Mr. George grunted. The huge head of his joint buried itself in Lois' dark cleft. He abandoned her titties, let go of the dress, cupped her buttocks, and thrust. It slid in slowly, inch by delicious inch.
"Jesus! Is there more?" whispered Lois.
"Only halfway."
"It feels… ummm! Like a giant redwood."
Debbie's fingers were making me crazy. But it was Mr. George's marvelous cock, which looked even bigger than Daddy's, that I was thinking about. I had felt a dick in my asshole, two in my face, and liked it both ways. But my pussy was burning for man-meat-to be flooded with hot creamy cum from the mouth of a cock.
"Do me," said Debbie, steering my hand to her shorts, to her hairless pink twat. "I wish Popsy's were that big. Wow! I'd never-stop sucking."
Finger-fucking each other, we watched Mr. George stoke the last incredible inch into Lois. They kissed, hips moving slowly. Lois was much shorter than him and I could see it was awkward. Mr. George had to bend and Lois was standing on tiptoe, and each upward thrust lifted her inches off the ground. Their hips began to move faster. I wanted to die.
Finally, after getting her good and wet, I suppose, Mr. George broke the kiss, reached down and tore the panties from her knees and said, "Put your legs around my waist."
"That's crazy."
"Everything's crazy. You. Me. Fucking in a car port. Now put your fuckin legs around my waist."
Tentatively Lois raised one knee. Mr. George placed one hand in the crook of her leg. With the other hand, fingers splayed on her jiggly bottom, he lifted. Lois moaned. Her ankles crossed high on his waist. Her heavy white thighs quivered. She was helpless, impaled.
"Wow!" breathed Debbie, creaming all over my fingers.
I knew just how she felt. I was coming, too. I closed my eyes and envisioned Daddy shafting me the same way. I hadn't seen his big veiny dick since we returned from the camping trip. But I remembered every lovely inch of it… could see the swollen pink glans… coming closer and closer, brushing my moist lips, poking its way deep into my mouth.
"They're popping off," said Debbie.
I opened my eyes and watched Lois grind her pussy up and down on the cock in her belly. She made soft mewing sounds-almost like a child weeping. Her legs inched higher, squeezed. Her mouth dropped open. Then Mr. George's legs gave, and they fell back against the house, kissing and sighing, cum mixing with cum, I knew. Me and Debbie kissed and finger-tucked like crazy.
Afterward, after Mr. George and Lois straightened their clothes and returned to the party, and Debbie had taken her fingers out of my wet cunt, I asked, "Did Daddy ever fuck you standing up?"
"Uh-uh." Debbie used a Kleenex to wipe her pink gash, offered me one. "He likes to do it on the sofa. Me on top. Didn't you know?"
"Sure!" I lied. "That's the way he likes to do me. But I thought with you-well, me being his daughter and all. He doesn't usually get too kinky." I wiped my sloppy wet cunt, balled the tissue, and tossed it at the hedges.
"Popsy's like that, too," sighed Debbie. "He won't even screw me. He's kinda hung up on incest, you know? Sometimes, when he's drunk and wants me to suck him off, he even forgets who I am. But boy! He sure started it! After Mumsy died, he used to sneak in my room and rub his face up and down the crack of my ass. Tonguing my cum-hole. Smelling. Wow! Was I ever scared at first. I used to feel him licking my gash and think, 'Holy fucking guru! What'll I do if he tries to… to… wow!'"
I giggled. I could imagine plump Mr. Simon sneaking about the house in the middle of the night with a hard-on. Boy! Would that ever be a comical sight, I thought. "He's sort of dopey," I said. "Mine too. They're both old fashioned."
We started to walk. The tissue I'd used to wipe my twat was stuck high in the Michaels' hedges, I noted. Like a Christmas tree ball.
"Popsy used to look at me guilty like next morning," continued Debbie, plucking at the damp crotch of her shorts. "We both had hang ups back then. I was just a kid. Eleven. But one night he got me so fucking hot I just forgot it was Popsy. I made believe it was that groovy Mr. Levine-you know… the English teacher? The one who always makes the girls sit down front so he can look up our dresses? Anyway! Popsy got me so fucking hot I just rolled onto my back and made it easy. He went right to work, too. Slurping and whacking off. I was still a little afraid, but I opened my eyes when he squealed. I watched him shoot off in the air. It landed all over me. I grinned kinda silly like when he caught me watching and began to blubber about being drunk and all. Then I grabbed his stiff cock and shoved it into my face. Yummy! I was okay, but I thought Popsy was going to shit himself."
I glanced sidelong at Debbie. I was sort of jealous of her. At twelve, with a cunt as bald as a plum and titties that wouldn't fill a poached-eggcup, not only was she sucking Popsy's cute dick every day, but she had already felt Daddy's fierce arrow in her tight quiver. Yet there I was, a ripe fourteen, with fair-sized boobs and oodles of black curls on my pussy, and toting a cherry still. It was humiliating.
"How'd it happen with you?" asked Debbie as we turned the corner onto our block. "Did he whip it right out 'n' say hey! Or was he sneaky like my Popsy?"
I told her about the trip to the lake, about three days of sucking and asshole fucking, and an imaginary straight fuck or two. I got madder and madder as her eyes grew wider and wider. That fucking Daddy! I thought. If Debbie ever learned the truth, that he hadn't plowed me, that I still carried a dopey maidenhead inside my twat… well, I didn't even want to think about what she'd say.
"He did me like that, too," said Debbie when I mentioned how Daddy, upon finding me naked in the car, had turned away and begun rubbing his stiff cock. "When I came over that day and you were out and I sat on the sofa to wait, I knew he could see up my mini. I wanted him to. He's kinda groovy, you know? So I opened my legs while we talked… him sitting in the armchair straight across from me… cock growing bigger and bigger. Wow! I thought, watching it grow like a tree down his pants leg. It made my pussy all tingly. And it was getting to him, too. He got all red in the face, crossed and uncrossed his legs, got up, paced. Finally I told him about me and Popsy… about how he had sneaked in my room to finger-fuck and suck me the night before. About how I'd been fucked by lots of boys at school and really wanted a big one. By then, he was rubbing himself and staring kinda bug-eyed at me. I was getting hotter and hotter. Cunt all wet. I opened wider, brought one leg up on the sofa 'n' showed him everything. Wow! His dick was standing so tall I thought sure the pants would give. He made a funny sound in his throat and grabbed me, fingers stoking my pussy. I thought I'd explode when he pushed me down on the cushions, took it out 'n' asked me to suck it. I told him he'd have to fuck me first. So he rolled me over, on top, gripped my ass, 'n' placed the hot tip at my hole. It was something, Kat. I felt it going in, in, all the way up in my belly. I watched it. I opened as wide as I could-until the lips of my cunt felt as if they were going to rip-'n' wiggled 'n' wiggled till there was nothing but nothing but hair. It was the absolute.
We had reached the Simon place. I was burning up, dripping all over myself, shorts soggy, from the story. Daddy was fucking everyone except me, it seemed. Since we'd returned from the lake, he hadn't so much as allowed me a sniff of his cock. He was fucking Mummy three and four times a day, and, through most of the night, while I lay awake, panting, hoping he'd come to me, making the darn bedsprings squeak so loud that no one within a block of the place had to guess about what they were doing.
"I'd better go in," said Debbie.
"It's early." I showed her my wristwatch.
"I know. But Popsy'll be drunk as a skunk and unable to get a good hard-on, if I don't. See you."