Doug kept thrusting his prick in and out of her, right past her quakes to keep her hot and yielding.
"Can bring you-easy-over and over," he boasted.
She lay back passively, letting him fuck her now as she enjoyed her post-orgasm euphoria.
"Ah, lover, so great," she said. Her spasms had tapered.
"Bring you again," he grunted, plugging away.
She got a wicked grin. It was prick-milking time. Her cunt sensitivity had eased. She commanded her vagina to go to work on him. He suddenly felt her warm, tight passage lock on him and unlock, over and over. It was like her orgiastic spasm hadn't stopped.
"Oh, Doug," she cried. "I can't stop coming."
Pull, pull, pull, soft and silken on his moving prick.
Doug's eyes got big. "Holy Christ, Cyn. You really l-love it." His cock missed a beat. Under her insistent milking he was being stirred to molten heat, every pore of his pleased cock enjoying this extra pleasure. He began to feel his noble vulnerability. He slowed his fucking.
"I-I-I-"
"Oh, Doug, I'm still coming," she cried and milked him.
"Huh, huh, huh," he went. His cock was so swollen with delight and tender that he could no longer move it at will. He hung there, staring down at her in surprise and his forehead sweated. He had planned on a much longer fuck run. But that slick, hot cunt pulsing constantly on his thrilled prick got to be too much. "I think-I think-" he gasped. "Ahhhhh, Doug."
For him it came with a rush. He was totally still now and he felt the deep body prickle of starting orgasm, a sensation he'd always forgotten in his loveless years. Then he gave a sob of pleasure at the sweep of his muscular tension and the coming relief.
Spurt!
She milked him as she had done to Robbie so often, wanting to laugh at the extreme pleasure she could give this man. Maybe he was her man. Her agile cunt sucked and pressed on his prick, drawing off huge gouts of jism deep into her cunt. He had more to give than Robbie and she reveled in the sexy feel of that rich male spend.
"Ah, heee. Ah, ah, ah," he went in his paroxysms of joy. "Ah, ah."
He was still spending, the come starting to lessen when the door across the room opened and Robbie and Scotti walked in.
"We bribed our way back-" called Robbie cheerfully.
"We got a helicopter-uh," said Scotti.
"Ah, ah, ah," went Doug finishing his sex run in Cynthia's guts. Then he expired on top of the sexy woman, hardly aware of what had happened. Cynthia, looking over his shoulder, got the full shock of the interruption.
"We were just-" she stammered.
"Dad!" screamed Scotti.
"Why, you bastard, you're fucking my wife!" shouted Robbie.
Scotti gave a great, wounded cry and rushed out of the room. After that all was confusion and movement, with shouts, embarrassing explanations and curses. Cynthia retreated under the towels, her swollen, happy cunt leaking a rich stream of Doug's jism. The two men ended up, eyeball to eyeball, shouting.
"You took my daughter out and fucked her."
"You fucked my wife right in my bed."
"You tossed your wife over. Threw her out."
"You hung your daughter up so she couldn't have lovers."
"I'll kill you!"
"No, I'll kill you."
While the two men caught their breaths for the next round of insults and possible fighting Cynthia said: "Why don't we all calm down and go down to the bar to have a drink. I'm sure there's a way to sort it out.-She got up and pushed the men apart and they stayed apart, subsiding into vague threats and cutting remarks. The latest crisis was over, for now. But what a trip this had turned out to be!
There were no drinks, no dinner together for the two couples as they had been doing. Doug went off to make peace with his daughter and the Wells ran their own niggling war of words through cocktails, dinner alone and later in their room.
"What gets me," said Robbie. "You gave him your trick cunt, didn't you. The whole treatment."
"Of course not," she lied. It felt good to be able to lie to her husband again.
"I know you did. I'll bet the old bastard screamed with joy. With that big cock, bigger than mine."
"Lots bigger," she lied, delighted. Her comment last night had drawn blood after all.
"I'm going to fuck you Cynthia. Not because I want to. Because I don't want your last sex during my time to be his big prick getting milked by your trick cunt."
"No, I'm not going-Robbie! My God, Robbie, stop-you're tearing my clothes."
"Warm it up, you bitch. I want those hot squeezes…"
Scotti lay on the sofa in her room as she had the night before, reading her book with a determined frown. Her father paced between her and the fire, growling like nothing so much as a wounded bear.
"You just had to do it, Scotti. I brought you up as a fine and proper lady but you snuck behind my back and did your whore thing. I wonder how many others there were I didn't know about."
"There were none. I-he-it was just one of those things."
"My own best friend-fucking my daughter!"
"Don't use that ugly word in front of me, Dad. And how about you. You couldn't wait to crawl in the hay with Cynthia. For all I know you've been fu-sexing with her for years."
"Never. Today was the first time. Your act shook me up. I'm an older man. A hundred times I've curbed my natural lust out of respect for my daughter, so people couldn't point fingers, whisper to you. Then you pull this."
His face got red. "Dammit, Scotti, I can't let you get away with this. It could lead to your total destruction. You'll have to be punished.
She gave a little scream as he jumped at her. He'd been working himself up this rage for hours and she was really frightened. The book flew out of her hands at this attack.
He plopped down on the sofa and roughly dragged his beautiful daughter across his lap.
"Doug! What're you going to do?"
"What fathers always do to children who need punishment. Spank you."
"Oh, my God. You wouldn't dare-"
She struggled in his arms. Again she had worn one of her favorite pajama outfits, a polyester crepe de chine that gleamed like satin but was thinner. This time it was pearly gray.
She found herself forced across his lap, his warm thighs against her belly. Her rounded behind thrust up in spaking position.
"Damn it, I won't let you do this to me. I'm a grown, dignified-"
"-stupid little girl," he finished.
Splat! Right on her sexy, firm behind. She yowled and kicked her legs and tried to cover her bottom with her hands. He cursed and jerked her hands free. This physical contact with her father, that she worshipped so much, scared her and delighted her far more than the stinging blow to her rear that brought her pain. At once her cunt began to wet and thrill. Her butt felt warm, her loins glowed.
He growled in his throat. Whap! Whap! The sound of his hand striking her meat echoed in the room and she yowled again in pain, but more because she suddenly felt so turned on.
Suddenly he stopped. His hand rested on her buttocks, lightly squeezing her magnificent rear. "I-I-I" he went, and he sounded stricken.
She sucked in her breath sharply and held it. She heard his harsh breathing. Her cunt thrilled and swelled and wetted. She dared not speak.
Her father's hand slid under her buttocks and dug at her cunt.
"I-I-I-" His voice sounded thick, broken. As if he had no control over it. His hand gently probed her cunt. She felt a tremendous surge of sexuality. Inside her cunt lips, touching, gently finding and rubbing her clit.
"I-I-" he crooned, half out of his mind with desire.