I Smithson - Tempting daddy

In the back of Alice's thoughts there was just one idle fear: of being caught by James and his daughter. But somehow, and she couldn't explain her own intuition, she knew deep down that nothing drastic would happen.

She based all of this on her own intense, original feelings, the wild, beautiful sensations in which she was wallowing as she felt the young girl twisting and squirming in her arms. Catherine's naked breasts were responding to her tonguing and her hot kisses as she twisted her fingers and finally managed to push them up into Catherine's pussy.

Alice clamped her hand over Catherine's mouth as the young girl began screaming, muffling the animal cries as she kept pushing her fingers up in deep and puffing them out of her hot, moist cunt. She could feel Catherine pumping back on her fingers. She suddenly pulled them out. She also pulled her hand out of her jeans.

"Stand up, darling. I want to take down your jeans."

"Oh, we… we couldn't do that! I'm already naked enough. No. No, we just… we just… we couldn't…"

And by the time she'd finished complaining, her jeans were down to her ankles. Alice grabbed her and pulled her trembling naked body down onto the couch.

She quickly pulled down her own hot pants and then she folded young Catherine into her loving arms.

This was when Leslie and James came into the living room.

At first, James didn't know what to think. Being truthful to himself, he couldn't actually be shocked or even surprised. Alice Duerr was obviously unpredictable! He remembered how swift their first sexual encounter had been, how abruptly she wanted to suck his cock earlier that very morning, how she had swallowed his hot come, and how desperately she'd wanted him to suck and lick her fiery pussy on top of her office desk. And, of course, how anxious and hurried she'd been to rush home with him.

So, the scene before his eyes came as little surprise. He turned to Leslie. "Does it make you jealous, honey?"

She shook her head. "Not really. It makes me hot! That's what it makes me!"

"Me, too," he whispered. "Should we disturb them? They still don't know we're watching."

This was true. The distance between where Leslie and her father were standing and the couch in the living room was considerable, but both Leslie and James could clearly hear the females panting, the liquid sounds of their fingers as they stabbed in and out of their gushing cunts.

"Oh, yes. Come on. Let's go in, Jimbo," Leslie smiled. "Your friend Alice is obviously no beginner. Look how she's sucking on Catherine's breasts!"

Jimbo felt his prick hardening. He closed his free hand over it. What pure luxury, he was thinking, glancing down at the tray, then at his lovely daughter, her sweater open now, her magnificent breasts almost totally exposed. He loved her pink nipples. Then he looked into the living room. Again the sight was one of unadulterated luxury.

Catherine's hand was cupping Alice's vagina, her fingers frantically combing Alice's brown pussy hair. Alice was arching her half-naked body. James saw her kick off her hot pants and curl up on the couch, her mouth busy on Catherine's breasts, sucking her flesh, dabbing her tongue over Catherine's hard nipples as Catherine fingered her pussy, Alice now spreading her thighs open and thrusting back on the penetrating fingers.

"Yes. Let's go in, honey," he said. He had to clear his throat. By now his prick was rock hard.

As father and daughter crossed the rug and stopped just in front of the coffee table, both with wide smiles on their faces, Alice looked up.

"James, honey, I just… I just couldn't help myself," she said slowly, each word punctuated by a hot wet kiss on Catherine's tender nipples.

"It's okay by us," James said. He put the tray down on the coffee table. Leslie sat on the floor close to Alice's bare feet.

"I don't know what to say for myself," Catherine cried. She blushed. She sat up. She felt woozy, half out of it. Her pussy ached. Her fingers were coated with Alice's slippery pussy cream.

"No sweat," said James. He handed each of the females a glass. "My favorite recipe," he grinned, taking one for himself.

"Aren't you even a little upset, Mr. Groten?" asked Catherine. Her face was wreathed in bright smiles. A shudder traveled through her naked body.

"I'm not as old fashioned as you think."

Alice smiled. "He's new-fashioned, and I find that delightful!"

"I love him," said Leslie softly. She looked deeply into her father's clear eyes. "He's the best father in the whole world," she added, sipping her Scotch sour.

Whatever embarrassment there might have been was quickly and easily erased when Leslie took Alice's bare feet into her lap. Then she raised them up and brushed Alice's naked toes all over her warm breasts, Alice wiggling her toes playfully, staring down at Leslie with tenderness in her eyes.

James straightened out his legs. He knew that any one of them looking at his crotch could see his erection poking up inside his trousers. He liked this kind of uninhibited freedom. He was even tempted to play with his prick as he watched Alice's toes roaming all over his daughter's luscious globes, but he didn't. He looked at Catherine. Christ, was she lovely! Her youthful nakedness excited him terribly.

"I wonder how we deserve one another," he said.

"Oh, I know, Jimbo," Leslie said, brushing her tongue across Alice's wiggling toes, "it's because we're human beings and we're not afraid."

Alice smiled, once more folding Catherine into her arms, kissing her lips, her closed eyes, fondling her breasts and stroking them. "I agree. This is all so perfect!"

"It's out of sight!" That was Catherine.

This was when Leslie inched closer to Alice. She spread Alice's thighs wide apart, exposing her wonderful pussy. She began to kiss up her silky thighs. James slid around to the other side of Alice's naked legs. Alice looked up at him approvingly. Her eyes were gleaming. Catherine was once again petting her vagina, her avid fingers crawling teasingly all over her silky pussy hair as she kissed her mouth maddeningly.

"Are all three of you going to love me?" Alice moaned.

"All three of us," James Groten answered. He reached up and began to unlace her leather bolero vest. Soon he had her massive breasts exposed. Catherine squealed. And bent her head, kissing the lovely breasts eagerly, caressing them, stroking them, bouncing them playfully as her tongue slid over Alice's erect nipples.

"James," said Alice, "James, take out your prick!"

Justifying each other's wanton behavior and lascivious needs was the furthest thing from any of their minds. A tranquil silence descended in the wide living room. The simple sounds intruding were lips smacking, fingers trailing softly, gently, over warm, sensitive flesh. A low, steady moan escaped Alice's parted lips, and now and then a catching of breath as Leslie alternated between stroking and kissing her father's feverish cock and licking the tender, velvety pussy lips belonging to Alice.

Catherine's two fingers were pumping in and out of Alice's hot, wet cunt. Leslie would kiss Catherine's fingers, then suck them into her mouth, tasting Alice's sweet juices, then guide Catherine's fingers back into Alice's hot cavern. Alice was shuddering in ecstasy as both Catherine and Leslie mauled her breasts, agitating her sharp nipples, making her cunt restless with passion, causing her cunt to curdle and boil as one tremor after another, one violent spasm after another, would thrill her shivering body.

James sat close to Alice. He had her bare foot in his lap. He'd taken off all his clothing. Alice was masturbating his slippery prick with her toenails and sometimes with both feet, his prick sliding between them. She rubbed up and down, acute thrills boomed through James Groten.