He drew back from the hairy mound as Debbie arched it toward his face. He stared for a long time at the moist, palpitating slit of his daughter, then lifted his face to stare into the eyes of his wife and daughter. "No no," he murmured. "I can't… We can't do that no… I won't…"
"Goddamn it!" Debbie shouted. "What's so different about my cunt hole? It's just like arty other twat, isn't it? I get hot like those girls out there! I enjoy having my pussy licked, too! I like to get fucked as well as any other cunt!"
Marge reached out and fingered her daughters extended clitoris, urging her husband to lap at the pink bud. Still, Owen cringed from the incestuous act. His organ, slowly deflating, drew inward. Debbie, seeing this, became angry. "What the fuck, Daddy," she hissed.
"Your Goddamn cock is soft! Does that mean you don't like me? Does it mean you don't find my body as pretty as those others? Isn't my pussy as juicy?"
"God, Debbie…" he moaned miserably, still cringing from her. "We can't…"
"Fuck that, Daddy," she snarled. "I'll show you! I'll make your cock sit up and beg to get into my slit you'll cream your drawers, just wanting to… begging me to let you fuck me!" Quickly she dropped to her knees before the terrified man, her hands massaging his limp penis.
"Suck him, Debbie," Marge urged. "Suck your father's cock! Make it hard and then he'll fuck you with, it!"
Debbie required no encouragement. She dropped her face to the limp organ, her lips parting. She sucked the weapon into her mouth and started running her tongue in circling swirls around it. Her hands gripped his testicles, pulling at the wrinkled sac, mewling from deep in her throat at the incestuous fellatio she eagerly performed on the unwilling man.
Despite his horror, Owen's penis began to swell and throb beneath the wet ministrations of his daughter's greedy lips and tongue. It soon erected into a powerful, rock-hard instrument, the swollen head sliding deeply into her throat. For a tong time, Debbie sucked on the immense penis, her mind and body becoming heated beyond all control. Her long hair fanned out as she tossed and bobbed her head up and down, moist sounds coming from her tightly stretched lips. Up and down round and round… Debbie sucked hard, her tongue flickering about the small slit and twisting about the smooth, bulging head. Her passion increased beyond anything she had ever known or experienced.
Marge stood and watched, her eyes gleaming with her own growing lust. She began to massage her genitals, rocking her hips back and forth. She, too, found the incestuous oral connection extremely exciting. "Suck his cock, Debbie," she whispered, her breath coming in short gasps. "Suck your father's fucking prick… make him come off… suck his semen out… swallow it…"
Owen, no longer struggling, allowed his daughter to suck him. He looked down his body, to see her sparkling eyes gleam back at him, the happiness shining brightly from them. He looked at his passionate wife, seeing her masturbate in open desire. Then he went off.
Debbie tasted the semen spurt into her mouth and she renewed her efforts to make this the best of all possible suckings her father had ever before enjoyed. She swallowed, preparing for the next thick load. Time and again he shot into her mouth. Debbie could not contain the copious flow, and the white substance dribbled from the corner of her mouth, sliding down the shaft of his penis to mat the thick, wiry hair of his groin. Owen was arching up now, driving his spewing cudgel deep as she struggled for breath and at the same time to create the powerful suction of her jaws and lips. He soon stopped squirting, and his daughter licked the few remaining drops of his sperm from the sensitive slit on the head of his softening penis. Lifting her face, she grinned at him.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it, Daddy?"
Owen could only groan his agreement.
"Now," Marge said, taking her wet fingers from her quivering vagina. "Do you think it's wrong, Owen? Didn't Debbie just give you the best blow job ever? Can she or can't she suck a cock?"
"Christ, yes!"
"Then," Marge said, sitting down next to him and cupping his empty testicles in one hand. "Don't you think she deserves a royal fucking… by you?"
"I might as well… now," he replied. "The damage has been done."
"Oh, Daddy," Debbie said teasingly. "There hasn't been any damage. You have the best tasting prick I've ever sucked… and I intend to suck you off again and again… and again…"
This new relationship found new meaning in the lives of the Caldwells. They decided to leave the party for the night, to go home together and enjoy the fruits of their incestuous desires. It was something special, this new thing between them, and they wanted to be alone while they explored it further.
It took a long time for Owen and Marge to find their clothing, but Debbie's was still where she had left them. Dressing quickly, they left the house unnoticed. During the drive, the three discussed what had happened, and much to all three's surprise, they found much in common, sexually speaking.
Owen, now that his initial shock was over, became quite excited at the prospect of copulating with his daughter. It was a new kick for him… the same as it was for his wife, Marge. Mother, father and daughter chattered gayly during the drive, confessing the things they enjoyed, the things they had done with each other and with others. Marge and Owen laughed when Debbie admitted to seeing them copulate when she was a young girl. She stated she had watched them to the completion, and then gone to her room and masturbated herself to an orgasm. She told them of her attempts to spy on either of them when they were bathing, wanting to see their sex organs desperately.
Arriving home, the small family wasted no time in undressing for the second time that night. Owen found himself in a high state of erection – more powerful then ever before. His penis jutted out in throbbing hardness, the smooth head so swollen it looked ready to burst. A bit of semen beaded at the small slit. His wife eagerly licked it away with an agile flick of her tongue as Debbie massaged his low-hanging testicles in an attempt to bring forth more fluid.
"Let's get this sweet pussy ready," Owen said, fingering his daughter's pulsating vagina. "I'm beginning to like the idea of fucking my daughter." He worked his digit in and out of her widespread crotch as she stood trembling in the center of the floor. "Both of us, Owen," Marge exclaimed, her hand working at the smooth swelling of Debbie's buttocks. "Let's both of us give her the fuck of her life!"
"Wonderful!" Debbie sighed, rotating her pelvis with the feeling fingers. "I love two… any two doing things to me!"
"I'll eat her twat," Marge said, eagerly gripping her daughter's buttocks and squeezing hard. "I'll eat the plea right out of that delicious cunt!"
Debbie, seeing her mother flop to the floor, straddled her face and squatted down until the hairy slit was above the already kissing lips. She planted her firm buttocks across her mother's face, twisting and sliding the fur-lined slit over the sucking mouth, her puckered anus brushing across Marge's nose. Facing her mother's feet, she looked down at the thick triangle of pubic hair concealing the palpitating lips of her mother's vagina. A pink tongue flicked over her moist lips as she lowered her body, gripping the squirming hips of Marge. "I've thought about it before," she said huskily, "and now I'm going to do it! Mother… I'm going to eat your cunt!"
"Mmmmm…" came the muffled response. Marge lifted her pelvis up, and Debbie quickly slid her hands beneath to cup the swelling buttocks. She stared for a long moment into the wetness presented to her, seeing the heavy thighs of her mother spread wide. Squealing delightedly, Debbie dipped her face down into the thick hair, her tongue swiping up and down, crossing the tip of the gleaming clitoris that peeked wantonly at her from the moist folds of flesh. Gurgling happily, Debbie licked and lapped at the flowing juices her mother poured forth, the tongue darting up and down the delicious flesh, first tasting one quivering vaginal lip, then the other. A loud moan of animal intensity erupted from Debbie's throat. Her open crotch banged tightly against the slavering mouth of Marge, and her body shook as the oral appendage ravished the inner membranes of her sensitive and highly excited slit. Her own tongue became a separate thing, working as if it had a mind of its own. Deeper and deeper it delved, moist groans of glee coming from the hair-framed lips.