His eyes went to Becky's jutting tits and smooth legs. Well, they could still have threesome; his wife, his adolescent daughter and himself, couldn't they? And if Sheila was tormented in the process, well, hell, she deserved it, didn't she? Glenn shook his head and started the engine. Becky coughed.
"Uh, there's one more thing, Daddy," she said with a smile.
"What now, angel? How can you possibly top that news?"
"It's, uh, about Jim, Daddy."
"What about him? What's he done?"
"Well, it wasn't what he did. It's what we did, last night while you and Mom were out. I couldn't help it, Daddy, I was so darn horny and you were gone for the evening."
Glenn shook his head, dazed, and turned the car engine off again. Becky no longer seemed little. He knew Becky did the actual seducing, knew how lust-crazed she could get when she was turned on. "All right," he said finally, "how was the kid in bed?"
"Oh, great, Daddy," the blonde girl beamed. "For his age, that is. I mean, he's not hung like you, but he's not exactly a boy scout, either. You don't mind, do you, Dad?"
Glenn patted her ass-cheeks affectionately. "No, I don't mind, Becky. As a matter of fact, I'd rather Jim came to you when he was worked up than some scatterbrain in school who'd make him spend money first or else give him the runaround. You know, we're all going to have to be careful, Becky." His voice was serious. "If anyone in town found out about what's going on in the family…"
"Daddy, when can we get Mom for a threesome? Or a foursome, with Jim?" the blonde asked excitedly.
"Soon," he promised. "Very soon."
He drove off again, suddenly overwhelmed by all the wanton possibilities presenting themselves among his own family. This first threesome with his daughter was only a prelude. He knew Becky liked games, and if he could get her to like them enough with other girls, he could teach her to lure other teenage girls into threesomes or even foursomes. As for his wife, she apparently was doing fantastically well on her own, he realized with irony. The naked blonde in the picture was a knockout.
His wife and daughter could get all the girls he wanted, for himself and Jim. A whole dazzling new lifestyle of excitement opened before his eyes, all because he'd decided in a moment of irresistible lust to take his daughter's virginity. There was risk there, danger, but, hell, that made the game all the more worth the effort, didn't it?
The redhead Glenn had sold the new Chevy convertible to the week before was waiting outside her apartment building. Becky's heart began to beat with excitement as Marge got in the car beside her. Glenn introduced them and he could see the rich college girl was immediately taken with Becky's soft loveliness. She was nervous too, her lushly curved tits rising and falling rapidly with her breathing.
Becky laughed, thinking of the colossal dildo in her purse. The gadget fascinated her, especially the shock button. It wouldn't be long before the redhead found out just how mischievous the blonde actually was. And how wantonly exciting.
Glenn used his usual motel, owned by a friend whom he gave liberal discounts on a new car every year. This insured his silence, but even so Glenn carefully cautioned Becky to stay down in the back seat until she could slip in the motel room safely. When he was registered, Becky followed him and the shapely redhead into the room.
Glenn took a fifth of Scotch from his briefcase, and made three drinks, deliberately making Becky's weak and Marge's very strong. Glenn waited a few minutes for the liquor to take effect on the nervous redhead. His prick had been hotly pulsing ever since he'd left the house with his blonde daughter. And it was Becky who broke the ice.
"Look, gang," she giggled, "we can't just sit around all night. I'll strip first, okay?"
Without the slightest bit of self-consciousness or shame, the blonde removed all her clothes. Her eyes blazing with eagerness and curiosity, Becky walked up to the trembling redhead. She put her hands on Marge's heavy tits, squeezing gently, aroused at the strange feel of another girl's warm tits in her fingers.
To Glenn Marks, the sight of his daughter passionately feeling up another sexy girl was tremendously exciting. Marge was beginning to melt already, fascinated by Becky's boldness and lewdly searching fingers.
"Take it off now," Becky whispered to Marge, rubbing her wetly throbbing pussy against the redhead's warm crotch. "Take it all off and I'll lick your pussy. This is a first time for me, too, Marge, so don't be nervous."
Her fingers shaking, the college girl obeyed. She barely took her eyes off Becky, Glenn noticed, as though hypnotized by the woman's vibrant lust. As she stood naked before Becky, his daughter seized her creamy tits with a soft hungry moan and began sucking on one of the nipples.
"Oh, that's exciting," Marge gasped, putting her arms around the girl, feeling Becky's warm soaked pussy grind to hers. "Oh, you're getting me hot, Becky. Mmmmmmm."
Glenn quickly stripped, watching his daughter eagerly French-kiss the redhead. Her fingers groped Marge's fully rounded ass. Becky was fiercely, wildly excited at the soft sexy feel of Marge's naked flesh. It was so different from her father's or her brother's hotly thrilling cock, so deliciously guilty and forbidden.
Becky stepped back from the college girl, panting, and looked at her father. He delved into his briefcase, talking to Marge meanwhile.
"Becky and I want to play a little game, Marge. Don't worry, you won't get hurt. We're just going to tie you down on the bed with these manacles, see?"
"Why?" Marge's eyes mirrored fright.
"A game," he said patiently. "It's more exciting this way, Marge. A little teasing, that's all. Right, Becky?"
Becky nodded quickly, her eyes blazing with anticipation. "Just a game, Marge," she said, stroking the redhead's hot ass. "Come on, be a sport. I'll give you the time of your life if you do. I'll eat your hot pussy until you faint with joy," she whispered lasciviously in Marge's ear, snaking her wet pink tongue into it. Becky felt on tire with lust, driven by an overpowering curiosity. "I'll lick your asshole," she promised. "You'll love it, Marge."
Glenn marveled at his daughter's cunning, at the way she deliberately used obscene words to arouse the redhead. She rubbed her golden-haired cunt to Marge's crotch as she talked, until Marge breathlessly nodded, her eyelids fluttering with excitement.
Quickly, Glenn manacled her wrists and ankles to the four bedposts. She lay naked and spread-eagled, totally helpless, her lush tits panting with fear and desire, panic welling up in her eyes for the first time when she realized how completely helpless she was. Her gaze went from Glenn's massively throbbing cock above his swollen hairy balls to his daughter's mouth.
Eagerly, Becky got the grotesque dildo from her purse, Marge's face turned white with tenor.
"Oh my God, you're not going to – you're not going to use that thing on me, are you? I'll scream!"
"We're situated in the far rear of the motel," Glenn told her. "The adjoining room is vacant. I don't think anyone will hear you, Marge. Besides, I've got a funny hunch you might just fall in love with that gadget." Sheila obviously loved it and Glenn was curious to know why.
"Let me eat her pussy first, Daddy," Becky implored. "Let me suck her off. She looks so damned yummy!"
Glenn grinned at his daughter. "Okay, angel. But don't let her come. I want her so hot she's smoking."
The blonde hurried to climb on top of the nakedly trembling redhead. For a few minutes Becky sat astride her plump hips, so that their burning cunt-lips were in contact. Moaning softly, Becky passionately squirmed her aching pussy to Marge's, creating a delicious friction between their tingling crotches. Her hands stroked and massaged Marge's hot tits meanwhile, loving their fat nipples.