"What are you doing here? I thought you were outside, with Sue and Uncle Paul. You little bitch! I'm the one who gets to suck him afterwards!" she screamed.
"Mmmmmm?" was all Daphne could manage to say. Her mouth was full of her father's cock, and the last thing she wanted to do was listen to her flaky sister yell and complain. Daphne had followed her sister into the room, and she had watched the whole thing, the whole fuck, from beginning to end. After all, the first "lesson" her father had taught her had been quite pleasurable. She saw no reason for not having a second term of instruction.
Tricia was really pissed off, but there was nothing she could really do about it. She realized her father was certainly not going to dissuade Daphne from eating his cock. You can catch more flies with honey than vinegar, she thought, quoting something she had read in a book. Tricia resolved that she would have to go into competition with her sister. That was the only way she was going to get full control of her father's affections was to be better at sex than her sister. If it had come to this, then so be it. Tricia realized that she was engaged in full competition with Daphne. She sat up, and watched Daphne as she drained the last dregs of sperm out of her father's drooping, still throbbing penis.
Hamilton was in seventh heaven. He felt the slow milking pressure of his daughter's lips as she stroked his penis from the bottom of his shaft upwards, so that the last droplets of his sperm would ooze into her mouth. As his wits returned, he scanned the room. The first thing he saw was Tricia. She was sitting in front of him. Her legs were spread way apart, and she was rubbing her clit, with a rapt expression on her face.
"I hope you've learned your lesson, Tricia," he said, in a faltering voice.
"Yes, Daddy. Ill be good," she said softly, with her eyes cast downwards.
The next thing Hamilton did was pull Daphne's head off his cock. She looked at him, with her lips lightly parted. There was a thin web of his own sperm between her lips, a web that didn't break until she opened her mouth wide to speak. Her face was sullenly morose.
"I'm sorry I followed you in, Daddy, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to sneak," she said, with a tone of guilt in her voice.
"That's all right daughter. I'll let it get by for now. Next time, though, you make sure that you ask my permission, before you, you, ahhhh..."
"Suck you. I'll make sure I ask every time from now on. I promise I'll only suck you when you ask me to," she said affirmatively, wagging her head up and down.
"I suppose Sue Carson showed you how to suck cock like that..." Hamilton began. Suddenly his face became cloudy, "Oh my God! Where IS Sue Carson? And where's Uncle Paul?"
If Hamilton had known where they were, he would have been horribly disturbed. Uncle Paul had always been something of a practical joker, and he was up to his old tricks right now. He was hiding behind the bed with Sue, Polaroid camera in hand. Right now, he already had a stack of seven prints, almost the whole roll. Sue Carson, completely nude, kneeled behind him. She braced herself by holding Paul's shoulder lightly, with her generous breasts pressing teasingly against his back. Her eyes gleamed with lascivious pleasure.
"Wait till Hamilton gets a load of these!" whispered Paul, trying his best to control himself. He didn't want to burst into laughter and spoil everything. Right now, he was peeling off print number eight, a splendid exposure of Hamilton with his cock buried deep in his own daughter's mouth. Sue grinned. A perfect exposure. Wouldn't that be something to show all of Hamilton's pals back at the accounting office. A plan was beginning to form in her mind. Paul took the shots for a practical joke, but Sue Carson might have a far better, and more profitable use for them. She always wanted a chance to outdo wise-ass Hamilton Burns!
Before Hamilton had a chance to look about the room, Paul and Sue crawled out on their hands and knees. Hamilton was still busy fondling his two daughters. He was too engrossed to hear the faint clicking of the door.
As soon as they got out of the room, Paul sat down on the couch and adjusted the light so that he could have a better look at the pictures. He was highly amused. He was a pretty handy man with a camera, as well as a cock, and the pictures he took were bright and clear. He didn't know what he would do with them yet. As of the moment, he didn't want to show any of them to Hamilton, because he knew that he wouldn't think they were funny. Perhaps later on, though. However, Sue had ideas of her own. She knew several uses to which she could put the photos. Without saying a word, she quickly slipped a couple of the pictures under a chair, where she could retrieve them later. Paul pretended he didn't notice that one or two of them were missing. He took the remainder, to add them to his personal collection, while keeping a close eye on Sue Carson.
However, Paul was far from finished sexually. His cock was just beginning to regain it's strength after it's strenuous workout in the other room. Daphne and Tricia were obviously not available, so he turned his attention to Sue. They were both still nude, Paul hadn't seen such a good looking woman in quite a long time. He didn't really care if Sue was his brother's secretary or not. All he wanted was a warm berth for his aching cock.
Well, he thought, a stiff dick has no consciousness, or something like that anyway. He reached over slowly, until his fingers made contact with Sue's voluminous breasts. They felt like they weighed several pounds each. Sue groaned softly, then she pressed her weight against him, reaching at the same time for his dick.
"So soon?" she smiled, "I thought you were such an old man!"
"Fuck that shit. I can take it three, maybe four times a night. Why, when I was a younger man, I used to fuck 'em until their eyes popped out. I used to..."
"Shhhhh!" said Sue, carefully squeezing his dick on the sensitive part, right under the head. "You don't want to attract the attention of the Bopsy twins, and their father in there, do you? And don't you dare say 'by crackies'. We ought to get out of here!"
"I guess you're right. I'll take this up with you elsewhere," he said.
"Maybe we should take a little ride somewhere. I have my car," she replied.
"Good, very good. I'll get dressed, and we'll go to the park or something," said Paul, with not a little bit of enthusiasm in his voice.
Sue got dressed. She pulled on her short skirt, and her tight nylon top. Paul, modest to the last, retired to the bathroom. He looked very dapper in his vested suit, with a neatly folded handkerchief in the outer pocket. They met, kissed, and walked out to Sue's waiting automobile. In no time at all, they were off the main highway, with Sue skillfully steering the car down some back road. The landscape became more rural as they drove. In about half an hour, they were in a totally uncivilized area, with nothing but an occasional barn or stable.
"My God," said Paul, "I thought that Hamilton lived in a fairly urban area. I had no idea that he was so close to the sticks."
"Oh, don't believe that. To someone who knows the roads, there's always a way to get to the desolate areas. I always liked driving in the country. It makes me feel, you know, free," said Sue. Meanwhile, Uncle Paul's hand was creeping up her skirt, reaching for the soft thigh and damp pussy. Sue shifted a little bit in her seat, just to tease him, then she spread her legs to allow him to get a couple of fingers into the damp warmth of her hungry snatch. She was afraid that she was a bit of a nymphomaniac, but she never really let this fact disturb her. She was too busy enjoying herself. Paul smiled when he felt his finger make contact with her soft pussy meat.
Just as soon as his probing fingers made contact with her cunt, she shifted a little in her seat. Paul tried to follow her cunt with his fingers, but it was hard for him to keep them inside of her when she was squirming around so much. Sue slowly brought the car to a halt at the side of the road. They were parked near an old barn. It appeared to be deserted. The door was almost down and swinging on one hinge, and the whole area was overgrown with weeds. Paul grinned, and once more resumed his attack on Sue's cunt.
"C'mon now, you didn't bring me all the way out here for my health," he smiled.
"Well,
you've managed to control yourself, much better than Hamilton. He's probably home right this minute, wondering where we are while his daughters are sucking his cock for him. I really think that man has no self control. He used to be the stud of the century among the secretarial pool, but since he took up with his little girls, he's as meek as a lamb with strange women. I can get off on it on one level, but I really think it's awful! Sleeping with his own daughters, I mean!" she said self righteously.
Paul looked at her, his little eyes almost bulging out of his head. "I don't really think there's anything wrong about sleeping with one's daughters. Morally, I mean. I know there's always the chance of producing a misfit child, or a birth defect or something, but that's not a moral question. There's no doubt that Daphne and Tricia are sexy little bitches. A man has, well, needs that must be satisfied." As he spoke, his hand once again made contact with her cunt. Again, she squirmed out of his reach. As if to tease him, she scooped his hard-on up in her hands, after deftly opening his fly. Then she bent over, gave him a quick kiss on the cock, and jumped out of the car. She ran to the barn, with Paul close behind her.
She got there first, and she seemed to disappear. Paul ran after her, and found himself in the musty stillness of the ancient barn. Everything smelled like rotten vegetation and old horse manure. There was very little light. Paul stumbled around, until he felt something warm underfoot. Luckily, he caught himself, in the nick of time, and avoided stepping on Sue Carson.
Sue had been waiting for him. She was laying there, stark naked, on the old hay inside on the barn floor. While Paul was stumbling around looking for her, she had undressed and hidden her clothes nearby. Paul was able to see her pubic hairs bristle in the dark cool air. He felt his cock harden, and soon there was a hefty lump demanding release inside of his pants.
He fell to his knees and put his arms around Sue. She responded vigorously, pressing her generously proportioned cunt against his crotch. Again, he reached down to touch her pussy but she shook herself out of the way, and repositioned herself on the floor.
"What is this? A fucking game of cat and mouse? We're both adults here," crankily complained Paul, wiping his dribbling cock with the flat of his hand in disgust.
"Now, now, baby. Just relax. A girl's got to get warmed up first. Why don't you use your lips on me a little bit?" she suggested. Paul gave her a soft kiss on the lips while his hands moved down lower to explore her cunt and her soft thighs. He realized that she was totally nude, a fact which he hadn't seemed to take notice of before.
"That's nice, honey, real nice. But I didn't want a kiss on the lips. I wanted you to kiss me on the cunt. You know, cunnilingus. Those two twins did a nice job on me, but I need the feel of a man's lips once in a while, I bet you're a real fine cunt-lapper!"
"Alright, I'll bite," said Paul, with a touch of amusement in his voice. "You're one of those demanding bitches I've been reading about in the newspapers. I bet you're all for that women's lib trash, aren't you?"
"If you wanted a blow-job, you'd ask me, wouldn't you?" she teased.
"Sure as hell."
"Well, then. I'm asking you for a cunt-suck. Fair is fair."
"Like I said, Sue, I'll do it now. But you'd better get used to the idea that I get sucked when I want it too. You better be prepared."
"I'm no Boy Scout," giggled Sue, "anyway, who's to say what's going to happen. I'm not really planning on making this into a long term relationship." With that, Sue pushed Paul's head towards her crotch. Paul saw the cunt approaching his face as if he were in a slow-motion movie clip. First, there was the indistinct mass of curly pubic hair. Then, the mass got more discernable. He could see the wet folds of the labia, and the little red clit button... Also, at the same time, he got a whiff of the heady aroma of fresh cunt. It was slightly sweetish, with a faint suggestion of fresh mold and fish, a damp musky scent. He opened his mouth, egged on by the pressure on the back of his head, and his tongue was soon probing the depths of her eager vagina. He held back for a second, savoring the delicate taste, then he dove right in.
"Suck me. Clean me out!" urged Sue. Once he got the first taste of cunt, Paul really didn't need any more encouragement. He was busy eating away, lapping at her pussy with loud smacking noises.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Paul was not one, to be easily ordered about by women. After he had been sucking for a few minutes, he shifted his body around, then he forced his cock into position near Sue's lips. She didn't see that there was any choice but to take the swollen member into her mouth and begin to suck. She was in the classic sixty-nine position. Paul strained his head in order to get his lips as close to her pussy as possible.
From the bizarre angles required by the sixty-nine position, it was hard to keep his mouth in close proximity with her clitoris. After a few minutes of futile struggle, he was stricken with an attitude of "I don't care-ism" and he removed his mouth from her pussy altogether.
Sue, on the other hand, was wholeheartedly into sucking his cock. She knew that he intended to play the role of the bastard, but his cock tasted so good that she just decided to keep on sucking him no matter what he did. She was terribly surprised when he brutally ripped his penis out of her mouth, and sat opposite her, looking at her with a tremendous leer on his face.
"I feel like fucking," was all he said. "Right now."
"Oh," said Sue, "so here's a side of you I haven't seen before. Okay, big man, I guess we'll do some fucking." She reached out to grab hold of his cock. It was rock-hard, coated with her own saliva. She could feel it pulse and throb. Right under her fingers was a thick blue vein that spasmed obscenely. She squeezed his cock hard, almost too hard. Paul let out a surprised yelp, as her fingers tightened around his violently erect member.
"Well, you wanted to fuck," said Sue. "Go ahead." She leaned back, stretched her legs up in the air and waved them like some kind of an ersatz pin-up girl from the forties.
Paul grinned. He stood up and scooped Sue Carson into his arms. He could feel the jelly like softness of her ripe body, and he could swear that he heard her ripe cunt making little gurgling noises. She giggled. Paul carried her over to a dark corner of the barn. When he got to a likely looking pile of old hay, he flung her down on it roughly.
"Hey, watch it," she grunted.
Without answering, Paul found himself on top of Sue all over again. She allowed him to force her to her back, and this time she made no effort to crawl away when his hands eagerly probed for the opening to her warm slit. Paul leaned over and kissed her cunt lightly, this time making sure that he was in control of matters.
While he kissed her crotch, he also took the time to mouth her white inner thighs and her smooth soft belly. She tasted slightly salty, but good. Every time he got close to her little clit she started to squirm and buck, and he had to hold her down so that he could take his sweet time about lapping her the way he wanted to perform the task!
Sue was happy inside. She always knew a stud when she met one. She knew from experience that the men who talk the least about sex are often the ones who can perform the most aptly. She spread her thighs a little more in order to give Paul a better view of her snatch.
Things were going well. She fully intended to turn Paul's innocent Polaroid joke into a full blown blackmail scheme. A glossy photo of Hamilton fucking his own daughter's would certainly not help his career. Once she allowed Paul to enjoy all the pleasures that her body had to offer, she would attempt to enlist Paul's aid in getting the scheme rolling. There was one little problem. Paul was Hamilton's brother. She didn't know if he would take kindly to her attempts to ruin his kinfolk. However, she was almost certain that the lure of the quick cash would win out over brotherly love.
Paul's desire was ever increasing, and now all he wanted to do was bury his cock inside of the warmth of her snatch. His hand was already in her cunt two knuckles deep, and she was responding to his caresses nicely. He felt her give a slight start of surprise, then his fingers quickly parted her outer pussy
lips, and settled on her clitoris.
"Paul! That's good. I want it now," she moaned, and this time she really meant it. He heaved himself up on her delectable body, until the both of them were face to sweating face. She heard the little whooshing noise of his cock sliding up her belly, then he took his penis in hand and placed the knob of it on the opening. He pressed, and the hard glistening head of the dick made it's way into her canal. She arched her legs, thrust up her hips, and grabbed him around the waist, so that he was buried in her cunt up to the hilt. Before he could even start his thrusting motions, she started her own coital thrusts with a frenzied, eager motion.
Sue Carson hadn't really expected anything as forceful as this! She thought she was going to get a slow, ordinary fuck, but this Paul character was laying it on like a jack-hammer. She was panting and moaning, not faking it, but really having the shit fucked out of her. She wondered if his dick was getting harder by the second. It sure felt like it. It damn near felt like he was expanding inside of her, like some sort of infernal machine, built for fucking. She shut her eyes, simply allowing herself to experience the sensations on her cunt. Once she had taken a yoga class, where they had told her to try to make believe that there was an outside observer watching her every move. She, felt like that now, she felt like somebody was watching her get the living hell buttered out of her. She was wild with passion. Her whole being seemed to emanate from her cunt, her burning, roaring cunt that was being so expertly pounded by Paul's hard and talented dick.
"You're the damn best girl I ever fucked," groaned Paul, his eyes tightly shut.
She couldn't really understand why he was saying that. She hadn't really done anything except to maybe tease him a little. That certainly wouldn't account for her being the "best girl he ever had". Well, she thought, I might as well give him a little run for his money. She started to wriggle and writhe as fast as she could, actually belly-dancing beneath him, shaking like a mad-lady. Her hips seemed to be possessed with a life of their own. Her cunt contracted, holding Paul's cock in a vice-like grip.
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