Chapter 8
The next day was one of hot curiosity and rising excitement
for Phil Jenkins.
After a frantic quickie with Sally Owens in his theater
office the night before, the girl had fended off his questions
about whether she'd seen Cindy yet.
Sally told him she was working on it.
She'd also told him to come by her house this afternoon at
exactly three-thirty, not a minute earlier or later. She'd told
him the front door would be open, and where her bedroom was.
And that was all she would tell him.
Always one who loved surprises, Sally planned to simply have
Phil walk in on herself and Cindy while they were making it.
Nor did she give Phil's luscious daughter any warning either.
Let it all hit the fan, through Sally joyfully.
It would hit the fan all right. But not the way the tawny
nympho so exuberantly planned ...
At three-thirty sharp, Phil parked his car in front of
Sally's shabby house. The neighborhood was seedy and run-down
and he felt a sharp twinge of pity for Sally. Christ, if he had
his way he'd adopt the little mink and treat her like his own
daughter.
Or the way he'd love to treat his own daughter.
Gently, he opened the front door and crept over to Sally's
bedroom. The door was ajar and wild moans and gasps were coming
from inside the room. Phil opened the door wide and his eyes
bulged.
The naked little nympho and his own teenage daughter were
locked in an eager sixty-nine, their ripe young bodies heaving
and rocking on the mattress, their mouths burrowed to each
other's silky crotches.
His rod leaping wildly, Phil softly shut the door behind him.
Neither girl could see him with their faces hotly buried in
each other's pussies, but he had a feeling Sally knew he was
there.
Jesus, he'd never seen anything so obscenely beautiful, so
wantonly hot and lust-inspiring as the two luscious girls
devouring each other with lewd joy!
Naked, Cindy was far more voluptuous and sexy than he'd
imagined, so silky and ripe and hotly curved Phil thought he'd
shoot off in his pants, on the spot.
Instead, he quietly began to strip, as quickly as possible.
He had the biggest hard-on of his life, surging and pounding
with raw lust, quivering with mad eagerness.
The moment he was naked, before he could even take a step
toward the bed, Cindy, who was on top of Sally, brought her
head up for a gulp of air.
And almost fainted with shock.
"Dad! Oh, God! Oh shit!"
Cindy's face turned chalk-white when she realized he'd been
watching her eat Sally's pussy. It took ten more numb seconds
to realize that he, too, was naked.
With a colossal throbbing hard-on that made her tremble from
head to toe with sheer excitement.
Now Sally sat up, grinning with triumph. "It's okay, honey."
She slapped Cindy on the ass playfully. "He's my guest, too. I
think you two know each other, so I guess I won't have to
introduce you."
Cindy slowly turned her shocked eyes to Sally. "You mean ...
you planned all this?"
"Why not?" Sally shrugged. "You told me yourself yesterday
you'd love to make it with him, remember? And let me tell you
something, Cindy -- he's damn good too! I ought to know." she
added proudly.
"Now, don't be nervous, Cindy," Phil said awkwardly, coming
toward the bed, his eyes raking over his daughter's lush,
heaving tits and down to her moist, sleek thighs. She was as
stunning and juicy as her mother was at the same age, and he
was positive Cindy was still a cherry. Technically, anyway,
unless Sally took it with her greedy little fingers.
"I won't hurt you, baby," Phil said hoarsely, sitting on the
edge of the bed and cupping her hot tits in his fingers to make
her moan. "I know you're still a virgin, and ..."
"No, I'm not, Daddy!" she blurted out.
"I'm not talking about Sally," he went on, the feel of her
gorgeous breasts in his fingers coaxing a huge milky drop of
jism out of his knob. Quickly, Sally nuzzled down to scoop it
up with her tongue, making him gasp. "I mean, I know you've
never had sex with a boy ..."
"But I have, Daddy," whispered Cindy, her pussy throbbing
eagerly as she watched Sally lasciviously lick at her father's
quivering rod.
"You have?" he said, stunned. "Who?"
"Don." When he looked puzzled, Cindy added, "You know, your
son --my brother, Daddy. The other night."
A furious rage boiled up in Phil. That little sonofabitch!
Beating his own father to the punch, in his own house probably!
Right under his nose, the greedy little bastard! Stealing his
own innocent daughter's cherry, the perverted, arrogant prick!
Phil had a good mind to go home, drag his tomcat kid out in
the back yard and whale the shit out of him.
Except that he knew he couldn't do it, not any more, not to
Don, who by now towered over his father and was in much better
shape physically.
On second thought, Phil began to chuckle with admiration.
Sneaky little bastard beat him to the punch, which proved he
was a chip off the old stud. Rage was quickly replaced by
paternal pride. What the hell, at least Cindy had lost it to
someone in the family!
Then, with a soft moan, Cindy was impatiently pushing Sally
aside and nuzzling her own hot lips to Phil's throbbing
erection, beginning to suck on his cock with feverish lust,
strange thrills rippling through her lips and tongue.
Now Sally pushed Phil back on her bed while Cindy eagerly
went down on him and the younger girl rubbed her burning tits
to his face, then began to creep upward, grinding her hot belly
to his face.
And suddenly Phil realized that while his own naked daughter
was whipping her wet, frenzied lips up and down on his hard-on,
the cunning younger girl was suddenly sitting on his face!
He grabbed her tawny ass in his fingers and started lapping
at her juicy little cunt, not minding at all since his own
reward was hotly sucking him off at the same time.
This was the first triangle for both Sally and Cindy, and
both girls were madly aroused for their own particular reasons.
Sally because, while she lewdly ground her throbbing slit to
Phil's mouth, she could watch a beautiful naked girl work her
ripe lips over a massive hard-on, Sally's personal favorite.
And Cindy because she was giving her handsome, wildly-hung
father a feverish blowjob, fulfilling at last one of her most
secret and obscene fantasies, a wanton desire that had been
tormenting her for so many years she couldn't recall her first
erotic flash.
And the girl summoned all her skill and passion as she went
down on Phil's pounding rod, sucking fiercely for a solid
minute and then tonguing his knob lasciviously, then dipping
her mouth down to lick and suck on his hairy balls while she
jerked his shaft in her hot fist, profound thrills singing in
her blood as she felt her father's huge prick quiver powerfully
in response.
Suddenly Sally, still rubbing her soaked pussy eagerly to
Phil's trapped mouth, hunched forward over him, almost face to
face with Cindy. She pried Cindy's fist loose from Phil's hard-
on and jerked it in her own tight fist, while Cindy continued
moaning and sucking on the rest of it.
Beneath the two panting, gasping girls Phil was in a paradise
of his own, being passionately blown by luscious Cindy while
Sally rode her boiling pussy on his mouth in hot orgasms, her
honey streaming into his throat in a sweet burning flood.
For a man who had firm principles about staying away from
jail-bait, Phil was suddenly discovering that having torrid sex
with two young chicks -- one of them his own gorgeous daughter
-- was more than worth the risk. Between Cindy's fiery mouth
sucking him off feverishly, and Sally's tight fist helping her
along, Phil was shooting his thick load into Cindy's eager
mouth in less than two minutes, a creamy flood that brought
frantic moans of happiness from his daughter.
But before he'd finished shooting off, Sally was suddenly
wrenching Cindy's head away from his spurting rod to catch the
last of his ejaculation.
And at the same time coming on Phil's trapped mouth with her
gushing pussy, rubbing it and smearing his face with obscene
delight.
"Well, goddamn, Sally!" Cindy snapped. "You don't have to be
a little pig about it!"
Grinning, Sally sat up with a deep sigh and Phil had to
forcibly push her steaming crotch off his face. He sat up,
heaving for breath.
"Girls, girls," he said patiently, "let's not squabble now.
I'm sure there'll be enough for both of you."
And as his lovely daughter sulked at Sally, the irony and the
enormity of his situation struck Phil. Shit, they were nothing
but schoolgirls, hot juicy adolescents with lips and pussies
that had more fire and wanton fervor than most stacked,
swinging women. And they were fighting over him, over his big
dick, not over some strapping, hulking football player or
college kid.
Which made him, at forty-two, feel very, very good.
The passionate girls didn't fight over Phil, but they did
fawn over him and vie for his attention, Sally fondling his
stiffening cock while Cindy Frenched his mouth and dug her
silky hot tits into his chest. Blissfully, Phil felt as if he
were being suffocated in a sea of velvety sweet flesh, of
ripening tits and succulent asses, fiery lips and greedy
fingers, and always the fragrance of sweet young cunt wafted up
to his nostrils.
He should have known that as he wallowed in the sunshine of
his erotic glory, there just had to be a dark storm cloud on
the horizon. Whenever things went this fabulously, fate had a
way of silently creeping up and ramming it to you, always
twisting in deep ...
But for the moment, at least, Phil was hot and primed like a
raging bull. He nudged Cindy over on her belly, telling her to
hunch her knees under her so that her ripe ass loomed out, her
pink pussy eagerly sucking beneath her cheeks.
"Don and I did it dog-style," Cindy panted. "I like it this
way, Daddy!"
That greedy sonofabitch of a son of his apparently beat him
to everything, Phil seethed. And gazing at Cindy's adorably
tiny asshole, he knew with a conviction that Don had taken that
cherry too.
Talk about a chip off the old pecker!
Kneeling behind her, Phil seized Cindy's naked asscheeks in
his strong fingers. He guided his thick knob inside her wet
pussylips, gasping with excitement when Cindy wriggled her slit
on it with lewd rapture.
"Oh, Daddy, shove it all in -- don't be bashful! Just go
ahead and ... unnnnh? ... ooooo? aaaaaah! ... unnnnf!"
"Hey, baby, nice, nice!" groaned Phil, sucking in his breath
sharply at the tight, slippery power of her boiling cunt. He
commenced fucking his panting daughter with slow thrusts of his
fleshy rod, easing it deeper and harder with each lunge.
Watching with wild eyes, Sally too was getting madly aroused,
searching for an opening for herself. She could rape Cindy's
hot mouth, but she'd already done that to her -- and to her
father too. Besides, she really wanted Phil's throbbing meat,
which was fully occupied.
Never daunted, Sally scrambled around to the edge of the bed,
behind Phil and his fiercely moaning daughter. Getting on her
back between both their legs, she managed to crawl up between
their thighs, her face just beneath Phil's pounding prick and
Cindy's eagerly sucking cunt.
Now the younger girl joined in the fray, lustfully licking at
Phil's dangling balls for a minute, then clutching the base of
his thick cock in her fist and jerking it in a fever of
excitement, while her lips sought out Cindy's exposed clit,
just above Phil's pumping rod.
She sucked on it ravenously and instantly Cindy was screaming
and clawing at the mattress beneath her, swinging her ass
joyfully as she came simultaneously on her father's plunging
dick and in Sally's waiting mouth.
"Ah, Cindy, honey, baby, wheeewww, shit, terrific pussy,
darling, aaaaah, mmmmmf! Yeah, swing it, Cindy! Wowww!"
For all of Sally's juicy cunt-power, for all her frenzied hot
fucking tricks, Phil's own daughter was still the most
luscious, exciting, thrilling piece of pussy he'd ever had, and
that included his wife, who'd been fantastic in her day.
Phil forgot this was the first time he'd ever made it with
two sexy young girls at the same time, or that the lusty feel
of Sally's lips and tongue on his balls and her fingers jerking
furiously on his meat fired his excitement feverishly.
But there was no denying the wild, luscious spasms of Cindy's
burning pussy now hugging his cock eagerly, or the delicious
feel of her hot naked ass wriggling wantonly into his groin
each time he slammed forward, gorging her savagely.
"Shoot it in me, Daddy!" cried Cindy, tears of joy streaming
down her face as she thrashed her cunt in a new fiery orgasm.
"Gimme your cum, hurry! Now, now now, Daddy! Mmmmmmf! Fuck me
harder, ooooo, deeper, hotter, more, shit, yes, coming
againnnnn! Oh, Daddy, I love it, your big beautiful prick!"
At that moment the vulgar words streaming so naturally from
his daughter's lips did as much to trigger his rocks off as the
lewd feel of her hotly sucking pussy and Sally's stroking fist
and obscene tongue.
Phil came in gasps and thick spatters in Cindy's trembling
cunt, feeling himself being milked feverishly by Sally's fist
at the same time.
The three of them were so absorbed in their squirming,
sweating orgy they weren't aware that a woman stood in the
doorway. Her eyes blazed on them in shock and fury.
Only when Phil was slipping his cock out with a deep sigh of
satisfaction, did she speak:
"You! Sally Owens, you goddamn tramp! What's going on here?
Who in the hell are these people? And just what do you think
you're doing down there, you little pervert! Speak up and
explain this, and you'd better make it fast," she seethed,
"before I call the cops! Which I'm gonna do anyway! Well?"
At the sound of the sharp hoarse voice Phil wheeled his head
around, startled. A sinking sensation settled in his stomach.
She was about forty and she looked more than half-drunk. And he
didn't have to ask who she was -- he just knew it was Sally's
mother.
Still jerking her hips with her lingering orgasm, Cindy
looked over at her, panting, her eyes widening with alarm.
Sally had crawled out from beneath Cindy's thighs and sat up,
licking pussy-juice off her lips, staring back at her mother
with bold defiance.
"Your mother?" Phil whispered, his prick sagging like limp
spaghetti. Sally had told him her mother never came home once
she left the house in the afternoon, not until she was
staggering drunk early the next morning.
Never was the most treacherous word in the English language.
"Yeah, my mother," Sally sighed, standing up. "Just let me
handle
this," she mouthed to Phil. "And don't say a word."
With amazing composure, Sally walked directly up to her
mother, her tawny tits heaving with a blend of sex-excitement
and sheer icy nerve.
"You'd better have a seat, you old bitch," Sally told her in
a vicious voice. "Because what I've got to say to you is going
to knock you on your ass anyway ...
* * *
Two weeks later on a sunny morning, the Jenkins family sat
down to breakfast. Sally's ripe lips smiled cheerfully as she
stared at her new mother and father, now legally her foster
parents.
And there was more than just a hint of lewd pleasure in the
smile.
Last night she'd slept with Marie and her son, Don, while
Cindy slept with her father.
The night before Sally had slept with Cindy and Phil. And the
night before that with Don and Cindy. The family group didn't
operate on a schedule, leaving their nocturnal activities up to
last-minute whims and desires, but all of them managed to get
around in a game of musical beds.
As Phil stared at the young addition to his family, he
couldn't suppress a look of sheer admiration. Sally had guts,
brains, fantastic sex appeal and, if she were a boy instead of
a girl, he'd have said she had more balls than anyone he knew.
Her mother had shown up that afternoon, as things turned out,
to pack her bags and leave town with her newest boyfriend, who
was leaving for San Francisco. But she didn't admit that until
Sally outrageously threatened to call the cops herself! And she
would tell them the following story:
Sally's mother had lecherously urged her to go out and have
sex with anyone and everyone who was willing, male or female,
when Sally was only thirteen years of age. Since then Sally
would claim she was repeatedly raped by her mother's drunken
boyfriends, by her mother herself, and encouraged to commit
every depraved act imaginable.
Sally would further tell the cops that her mother was trying
to drag her to San Francisco to pervert her even more, possibly
to turn her into a prostitute so she could support her mother's
and her boyfriend's wild binges.
Now, Sally had told her mother in a deadly voice, in view of
the fact that her mother had been arrested in town a number of
times for drunk and disorderly conduct while Sally was an
innocent young girl, who were the cops going to believe? And
who could the cops bust in such a case?
For that matter, Sally added in an ominous tone, not only
would she and Cindy and Phil deny having sex, they could
confirm Sally's story, saying she'd come to them for
protection.
Sputtering with rage, her mother knew Sally had her by the
short curly hairs. As it turned out, she was going to desert
Sally anyway, so after signing some papers Phil's lawyer had
hastily drawn up, in return for the sum of five hundred dollars
from Phil, he was now legally Sally's guardian.
And at five hundred dollars, the girl was one hell of a
bargain, the whole family agreed.
Sally still worked at the theater -- she didn't steal, since
she was part of the family now -- and a new fierce ambition had
arisen in her young blood. After watching movies night after
night, Sally now wanted to go to Hollywood and be a movie star.
Not just yet, of course, not until she graduated from high
school, but in the meantime Phil was seeing that she got drama
lessons.
The family was quite proud of her and didn't think her
ambition was childish or ridiculous. Once you got to know
Sally, you got the feeling that tawny blonde could do anything
she made up her mind to do.
And if Sally couldn't do it on talent alone, she'd use her
hot lips and mad little cunt like weapons in an arsenal.
But one way or another she'd make it. They all knew it, just
as surely as Sally had the sweetest, hottest mouth and wildest
pussy in town ...
* * *
At the same time the Jenkins family was sitting down to
breakfast, Vivian Whitaker was slowly-and painfully-waking up.
She was chained to her own bed, on her back. "Jim!" she
called out. "Jim, you bastard! You unchain me now, dammit!
Pleeease! Please?"
Her demanding cries turned abruptly to whimpers, then to
pathetic moans. In the next bedroom, the nurse heard voices,
then a girl's loud laughter.
A minute later her naked brother appeared in the doorway with
his new girlfriend, a ravishing redheaded swinger who'd moved
in three days ago. Since then, the tables had turned sharply.
It was Vivian who got chained down and whipped and teased and
raped, forced to submit to both Jim and his sexy girlfriend
every night. Last night, they'd just left her here like this,
helplessly bound, so frustrated she thought she'd lose her
mind!
Jim stared down at her mockingly. Vivian's eyes burned on his
new girl, a creamy, stunningly ripe switch-hitter who could
tease so cruelly Vivian would need a straitjacket soon if she
kept it up.
The nurse's lips began to tingle and her pussy started
throbbing with intense heat. They hadn't even let her get her
rocks off last night!
"Please?" Vivian whispered. "I'll go down on you, both of
you! Give you a job you won't forget! Just eat me, rape me,
whip me, but Christ, let me come!"
Jim grinned. "How does it feel to be on the receiving end for
a while, Sis?" He turned to the redhead. "What do you say,
honey? Should we let the animal loose for a while?"
The redhead's eyes gleamed in a way that made Vivian's flesh
shiver.
"Let her lie there for a while and stew in her own juices,
Jimmy. I know the type. All hard bitch on the outside and
nothing but a soggy marshmallow on the inside. Pure mushy
cunt," she added contemptuously, turning her back to reveal a
gorgeously curved ass. "She's nothing but a slave," the redhead
laughed. "A freaked-out sex-slave."
They went into the kitchen to eat breakfast, and tears came
to Vivian's eyes, hot tears of self-pity. Her brother no longer
needed her to get aroused or to come. He and the redhead had
dominated her completely for a week now, and it was Vivian who
needed them to have an orgasm now ...
"Nothing but a sex-slave," Vivian whispered, her face
flushing with eerie excitement. "I don't mind," she smiled, her
eyes burning with a strange new light. "I don't mind at all. I
love kissing your asses! I love being your sex-slave! Just fuck
me, fuck meeee!"
Her voice rose to a high, keening scream which echoed
throughout the apartment.
Any day now they'd be coming for Vivian, to put her away for
a while, for a long, desperately needed rest. But Vivian didn't
mind, not at all.
Too much violence and sex and cruelty had finally begun to
unhinge her precariously tuned mind. The sad truth of the
matter was, she could dish it out but she couldn't take it.
After all, someone had once told her that what goes around
comes around, and it came all the way around to Vivian.
Around the bend, that is.
Leaving her sanity back there somewhere, dancing lewdly in
the moonlight of obscene love ...
The End