and hard.'
Eva felt her stomach tumble and wanted to gag, but she repressed the sensation until it passed. It really didn't taste bad once she got the slime off and it felt so alive and pulsing there inside her mouth. She wasn't aware when her feelings changed, but she rather liked it all of a sudden, and it made the desire grow in her loins like nothing had before. She closed her eyes and imagined how it had looked when Ted's jizz had spurted up into the air, how milky it had looked, how slippery it had been on her fingers. She wondered now what it tasted like and started jacking him off while she sucked.
'Hold it, girl!' the old man cried, pushing her face away. She looked like a baby about to cry when his prick pulled free of her lips. 'I want it in your belly where it belongs,' he said.
The old man moved up onto the couch and stretched out on his back. 'Get on top of me, fuck me, make me spill inside you again.'
Eva obediently crawled on top of him, reached down between their bodies and found his cock. It was good and hard again, and she easily slid the fat prick inside her cunt. Her sense of loss faded as her cunt took him in.
'Oh, oh, oh,' she gasped. 'It's so big and it feels so good!'
She knew immediately that she would come and started moving faster and faster until only the thick head was in her cunt and bobbing wildly between her puffed-out pussylips. She clutched tightly to him, her orgasm tearing hungrily at her insides. And she didn't stop, but kept jerking wildly. 'I'm coming!' she grunted, 'I'm coming again!' And she came again.
She let her weight down against him, yet continued moving, and his cock pushed in deep. 'Ahhhh, Jesus, that's good!' she moaned.
The old man lay still and let her do the work. Her young pussy was so tight, so vibrant. It was exhilarating to feel her working so lustily on top of him, grunting and groaning like a bitch in heat. She was a hot little piece, all right, and would give him lots of good fucking in the years to come.
And then she was coming yet again. She sat upright on his crotch, slamming his hard cock into her cunt, and bounced against him like a creature gone mad. Her face was contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
When Joseph came, he was in so deep he swore she could taste it. His cum spurted into her for the third time and she fell limp on top of him, sobbing softly.
He showed her the bathroom where she dressed and freshened up as best she could. Her golden hair was wet with perspiration so she pulled it back into a pony tail. When she stepped from the toilet, the old man was dressed and looked as spry as ever. She thought she had probably fucked him out, but it was the other way around; she felt strung out, and the guilt of what she had done was inside her. How could she face John after wildly fucking his father? It frightened her to think how wanton she had been, how completely she had lost all self control. It must never happen again.
They walked down the hall to the den, the old man's step bouncy and light. Eva felt like her legs were filled with lead. The party had broken up in their absence and everyone had gone. Eva blushed at the thought that they all knew the old man's habits, knew that he was in another room balling his son's fiance. She decided the upper crust of society was composed of depraved people, not the cream.
Then she noticed that Nina had returned. The young society matron was sprawled awkwardly in a chair in the corner, obviously dead drunk. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back.
'Ah, you're back, Nina,' the old man said, as they stepped into the dimly lit room. 'Can I mix you a cocktail?'
Nina roused for a moment, her bleary eyes half-open. 'Where's Mosely? Where's Goddamn husband?'
'Mose called before you returned, said he would be detained quite late. You can spend the night here and he'll pick you up in the morning,' her father said.
'Dirty sombitch, fuckin' bastard,' she mumbled, and passed out again.
Eva and Joseph approached the girl. 'She's a good girl, drinks a spot too much from time to time, but a good girl.' Joseph said of his daughter. He reached down and patted her bulging tummy. 'A little Richardson in there. A Richardson to the core.' He looked at Eva and gave her a knowing wink. 'All Richardson,' he said.
Eva blanched at the inference. Could he possibly mean… could her own father… no, it was out of the question.
Eva looked at the lovely young woman. Her long, slim legs were bare, now devoid of the panty hose she had worn at the shower. Her skirt was bunched up high on her thighs, revealing the whiteness of her fine skin almost to her crotch.
Her father took the hem of her skirt in his hand and lifted it up, displaying her naked cunt. It was covered with a fine, light brown hair that formed a perfect triangle as it crept up her fat belly. 'She's a splendid-looking young woman, isn't she?' he said proudly.
Eva gasped at the man's unnatural audacity. 'Yes, she's beautiful,' she said, almost breathless at the sight.
He lifted the skirt higher. Her stomach rose bulging and majestic from her hairy pussy. She moaned softly and her legs spread wide, opening her wet and inviting pussylips.
'Need 'nother fuckin' dring,' she mumbled.
The old man dropped her skirt and went to the bar. He returned with a tall glass, something she certainly did not need. He held the glass to her lips. Her mouth opened and she gulped convulsively at its contents. He reached down and lifted her skirt again and let his hand slide into the furry nest between her legs. She swallowed hungrily as he tipped the glass and moaned and rolled her hips gently while his fingers nuzzled at her gaping cunt.
Eva stood rooted to the spot, her mind trying to disbelieve what her eyes were seeing. Her cunt, raw and sore from the old man's ravage, started to tingle. The sight was obscene beyond imagination and made her hot all over again.
Joseph had two fingers in his daughter's cunt and was slowly finger-fucking her. She hunched lewdly against his hand, little gasps and moans escaping her lips between swallows.
'Good, Daddy, so good… make me come,' she cooed.
Eva closed her eyes. The sight of the pregnant woman hunching against her own father's hand was almost too much, still it turned her on like she would never have believed. She wanted desperately to reach under her own skirt and play with herself, but her clit was so tender now and she knew it would just make it hurt more tomorrow and controlled her urges.
Nina came with a scream of divine pleasure and knocked the glass from her father's hand. 'I'm so horny, Daddy, I'm so horny all the time now,' she cried.
At the sound of the front door opening, the old man jerked his hand from her cunt and pulled down her dress. He bent down and picked up the glass and went to the bar in the corner of the room.
John Richardson stepped into the room. 'Father, Eva!' he said, looking perplexed. 'What are you doing here, Eva?'
'Your father invited… a party… I thought you,' she stammered.
'I thought you had a shower tonight.' John said.
'I did. I dropped over afterwards.' John shrugged. Then he saw his sister. 'What in the hell!' he shouted.
'She came home drunk.' Joseph said.
'Where is her confounded husband?'
'He's working. He'll pick her up in the morning.'
'Well, for God's sake, rouse the maid, get her in bed.' John shouted. He looked again at his precious sister. 'No, better not. She looks like a whore sprawled out in that chair. You put her to bed, Father.'
Eva watched with horror at the confrontation between the two prominent men in her life, the father more in her life than she had ever imagined possible. And to her surprise, the old man went meekly to his daughter and tried to rouse her. She had never seen Joseph Richardson meek before.
'Drunk in her condition.' John snorted with disgust. He watched his father try to get Nina to her feet. 'Here, I'll do it,' he said curtly, and went her the limp girl and lifted her from the chair.
Holding his sister in his arms, he turned to Eva. 'You wait here. I'll put her to bed and then drive you home.
