"I had a ball," Trudy said to him, "and when you harden up, mother and I are going to change positions and you're going to stick that lovely of yours in my ass-hole. Right?"
"WRONG!" The voice came from the open bedroom door, and it belonged to her father. "What the hell is going on in here?" Harold walked into the room. He was followed by her brother Tom and his friend, Chuck. Now what the hell were they to do?
Chapter 15
Harold was used to his wife, Grace, screwing all hands. Hell! They had reached an understanding years ago. When they were out and could swap partners, they did. If either could pick up some strange stuff on the side, that was fine. And, if they were alone, they settled for each other. So, he wasn't mad at Grace for screwing her son-in-law. What bugged him was that she was using the dildo on Trudy. His one and only daughter. His beautiful, sexy, big-titted daughter. The daughter he had watched grow from a stick into a magnificent hunk of sensual, delectable womanhood.
Harold had wanted to fuck Trudy ever since she dropped her towel, at fourteen, while racing from the bathroom to her bedroom and he had caught a glimpse of her ripened, youthful, voluptuous figure. He had even made overtures in that direction over the years while kissing her goodnight (by holding the kiss just a fraction longer) or by mashing one of her lustrous tits (when they horse-play wrestled about the house). He had even gone so far as to wake her up in the morning by stripping off her covers and patting her warm, resilient ass globes and saying (in a kidding manner and with a grin, just in case she took it wrong), "No one's home, kitten. Time to get up and get your old man's breakfast. So get up, or I'll crawl into bed with you." But she had always blushed and looked embarrassed so he backed off. But Lord, had he ever pined to fuck her! Now here she was, lying naked on the bed, all pink and white and sweaty from just being fucked with Grace's God damn dildo, while he had a hard-on that he could use for a tire iron. That's why he was angry. He wanted to fuck his daughter.
"Now, now." Grace didn't bother to cover her panting body nor remove the dildo. "Simmer down, Harold! You know perfectly well what we've been doing. What are you so bent up about?"
"Yeah, Dad!" Tom's eyes were shining in expectation and he was already stripping off his clothes. "They were fucking! What's the big deal? Just get your britches off and let's join the party!"
Chuck didn't need a second invitation. Hell. The whole gang was here and it was no secret to Harold that Chuck had been fucking Grace for the past two years. He began peeling off his tee-shirt and jeans. It was Hank who didn't know what to do.
Hank had just married into this family three weeks ago. Granted he had already fucked Grace, but that didn't mean it was done with Harold's permission! Harold was a big, big man! Besides, Harold was mad. Was it because he was in bed with Grace? Had the old bull seen him fucking Grace in the ass while Grace laid the dildo on Trudy? What in the hell was going on? What was going to happen?.
Trudy was in a mild state of embarrassed shock. Up until a week ago, nobody had touched her body except Hank, her husband. Now she had been caught by her father allowing her mother to fuck her with an imitation prick. Oh God, how humiliating!
"You're blushing, sis." Tom grinned at her. He was now undressed and his beautiful, massive, long cock was swinging straight out from his patch of brown, curly pubic hairs. "What for?" Tom continued. "You've seen this before." He grabbed and waved his enormous love-wand at her. "Besides, Dad didn't mean it was wrong to fuck, he meant that you ain't going to be the fucker… we are!" Tom motioned toward Chuck, Harold, and himself.
That little speech broke open Harold's four-year-old yearning. "Right." He grinned and began removing his own clothes. "Hank there, needs recuperating, and seeing I'm the oldest and boss of this household, I get first choice."
When he stripped off his shorts and bared his prick to Trudy's view, her senses whirled. Good Christ! It must have been used as the model for the dildo. It was huge. Immense! Enormous! The only difference was the her daddy's gigantic cudgel was made of hot, vibrant meat that could spit and belch boiling jism into her cooze. Trudy's heart beat faster and her entire groin cavity gnawed and craved the massive, masculine gristle.
Her embarrassment disappeared in a flash as her desire washed away all semblance of morality. What the fuck! Hadn't she already screwed everyone in this room except her daddy? So what was wrong with that? NOTHING!
Trudy used her most powerful, seductive smile on her daddy while rolling her shoulders to make her ripe, quivering, voluptuous breasts quiver and tremble. "Me, Daddy! You've had mother-before!"
Harold's eyes shone with pleasure and anticipation. "Right!" he breathed, then over his shoulder, "You two can flip for seconds."
"Seconds, hell!" Chuck said and started for the bed. "Grace is free. Get that damn dildo off, honey. Here I come, ready or not."
Harold came to the bed and looked at Hank. "Do you mind?" He motioned toward his lovely daughter.
What the hell could Hank say? He had just been caught fucking the man's wife in her ass. "No," Hank shook his head, "not at all." He scrambled off the bed and made room for Harold. "I've got to recoup anyway. Be my guest."
Harold motioned Grace and Chuck to the other side of the bed. "Give us some room," he said, then to Trudy, "You sure you can handle this?" He held out his enormous, fattened prick for her inspection.
Oh my! Trudy wanted to leap at the marvelous, enchanting cudgel. She had never in her life seen a cock quite so huge or preciously lascivious in its throbbing, threatening lustfulness. She reached out her tiny, hot, eager hand and tried to encircle the tantalizing monster. "Ohhhshit," quivered from her mouth as the wanting, craving desire surged in great profusion throughout her young, glistening, gluttonous body. Her fingers wouldn't fit around the immense girth, and that alone twitched her palpitating cunt into oozing the hot, slippery juices that would be needed to swallow such a hammer. "I can… I can handle it, daddy." Trudy smiled up at her father. "Only slowly at first, OK?"
Harold laughed in cheerful exaltation. His dreams were about to come true. He was not only going to fuck his sensual, beautiful sexy daughter, but she was going to help him! Oh he knew he had to have died and gone to heaven. He crawled on the bed beside her, planted his greedy lips over her delicious, wanton mouth and cupped one of her resilient globes of sensuous delight. Oh my God, but he was going to enjoy this. He was going to enjoy it all!
Grace had had her ass fucked and her clitoris rubbed and teased by the miniature phallus in the dildo's cup. But what she really needed right now was a roaring cock in her starving, itching, craving hole. She scooted to the opposite side of the king sized bed and opened her arms for Chuck. Chuck's prick wasn't quite as large as Tom's, a good deal smaller than Harold's but a monster beside Hank's. But then after all these years, the size of a cock wasn't important to her anymore. It was how the man used it.
More than any of the men here, Chuck could damn near fuck forever. He had that kind of control. She spread her eager thighs and directed Chuck's prick into her searing, yearning fuck-cave and sighed in contentment as the long, luxurious, sensuous strokes began warming and popping throughout her body.
"Shit!" Tom said. "I can't watch this. I'll end up lacking off." He motioned to Hank. "Let's get a bite to eat. It's going to be a while before those studs blow their nuts." Hank and Tom left the room. For some reason, Trudy was glad. She thought she didn't mind fucking before Hank, but obviously she did. She closed her eyes and allowed her daddy to squeeze and pull and mash her volatile breasts as his searing hot tongue fluttered about her mouth, sending delicious cravings ricocheting and cascading within her.