"Oh, baby, that's good," Bill moaned.
He couldn't help that one exclamation of pleasure, but then he got back to his work, thrusting his tongue once more into the steamy tight tunnel of Tina's cunt. He worked his tongue briskly in and out, in a lewd fucking motion, and the girl creamed furiously around him. She whimpered and writhed, but she didn't let his cock out of her mouth. Bill felt her scalding saliva bathing the sensitive head of his prick.
It felt great-but it was also threatening to make him come. He didn't want to come yet, not till he had his swollen aching meat lodged in that snug little cunt of hers. Groaning, trying to stifle his excitement, he wriggled his tongue out of her wet box.
"Honey," he gasped, "that's enough. Sit up."
Tina obeyed, though she was really getting off on sucking her father's huge hot dick. She sat up, smiling, ready for whatever fun he had in mind.
Her Dad lay on his back, his huge cock pointing right up at the ceiling. It was rosy and wet from her hard sucking, and the slitted mouth was dribbling a steady stream of juice. Tina reached out and petted his giant hard-on fondly, lustily-and Bill quivered and almost came.
"What are we going to do now, Dad?" she asked eagerly.
He laughed. "Well, I thought we might fuck. I don't think I can hold out much longer."
"That's great with me, Dad," said Tina.
He couldn't have had a more willing partner. Bill seized her by her tiny firm waist and raised her up to straddle his lewdly pointing cock. After that, Tina didn't have to be told what to do. She grinned mischievously and settled into place, a knee on either side of his hips. She seized his hot throbbing dick and eagerly wedged the huge dark head into the wet little mouth of her cunt. Already she was panting with excitement.
While Bill watched wonderingly, the little teenager began to slide down the thick impalement of his cock. It split her tender pink pussy-lips almost to bursting, but she showed no pain. On the contrary, her face twisted into a leer of sensual pleasure, and she moaned huskily as her father's giant dick pierced and stuffed her cunt.
The horny girl was slamming her hot pussy up and down his slick erect dick, not waiting for his participation. Bill didn't even have to move. His lusty little daughter humped him furiously, her tiny tits bouncing, her voice shrill with pleasure.
He should have been the happiest man in the world, he told himself. Not many guys are lucky enough to get practically raped by a beautiful girl. Yet Bill could not help thinking of Lynn, wanting her. In spite of all she'd done, he still loved her. And now that he knew what miracles she could accomplish in bed, he could have kicked himself for not discovering her talents sooner. If only there was some way-but, no, it was out of the question. They were through. He couldn't be married to a whore.
Bill forced Lynn from his mind and began to move beneath his daughter, fucking her in short hard jabs. She was deliciously tight around his bloated dick, her cunt fiery-hot and soaked with slick cream. She was a joy to screw, that was for sure.
"I love it, Dad," she crooned, her little face screwed up in a grimace of horny pleasure, "I love it, ohhhhhh!"
"I love it, too, baby," he gasped. "I love fucking you…"
He'd hardly spoken before he spotted something out of the corner of his eye, something that shouldn't have been there. Bill twisted his head for a look, then froze.
Lynn was standing in the doorway watching them.
CHAPTER NINE
Lynn had come in quietly, thinking her husband and daughter might be asleep. She was preoccupied with her problems, and it wasn't till she hung up her coat in the hall and started for the living room that she heard the voices.
"I love it, Dad," came Tina's voice, strange and shrill.
"I love fucking you," Bill gasped.
Lynn shook her head. She couldn't possibly have heard such things. She stepped through the open archway, looked around, and focused on the couch. Shock hit her like a blow in the stomach. Bill and Tina, her husband and daughter, were on the couch, fucking!
There was no mistaking it. They were naked, and Tina was kneeling over Bill, humping her slim hips fast and hard. Lynn could see Bill's thick rosy prick moving in and out of Tina's cunt. Bill had a blissful lusty look on his face, and he was panting. Lynn could see her daughter's face in profile; Tina was plainly in ecstasy, throwing back her head, wailing.
Lynn swayed dizzily.
Just then Bill looked up and saw her.
"Oh, my God, no!" he gasped.
Tina turned, too, saw her mother, and went pale. Quietly she slipped off the fat impalement of her father's big cock. Bill started to get up.
Lynn held out her hand as if to ward him off. She struggled for words, her throat tight and painful. Terrible anger hit her. Bill had been so damned self-righteous when he caught her at the club, treating her like a filthy whore-and now she'd caught him fucking their own teenage daughter!
"I agree with you, Bill," she said at last. "We'll get a divorce. But you're not getting Tina. I'll see to that."
Bill hung his head. There was nothing he could say. He'd been caught like an animal, fucking his own daughter, committing the most disgusting crime of all-incest. No matter what Lynn had done, it couldn't be worse than that.
Tina thought fast. She didn't want to lose her Dad and all the incredible fun they had had together. She loved her mother, too, and didn't want the family split up. She had a hunch, an idea that might just save the day.
Tina burst into tears, a broken-hearted wail.
Both her parents rushed to her, putting their arms around her, talking at the same time.
"Baby," Bill said anxiously, "don't cry…"
"Poor darling," said Lynn, "you're upset…"
It was working. At least she'd gotten them to quit fighting. Tina kept up the mock show of hysterics.
"Mom," she said, "wouldn't you be more comfortable if you got undressed?"
Lynn gawked at her, not understanding-but Bill got the point. At last he understood what his impish little daughter was up to. It was crazy, it was wild-but it just might work. He squeezed Tina, letting her know that he'd caught on, and then he reached across her and started unbuttoning Lynn's shirt.
"Tina's right, honey," he said soothingly. "You'd be more comfortable with your clothes off."
Lynn was still in a state of shock, and she didn't resist. She didn't understand why she should undress, but there seemed no point in fighting it. Nothing much mattered anyhow. Her marriage was at an end Lynn was roused from her troubled thoughts when Bill began to fondle her tits. She'd been so distracted, he'd managed to remove her shirt and bra without her noticing it. She couldn't help noticing, though, when his firm warm hands closed over the big creamy globes of her tits and began a delightful massage. Pleasure swept over her.
"Bill…?" she said wonderingly.
"Ssshhh, baby, just relax," he said softly.
"You've had a rough day. Let me help you relax.."
It had been one helluva day. Lynn was too tired to resist. It felt so nice when Bill fondled her big sensitive boobs, and it'd been a long time since he'd touched her. Lynn sighed and sank back on the bed.
Tina scrambled out from between her parents, giving Dad room to work. For a moment she watched enviously; she wished she had huge firm beautiful tits like Mom. Well, maybe someday she would. Meanwhile she had work to do. Only one thing mattered, getting this family back together again.
While Bill eagerly caressed and molded his wife's exquisite pointed jugs, Tina deftly removed the rest of Lynn's clothes. She did it so carefully that Lynn hardly noticed. Tina again felt envy as she admired her mother's long perfect legs and the exciting mound of brown curls at the base of her belly. She hoped that someday she'd be as voluptuous as her mother.