in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do, so we fucked.' And then, almost as an afterthought, he added: 'That bitch sure could give head, by crackles!'
'Never mind about your vaudeville days,' Tricia cut in hastily, coming ever closer to her uncle as she spoke. Her breasts were hard and erect by this time, quivering with excitement and ready for some action. 'My sister and Miss Carson here are trying to have a little fun, and we don't like to have people hanging around and watching. So either come on and join us or else leave us alone and come back later.' She paused for a moment to let the words sink in, since she wasn't too certain about her uncle's ability to comprehend words of more than one letter. Then, thinking that she actually detected a glimmer of understanding on the old man's face, she said, 'So what's it gonna be? Either join us or leave us alone, but don't hang around watching us.'
Upon hearing that, Uncle Paul's face split open into a grin so broad that for a moment Tricia was afraid his mouth would go all the way around his face and his head would fall off. 'Why I'd just love to fuck a fine young pussy like yourself, by crackies,' he drawled leisurely. 'So just give me a minute to get these here clothes off and then we'll just let nature take its course.' And then, almost as an after thought, he added, 'By crackies!'
It took only a few seconds for Uncle Paul to rip all his clothes off and stand naked before them. Looking at the unclad man both of the Burns girls and their friend Sue were all pleasantly surprised. They had expected to see the naked body of a withered old man, with wrinkles galore and testicles that dangled down to his knees, but instead of that they found themselves admiring a trim and almost youthful body, one that almost any male would envy. A body that was rather obviously eminently suited for sexual activities of every sort.
He could see that the three sluttish females like his body and he was glad that they found it attractive. 'Okay, you young pussies,' he roared out exuberantly, 'I think it's time for an old-timer to start showing you a trick or two.' And with that he was coming steadily closer to the trio of tawdry bitches, his cock rising steadily as his sexual excitement mounted to a fever pitch.
Sue Carson seemed to actually be interested in this. At her first glance of the man she had dismissed him as a senile old coot, who got his rocks off fucking knotholes, but now that she was getting to know him better she could see that he might make an extremely interesting fuck-partner indeed. 'I think I'll take this guy on,' she murmured to the two throbbing Burns sisters. 'You can keep eating each other out.'
Daphne drew her mouth up into a youthful pout. 'Why should we let you have the cock all to yourself?' she complained bitterly. 'Irish and I live together, we can suck each other off any time we like. But we're never gonna have a chance to get it on with Uncle Paul here!'
Tricia was having similar ideas, but she wanted this man all to herself. 'You're too young for him, Daphne,' the red haired girl declared staunchly. 'Why don't I try him on for size and you and Sue here can keep on doing what you were doing.'
'Nuts to that,' Daphne complained. 'I want Uncle Paul to shove his meat up my hole.'
'Nuts to both of you,' Sue Carson cut in, 'I'm the boss here, and say that I get him. Understand?'
'Oh yeah?' And then the three naked vixens were scratching and clawing at each other, each of them desperate for the honor of being the first one to spread her legs for this man. Seeing that fighting amongst themselves would do no good at all they all jumped on top of the guy simultaneously, snatching at his prick with all six hands and each of them trying to cram it into a twat, a mouth or an asshole all at the same time.
At that instant there was a splintering noise, and then a voice was saying something that sounded like: 'Aha!' Instantly both girls looked up from the tangle of balls and tits to see who it was that had spoken.
Standing in the doorway was their father!
CHAPTER SEVEN
'What in the name of God is going on here?' The voice was that of Hamilton Burns, and was he mad! Sheeee-it! He kicked the door closed with one hind leg and then staggered into the room. His eyes were bloodshot-red, a light froth of foam was trickling from his lower lip, and he had been obviously drinking. And it served him right, too. 'Paul, you old bastard, is that really you down there?'
A voice emerged from the heap of naked bodies. 'If it ain't me then somebody else is gettin' all the pussy, by crackles. Heeehhheee!' Hamilton Burns gave a groan of disgust and then strode to the center of the room, lashing out with one foot to deliver a powerful kick to the most convenient patch of naked flesh, which as luck would have it happened to be the ample buttocks of Sue Carson. The fat bitch screamed like a stuck pig. And it served her right, too.
Hamilton Burns was getting angrier by the second, and in his drunken stupor nothing could control him. 'Paul, you bastard,' he announced, 'you told me to meet you at the train station. So what happens? I show up to meet you like some kind of an asshole, and you're not there. I come back home, and what do I find? My own brother is lying on the floor stark naked, fucking and sucking with my own two daughters, whom I thought were sitting quietly in their room.' He wiped his head with one hand, and then pointed a quivering finger at the first pair of tits he could see. 'You,' he commanded. 'Go to your room.'
'I don't live here, schmuckface,' retorted Sue Carson, turning on her heel and bouncing merrily out of the room. And it served her right, too. Hamilton Burns was doubly enraged now, and he turned to vent his wrath on the next person he saw. That person happened to be Tricia.
'All right, you little bitch.' He seized her by the wrist and propelled her out of the room and into the solitude of his private den. 'All right, you naked bitch,' he shrieked at her. 'Take that smirk off your sassy face!'
Tricia replied by sticking her tongue out at him. 'Fuck you,' was her cheerful rejoinder. 'I don't have to listen to you, Daddy, who do you think you are, anyway?'
Hamilton's face was an angry red.
'I'll teach you to talk back to your own father!' he huffed, as he dumped his daughter onto the sofa.
'Big man…' jeered Tricia. 'You can dish out all kinds of abuse, but you can't take it. I think you're jealous of your own brother.'
'Shouldn't I be? No sooner do I turn my back, then he's busy fucking away with my secretary, and my…'
'Daughters,' interjected Tricia. 'Your own brother is fucking your own daughters, whom you've fucked yourself… You're the one who ought to be ashamed of himself!'
'We'll see about that!' ranted Hamilton. His face was red with rage. He's show that little bitch a thing or two about fucking. Before his own daughter could say another word he had pushed her backwards onto the sofa. She lay there silently, doing nothing. She stared at him with her wide eyes, waiting to see what he would do next.
In a way, she was glad that she had provoked him. It made him about ten times more sexy. He was all steaming and furious like some sort of wounded bull, and she could tell that his anger would make him about ten times more energetic. Already she could feel her cunt begin to moisten with anticipation. Not only had she been licked half to death by her sister and Sue Carson, but now she was going to get the hell fucked out of her by her own father!
'Alright, you tramp. I'm going to teach you a lesson. I thought you realized what you had done wrong the first time, but I see that I have been sadly mistaken.' He grabbed her around the waist and turned her over on her back. Her pert buttocks jutted up at him, and just below, he could see the tiny little pink slit of her pussy, surrounded with the curly halo of frizzy hair.
'Slut, tramp, whore!' said Hamilton slowly and evenly. 'I see enough whores all day long, and I shouldn't have to worry about my daughter becoming one either.'
As he spoke, he spread the firm pink cheeks of her ass, and jammed a finger into her puckered asshole. She gave a cry of pain, and wriggled furiously, but his weight on her back was enough to hold her quite firmly in place. With his knee, Hamilton spread her thighs, then he slipped his finger down her delicious crack until it, was buried in warm pussy-meat.
'How do you like that? Huh, little whore? Do you like the way that your father handles your much used cunt?'
'Yes,' she admitted, in a low, pouty voice, her eyes starting to brim with tears. She had been a bad girl. Her daddy was right after all. She bucked up her crotch, forcing Hamilton's finger to dig deeper into the soft folds of her cunt. He really was stimulating her half to death. She had thought that she had been satisfied, but her own
