busy squeezing and caressing her bare tits.
"What's going on?" she asked in a drowsy voice.
"A fine baby sitter you turned out to be," he said. "We come home and find you sound asleep here on the couch. Burglars could have walked off with the kids, the silverware, the TV, and you wouldn't have known anything about it."
"I'm awfully sorry, Mr. Grover," said Paula, "but it just got so late I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer."
What Paula didn't tell him was that when she lay down on the couch she was completely pooped. She hadn't expected their eleven-year-old son David could wear her out like he did. But it was her fault, she shouldn't have gone into his bedroom in the first place. The Grover's had been gone for well over an hour when she decided to check on the kids. She found the two young ones were sleeping soundly, then she went down the hall and stopped outside David's door.
She opened the door a crack and peeked in. He had dropped off to sleep with the bedside light on. Paula could see him clearly. He had kicked the top sheet off and he was stark naked. She slipped inside his room and quietly closed the door behind her. Looking down on him she felt an urgent need to rub her pussy, an urge that she made no effort to hold back from doing. She remembered Mrs. Grover – Melinda – saying that once the boy was asleep, nothing would wake him. Paula hoped his mother was right.
Now, after what she sensed was about three hours, she was awake again, with David's father leaning over her, giving her a reprimand for falling asleep on the job, ignoring the fact that he had her blouse open and his hand was fondling her bare tits.
"Where… where's Mrs. Grover?" asked Paula.
"She's upstairs," said Bob Grover, "in our bedroom. She had too much to drink at the party. I helped her upstairs and got her undressed, before she passed out on the bed."
"Mr. Grover, it's late. I have to get home."
"Sure, baby. I'll take you home. But we'll have a little fun first."
Before Paula could even protest, he had his mouth firmly settled onto hers, his tongue moving into her mouth. Paula couldn't help responding, and her immediate thought was that this man sure knew how to kiss. His hand on her titties was not idle either, and he soon had her aroused to the point where she felt there wasn't any need for her to hurry home after all.
Three hours later, Paula was so thoroughly worked over and exhausted she couldn't be sure when she was asleep and when she was awake. After Bob Grover had fucked her that first time, she went right off to sleep. But she didn't sleep long. She woke up to find him fucking her again, this time in a different position. And so it went, each time being awakened to be fucked in a different way. How many times had it been? Three? Or was it four? Paula couldn't be sure. But that last time – that really woke her up, when she found herself on her knees and he put his cock right up her ass!
Now she was lying face down on the couch and he was on top of her, his cock still deeply imbedded in her ass.