'I want to feel your father inside me again,' whispered Eileen. 'He was so good.'
'No,' said Teresa. 'Remember he's in there with his wife. You don't want her suspecting anything.'
'But she already knows… '
Teresa shrugged. 'Okay, go ahead and take the chance if you want to risk ever being with him again.'
'Oh, I didn't think of that,' mumbled Eileen.
Teresa gently opened the door again but this time she slid her hand inside the room and found the light switch. The room suddenly went dark. Teresa grabbed Eileen's hand and pulled her along as she opened the door wide and they stepped quietly inside and waited against the wall.
When the lights went out Alan was the only one to notice right away. He was enjoying the thorough licking Grace was applying to his cock and found it extra-exciting to watch how her lips opened up to gulp air before each sucking plunge. But all off a sudden it was dark. He didn't think much about it, he rested his head back and just enjoyed the swirling feel all along the hard fiber of his rod.
Walter Cunningham noticed the darkness but knew there wasn't a thing he could do about it. He was pinned underneath Grace's rocking ass, unable to look up or move. He just accepted it and gave his next thrust an extra ounce of power to plow deep inside her asshole.
But Johnny Carvel didn't like it at all. He hated darkness, especially unexpected darkness. While still pounding his cock in and out of the scorched cunt he looked back to see what had happened. All he saw was the dark of the room. He knew something was wrong.
Then he felt the lithe arm wrap around his neck and a set of soft moist lips press against his ear. He immediately suspected who it was. The thin girl downstairs in the blanket, it had to be her. His arm bent back and circled the incredibly small waist and he was positive.
With a strong rock of his body, Johnny tumbled the ear-sucking nymph onto the bed next to Grace's heaving body. He remembered red hair, green eyes and a flirtatious expression. He also remembered how enticing the slim young body of the girl was. He wasn't going to release her under any circumstances, there was no way this plum would escape.
His hand roamed from the waistline to her belly and she squirmed with happiness. Then he reached down and felt the wisping hair of her crotch. That's all Johnny wanted to know. The youthful chick was naked, undressed, hugging, ear-kissing and all ready to fuck his cock.
On the next withdrawal he left Grace's cunt and rolled onto the slim body. Eileen's arms wrapped eagerly around his hot, sweat-coated shoulders and she lifted her head up until their mouths met. Johnny could feel her squirming her young cunt up at his hard cock.
Grace sighed with relief around the filling shaft of Alan as she felt Johnny's battering cock leave her numb pussy. Then his heavy body rolled off hers. She never thought she'd see the time when she welcomed the exit of a good man, but she now knew it was possible.
Walter Cunningham instantly recognized that the group of four had grown. He felt the extra body drop down next to his as he humped his cock up into Grace's asshole. He reached out with his hands to feel and determine who it was but all he touched were the smothering shoulders of Johnny Carvel. He quickly pulled his hand away and wiped the perspiration off on the mattress.
When the soft, warm lips touched his face he was surprised. He wondered if the visitor had eluded Johnny to come after him. He rolled his lips around until they touched the fresh pair and the two months clamped hungrily together. He felt a sweeping tongue ride against his and swirl happily inside his teeth and gums.
With his free hand he reached out toward the kissing body and felt the smooth, velvet flesh, the full, ripe curves of her ass, the familiar-sized breasts. His hand moved up to dig into the thick black hair and roam once again down the back of the young girl.
He felt his cock pound with the most excitement he ever experienced as he recognized who he was kissing. It was Teresa! His daughter! His cock was in her mother's ass! His tongue was in her daughter's mouth!
He pressed her tight down on his mouth with his hand to surge his tongue thoroughly into and around her lips. Then he managed to push her away and pull her back. She knew exactly what it was he wanted close to his mouth and probing tongue. Her crying cunt!
Teresa had never felt a kiss more beautiful in her whole life. As soon as the lights went out she made a direct lunge for the one man on the bed she'd never had. Her father. She had no idea how he'd react if he figured out who she was… but it was dark, he wouldn't be able to tell.
When she felt Eileen trying to nudge alongside her father, Teresa pushed her gently back until feeling Johnny Carvel's hairy arm wrapping around her waist. The she snuggled in close to her daddy and kissed his face. The instant response of his mouth, tongue and hands was so thrilling she forgot all about Eileen, all about everyone else in the room.
Then he pushed her away and tugged at her legs. She knew that he wanted to eat her, wanted to taste the syrup of her cunt, wanted to drink her juice. She swiveled around and spread her legs while pushing her crotch toward the beautifully kissing mouth.
She couldn't wait. The tongue had felt so powerful in her mouth she knew it would send her cunt into orbit. When the tip of his tongue touched against the heated wet of her gash she gasped for air. It pushed the lips to each side gingerly and slipped softly between. It wasn't a thrusting rush of sloppy tongue, no it was a controlled, well- aimed spear going right for her clitoris.
Walter eased his tongue into her, took his time and tasted the freshness of her young cunt. Then he drove his tongue into the lump of her clitoris and felt her hips instantly jerk with wild abandon. She was her mother's daughter all right, one touch on the clitoris and instant orgasm.
Teresa's flailing buttocks and cunt heaved against the jabbing tongue until her body exploded like dynamite. The clitoris ignited fires inside the walls of her cunt and spasms made her hole shudder violently around his tongue. A thick wave of fresh cunt-juice flowed into her father's mouth.
He sucked it all up and swallowed. Then he attacked the hot box like it was a fresh peach just off the tree. He felt the scrubbing action of her pubic hair against his nose and he engulfed the crying hole with his mouth to lick it into a state of rest.
Grace felt the stabbing cock in her asshole lose the rapid-fire tempo and prayed. She was hoping he had tired out and could go no more. But it only slowed down to an occasional thrust in a slow withdrawal. She gently eased her hips up to reduce the depth of his cock and he didn't seem to mind. Next she went a little higher, still he didn't react.
With a cautious movement of her painful body she disengaged her stretched asshole from the probing spike and eased away from Walter's body. She gave Alan's fine cock an extra strong suck with her lips as celebration of the end of the battering peckers.
Her mouth felt good, so did Alan's warm meat. She didn't mind sucking his cock as long as it was all she had to do. With a loving plunge she took it into her throat and hummed on it. She knew she might as well enjoy it while she could. After tonight there would be no more extramarital affairs for her. In fact, she thought, there won't be much fucking for me for quite a long while.
As Grace slowly brought her thighs together to let her widened holes relax, Walter felt Teresa's searching hand. He felt it touching his recently vacated cock, wrapping around it, exploring the length and stiffness, finally pinching into the pulpiness of the head.
Then Teresa moved. She kept her cunt close to his eating mouth while crawling down to meet the big dick with her puckered lips. She kissed like it was a small child, then opened her mouth wide and came down on the red muscle like she was a force-fed baby bird.
In one lunge she took it all inside. It plowed deep, past her tongue, around the slight bend of her throat, all the way in until her nose touched his curly pubic hair. Walter's nose was also in her pubic hair but with an adjusting twist both heads revolved inside the opened legs and chins touched into the hair while noses caressed the cheeks of asses.
She was astride him and pounding her head frantically down to show her father how much she loved the feel of his wonderful cock. He was shoving his tongue as deep as it would reach and flicking the tip furiously to show her how much he enjoyed the tasty squeeze of her vagina.
Teresa climaxed again. Her hips banged down with abandoned heaves on his face as his tongue drove her guts into knots of pure excitement. She couldn't breathe, it felt so great. And she had always known it would, as deep in her mind she had always thought about what it would feel like to fuck her father.
