Jane reacted to the switch in positions. "Drill me, baby! Don't just fuck me, split me in two!"
Christy did her best. With every lurch of her crotch, she jabbed the depths of her own cunt almost as much with her end of the candle as she penetrated her mother's pussy with the other half. The result was predictable: dual climaxes for both mother and daughter that kept renewing themselves as long as the two-way fucking continued.
With no man involved, neither female partner needed to worry about shooting her wad and having to start all over again from scratch. In this way, the candle that was the instrument of fucking was actually superior to a real cock.
The action came to a halt only after a violently shared orgasm. As hips shook, asses thrashed, and pussies clenched as if they had teeth in them, mother and daughter finally went too far. There was a snapping sound, and all of a sudden the bond between Jane's and Christy's cunt came to an end.
"Oh, shit!" Christy reacted first.
"What happened?" her mother asked.
"Damn candle busted," Christy grumbled.
"All is not lost," Jane chuckled.
Jane scooted away. She removed her section of the cock-substitute from her cunt, transferring it to her mouth. The wax was dripping with pussy juice as Jane inserted it between her lips and started sucking as if she were attacking a real prick.
Christy quickly followed her mother's example, only she licked her sticky portion of the candle like ft was a candy-cane rather than deep-throating it.
And so the fucking between mother and daughter ended on this slurping note. Jane and Christy capped things off by sampling their own sweet pussy juice, getting the last amount of use from the broken, candle.
Someone knocked on the door.
When they heard it, Jane and Christy stopped and stared at one another, each trying to read the other's mind as the intrusion filled the air.
The knocking continued.
Jane and Christy waited hopefully for it to quit. It didn't, growing in intensity. Mother and daughter winced, knowing by now exactly who had come calling.
The knocking got even louder…
CHAPTER SIX
"It's Daddy!" Christy identified the source of the knocking. "I forgot all about calling him. Maybe he'll go away if nobody answers the door."
"If I know your father, he's spent the morning nursing a pint of whiskey for breakfast. Don't worry, he'll get into this house one way or another," Jane said of her ex-husband. "If there's something Lenny Hawthorne wants, he generally gets himself drunk enough to go after it."
Jane paused as the knocking shook the front door.
"And in this case," she bluntly told her daughter, "what he wants is you. Believe me, Christy, your father is banging on that door with a hard-on in his pants and his sights on some teenage pussy."
"I-I know I bragged I was going to f-fuck Daddy," Christy stammered. "B-but how could he know that's why I asked him to come over?"
"I'm going to level with you," Jane cut in on her confused daughter. "Last night your father caught me fucking your Uncle Ken. Red-handed. Knowing the way your father's mind works, I'm sure that makes him think that anything goes. Just the kind of situation he loves. Especially if he's been drinking. He's an animal then. Nothing'll stop him."
"What'll we do, Mom?" Christy gulped. "God, just look at us, we're both naked. No way we can put off Daddy if he finds us like this."
Before Jane could make a decision, the knocking stopped. The silence was eerie, heightening the tension rather than providing any relief.
The mounting anxiety of mother and daughter was well-placed. A shadow appeared at the window. The windowpane rattled.
"Shit, the damn thing's stuck," a familiar male voice drunkenly cursed from outside.
There was a sudden crash. Its origin was obvious. A foot had just kicked in the window, sending broken glass flying into the room.
As her ex-husband prepared to crawl into the house, Jane told her daughter to run and hide, just before taking off herself. Then Jane headed for the hallway, planning a dash toward the bedroom, maybe to hide under the bed. She assumed Christy was making the same kind of flight.
But Christy wasn't.
She had tripped. Snagging an ankle over a light cord, the unlucky teenager had brought down a lamp when she fell.
Jane heard the crash, stopped in her tracks, then reversed her direction.
It was too late.
Lenny was already in the house. He was standing over his nude daughter, admiring the way she had fallen. Christy was sprawled on her back, her long legs spread wide open. Her succulent blonde cunt glistened with exposure.
"Well, look at you," Lenny leered at his helpless daughter, the crotch of his pants throbbing with a tell-tale bulge. "Seems like you've been growing up awful fast, little girl. Got to say that I like it."
"D-Daddy… is that you?" Christy mumbled woozily, her slurred speech indicating that she must have hit her head on the floor and jarred her consciousness.
"Nobody else, sweetie," Lenny grinned. "I hope you're as happy to see me as I am to see you. What're you doing down there, anyway? You okay?"
"I must've tripped… tripped and fallen," Christy muttered in an obvious daze. "Think I knocked my head on something… I'm so dizzy."
"Here, I'll help you up, baby," Lenny soothed. "Your old dad's come to the rescue."
He leaned over, pulling his naked daughter to her feet. But between Lenny's drunkenness and Christy's lightheadedness, things did not go smoothly.
Christy was like a sandbag in her father's uncertain grip. She pitched forward, threatening to fall again. The only way Lenny could keep her upright was to prop her with a quick knee between her shaky thighs.
Slouching, Christy rested all her weight on her father's leg, straddling it with her bare crotch. Lenny hugged her, pressing her tits against his chest.
"Ooooh, baby, you're an armful," Lenny whispered hotly in Christy's ear. "A real package."
He made no attempt to untangle himself from his daughter's naked body. His upper leg was slowly rubbing her pussy now and Christy was starting to moan.
"Feel better, honey?" Lenny asked, tickling Christy's ear with his tongue while he spoke.
"Mmmm, yes, Daddy," Christy sighed, doing as much rubbing with her cunt as her father was doing with his leg. "I'm so glad you're here."
Lurking unseen in the hallway, Jane eavesdropped on her ex-husband and her daughter in total frustration. Stark naked herself, she just didn't have the courage to show herself and risk a confrontation. Jane watched as her ex-husband took increasing advantage of their nude daughter.
Lenny was maneuvering Christy across the room. His big hands were all over her now, caressing and fondling her soft flesh. Christy not only did nothing to resist, but responded to her father's pawing with heavy panting and excited squirming.
Then Christy had been lowered onto the couch. Her father made sure her legs stayed spread, running his fingertips up and down her inner thighs, just skirting the golden fringe of her open cunt.
"Touch my pussy, Daddy," Christy swooned.
"Sure, baby," Lenny rasped.
He placed a finger in the dewy slit of his daughter's twat, moistening it with teenage honey as he slowly penetrated. Christy's ass jumped and her thighs quivered.
Lenny's finger probed farther within his daughter's cunt. Now it was moving rhythmically back and forth. When Lenny added a second finger inside her twat, Christy arched her back and purred like a kitten.
"Feels sooo goooooood!"
"It'll feel even better when I get my cock inside you," Lenny answered, unzipping his fly with his free hand. "That's what you want, isn't it, sweetheart, my big prick in your tight pussy?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy," Christy cooed. "Please fuck me!"