He seized her by the chin and lifted up her head, forcing her to look him straight in the eyes. "Take off your clothes, little girl," he hissed at her. "I want to see that body of yours, that all of the boys seem to be so anxious to get their cocks into. I just want a chance to see what it is that's so special about Little Miss Tricia Burns."
Tricia hesitated for a second, wavering, not daring to obey this man, but he made a gesture as though to strike her and she hastily began to strip. She stripped almost gratefully, thankful for the chance not to be spanked, the opportunity not to be hurt.
She took off her clothes, and with every item that fell from her body to the floor the girl's father could feel his cock getting bigger and harder. He had really been anxious to fuck his daughter Daphne, because she was such a sweet little girl, but now he was even more determined to shove his cock into Tricia. Because she was such a snooty little bitch! Because she had to be put into her proper place, subservient to the father who was also her lord and her master!
At last the red haired girl was naked, and she stood shamefaced before her father. He ran his eyes approvingly up and down her trim, youthful figure. It was not too hard to imagine that she was still a virgin, even though Hamilton knew that nothing could be farther from the truth, of course. He paused a moment id take out a cigarette, light it and take several deep, luxuriant puffs, knowing full well that the longer he had this bitch-girl stand there the fuller her degradation would be.
At length he deigned to look at her naked body. "It's not too bad," he murmured, looking her up and down with a critical eye. "Of course you've still got quite a bit of growing to do in several areas." He jabbed an accusing finger in the direction of her tits. "Those breasts, for instance," he ventured. "Extremely small. No self-respecting woman would be seen in public with those so-called things. I can hardly see them at all." Actually, Tricia's bustline was a pleasing thirty-seven, something that would do justice to any woman, but experience had taught Hamilton Burns that all women believe their busts are underdeveloped, and most women are extremely self-conscious about it. Belittling his daughter's tits was an indignity that she could not stand, more painful than the spanking session had been, and Tricia burst into a fresh spate of tears. "Stop crying little girl," he hissed at her disapprovingly, "before I strike you again, God knows you deserve it, I really can't for the life of me see what there is about this so-called body of yours that the boys can't keep their hands off it." Actually, Hamilton Burns was having no small amount of trouble keeping his own hands off it, but he certainly wasn't about to let on to his daughter about that. It would ruin the plan that he had set up so carefully!
"Do you know what I really ought to do with you?" he said at last, and there was more than a hint of threatening in his voice. "I ought to do to you what those boys tried to do to you, only I'll succeed where they all failed. They're only children, Tricia, just like you're only a child. It takes a grown man like me to know what real sex is, I really think that for your own sake I ought to show you what it's like so that you'll never feel tempted to get involved with one of those stupid little boys again. Once you find out what a real man is like, Tricia, you'll never want to fool around with any of those prepubescent teenagers!"
That was precisely the moment when it dawned on Tricia what her father was attempting to do: the bastard wanted to fuck her! All of this crap about concerned parents and that kind of shit had been a long, carefully planned build-up to get her to hop into bed with him. Well, Tricia thought to herself, she certainly wouldn't start balling her own father... that was too disgusting. She wouldn't go to bed with him if he had the last cock on...
But wait a minute! Now that he was on to her swinging ways and her active sex life, Tricia's father would be fully capable of denying her any pleasure at all, except of course with himself as her partner. It looked to Tricia as though she was faced with the choice of balling either with her father or nobody at all. And the choice was an obvious one.
Besides, now that she took time to think about it, what was really so disgusting about a girl going to bed with her own father? Less than two hours ago Tricia had been very happily going down on her own sister Daphne. Surely it was less depraved for her to have sex with her father, who was at least a member of the opposite gender, then to have lesbian sex with her sister. Two hours ago Tricia had bragged to all her friends that she would try anything once, especially if there was sex involved. She had said that and she had meant it. There was certainly no way in the world that she could turn back now. Tricia had made her mind up. She was standing on her feet now, proud and erect, staring into her father's hard grey eyes just as strongly as he was looking into hers. Then, very slowly and very deliberately, the red haired girl said: "You want to fuck me. Daddy, don't you?"
The words took her father by surprise, but he gulped slightly and then managed to gain his composure. "Yes," he stammered reluctantly, but with a growing fervor. "Yes, oh yes, Tricia. I want to fuck you. You don't know how badly I want to fuck you. You can't even begin to imagine it." And then the father and the daughter were coming towards each other, and it was inevitable that very, very soon they would touch, and then they would begin to do the thing that they both longed so desperately to do.
Tricia felt her body glowing as he kept looking her over. She knew that her father was pleased with her body and she was glad that he liked it so much. Her tits tingled, knowing that he was staring at their voluptuous curves. Her thighs pulsed at the anticipation of his hands caressing them. Her golden moist pussy began to dampen and grow soft from the mere thought of being possessed by this man's hard driving bigness within it.
Tricia looked up sensuously at her handsome father, and gave a deep sigh that left her tits quivering with expectant desire. "I want you, Daddy," she whispered softly and sexily to the big man who stood before her. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me good, Daddy, to fuck me so good that I stay fucked."
Hamilton Burns swallowed with extreme difficulty. His daughter's soft jade-green eyes were staring deeply into his own. He reached out and placed a pair of trembling hands upon her soft, ripe shoulders. The satin feel of her skin was increasing his trembling, sensuous excitement.
Tricia gently kissed her daddy's fingers. She caressed his arm, then closed her eyes slowly in erotic contentment, then opened them and looked up at her adoring father dreamily. She wanted this moment to last forever, to go on for all eternity. She kissed his hand once more, sucking on the skin slightly and nibbling it ever so gently with her sharp-little teeth. Then she gently drew across her shoulder and down until it touched the ripe throbbing swell of her young, girlish tits.
Hamilton could feel the soft silken texture of her breasts. His body shook with excitement at the nearness of this lovely young daughter of his. He ached to grab hold of those delicious knockers. He bent slowly, and brought his hungering mouth down upon the delicious nipple, teasing the soft brown nipple until it was red-hot and hard as a rock. Keeping his hand on her tits, he guided her slowly towards the day bed, the bed that had so recently groaned in protest beneath the weight of Hamilton and his other daughter Daphne. Hamilton Burns could feel his cock throbbing against the confinement of his trousers, longing to be set free. He hugged her sweet little body and ran his hands softly over her lush lithe curvaceousness.
Damn, she felt good, Hamilton thought to himself. Her flesh was maddening to him, so soft and yet at the same time so firm. Her tits and her ripe thighs were taut, yet infinitely soft to the older man's touch.
She parted her lips as he kissed her. She allowed his tongue to roam across her face as lustily as his hands were caressing her trembling body. "Ummm," she sighed deliriously as he tongue-fucked her mouth. "Ummm, that feels good, Daddy, do it some more!"
Her hands had been on his shoulders, but now they dropped to his trousers and began to undo the fly that held his big cock captive. It popped out, glistening and ready for action. Hamilton's cock stood bolt upright short and stubby but fantasticall
y broad. Some girls might have turned up their noses at a dick that was overly thick instead of overly long, especially in this day and age when such a premium is placed on the length of a man's organ. Fortunately, however, Tricia was sufficiently well-versed in the sexual arts to know that it is not the length of the thing that is important but its thickness. This is because practically all of a girl's sexual sensation is on the outer edge of her vagina, rather than on the inside. So Tricia was delighted to see that her father's donger was big in all the right places. She smiled at the huge knob on the end of his cock. She reached for the prick as he climbed into the bed.
His hands came at her tits and her pussy. He cupped and caressed her tits as his hard finger slipped quickly into her cunt and explored the crevices and crannies of the moist internal passage. He fingered her pussy deeply and thoroughly, his thumb rubbing against her clit as he stroked into her with ever-increasing fervor. At the same time his other hand fondled her tingling breasts and fingered her nipples into hot stinging hardness.
Tricia writhed in delicious agony as he worked her into a frenzy of sexual anguish. She pumped his cock rapidly now, the wide blunt rod heating up as she stroked it, gathering more and more speed with every passing second.
"Oh, Daddy!" the girl breathed hotly, "I want to be fucked! I want that big cock of yours to spread me open and rip me apart! I want to feel it swell inside of me, I want to feel it shake and tremble as it shoots into my pussy!"
He held her down in order to get his cock all the way up inside her hot steaming pussy-hole. He forced the monstrously wide head of the thing into her quivering vestibule and held it there for a moment.
Tricia could feel her cunt stretch deliciously. She tensed while he began to shove the huge, bulging hard knob past her clit and into the moist inner passage of her twat-tunnel. Tricia sighed delightfully from the sensation of the tiling inside herself. She closed her eyes and concentrated her thoughts on the delicious sensations that the thing was causing within her young body. It suddenly occurred to her that this was far and away the best fuck that she had ever had from any man, and in her case that was really saying a hell of a lot... Tricia swore to herself that from now on she wanted to be fucked by her father only. She was through with giggling teenage boys and their half-formed dicks forever. From now on she wanted only a grown man. She wanted only her own father.
"Fuck me harder, Daddy!" she moaned, "Fuck me harder! Screw me harder than you ever did before!"
Her father fucked her harder...
CHAPTER SIX
The next day was a Saturday, which meant that not only were both the girls home from school, but their father was staying home from the office. Both of the girls had compared notes with each other about their encounters with their father the night before, and now they both felt sure that, as long as everything was out in the open now, they could both look forward to an entire day of fucking and sucking with their dear old dad. It would add an element of spice to the relationship, what with both of them in bed with him at the same time, since up until now they had only had him individually.
"Just think of it," Daphne was telling her older sister excitedly as they both were on the way downstairs to join their father for breakfast, "with the three of us all fucking and sucking together it has to be a really interesting day!" And Tricia couldn't help but agree that her sister was probably right.
As soon as they got downstairs, however, it appeared that things were not quite going to be as they had originally planned. Their father was nowhere to be seen, and taped prominently to the door of the refrigerator was a note in their father's handwriting that only served to make things that much more confusing.
"Dear girls," the note read, "have gone to the train station to pick up your Uncle Paul who is coming to town on business. He'll stay at our place for as long as he's here. I should be home around five." The two girls finished reading the note and then looked at each other, each of them feeling about a half a dozen different thoughts simultaneously.
"Daddy's bringing Uncle Paul home!" Daphne crowed with delight. "That ought to be really interesting. Then there'll be two cocks for us to suck, instead of one. I can hardly wait until he gets here."
But Tricia looked much more thoughtful. "I don't think this is good news at all, Daphne," she announced. "You're not old enough to remember Uncle Paul, but I am. He's a very uptight kind of gay, who probably looks down on every kind of sex unless it's between man and wife. What I'm afraid will happen is: not only Uncle Paul refuse to fuck us, but he's going to find some way to keep Daddy from fucking us too. And he'll probably make Daddy feel really guilty about screwing us, which means that even after our Uncle Paul goes home Daddy won't want to play with us any more."
Daphne looked dumbfounded, as though somebody had just told her she had two weeks to live, "Gee, Tricia," she quavered, and her youthful face was awash with genuine concern, "do you really think that that will happen to us? Just when everything was getting to be so good between Daddy and us, too! Are you really sure about it?"
The older girl nodded reluctantly, remembering what her Uncle Paul had been like the last time she had met him, more than ten years ago. Uncle Paul had been an ex-vaudevillian, cracking jokes and singing terrible songs while smoking a big black cigar. One of the hallmarks of his act had been that he had absolutely refused to do any material that was even faintly suggestive, no matter how much pressure he got from theatre managers to "spice up" his act. It seemed to Tricia that any man who was reluctant to do something as harmless as tell suggestive jokes to paying customers would certainly not be the kind of guy who would be in a big hurry to jump into bed with his own nieces, even though those nieces were two of the best-looking little girls for miles around. It looked to Tricia as though things had taken a turn for the worse.
She was about to point this out to her younger sister when she could hear a scrabbling noise at the front door, and then an instant later the doorbell was ringing. Both girls went to answer the door, thinking that perhaps their father had come home sooner than had been anticipated. When they got to the door, however, it turned out that the person standing there was not their father but rather an extremely voluptuous young woman.
"Who's she?" Daphne wanted to know, wondering whether or not she ought to open the door.
Tricia nudged her sister. "You dope, that's Sue Carson, Daddy's secretary. You're met her before, remember?" She giggled girlishly. "Hey, how much do you want to bet that she and Daddy have been fucking every day in the office?"
Actually, Tricia might be interested in knowing that Miss Carson and Hamilton Burns had only had sex together once. Sue Carson enjoyed sex with men, but for some reason most of her sexual relations had been with members of her own, sex. The little encounter of the night before had made her horny to jump in bed with Hamilton Burns all over again, but if he wasn't around then anybody else would do. Including either one or both of his daughters...
The older Burns girl opened the door and stood aside so that the voluptuous young secretary could step into the house. "Hello, Miss, ah, Carson," Tricia said quietly. "If you're looking for my father he isn't here right now."
Sue Carson looked slightly annoyed. "Well, I have something fairly important to tell him that really can't wait. Do you mind if I stay here a so I can catch him as soon as he comes in?"
The two sisters glanced at each other to debate this, but before they could arrive at a decision either way the sexy young stenographer brushed past them and into the living room beyond. She tossed her handbag and papers onto a table and then plopped into the best chair in sight. "Well, here we all are," she announced rather cheerily, perhaps a bit too much so. "Now why don't we all get to know each other better?" As she spoke to the two sisters she shifted to a much more provocative, position, spreading her legs and allowing her short skirt to hike its way upwards ever so gradually until it was at the very verge of revealing the moist triangle of her hairy pussy bush.
Tricia and her blonde sister Daphne e
xchanged glances. It was pretty obvious to both of them that this chick intended to stick around for a while, and that she'd come here for some reason other than to discuss business with their father Hamilton. The only question was: just what was really on her mind?
"Come over here where I can get a decent look at you," the older woman was saying to both of the teenage girls, with more than a hint of seduction in her voice, "Your father is always telling me all kinds of things about both of you, but I've never really had a chance to meet either one of you and get to know you."
There was an awkward pause, and then Daphne stepped forward submissively, not really wanting to obey but not really daring not to either. Tricia, seeing that there was nothing for it, waiting a few more instants and then joined her younger sister.
"There, that's better," Sue Carson said smugly. She was clearly enjoying her dominant role as the one who had command over the situation. Sue Carson could be quite a haughty bitch when the mood struck her. Right now the mood struck her. Slowly and leisurely she took out a pack of cigarettes, tapped one on the edge of the chair and then lit it from a cylindrical lighter, deliberately taking as long as possible. She knew that the more time she spent merely sitting here the more her captives would squirm in discomfort. At long length she deigned to look at them, somehow creating the impression that she was doing them a great favor in the process of doing so.
"You know," she ventured to say at last, giving the ash on the end of her cigarette a lordly flick as she spoke, "you two chicks strike me as a really interesting case. To look at you just about anybody would think you're nothing but a couple of sweet innocent little girls. But I've been around a bit, and I see through all that. You've got the look of the slut written all over your filthy little faces, both of you. Ill bet anything you like that both of you two chicks have been fucking and sucking for quite some time now." She saw the look on the two girls' faces and gave a feline grin, "And don't try to deny it, either one of you, because I won't believe you. You might as well just admit the truth: that you're a couple of teenaged nymphos, and you'll jump into bed with just about anything that comes along."
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