Harry gripped her hips the way a child holds an inner tube around his middle before jumping into the water. He guided her crotch to the thrusting head of his cock. He felt her pubic hair, then the hot, wet folds of her pussy. Sue bent her son's organ down and circled the tip of it with her lips. Her cheeks sucked in as she scrubbed the underside of his cock with her tongue, creating a vacuum around it, drawing blood into the head. She fondled his testicles gently.
Harry worked his cock into her hot snatch. Entering her was difficult, tight and harsh, because the water kept washing away the lubricating juices. Harry pumped into her a fraction of an inch at a time. He pushed until it hurt, then pulled out, then pushed again. His gains measured in millimeters, he worked his cock into her. The stinging friction searing his glans, he drilled his phallus into her hot, clinging folds. The penetration seemed to inspire Sue to take more of her son's phallus into her mouth. She worked her head down on his prick, drove his shaft down her throat. Tommy was looking down, watching his mother suck his cock. His face was shining with sweat, his eyes were glittering with lust. Harry bored deeper into her hole. The lips of her pussy scraped along the tender skin of his phallus, stretching it backward, wrenching the nerve nest deep inside her. The stimulation seared his glans. His balls were already knotted up tight in his groin because of the cold water. They pulled in still closer to his body, nestled tightly against his warm crotch.
Watching Sue's head bob up and down as she fellated her son, Harry rammed the last inch of his cock into her clenched vagina. Her hips bucked Upward in reaction to the deep penetration. The head of his prick tried to touch bottom in her. He felt the slit at the tip being stretched open by the friction tugging his glans back. He paused and just stood there, savoring the stark contrast of cool water around his hips and legs, and hot, living flesh around his cock. He felt Sue's vagina contracting rhythmically. Since his cock was now doweled into her vagina, her hips were held firm. No longer needing to steady her in the water, Harry reached under and found the curling, twisting kinks of her bush. Probing into it, he found her clit, pulled back the hood. His tentative touch on her button made her buck. She lurched up, almost off his cock. When he massaged her button, she slammed her head down, jamming Tommy's cock down her throat. Her shoulders and back heaved as she gagged on the towering bulk.
Harry took his hand out of her snatch, deciding it was a little too much. He changed his focus to the other side of her body. He spread her ass cheeks, spotted the pucker of her asshole an inch from where his cock vanished between her flushed pink lips. A touch of his thumb on her anus triggered another heaving shudder in Sue's spiked body. Her vagina contracted around his phallus. There was an audible sucking sound from her mouth. Harry drew his prick out and jammed it back into her. His nerves were flaming from the exquisite, sealing friction. Something made him look up. He felt the blood drain from his face. He swayed. Sue's legs around him and his cock in her cunt steadied him. What the hell was JAN doing here? She was walking toward the pool between Jerry and Judy Patterson. All three were stark naked. Jan was the image of her dead mother as the sun played over her slender, graceful curves, gleamed on her pale skin, made her fine golden pubic floss sparkle. Harry's cock started to lose its hardness. Then, stimulated by the erotic grace of Jan's nude form, blood poured back into it, made it swell in the hot sheath of Sue's vagina. But he was only dimly aware of it. Everything had disappeared but his daughter. She walked straight toward him. After giving her father an affectionate pat on the rump, Judy Patterson peeled off from the group. Carefully not looking at Harry, she strolled over to the side of the pool. She stepped across her brother and presented her twat. Bending her knees, she settled her pussy onto his mouth. Her ass clenched as he drilled his tongue into her cunt. Harry was staring at his daughter and Jerry Patterson. They turned and faced each other. Jan stroked his cock gently up the underside. Harry felt his penis drool into Sue's cunt. Jerry sat down on the grass with his legs together. His cock jutted up at an angle from his lap. Jan straddled Jerry's thighs and sank to her knees. She gripped his huge cock and lowered her head and kissed its bulging purple tip. Her tongue flicked out with the speed of a snake's and tasted the knob delicately. Her tongue out as far as she could get it, she twisted it into the slit of Jerry's cock, swirling it in a slowly growing spiral, around and around, then down from the peak. Her lips grew closer and closer to his tool. Then it began to disappear into her mouth. Her lips closed on the meaty cylinder. She took it deeper and deeper and deeper. Her face was flushed with an expression that made it obvious, even to her father that she enjoyed the gross act. She was so damn pretty it made him ache. Her slender body formed a graceful series of curves. Her breasts looked fuller than they really were because the force of gravity was tugging them down. Her belly was flat and trim, her thighs graceful and sleek. Her buttocks gleamed in the sun. Harry backed away from Sue Patterson, slid his cock out of her pussy. He was barely aware of the stark transition as his prick went from hot cunt to cold water. Sue gave no indication she objected to being abandoned so abruptly. The only thing Harry had eyes for was his fifteen-year-old daughter, and the way she was sucking Jerry's big phallus. Her lips caressing the throbbing, veined column, she moved her head up and down, up and down. Harry surged out of the water, and up the steps. He was approaching her from almost directly behind.
He could see her pouting lips between her slender thighs, could see the fine golden curls of her immature pubic patch. Her long blonde hair brushed Jerry's hips and thighs as she bobbed her head up and down on his powerful cock. Torn, Harry watched his daughter suck his friend's cock. All his assumptions regarding Jan's innocence were reduced to rubble. The growing desire he had been feeling towards her was suddenly recognized as the consuming carnal lust it was. The love he felt for his daughter changed abruptly from fatherly to something entirely different. Harry stood behind Jan, clenching and unclenching his fists. His cock ached with desire. It was ready to plunge into his daughter's hot, tight pussy. The conversation he had had with Jerry about incest suddenly popped into Harry's head. Jerry's pedantic words-“gene pool,” “undesirable recessives”-echoed in Harry's skull. Remembering the disk-shaped container that had dropped out of her purse one day Harry knew Jan was safe as far as pregnancy was concerned. The skilled way she was sucking on Jerry's cock spoke of practice and experience. It was not the act of a virgin. With a soft groan, Harry yielded to his desire for his daughter, sank slowly to his knees on the grass. She had to be aware of his presence. Her pose, ass thrust up, was an obvious invitation. Her pouting labia were an irresistible target. Jerry Patterson grinned at him, nodded encouragingly. Then Harry focused his attention on Jan's sleek, graceful backside, moved toward it, aimed his cock into her pussy.
Jan's attention was about three feet back from the cock she was sucking. Her mind was entirely on her ass, her pussy, and her father. He straddled Jerry's legs and settled behind her. When she had stepped out onto the broad green lawn, she had instantly spotted her father. Her heart had hammered against her ribs with bruising force.