minute, squeeze hard on my clit, I think I'm starting to come.'
He plugged her full and wrenched his loins at the wetness of his split, and his daughter thrust up against it, hips rotating, her open cunt making squishy noises.
'AGH!' she cried. 'There! Now fuck me hard, I'm coming, coming off like crazy!'
He gave her long strokes, sliding easily in her tight but incredibly slippery hole. Slow ones, his scrotum merely patting her upturned behind.
Her face burned. Her cunt began milking his cock, sucking at it and pulling waves of wet heat up the shank.
'Daddy!' she shrieked. 'I'm coming! I'm coming!'
She was whipping against him, their bellies swatting together, and her fire burned into his cock. It began to surge, stiffening to an iron club. As he speeded his balls jounced about, hurting when they struck her ass. He had gone too long without. The end of this fuck would not ease the pain in them. He needed an orgy with his daughter, a day-long party to release all the agonizing knots within him.
He was bucking high, sawing at her gulping cunt.
'I'm getting there,' he grunted. 'Honey, are you still coming?'
'I came, but I'm coming again. Daddy, I hurt all over like I have to burst.'
'Can you take this? Am I doing it too hard?'
'I'll be sore but I don't care. Just fuck me, please, you can just fuck me, oh, yes, like that-'
He was ramming her now, his balls smashing her, his cock so bloated and huge that he was no longer human, just a horse flailing wildly at his spurting, gulping target.
The come made him rigid all over. His eyeballs protruded, his neck drew into ropes, his whacking ass hardening to tangles of steel cable ripping apart.
He cried, 'I'm shooting-'
'Give it to me!' she shrieked, arching up, hips grinding, rotating, her cunt squishing loudly as it sucked. He could smell it strongly, that luscious, pungent smell of pussy excited beyond endurance, and he laughed with joy as his first spurts blasted up her hole.
'Daddy, you're coming inside me!'
'Honey, are you with me?'
She answered with a wrenching moan, vising her thighs on his flanks, grinding her heels into his spine, flagging her wide-open split at his pubes.
He shot again, this time feeling a terrible relief as everything seemed to sweep out of his cock and spurt into her pulsing cavity.
'I'm flipping off!' she cried. 'I'm coming all the way, it's going, everything going-'
He felt more jism burn up from his balls, up his scrotum tubes into his prick to spurt volcanically into her.
She arched her ass off the bed, twanging against him, moaning anti gasping.
He gave her one more powerful shove, driving his last spurts into her.
Fluids dribbled down her ass, wetting his scrotum.
In a moment of clarity the fact that he had shot off in his daughter's cunt became real.
Despite the awful truth of that, it had been the most exciting fuck of his entire life.
He should hate her, and himself.
But as their bodies softened and he sagged on her still throbbing flesh, he knew that he had never really loved her before.
CHAPTER SEVEN
At seven that evening, Kit was dressed and waiting for Myra.
Sonny was asleep, out cold. He had said his prick was worn down to a nubbin.
She smiled.
She would have it out with Myra, try to explain that while she had certainly enjoyed the lesbian experience she could not become further involved.
Myra was late. Kit went to the kitchen and made a gin and tonic, not that she needed the calming effect of booze but because she was so deliciously sated, so absolutely jellied inside, that the drink would augment her feeling of sensual contentment.
Sipping it, she slipped a hand up under her skirt and felt her panty crotch. Soggy. Slippery with juice. She went to her bedroom for fresh panties. Peeling off the stained ones, she gazed at Sonny, sprawled naked on the bed, breathing shallowly in deep sleep. She could not resist going to him, bending down and kissing his genitals.
She sat on the edge of the bed sipping her drink, studying his beautiful young body, involuntarily dropping a hand into her crotch and massaging her pussy as she gazed fondly at him.
It was a silent hour, Sunday evening. She had bathed and put on a flowered print dress, very short, a clinging garment that molded to her shape. Her hair was brushed out, her eyelashes darkened with mascara. They had eaten only snacks today and this meager consumption of food contributed to her feeling of lightness and ease.
When she returned she would wake Sonny up, get fucked again. It seemed very doubtful to her that he would take any interest in Lily tomorrow, after a weekend like this one.
She fingered her hairy cunt lips together and pressed on her clit. A bubble of heat grew. She massaged it slowly, while sipping her drink and watching him. She began to hope that Myra had gone off on another tack. Maybe she would not show up.
The liquor warmed her, and by the time she finished, it had gone to her head.
She should not drink when she already felt this lazily content. Especially not when she had to make things perfectly clew to Myra.
Her hips were beginning to move, pressing her swollen clit into the rocky motion of her slippery cunt lips, when she heard the beep of a car horn out front.
Myra!
She sprang up, left her glass on the dresser, threw a silent kiss to Sonny, and dashed out.
She was on the front walk when she realized that she was not wearing panties.
It would be too much bother to go back. She climbed into Myra's car.
Myra twisted the steering wheel viciously, wrenching the car into a U-turn, wheeled out of it on screeching tires, and raced toward the avenue leading out of town.
'I bit him,' she snarled.
'You what?'
'His cock. Don's. The asshole.'
The car windows were open and Myra's blonde hair flagged out in a wind-tom banner. Her eyes were narrowed to angry green slits. She wore a white summer dress and as the car crossed a potholed intersection her big breasts leaped wildly about. She was not wearing a bra. Her hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white with tension.
She turned to Kit and snapped, 'I phoned you all day yesterday. Where in hell were you?'
'Sonny and I went swimming.'
Myra ignored the stop sign at the avenue, tooled out onto it, burning rubber.
She said, 'Yesterday I needed you but you had to be off with your goddam kid.'
Kit could only be amused by the other's anger. She owed nothing to Myra, and her scary driving was rather exhilarating. Lounging in her corner of the front seat, feeling the wind bat her hair, pleasantly clean, in a fresh dress, cool despite her drooling cunt, she did not mind Myra's ranting.
She said mildly, 'Myra, why don't you fuck yourself?'
A green-eyed glance cut at her. 'Some friend you are.
'We're not friends. We were lovers for an evening. Like a pickup, shackup. Period. I think you're griping to hear your own voice. Don seems very fond of you. He earns a good living. He probably has reasonable complaints
