between their bodies as he jabbed her cunt hole with all the power in his ass. He went up on his toes to fuck her harder. His hands still held her asscheeks. The cheeks were spread wide in invitation. Ha took it and found her asshole with an index finger.
'Yes, yes!' she cried. 'Jab me there, too! Finger-fuck my asshole while your big cock brings my pussy off!'
Over her father's shoulder, Carrie could see that Beth had removed all her clothes. 'Daddy, Daddy… wait!'
'What's the matter, baby?'
'Look!' Ted looked to the side Beth, now stark naked, was lying beside them on the bed. Her hands were wildly clawing at her own pussy. 'Shouldn't we let Beth in on the fun?'
Ted smiled and pulled his cock from Carrie's body. He moved over until his head was poised between Beth's thighs, just above her cunt.
'I want to taste you, Beth.'
'Do it! Please, lick my pussy if you want to!' the young brunette cried.
Ted lifted her straight up to his face. Her cunt scraped across his chest in passing, leaving a smeared trail of pussy juice on his flesh. The musk of her pussy drove him wild.
She arched her back slightly and he rested on his elbows. He lanced out at her upraised pussy with his hot tongue. Beth yelped as he began eating her hungrily. He licked and ate savagely, his tongue probing deeply and hotly into her velvet cavern, touching her inner walls. He fucked from asshole to cunt and back again as Beth writhed out her passion.
Carrie stared at the two of them in fascination.
Her father was literally chewing on Beth's pussy, and the girl was going crazy.
'Fuck her now, Daddy! Pour your prick up her cunt like you did to me!'
Ted leaned forward, his chest pushing against Beth's ass. He crawled on top of her and rammed his cock up her hole. He held her and rolled to his side, remaining coupled, grabbing a big breast and squeezing. Beth turned her head and kissed him passionately, trying to eat his tongue.
Holding Beth by the waist, Ted rolled onto his back and took a tit in each hand, his legs spread around hers, holding her in a locking embrace as he continued driving his rigid prick into her seething cunt. He moved his head slightly, taking a rigid nipple into his mouth, allowing his hand to explore her steaming cunt.
'Come in her, Daddy, come in her!' Carrie was screaming down at him.
The slick, throbbing walls of Beth's cunt closed tightly around his stiff meat. She sighed, ecstatic at having such a huge, beautiful cock filling her cunt to the bursting point.
'I… I think I'm going to blow my wad soon!' Ted suddenly groaned, pushing his pumping cock into the depths of her throbbing cunt.
'Me, too!' Beth cried. 'Any time now – ohhhh,eeooowww!'
Ted felt the whole sheath of Beth's cunt grip and pull at his pounding cock, manipulating it like a hungry, sucking mouth. His balls tingled as the head of his meat throbbed and swelled with his hot cum.
'Now! NOW!' he shouted. His cum blasted out of his prick. It spurted out the end and splattered deep into Beth's coming cunt. Their bodies were a blur of motion while they abandoned themselves completely to the ecstasy of their mutual climaxes.
Their cum blended together, flooding her cunt, washing over his cock like a hot shower. He continued hunching until his climax subsided, while her pussy kept squeezing, milking all the jism from his balls.
The rest of the summer was spent in ecstasy. During the week it was just Ted and Carrie. And then Beth would join them on the weekends.
But eventually it had to end. Beth went back to school in the fall. She promised to visit them every holiday, but it wouldn't be enough, and both Carrie and Ted knew it.
Their wanton desires had expanded to a third party, and they both knew Beth would be sorely missed.
Then something happened to change their lives forever. Ted came home from the office one afternoon to find a huge moving van parked in front of the house next door.
'Guess what, Daddy?'
'Someone's moving into the house next door?'
'Yes, but guess who they are?'
'I haven't the slightest,' he said, not really caring. Carrie was dressed in a short skirt and a tight sweater, and his only interest was getting her naked and up to the bedroom.
'It's a widow and her son,' Carrie blurted, 'and she's just beautiful… perfect for you!'
'What?'
'Sure,' Carrie went on, 'and her son is just a year older than I am and he's handsome, as anything!'
The full reality of his daughter's words hit Ted like a ton of bricks. It had to happen someday. Carrie was bound to get interested in boys her own age. But where did that leave him?
He was soon to find out.
'We're going over there for dinner tonight. They've limited us!'
Ted knew, just from the look in Carrie's eyes, what she had planned for the evening.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Pauline Malloy turned out to be an appealing, beautiful woman. She was tall and well developed, and her clinging dress outlined a perfect body as she served dinner.
Ted was uncomfortable as he watched her firm, neatly curved asscheeks move under the tightly stretched fabric. He had already made up his mind that he wasn't going to like Pauline Malloy, or her son, Harley.
But, as the dinner progressed, Ted found a warm, glowing feeling spread over him. By the time the meal was over, he found himself chatting openly with the woman about several topics that he hadn't discussed in months, topics that didn't interest Carrie in the least.
He found himself devouring her ripe, mature body with his eyes. He became so engrossed that he hardly noticed Carrie and Pauline's son leave the room.
'Did Carrie tell you that I'm an artist, Ted?'
'Um, yes… yes, she did.'
'Commercial layout, mostly. I work at home. Would you like to see my studio? We, can have coffee up there.'
'Love to,' Ted said, rising and moving after her.
He followed her up some stairs, watching the graceful movements of her hips. Her clothes fit her so tightly that he could see the slight line of her panties through the clinging fabric.
Even though they had just moved in, there was already an air of warmth and femininity about the room that made Ted's pulse quicken.
'This is nice, Pauline.'
'I like it,' the woman said. 'I hope I'll be able to get something done up here.' She followed her words with a direct stare at his crotch, as if she had meant more than painting. She poured them coffee. 'What do you like in it?'
'Just the coffee.'
She handed him a cup and carried hers to the couch. He sat down beside her and sipped from the cup, trying to keep his eyes from the pendulous swell of her breasts in the tight dress.
'It's nice being with someone other than Harley,' she said out of the blue, mirroring his own thoughts. 'I mean, someone my own age. It's been very difficult.' She set her coffee cup down and suddenly she was whimpering.
Instinctively, Ted moved closer to her and put his arms around her shaking body. She wheeled toward him, putting her hands to her face and leaning against his chest.
'Hey, it's not that bad.'
'It is,' she whimpered. 'I wish I could tell you how bad it is. I wish I could tell you what I've done.'
