He had only one thing in his mind, and that was to come as soon as possible. Accordingly, he slammed into her, harder and faster than before, beating out a fierce pulsating rhythm as they rocked back and forth together, fucking up a veritable storm.
"Give it to me," she begged. "I'll come with you, together, just the two of us. Oh shit, do it, cream, fill me with your come, baby."
Her words inflamed him, worked on his senses as he drilled upwards, plunging into her pussy with renewed vigor. He couldn't stop moving now. His nuts seemed to be contracting, pumping and churning as he felt his body tingling with flashes of impending orgasmic pleasure.
"Do it, now, I'll shoot, I'm creaming!" he yelled at her, pinching her nipples as she came with him, the two of them reaching their climaxes at precisely the same moment.
"Yes, come, fill me, shoot, cream, what a hose, what a fucking hose of a cock," she mumbled, pounding down against him.
Bret's jism flew out of the head of his cock, squirting into June's snatch with a tingling power that made him shake and tremble beneath her. He pushed upwards until his balls threatened to disappear inside her widely gaping hole. He could barely speak, crying, "Fuck, cunt shit what a fuck, cream I'm spilling, come you bitch, come!"
And if his words made no sense, it didn't matter. The pleasure he was experiencing was so intense that he lost track of time and place. He was only conscious of how he felt, how his cock pulsated and kept ejaculating, spraying out his semen into June's mushy insides until she had milked him dry of the last thick drops of his cream.
She lay against him, sitting on his cock as the blood began to drain off and his tool got limper and limper by the second. Finally, she got to her feet, feeling drained and totally and beautifully spent. Looking back, she saw Bret's limp pecker lolling across one thigh, coated with jism and cunt juice. She bent down, kissed it lightly and found her skirt.
Then, putting it on after drying herself with a towel, she slipped out of the bathroom, hoping that he'd give her a few minutes before he returned to the party.
Bret watched her leave, closing the door quickly behind her. He got slowly to his feet, feeling drunk and dizzy. Splashing his face with cold water, he pulled up his shorts and trousers, zipped up his fly, buckled his belt and looked at himself in the mirror.
Facing his reflection, he smiled approvingly. "You're still a stud, ole man," he said aloud. "Still one helluva good fuckin' stud."
And with that thought in mind and his cock dripping after-come so that his crotch felt slightly sticky and wet, he returned to the party, moving directly over to his wife. "Having a good time, sweetheart?" he asked, wondering if she could tell what he had been up to, wondering is his body smelled of sex and come.
"Lovely, just delightful," Lois replied, glancing at her husband curiously. "I've invited the Lane's over for dinner next week. I thought you'd approve."
"Sure, sure," he mumbled, wondering if she was up to any dirties herself.
You can't put anything over on Lois, he thought to himself, accepting yet another drink. She knows me like the back of her fucking hand.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Early the following Saturday, Bret Baxter found himself alone in his house. His son had left for football practice and Lois had gone as well. He found a note explaining that she had gone downtown to have her hair done and that she wouldn't be back until early that evening. As for Gail, he didn't know where she was.
Getting out of bed, he was surprised that it was already past noon. He yawned, stretched and stood before the mirror which covered the back of his bedroom door. Studying his naked body, he was pleased that it had still held up and that he was in pretty good physical shape.
I still look younger than I am, he decided.
Showering, he closed his eyes, picturing June Lane shoving her pussy in his face. But then, the image changed, became altered and suddenly he saw himself visualizing Gail, his daughter. He was undressing her in his mind and the very thought of her fantastic hot lush little body made his cock tingle with long-suppressed desire.
By the time he had stepped out of the shower, his pecker was huge and ready to burst. And then the doorbell rang. Cursing to himself, ashamed at having such carnal and unclean thoughts of his own child, Bret wrapped a towel around his waist and trod barefoot to the front door.
He hoped that it was a door-to-door salesman or someone he didn't have to let in, for his cock was so big and hard that it looked ridiculous behind the towel. There was no hiding his erection and when he asked who it was, he gulped loudly and opened the door wide.
"You caught me in the shower," he said, a little embarrassed but not as much as he had feared when he noticed how interested Gail and her friends suddenly became.
"I forgot my key, Daddy," she told him, walking inside. "You remember Sharon and Debbie, don't you?"
The girls kept sneaking looks at him and Bret smiled, nodding his head as he gave Gail's two girlfriends a quick going over. He was conscious of their piercing adolescent stares and when he glanced down, he turned red, seeing that the towel was still tented up, barely covering his otherwise naked body.
"We're just gonna listen to records and stuff," Gail explained, leading her friends into the living room.
Bret watched them moving away, and he caught himself following them with his eyes. Sharon had long blonde hair and a great tight little ass. Debbie, on the other hand, looked dark and intense, with two pointy boobs and a small boyish bottom.
I wouldn't mind getting into her panties, he thought to himself, moving back towards his bedroom. He threw on a pair of old faded pants, but decided to leave his chest bare. Bret knew, then and there, what he was after and he wanted to get it accomplished as soon as possible.
He had watched his daughter on more than one occasion, watched her as a man watches a woman and not as a father looking at their off-spring. He knew how long he had hungered after her body and something inside of him clicked, all the gears and thought processes locking into place.
Lois was gone. Gary wasn't expected back and now, it seemed as if he had the perfect opportunity. Ever since he had noticed Gail spying on him when he was in bed with Lois, Bret had been determined to get the one thing he had never touched, the one thing he had long been afraid of, namely, Gail's snatch.
Taking a last look in the mirror, he was pleased to see how his cock made a really enormous and prominent bulge in the tight pants he had decided to wear. It was exactly what he had in mind. Returning to the living room, he sat down on the couch, squeezing right between Sharon and Debbie. Gail came back from the kitchen with some ice cubes and soda and she poured them all a drink.
Bret noticed how surprised she seemed to find him sitting there, right next to her two friends. But if she found his presence unusual, she didn't say anything. Rather, she looked at him with something akin to curious interest, sitting down in the club chair not far from the couch.
Bret felt uncomfortable. He hadn't been around teenage girls in years and he didn't know what to say. Finally, he chose the weather, innocent enough as he asked, "Hot enough for you?"
Sharon and Debbie giggled.
"I'll put on the air conditioner, if you like," he volunteered with a smile.
"No, we're fine," Sharon spoke up.
"Well, I'm still pretty warm," and Bret pointed to his bare chest as if that was explanation enough.
Spreading his legs slightly, he touched against the two girls who sat on either side him. They were both wearing micro-mini skirts and his thighs rubbed up against their bare legs as he leaned back against the couch, watching both of them out of the corner of his eye.
Bret could feel himself getting more and more worked up. He had never done anything faintly erotic with his daughter and the idea of having sex with her and her two friends seemed almost too wild to comprehend, to believe that it might even be possible.