Susan spent the night with Joe. Alternating between fitful sleep and passionate wrestling, she had her fill of sex by morning. They had made love more times than she could count. Her dreams were even filled with visions of large cocks smashing into her tender body. And she loved it.
She had never felt better than when she left his apartment. Clinging to his neck for a moment, she said softly, "I think you're really something special, Joe. You're the greatest."
"Nope," he said. "I'd be the greatest if I could ever satisfy you, get you to beg me to stop fucking you. I swear to God, you're the horniest bitch I ever saw!"
She smiled. "You turn me on. Can I help it?"
"Probably not. But I'm not complaining – I don't mind losing a night's sleep when I can make love to the sexiest, foxiest chick I ever saw."
"And who might that be?"
"Bitch!" he said, slapping her on the bottom. "Stop fishing for compliments. You know I mean you. Who else is there?"
"I don't know. Who else was there?"
Joe hesitated when she said that. She was getting possessive and that he didn't like too much. Susan was great in bed, tireless and one hell of a fine piece of ass, but he didn't want to get too involved with her. The thought of her angry father still loomed in his mind like a spectre of death. Don could get very nasty if he ever found out what was still going on between the two of them.
"Well," she demanded. "Who else?"
"I told you to quit fishing for compliments. Do you really want me to compare you with Sophia Loren and Catherine Deneuve and…"
"Silly. But I love you, anyway."
Then she kissed him.
Electric sparks seemed to leap back and forth. It wasn't merely a kiss.
It was a KISS. It took on all the built-up emotions locked in this teenaged girl's body and was given even more power from her innate horniness. Joe took it all and then returned it with the same fervor.
He hoped he was doing the right thing.
If Susan didn't keep quiet about their fucking, he could end up very dead somewhere and no one would really care much. Sure, the girl would cry a few tears and then some other stud would come by and she would forget him. But Joe was like a junkie. He was hooked on sex, the sex that Sue brought to bed with her.
She was so damned addictive, he thought she should have been made illegal in all fifty states.
Thinking that made him shudder. Since she was only sixteen, she was illegal in most states. But his need for her sexy body, her clinging cunt, her voracious mouth, outweighed such things. He returned her kiss, then patted her on the rump.
"Time for you to be getting along. I've got to go to work. Not everybody gets to lay around in bed all day long, screwing and cavorting."
"I suppose I should get to work, too. At the pool hall." A mischievous gleam danced in her eye. She wanted to make him jealous. And he almost rose to the bait.
Stopping a quick retort, he merely said, "On your way. And I'll see you later. After I get off."
She smiled as she said, "It's a deal." And then she was gone, a lovely vision that refused to leave Joe's mind. ‹hr› As Susan walked into the pool hall, she heard a stem voice bark out,
"And where the flamin' hell have you been?"
She knew her father had worked himself up into a monumental rage. He had probably been thinking hard on all the places she'd possibly be and eliminated all but the right one. He knew she'd spent the night with Joe. Since he knew, there was no need for her to deny it.
"I was with Joe."
The straightforward approach stopped him in his tracks and robbed him of much of his anger; if she'd lied or tried to weasel out of answering, he would have felt justified in his wrath. Now, with all the cards on the table, he found he didn't have much to say.
"I told you not to see him."
"You told him not to come in here again. So I went to him."
"You knew what I meant. I don't want you getting messed up with any of the cheap grifters that come in here."
"He's not a cheap grifter. And besides, what if he is? I dig him. And he's mighty good in bed. I'm human. I need to get laid just like everyone else."
"I think she has a point, Don," Cat said. She lounged against the bar with careless ease. She never seemed tense. It was as if she didn't have a bone in her willowy body.
"She disobeyed me. Or the intent of what I was telling her." Don was getting confused now. He wasn't used to having to fight on two different fronts. And Susan's honesty had taken a lot of the wind out of his sails. His wrath was a thing all hollow and artificial now.
"Bullshit. Let the kid have her fun. Nobody's getting hurt. And I doubt if she's really hung up on the guy. Maybe the length of his cock, but there's nothing new in that. Know what I mean?"
Cat stared him down. Don turned to his daughter and said, "I don't want you seeing him again."
"Are you willing to reason this out or are you going to pull the high-handed bastard?"
His lips thinned, then he said, "What do you propose?"
"How about a game of pool? You're the house player, I'm the sucker off the street. I think we know what the stakes are." Susan took a deep breath and then exhaled. Her braless tits bounced slightly.
Don thought it over for a moment. Why not? He could beat his own daughter at pool and then she wouldn't have any gripes about him telling her not to see Joe.
"Pick a cue," he said.
Susan smiled, then kissed him. "You're a dear!"
"I said pick a cue. This is going to be a game. Let's lag for break."
He felt something was beginning to slip away from him when Susan won the lag. He played a safety but it didn't matter. Seventy-seven balls later, she finally missed.
The game was close. But she won by eighteen balls. He knew he'd met his match and was going to admit it. What other choice did he have? He'd agreed to this match in front of Cat and all the other girls.
"Okay. I admit it. You won fair and square. You can see Joe."
"Joe?" she asked innocently. "Whatever are you talking about, father dear? I said you were the house and I was the customer. And you lost. By house rules, that means we go upstairs together. Doesn't it, Cat? Cyndi?
Karen?" She looked around at the sea of faces watching them.
Most of the girls were beginning to snicker a little. Don's little girl had pulled a fast one on him and put him on the spot – right behind the eight ball.
"Yeah!" came the chorus.
Don spun and stalked up the stairs. And Susan quickly followed, getting a broad wink from Cat. This was going to be fun.
In the room, Don snapped, "What's the meaning of this? Now cut that out!" He swatted her hand away from his crotch. But he didn't know what was more embarrassing, having her beat him or letting her see the large bulge there.
In spite of himself, he was almost wishing he could fuck his own daughter. She looked so much like her mother. The same impish glee on her face, the same trim, wonderful body meant for screwing. But he couldn't possibly fuck his own flesh and blood. That just wasn't done.
"You're backing out on your own bet?" she asked, her voice incredulous.
"What will everyone say?"
"Don't be ridiculous." His voice trailed off. Sue had worked his fly open and her slender fingers were groping around for his prick. And she found a hard cock all ready for fucking.
"You do want me, don't you? And I want you, Daddy!" She impulsively kissed him as she pulled out his dick.
He found himself in a strange position. For the first time in more years than he could remember, he was nervous with a chick. And everything told him there was no real reason to be – everything except a tiny voice buried way down in his head saying: Incest! Incest!
Tensed, he found that he had little choice in the matter. His arms were filled with warm, straining young girl. And her mouth on his was delightfully aggressive. He didn't even part his lips to have her tongue intruding into his mouth.
Once her tongue started stroking up and down the side of his, he began to relax. It no longer mattered to him who the teenager was – that it was his own daughter. All that mattered was that a warm, willing and completely wanton girl was begging to get laid. He'd oblige her. His cock was telling him that was the thing to do.
She stroked up and down the hot length of his prong as her tongue slithered in and out of her father's mouth. The girl found herself totally aroused by the prospect of fucking her father. She would find out what it was about him that made Cat think he was so special. And there couldn't be any doubt that he was well hung.
The pulsating dick beneath her fingers told her that. He had a big cock.
It was a long, hard, thick pussy-pleaser. And she couldn't wait to get it rammed all the way up her twat! Somehow, they managed to drift toward the bed. And his fingers deftly removed her clothing. She was less agile about getting his shirt and trousers off, but she succeeded.
And naked, on the bed, they continued their passionate embrace. The idea of having her father make love to her turned the teenager on. But Don was thinking of other things. He was exploring the lithe young body pressed so close to his. He wanted to see exactly what it was he'd been missing – and he wanted to relive some of the experiences he'd had with her mother. She was so much like her mother!
His cock did a flip-flop.
He had to get it into her flowing gash or he'd shoot his wad just like a kid getting his first piece of ass.
His body weight pressed her firmly down into the bed. His mouth began to become more and more demanding. Tongues raced back and forth. He searched out each and every bidden section of her mouth with the sole intent of stimulating her to even higher levels of arousal.
His tongue lightly outlined her teeth, then dueled with the tip of her tongue. Soon, the girl was panting in reaction. She gripped his cock firmly in her hand, not wanting to let go.
And he didn't want her to. It felt good having her hand wrapped around his cock. It gave him a sense of well-being, a sense of being wanted.
And she could guide him directly to the erotic target in a few minutes.
When they were both ready, there wouldn't he any preliminary fumbling around. That wasn't his style.
He worked his body between her legs. His hand raced down almost to the knee, then worked back up slowly – very slowly. He felt the tension grow in her body as he approached her twat. But he never quite touched her snatch.
Instead, his hand raced down the sensitive inner thigh of her other leg, stopping just above her knee. The methodical trip upward brought her up off the bed. Her hips were straining upward in the vain hope his fingers would touch her snatch, delve deeply into her cunt. She wanted him to finger-fuck her.
He wasn't going to do it. That was too much like what a teenaged boy might do. He was going to give her his meaty cock and really fuck her, fuck her like a woman deserved. There wasn't going to he any question in her mind that he was all man when he finished.
Over and over he felt the satiny-smooth flesh of her leg quiver and flow under his fingers. He was stringing her out to a high tension. Soon, she would barely be able to restrain herself. Then and only then would he cram his jerking cock into her cunt.
He felt the twat juice oozing from her cunt lips. It puddled up on his balls and tickled. With a slow circular motion, he ground the underside of his pecker against her pussy mound. He pressed down hard enough to stimulate the clit beneath the tangled jungle of fur. His daughter was completely caught up in the rapture of being made love to by her very own father.
He knew the time to fuck her was at hand.
His hands under and gripped a double handful of assflesh. She sighed, then groaned as he pulled the twin globes of soft flesh apart. He wanted her to think he was tearing her apart. Her cunt would contract, tense up.
And when it did, he rammed forward, her hand guiding him directly to his erotic target.
He speared her dead center. For a long minute, he poised at the gates guarding her inner reaches. Then he fucked hard and fast up her twat. He was suddenly surrounded by flaming pussy flesh. The liquids lubricating her cunt came oozing out after she'd been plugged by his rod of hard male flesh.
With her ass lifted off the bed and her cunt split wide, she was totally vulnerable to his advances. He could do anything he wanted to her.
Anything at all.
Her hot, velvety twat tried to sap his iron control. He didn't let it – not yet. He savored the wondrous heat and soaked up all her cunt juice.
His cock began to feel like a sponge. He wanted to revel and frolic in the erotic playground of her cunt. He dipped his prick deep into her well and let it stir around slowly.
The jerking, dancing movement of his cock was pushing her desires to the breaking point. He felt her stomach muscles tensing, clamping down all around his cock. She was good, damned good. He had to admit it. But he'd found better – like her mother.
But his daughter would learn. She was still young. She was only eighteen. But she already had a hell of a start on knowing how to properly please a man.
"Oh, Daddy, fuck me hard! Deeper! Deeper!"
He shrugged his shoulders and managed to lift first one, then the other of her knees onto his shoulders. With her legs high up in the air, he was able to brace himself on the bed like he was doing pushups. By relaxing his arms, he sent his cock far down into the girl's cunt. The way he held her captive, her cunt was entirely exposed to his hard thrusts.
And he was able to dive a full inch deeper than he could otherwise. He knew he wasn't as long as some guys. But that didn't matter. What he did with what he had was all that counted. And he was a master cocksman. He had never failed to please a woman yet. And he'd bedded a couple really frigid chicks in his day. They'd come back begging him for more.
"Anything my little girl wants," he muttered from between clenched teeth. It was getting harder for him to keep his control. His balls were beginning to ache. The strain of holding in his cum was telling on him.
His daughter was working his cock over with all the expertise of a pro.
He felt the ripples of sensation up and down his length. She tensed, then relaxed her stomach muscles. The effect was like having a velvet glove working on his cock. A heated velvet glove with the fingers inside individually working against every nerve ending on his sensitive prong.
He straightened his arms and pulled back from her cunt. His cock was covered with her sparkling fuck fluids. But he didn't notice. All that he knew was the coldness suddenly assailing his prick. He had to have it buried in warm, tender flesh once again.
He relaxed and went down. His cock drove hard up his daughter's twat.
With a wiggling action, he was able to corkscrew his way in. She was bent double and barely able to move as long as he held ha knees over his shoulders. He knew the higher he could get her legs, the deeper his penetration would be.
Over and over, he dipped and dived down into her. His cock began to sail back and forth like a berserk piston. His hips maintained a steady rhythm that was a more potent force than his deep entries into her cunt.
He knew that a ragged fucking motion would excite a chick. But a regular rhythm slowly built up into all-out fucking was lots better.
It would keep her at a fever pitch of desire for his cock a lot longer.
She would be burning inside and unable to come. He would control when her orgasm would seize her.
He wanted this to be the ultimate fucking for his little girl – his daughter, his sixteen-year-old sexy bombshell of a daughter.
As he plunged downward again, he bent her knees all the way back into her tits. Mashing them flat with her own knees gave an added thrill to the young girl. She felt him entering her body, quickly, firmly and with great authority. And now he was stimulating her boobs with her own knees.
She was bent in an uncomfortable position and never noticed it. She was too lost in the ocean of her own emotions. Her pent-up feelings were coming to the surface and threatened to burst loose at any instant. She tried to trap his cock deep in her cunt.
She couldn't do it. In spite of the fact he was managing to screw her even deeper than Joe had with his nine-inch dong, she wasn't able to hold onto his buried cock. Her own lubricants betrayed her. His cock slipped easily out of her lust slickened pussy.
And with her knees pressing firmly into the hard buttons of her nipples, tiny jabs of delight were arching down into her chest. The fires that had been banked there now blazed merrily. The warmth spreading from her cunt and her jugs collided in the center of her body.
But she couldn't come. There was still something holding her back. In a dim way, she realized he was controlling her absolutely. And that he wanted to gave her the big "O". The ultimate orgasm.
"Please!" she moaned, her head thrashing back and forth on the bed. She had to come but wasn't allowed to.
"Please what?"
"I… fuck me harder! I gotta cum!"
His own balls told him he was nearing the end of his run. He'd been steadily fucking his own daughter for fifteen minutes. Slow, easy at first, he'd built up to deep and hard strokes powerfully reaming her out. And now he was ready. She was ready. They would both get off at the same instant because that was the way he wanted it.
His strokes began to drive to the limit. Their crotches smashed together. And he twisted and turned and drilled his cock far up her cunt.
As his body relentlessly moved across her clit, she came. At the same instant, his balls erupted with all the power of an exploding volcano.
As she rocked through her orgasm, he was fountaining out his sperm into her clinging cunt.
Their bodies smashed together again and again. His fucking had lost its tempo. It was a mindless animal rutting now. And neither cared. It was what they both needed, wanted.
Susan couldn't remember a longer, more beautiful cum. She seemed to hang suspended in space for an eternity. All that mattered was the heat generated by the long prick surging in and out of her cunt. And then she began drifting down from her sexual high.
Still bent double, but now uncomfortable, she asked, "Could you let me free of this cat's cradle?"
Her father let first one, then the other of her long legs slip to either side of his body. He was still firmly embedded in her cunt, his cock stiff.
He stroked back and forth until she came again.
When Susan returned from her sexual wonderland, her father's dick had turned into a sleeping snake. It hung soft between his legs.
She looked into his eyes, a hint of awe tingling her being. She could understand what it was about Cat's comments that had excited her. She had been wondering just how goad her father really was in bed to captivate such a free spirit as Cat.
Now she knew. Don was good – the best she'd ever found. And he was her very own father!
The girl couldn't possibly imagine what it was that had come between him and her mother. Any man who could screw like this was a sterling commodity in a world of mediocre, wham-bam thank-you-ma'am lovers. She'd come across a fair number of them herself.
True, most of them were high school kids who probably didn't know any better. But they'd grow up into studs who carried over the same philosophy of fucking.
They would never get anything out of balling except their own pleasure.
That was okay as far as it went. Susan suspected that Don got a hundred times as much pleasure out of screwing her because he knew she'd been satisfied. In a dim way, she realized just how much in control he had been.
She'd done her damnedest to bring him off, to get his rocks off, and had failed. He was completely dominant. He was the one deciding the pace of their lovemaking and it was he who finally decided when they should both have their climaxes.
And what an orgasm!
Susan couldn't remember a more powerful one. It had jolted her to the very foundations of her being.
Don was one hell of a fine lay.
"Daddy, was it… was it special for you, too?"
"For me too? Sure it was, babe. I had a few hang-ups about it. I thought at first you wore kidding about taking your old man to bed. The incest thing bugged me. Hell, it still does. I'm sorry if that hurt my performance any."
Hurt his performance? She couldn't believe her ears. What he was saying was that his lovemaking this time around had been second rate!
She looked at his body, saw the muscles rippling and knew he knew himself in top shape. He had to if he kept up a frantic fucking pace like that with Cat.
She wished it could have gone on but now she had a lever to use on him.
Don wouldn't be able to say a word about Joe. Not ever again. Not when he'd sampled the very honey pot he was trying to keep the other man away from.
Susan started to say something when they were interrupted.
Cat and Joe came into the room.