Cherry Charles - Delighted in his daughter

Pam was not being left out of the fun.

From the second she felt her daddy's worming tongue glide like a snake into her agitated slit, she curled her lips up in a brazen grin. She gently pumped her pussy over his tongue, loving the way the spongy organ made a delicious kind of friction against the inner lips of her quim.

As her passion mounted, she pressed her snatch harder against her daddy's eager chin, making the lightly-haired folds of her twat spread like a baby puff adder around his mouth.

In the meantime, Mae was stroking up and down on the marvelous new prick with the expertise of a teenaged whore she reveled in being. Her well-formed, pointing tits jiggled lewdly as each thrust brought her closer to a sweet, honeyed orgasm.

She rode the big cock beneath her with exactly the same kind of detached and lusty enjoyment that she would have fucked a hairbrush or a large cucumber. It didn't matter now to her seared senses whether she was fucking her brother, her father, or the slimy dick of a german shepherd. It was all just a matter of a prick in a pussy.

Pam found herself thinking of that dirty Danish book her Uncle Joe had led her into discovering.

She grinned, her cheeks flushing pinkly, as she considered how this scene would look in photographs – and she wished there was somebody there to snap some shots!

She imagined a camera nosing in between her daddy's hairy legs to reveal the way Mae's thirteen-year-old, smooth buttocks were rising and falling above the stud-sized cock. There would be nothing showing but the plump, stretched lips of the little cunt as it oiled a half-inch or so up from the gristled base of her daddy's prick, then slid back down again.

And the pornographic picture-takers would have had a field day busily snapping views of the way her daddy was devouring her own pussy, the way his ears were pressed flat against the insides of her legs, the way she had her fingers tangled in his mussed hair to urge him on, and the lewd way his own hands were cupped around the rosy cheeks of her humping ass, as if he were holding some big bowl of cream and gulping it down!

As for Bill Harper, once again his honed lust was no match for the staying power of the two shameless bitches taking delicious advantage of him. His balls had firmed again, and the spunk had begun to boil in his love-bag, mad to be released!

Mae sensed the change in the rigid prick she was happily riding, and her wanton need to pleasure any male drove her to new techniques of fucking. Instead of pumping lazily up and down on the horny club, she began to move her incestuous little pussy in circles, forcing the stiff meat to sway and throb inside her thighs in a completely different and more exciting manner.

The witchy titillations her cunt was now making caused his prick to respond, driving hard spikes of lust through Bill's loins. He knew he could cum at any time, but he held off until the prickling sensation at the center of his balls was so lustfully delectable that neither man nor beast could hold back forever.

With a savage thrust of his hips, he sent his brawny cock solidly up into the warm womb of Mae Pauley and climaxed for her like a bull!

His prick spurted a copious flood of white-hot cum high into Mae's gulping twat, triggering her own spasms of honeyed passion. Her salty juices mingled with his thicker balm and their mutual orgasms seemed like lightning and thunder in both their loins.

Pam felt her father's fingers digging into the moons of her ass like talons, and his roguish tongue stabbed in and out of her foaming cunt like a piston.

With a greedy sigh of pleasure, Pam threw back her head and opened her mouth. As her pussy exploded with spritzing liquids against her daddy's chin and mouth, she stuck her own tongue out of the corner of her lips and felt a drizzle of saliva worm down the side of her neck!

The most profligate idea-man in a whorehouse couldn't have planned their pleasure with better success. Their triple-timed orgasms seemed to roll with perfection from mouth to pussy, and pussy to prick!

Mae was too weak to move, so she just sat atop the strong loins of Pam's daddy, letting her relaxed and sappy cunt luxuriate as the enormously swollen penis inside of her convulsed in slow-dying throbs along the whole length of her vagina.

A mixture of creamy sperm and expended cunt juices trickled down over the large, hairy balls beneath Mae's contented slit, some of it even dripping down into the dark buttocks of the male she had just fucked so well.

As for Pam, her pussy still twitched and trembled with pleasure because her dad's bruised and thickened tongue was still lodged to the roots inside of it.

Very slowly the three bodies somehow disengaged themselves.

Both his tongue and prick came out of the different holes he had been satisfying with slurping sounds, and the sleek cuntlips of Mae's muffinlike cunt rode out wetly and pinkly as the ridged glans pulled free.

It was only a bit later, when the two naked girls were both cupped in his arms back on the sofa and he was allowing them to once again work his substantial prick up into something of fuckable size, that Pam informed her daddy that the game she really wanted to play next time would have to involve much more than his one glorious hard-on.

He blinked. "Who else?" he demanded huskily.

Pam and Mae exchanged brazen grins and winks.

"Hank Pauley and Bo," Pam lisped softly.

"And me," Mae added impishly.

Her daddy sighed lustily, then grinned. "We'd better hurry then, girls. My wife gets home tomorrow!"

Bill Harper came out of the shower, his strong, hairy body dripping wetly.

Despite the workout the two girls had given him, he felt great, and his big horn of plenty hanging between his legs still had that half swollen niceness that little girls like Pam and Mae apparently grooved on.

In fact, as he stood toweling himself dry Pam came into the bathroom dressed only in her panties and bra. She had her hair piled up on top of her head in an adult arrangement, and her lips were painted dark with her mom's lipstick.

"Hey," her father growled, "what's all that guck on your face? And where'd you get that hairstyle idea, from Marie Antoinette?"

Pam smiled. "You don't like it?"

"Hell, I hate it. I don't see anything wrong with your being yourself, a cute fourteen-year-old doll. If a guy wants a hooker, he can go out and buy one."

Pam felt a warm tingle go through her body. "I-I'm sorry, Daddy," she purred. "I thought you might be pleased if I tried to look older."

He chuckled softly, seesawing the towel at the back of his glistening, nude buttocks, "Baby," he breathed, "you and that hot-mouthed girl friend of yours may think you know everything in the book about sex, but you've got a helluva long way to go before you get the male ego psyched out."

"Huh?"

"You heard me. Hell, what do you think turned me on this afternoon! It was the thought of screwing two tight little pussies, yours and Mae's. That's the kind of forbidden fruit a mature guy like me never gets any of – or damned seldom does. I can go out and buy a whore any night of the week right here in this city. Or I can ball your mom twelve ways from Saturday, but it's just not the same as teenaged stuff."

Pam grinned. "How is it different, Daddy?"

She saw his large penis move a bit under its own power as he rubbed the towel now over his broad, husky chest.

"A woman's pussy is fine, skipper. But it's deep, wide, sometimes too slack, and a heck of a lot too hairy. A guy gets tired of sticking his prod into something that feels like its been fucked five minutes before by a couple of Arabian stallions."

"And Mae and I didn't feel that way?"

He grinned lecherously at his diminutive daughter, letting his eyes glide over her tapering waist and hips then up to the perky fullness of her adolescent tits. "Are you kidding me?" he whispered. "Honey, when I got my big old prick between the silky, twitching lips of your cute pussy, it was like sticking it into a kitten's cunt."