Then her mother said, "I've got it! It can't be anybody else. That night when we all went out to dinner, then you stayed over at your Uncle Arnie's apartment. He must have fucked you!"
Christy nodded. And her gushing mother immediately wanted to know every detail.
"I've always wondered about what fucking Arnie'd be like," Helen said. "Guess every sister does about her own brother. Especially when he's so good looking. Women have always been after him. If I've never tried his cock on for size myself, at least my little girl has and can tell me what it's like."
Christy supposed she might as well tell her mom what she wanted to hear, even though she was increasingly concerned about her silent dad. She'd spotted the twitching muscle on the side of his face, a sure sign that he was upset about something. Whatever it was, it was bound to surface sooner or later. That twitching muscle was like a fuse, Christy knew from experience, a short fuse.
Meanwhile, her mom impatiently said; "Well, I'm waiting to hear everything. All about you and Arnie. Did you suck his cock before he fucked you? Did he eat your cunt?"
And now Brad Conway's fuse had burned all the way down, as he abruptly exploded. "Enough! That's it! Enough's enough! For God's sake, you should hear yourselves. How do you think it makes me feel listening to my own wife and daughter talking about other men's cocks like I'm not even here?"
Christy was shaken by her father's outburst, but her mother was sassier than ever.
"Oh, how cute." Helen giggled. "Your father's jealous, Christy. Isn't that just like a man? All the screwing he did at Ann and Pete's, and now he gets uptight because we're talking about cocks."
Caught in the middle between her seething dad and taunting mom, Christy tried to think of some way to calm the air. Then it occurred to her what might work.
"Daddy's right," she said to her mother, making sure she winked so the latter could tell she had something up her sleeve. "Let's change the subject. Talk about something that Daddy can tell us about from a guy's point of view. Like, well… cunt."
Brad Conway was caught off-balance, not knowing how to answer at first. A wrong word at this point and he'd probably go into a shell, but his sharp-tongued wife had enough sense to keep her mouth shut and let their daughter do the talking.
"You fucked us all, Daddy, when we were swinging together," Christy soothingly stated. "Me, Aunt Ann – even Mom. So who was best? Which one of us gave you the best piece of ass? No shit, Daddy, I really wanna know."
There was a pause as Brad looked straight ahead at the road again while he drove, the car picking up speed.
"Well," he sighed, almost as if he were talking to himself, "a man's cock can't help feeling comfortable where it's most used to being – in his own wife's cunt… then again, once he gets the chance to fuck his own sister after all these years, he's finally done something he always wanted to do. Yeah, it was damned good with Ann, that's for sure…"
Now, taking a deep breath, Brad made eye-contact in the rear view mirror with his daughter in the back seat.
"… but, there's no doubt about it. If you're lucky enough to have one, fucking your own little girl's as good, as it gets."
"Oh, Daddy," Christy replied, "that's the sweetest thing anyone'll ever say to me."
"H-how was it for you, princess?" Brad anxiously stammered.
"As good as it gets, Daddy," Christy said. "And I can't wait for the next time."
"Wh-when?" Brad choked with anticipation.
"Do you have a hard-on for me right now, Daddy?" Christy asked.
"Hard as my cock can get, baby! What about your cunt?"
"My cunt's so hot and wet for your big, hard cock, Daddy. I'm so horny that I just can't wait for later to have you fuck me, Daddy. I want my cunt full of your cock right away. Your big, hard cock fucking my hot, wet cunt."
Then to show she meant what she said, Christy unsnapped her jeans and wriggled out of them. In the rear view mirror her father caught sight of her exposed panties which were stained at the crotch with leaking cunt-juice.
That was it for Brad Conway, fucking his daughter on the spot was what he had to do. As he stomped on the brake and twisted the steering wheel, the car screeched off the road and lurched to a halt.
Then, as Brad moved to join Christy in the back seat, his lust was interrupted by the realization that he was not, of course, alone in the car with his little girl. Invisible as she'd seemed during the last few heated moments, he now remembered that his wife was still there.
So it was up to Helen Conway what would happen next. She came through with flying colors.
"I'll drive," she generously offered.
"Thanks, Helen," her husband gratefully replied. "That's a favor I owe you."
Helen said no more, but her twinkling eyes made it clear that she planned on collecting. Then she slid behind the wheel as her husband scrambled to the rear of the car to claim his incestuous prize.
Next, the engine rumbled and Helen pulled back onto the highway to pick up speed. While she drove, she kept one eye on the road and the other on the rear view mirror where the view was a lot more interesting…
Christy squirmed the rest of the way out of her jeans. Then she braced herself in a corner, hooking her right leg over the front seat and propping the left on the shelf by the rear window.
In turn, Brad positioned himself with one knee on the floor, the other on the seat. Hungrily licking his lips, he edged face-first toward his daughter's cunt.
"Oh, yes," Christy said, "that's the perfect way to start. With your mouth. Suck my panties right off my cunt and eat right through me."
Brad burrowed between his daughter's thighs. Then he took her panties between his teeth and yanked, biting them rather than sucking their off Christy's cunt. And once they were out of the way, his mouth sealed those teenaged cunt lips and his tongue stiffened to surge like an oral cock into that tight, young cunt-gash.
"Ooooh, Daddy, the way you're going down on my cunt, you must want a mouthful of my cum right up front." Christy squealed with pleasure. "Sure hope so, 'cause, mmmmm, you got it."
She rubbed her cunt flesh with her father's face, instantly climaxing. Brad Conway feasted on the orgasmic honey with loving slurps, funneling it down his throat with his probing tongue.
"Oh, Daddy, if we had more space, I'd suck your cock and make you come in my mouth at the same time my cunt's coming in yours," Christy said. "But, know what? In a way, I'm just as glad we're not sixty-nining. 'Cause if you don't come in my mouth, that'll save all your jizz for my cunt. That way there'll be twice as much jizz when you fuck me. Just know it's gonna be the sweetest, hottest, creamiest fuck I ever got, Daddy!"
"I'm ready to start fucking whenever you are, baby," Brad said. "Never wanted to get my cock in a cunt as much as I wanna fuck yours now."
"And I've never wanted a cuntful of anybody's cock any more than I'm horny for yours right now, Daddy!" Christy cried. "Got any special way you wanna put it into me?"
Indeed Brad did. "Over the top, baby."
He was looking toward the front of the car. Not at his wife as she drove, but at the way the backrest of the empty side beside Helen loomed up.
Christy saw what he meant and nodded in agreement. Then she squirmed out of the corner where she'd gotten her cunt eaten and moved into position to get it fucked.
She quickly draped herself over the hump of the seat. This made her ass stick up. Between its bloated cheeks, her cunt flared from the rear. Down her inner thighs juices trickled, and the musky scent of raw cunt filled the car.
"God, that's beautiful!" her father said as he lined up behind her. "If I wasn't gonna fuck your beautiful cunt, little girl, I'd still be plenty glad just to look at it and smell it."
"If that's all we could do, I'll bet I could come just from that." Christy sighed. "In fact, think I'll try to find out right now if I can. Just keep looking and smelling a little bit longer, Daddy, and I'll try and come without even being touched."