"Oh Daddy, Daddy," she cried. "Give it to me. Fill me oh I want you so badly, oh shit it feels so big you'll pull me in half, you'll rip me apart with a fucking beautiful cock. Give me more, more!" she babbled on.
Bret suddenly thrust forward with a wicked laugh and a piercing lurch, impaling her as she stiffened, her eyes, rolling up in her head as every last enormous inch of his massive and unwieldy penis thrust itself down into the very depths, the very farthest reaches of her glorious adolescent pussy.
He hit something at the end of her canal and finally stopped, his hairy pubic bush rubbing against her fleecy curls as he grabbed hold of her tits and began to piston quickly in and out of her hot gaping hole.
"Man, oh man I can taste it, it's everywhere. Everywhere!" Gail shouted out as Bret lowered his head and began to suck on her beautiful ripe boobs.
Meanwhile, Debbie was obviously remembering what she had done to him. It must have really turned her on for now Bret felt her moving behind him, wrenching apart the tightly clenched cheeks of his ass and slipping down on her knees, her tongue thrust out as she licked frantically up and down along his hairy anal furrow.
He felt her sucking on his asshole and trying to work her tongue inside his rectum as he relaxed his sphincter muscles, letting the girl rim him and eat out his ass with youthful vigor and excitement. But he was feeling Gail's cunt and that, of course, was the most important, the most delightful.
It was incredibly tight, angled straight down without curves, slick and slippery and enveloping his cock like the most perfectly fitting sheath. Bret slid in and out, feeling Debbie handling and fondling his heavy pendulous nuts as they whacked against Gail's legs. Faster and faster he worked as suddenly Sharon crouched down in front of him, lifting his face and shoving her blonde-haired snatch right up to his mouth.
How could he resist?
He slobbered hotly over the girl's pubic mound, sticking his tongue in and out of her dark-pink and ragged-edged cunt lips, right into her delicious little hole. It was already dripping wet, sticky as her juices poured down her canal, salty and pungent on his tongue as Bret swallowed them down.
"Nice," she moaned in a whisper, humping forward and shoving her pussy back and forth against his thirsty lips. "Do it, suck on it and make me cream, baby."
He kept tonguing her, slurping and nuzzling her twat as he worked even more excitedly on his daughter's pussy. For he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Debbie was rimming him, tickling his prostate and handling his nuts as well as the wet hot stem of his cock as it slid in and out of her friend's hot and widely-stretched pussy.
And Bret was eating out Sharon, sucking on her twat as he pounded away, ramming harder and faster with each succeeding stroke as Gail worked her muscles, clamping her father's cock down into her fantastically hot tight snatch. Bret couldn't control himself and suddenly he screamed out that he was going to come.
"Move your ass, baby. Your muscles, come with me oh God it feels so good, Gail, so good," he moaned loudly, thrusting away until finally, it happened.
His come was churning, gushing up the length of his enormous hose until it spurted thickly, deep into the farthest recesses of his daughter's vagina. He shook and rattled on top of her, screaming, "Now. Gail do it now I'm coming holy shit motherfucker I'm spraying, shooting. Fucking hot white come it feels so nice, so hot and tight my darling baby."
"Give it to me, Daddy," Gail begged, arching her hips and hugging her father as she too began to feel the effects of her orgasm. Bret was beyond help, his mouth slobbering over Sharon's pussy, his tongue flicking in and out as he kept coming, his jism cascading like a fountain, splattering the walls of his daughter's battered vagina as a climax of amazing force and intensity began to consume him.
He couldn't say anything else. His cock pulsated, quivered and trembled inside of her as he just kept shooting. Six, seven, eight, nine times his penis spurted, ejaculating with super-human force and discharging more come than he had ever shot in all of his life.
Finally he lay down on top of her, unable to move. He wondered why he was suddenly feeling guilty for what he had done to his daughter.
CHAPTER NINE
That same afternoon, as ignorant of his father's and sister's escapades as his mother was, Gary finished football practice, joined a rather boring – in his critical estimation – circle-jerk with his teammates and went downtown to see a movie. He sat alone in the top balcony, watching a woman get sexually attacked. Although the film wasn't all that explicit, he knew, almost by instinct, that that was the way he would most enjoy having sex.
So he decided that it was time. Time to do it, then and there.
He wasn't about to wait for his sister's friend Sharon to make herself available and he waited until twilight had set in and most of the people were returning home. He took the long way back to his house, roaming the already dark streets in search of a suitable victim.
His cock was on fire. He had had a hard-on ever since he had walked into the movie theater and he had come to the realization that jerking off was a waste, a complete waste of time. There seemed to be so much cunt around, that he knew he would be able to find satisfaction if he looked hard enough.
Gary was looking for a nice young chick to pull into an alley or a vacant lot, a chick he would use to fuck the shit out of and sure enough, he found somebody. On a rather dark and almost deserted looking side street he saw a girl walking all by herself.
She had a large tote bag in one hand and she was obviously afraid, for she kept looking over her shoulder as she hurried down the street. Once he caught sight of her, Gary remained hidden, darting behind cars and getting closer. He had been in this particular neighborhood before and he remembered an alleyway next to a building that was due to be demolished further down the block. So he decided that would be the perfect place to grab her.
Just as she passed the building before it, he ran out from behind two parked cars. She heard his rapidly approaching footsteps, turned quickly around and opened up her mouth to scream. But it was too late. He was upon her like an animal, a handkerchief covering his face so she wouldn't be able to recognize him.
His cock was huge and bloated, just dying to plow its way into her soft white pussy. Gripping her around the mouth so she couldn't scream, her saw her wide-open and horrified eyes – the eyes of the woman who was raped in the movie he had just seen – and he knew she was perfect, absolutely perfect.
It happened that on that particular night, Lois and Bret were entertaining the Lanes. Things had progressed rapidly until, sometime after dinner, the four adults found themselves upstairs in the master bedroom.
When the bubble of their carnality exploded, Lois was in the midst of being serviced by Andy Lane and her husband, both men employing their cocks at the same time. But then the telephone suddenly rang out.
Everyone stopped moving.
Both men kept their cocks in place as Lois said, "Oh shit," under her breath. Then, she picked up the receiver. She listened on the other end, turned white, said, "We'll be right down. Thank you," and hung up.
Then, she looked back at her husband, tears forming under the lids of her eyes. "It's Gary," she said, beginning to sob. "They have him down at the police station. He raped a girl, Bret. He almost killed her."