She felt his hand slip under her and knead her soft meaty buttocks. The touch of his hand seemed to flood her with lust, and she redoubled her efforts towards inducing her orgasm. She really didn't think that she was going to be able to come again, but the sudden feel of his hand made her aware that she was really enjoying herself. She sighed deeply as she felt his cock bounce deeply inside of her, hitting the back of her womb with great force.
Sue braced her heels against an old block of wood. She reared her hips up, while Paul heaved and strained on top of her. Paul reached down and touched the floor with his knuckles, like some sort of great ape. Actually, all he was doing was bracing himself. It enabled him to keep much better control of the situation. He was obviously greatly skilled in sexual matters. He knew how to pace his own coital movements with hers. Sue couldn't believe it, but this man was actually bringing her close to orgasm, even though she was greatly fighting it.
The whole barn began to swirl around her. Her eyes became misty and glazed, as they trysted together in the hay. The strenuous churning of his bloated cock inside of her cunt filled her with indescribable pleasure. Suddenly, her cunt began to cream vigorously. Her fuck-juice spurted out in great wet gobs as Paul pounded her again and again with his oversized penis.
Paul was able to hold himself in for a few seconds more, then his cock started to spurt its load into her cunt. He could feel the walls of her pussy contract around his cock like some sort of a huge wet glove, pulling and squeezing his penis. Sue wriggled as hard as she could. She wasn't even aware of doing it consciously. She did it more out of some sort of a reflex action. Paul took full advantage of this. He pulled his cock out a little of the way, so that just his glans was in her cunt. Her undulations and squirmings were making him feel very nice indeed. He grunted heavily, pushed his cock in fully, and ejaculated his last drops of sperm into her bottomless cunt.
Finally, it was all over. Paul was exhausted and drained. He pulled his penis out of her cunt and lay back, panting heavily. Sue saw her chance. Now that Paul's defenses were down, he would be more open to suggestion. She cradled his head in her hands, and started to whisper to him.
"Paul," she said, "I know I just met you, but I have an idea in mind. I know you've always been jealous of your brother's success. How would you like a chance to get back at him?"
"What do you mean?" asked Paul warily.
"You took those Polaroid's. I know you meant them only as a joke, but this is a perfect chance to blackmail him. I can tell Hamilton that I have the pictures. I'll make him pay up!"
"I don't know. He's my own brother. That would be a rather nasty stunt to pull on him," said Paul. He had expected something like this. He decided to play it dumb.
Sue began to caress his balls again. She knew that she had him right where she wanted him. If he had said no, rather than maybe, then she would have quit. But a little application of her hands to his genitals would soon resolve his indecision. She stroked him carefully, then she ducked down and popped one of his balls into her mouth. Paul groaned in pleasure. Sue continued to lick, letting him get the full feel of the flat of her tongue. Even though his organ was flaccid, Paul enjoyed the tongue massage thoroughly. Sue smiled, and licked harder. After ten minutes of this stroking, Paul was left with a cock in a state of semi-erection.
He again started to jerk around, grunting and writhing and twisting his body.
"C'mon Paul, don't you think it would be a good idea?" she cajoled him.
"Well, maybe. I really don't think it would be right. After all, I hardly know you. What if Hamilton was just using you to make me the butt of a practical joke?" he asked.
"That's hardly possible," she chuckled, "but if you really don't want any part of it, I'll just have to manage by myself. I figure he'll pay me off a healthy pension, for the rest of my life. You ought to be angry. Don't you remember the way he insulted you when he caught you with his daughters?"
"Well, I really don't blame him. Wouldn't you be angry if I was caught fucking your daughters?" he said, with a foolish grin.
"Not if I were fucking them myself, like that lecherous brother of yours," she quipped.
Paul took a few minutes to think this one over. It would be pretty rotten to blackmail his own brother, but then again, why not? Hamilton had made good with his life, while Paul had to be content to be a has-been his whole life. If he could only pull this thing off! He HAD always been jealous of his brother. Hamilton was nothing but a lousy leech. It might be a good idea to blackmail him after all. Why not, he mused. Still, HE would have to live with the guilt!
He was brought back to his senses by the feel of Sue Carson's tongue on his cock. She had left his balls, and now she was moving up on his body, reaching for his semi-hard dick. Paul stifled a groan, and eased his cock deeper into her mouth. He really didn't believe it possible. The last time he had come so many times a day had been way in his youth. He almost felt like a new man. He had to keep Sue Carson sucking at all costs!
"Yes!" he said loudly. "Sue Carson, this has been the most enlightening day in my entire life. I never used to confront my feelings about Hamilton, I always hid my hatred under the guise of brotherly affection. But that little bastard is not only a no-good child molester, but he's too rich for his own good. I think we ought to teach him a lesson. I think this blackmail idea is a fine thing!" he stated.
As soon as she heard these words Sue started to suck him even harder than she was before. Paul responded rapidly to this increased pressure on his cock. He was amazed at himself. Could it be possible that, he was going to have another orgasm? He jerked his whole body back and forth, jamming his swollen organ deep into Sue's throat. She choked a little bit, but then she relaxed and managed to accommodate the entire thing. Sue Carson was certainly sex-crazy alright. She could make a dead man come with her talented mouth. Paul was willing to testify to that. He closed his eyes, and simply let her work out with her mouth, until he felt the rumblings of another orgasm well up through his body. He arched his back, getting ready to release a final load into Sue Carson's willing mouth. He took in a deep breath of air, and felt his sperm shoot out of his body. It seemed as if his head were exploding with pure pleasure!
The third orgasm of the day is always better than the first, thought Paul. The first one is nice. It's like a quick release of desire that has been building up for a long time. Tins second orgasm of the day is even better. It is usually slow and drawn out, and one can take a longer time appreciating it's pleasant effects. But there's something about a third orgasm that bordered on heaven. It's a long excruciating kind of pleasure/pain that touches on the divine. The third orgasm of the day is always the best, the ultimate come.
That was what Paul was thinking as he shot his wad deep into Sue's throat. She wasn't expecting him to ejaculate at that point. When the sperm started coursing down her throat, she choked for a moment before she regained her wits enough to start swallowing. Paul seemed to be exploding forever. Glob after glob of sperm shot down her throat. It filled up her mouth, and then it began to spill down her cheeks and her neck. She kept his dick in her mouth until he was through. Then, she slowly drew the exhausted cock out of her mouth, and licked her lips with a smile.
"What a powerful boy you are! I see we'll make a very good partnership indeed," she cooed. She figured he would go along with her viscious scheme, at least for a while.
Paul needed a few seconds to catch his breath. "Well, uh, I think well be able to do business together." He was lying, but he hid his true emotions well. A consummate actor.
He was amazed at both himself, and this woman. She was capable of making him feel like a new man. Sue giggled to herself, then she got up and started to strut boldly back to her car.
"C'mon, Paul. We have to make it back to the house before it gets dark. Hamilton will wonder where we've gone and I don't want him to get suspicious!"
"I don't think he really gives a shit. After all, he's got those two little nymphomaniacs to take care of him,
" grinned Paul. "I don't see how the bastard does it. With all those little secretaries and what not hanging around, why does the guy want to sleep with his own daughters? It's a complete mystery to me!"
"Wouldn't you prefer them? I mean, you were sleeping with them yourself! They have to be the sexiest things on two feet," said Sue. Paul grinned, then he stroked Sue's body, pausing to feel her huge breasts. They were like ripe melons. So huge, so firm, so nice!
"Maybe they look good, but they're not anywhere near as talented as you. What the hell are you talking about anyway? You're one of the best looking girls I've ever seen," said Paul.
"You don't mean that!" she blushed, unused to compliments on her appearance.
"Sure I do, you're amazingly good-looking. If those brats become anywhere as gorgeous as you in the next couple of years, I'd say they were very lucky. You belong on a magazine cover, or in the centerfold," he beamed. She was a sucker for compliments.
Sue was pleased at these compliments, but she wanted to get home as fast as she could. She wanted to get to her private stash of Polaroid pictures before anyone else discovered where they were. Paul might get wise too. If he counted them, and found six instead of eight, he would know that something was up. She still wasn't sure if he was going to go along with her blackmail scheme. Even if he copped out, she would still have HER stash of pictures.
They got to the car and hastily got dressed, pulling on their wrinkled garments.
"You look like you've just been fucked," said Paul. Sue angrily tore her comb through her disheveled hair. "What do you expect, asshole?" she glared. She was in no mood for jokes.
"Sorry," mumbled Paul, "I was only making a joke!"
Jesus, thought Sue. No wonder the guy was a failure in show business. He couldn't say anything funny to save his life. She started the car, and angrily stomped on the gas pedal. I have to be nice to this guy, she thought to herself. Now that he knows my little scheme he could spoil everything. They zipped through the country roads, until they came to the main highway. In a little while, they were back in Hamilton's neighborhood. She discreetly parked the car away from the house, so that nobody could see them arrive. She was figuring on the chance that Hamilton hadn't noticed her leaving. Paul fixed himself up, so that his clothes didn't look like a wreck. He walked in first, then Sue came in about fifteen minutes later.
When she walked in, Paul was sitting on the sofa, picking his teeth with a toothpick.
"They didn't even know we were missing," he grinned, "I think Hamilton's in the shower with those two sluts of his. Who knows what they're doing in there."
"I wouldn't be too hard pressed to guess," chuckled Sue, "I have a good idea. I'll go inside and sex it up a little bit with all of them. That way, Hamilton won't suspect any hanky-panky. When we hit him with the blackmail notes and the photos, it'll be a complete surprise to the louse!"
"Good idea," said Paul. He pointed to a book that was sitting on the bottom of Hamilton's bookshelf. The book was "War and Peace".
"Do you see that book there?" Paul asked.
"What about it?" answered Sue.
"I've got those Polaroid's hidden in there. Hamilton will never read that book, so he'll never find the pictures. I'll just keep them in there until I'm ready to leave, and we'll retrieve the prints later."
"Why don't we threaten him right away?" asked Sue.
"No. Not while I'm a guest in his house. I have a few scruples left," replied Paul.
"Well, you figure out whatever you want. In the meantime, I'm going to see what they're doing in the shower," replied Sue. She left Paul standing there. He watched the well-built secretary disappear into the bathroom. As soon as the door clicked shut, he reached for the copy of "War and Peace", took out the pictures, and replaced them with a note. The note read: I know you have the other pictures, slut, but you'll be sorry if you try to use them. Chuckling insanely, Paul ripped the sleazy pictures up into about thirty pieces, then he went into the other bathroom, and flushed them down the toilet.
Meanwhile, Sue Carson found herself in the middle of a sordid scene. The two girls, Daphne and Tricia, were busy soaping up their father. Hamilton lay in the bottom of the tub like a sultan. The two girls were scrubbing him and kissing him. His erect cock protruded out of the water like a periscope of an ersatz submarine. All three of them were naked. Sue stood in front of them, hands on her hips, her tits jutting proactively through her thin top.
"And what might be going on in here?" she asked cheerily. Hamilton opened his eyes, and saw his well endowed little secretary. He couldn't believe she had the nerve to return.
"Sue Carson!" he blurted, "What are YOU doing here? I thought you left with my brother, Paul! To tell the truth, I thought you were both gone for good!"
"Then you knew we had left!" exclaimed Sue.
"Sure I did. As a matter of fact, I was glad. It left the whole house to me and my girls!" As he spoke, Tricia and Daphne looked at Sue defensively. They had enough trouble with the rivalry between themselves. They didn't want another female to get into the picture.
"We can take care of Daddy," said Tricia, arching her back and tossing back her long mane of silky hair.
"Yeah, we'll take care of Daddy," said Daphne. Her little breasts shook defiantly.
"Nonsense. I'm sure your father would like the expert attentions of an older woman. Wouldn't you, Hamilton, dear?" said Sue sweetly. Her pussy was right in Hamilton's face.
"Well, I don't know..." stammered Hamilton.
Sue dropped to her knees and popped Hamilton's soapy cock into her mouth. It tasted bitter at first, but she soon washed the offensive suds down her throat. She pressed her head downwards, allowed Hamilton to get the full benefit of the warmth of the inside of her mouth.
Hamilton arched upwards. This was too good to be true. Two nude daughters and a cock-sucking secretary to boot. Tricia and Daphne pressed closer together, eager to watch the older woman suck their lather's cock. The hard shaft slid easily in and out of her throat, as she compressed her lips tightly, making full use of the suctional properties inherent in the soapy water. She allowed the cock to slip out of her lips. It exited with a loud smacking noise, and Hamilton collapsed backwards into the tub. "Nice," he said.
"I can do better than that!" shouted Tricia and Daphne at the same time. Tricia was the first to act on her assertion. She grabbed for her father's penis, with her hair streaming behind her. Her breasts, hobbling and dripping, slapped against her father's thighs as she popped the big cock into her mouth. Daphne, had a hard time duplicating Sue Carson's cock-swallowing act. Daphne tried to let the cock go all the way into her throat, but after the first few inches she found herself choking. She pulled up and tried again. She could manage about half the cock, but after that, the big fat glans got lodged in her throat. She could taste the oozing pre-come fluid as it seeped into her mouth. For an instant, she let her father's penis slip out of her mouth. She looked at it almost quizzically, then she lowered her head back down so that she could suck on it, determined to match Sue Carson's oral prowess.
She kept her eyes on the cock as it got close and closer to her face. From a few inches away, she could see the pink circle of the glans with the piss-slit in the middle, then as she got closer, the warm pink flesh dominated her entire field of vision. She was forced to look at it almost cross-eyed. She could see the tip of her nose and the edges of her lips, then her lips opened and the big penis slipped back inside the warmth of her mouth.
The cock-head felt huge inside of her mouth. She pursed her lips, determined to do a better job than Sue Carson.
"Ahhhh," groaned Hamilton. He enjoyed being the center of attention, the main attraction. There was something fantastically sexy about being sucked off by his own daughter, while his two other gorgeous women watched. He reached out and felt the warm, rubbery, wet-slippery skin of his sucking daughter. "Daphne, Daphne, Daphne!" he moaned softly. Tricia, always jealous, watched her father's cock with increasing desire and greed. She could
n't wait until she got that cock in her mouth. She'd show her bitch of a sister!
Daphne sucked harder, closing her eyes, letting her entire being focus on the sensation of that immense penis bobbling in her throat. She could feel it's very aliveness as it entered her mouth, almost chocking her with its length, scalding her throat with it's heat. She could feel the water as it splashed around her. She felt dirty and sexy and good. She was a real cock-sucker. She was pleasing her father!
Before Hamilton could come in her mouth, he felt another pressure on his cock. Tricia had it right near the base, and now she was pulling it out of her sister's mouth. Before Daphne could do anything, she was on her back, sloshing around in the water of the big sunken tub. Tricia then fastened her mouth on her father's penis, and she began to suck where her sister had left off.
Daphne was just about to start clawing her sister when she felt Sue Carson lay hands on her. "Now girls, don't fight. There's plenty where that came from," she said loudly.
"What do you mean?" pouted Daphne. Sue Carson looked at Tricia who was now forcefully sucking cock. "Ill show you a way that we all can suck him," she said cheerfully.
Tricia reluctantly took the big penis out of her mouth. She glared angrily at Daphne. Hamilton didn't say anything. As long as it felt good, he couldn't care less what the bitches did. "Now, Daphne, you suck on his balls, very gently, and Tricia, you lick one side of his cock. I'll lick the other. When he starts to come, well all raise our heads, and let him shoot his cream all over us."
"Sort of like musical chairs!" yelped Tricia, clapping her hands like a small child.
"Oboy, a game! I love games," added Daphne. Sue smiled inwardly. These little sluts are just like babies. She would be able to manipulate them to suit her purposes.
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