Shirley James - Daddy_s darling

The two Burns sisters stole a glance at each other, and then an instant later they were both on the floor, eagerly awaiting the touch of the older woman. "Damn it, I want you to fuck me," Daphne whispered, eyes closed and quivering in ecstatic passion. "I can't wait a minute longer, I've got to have your finger up my cunt right here and right now."

Sue Carson grinned again. She was looking forward to this, in fact she'd been dreaming of doing this ever since the first time she'd seen Hamilton's two delicious daughters. She was pleased that the two fresh young pussies wanted to get it on with her, but she wanted to take them on in such a way that it would be clear to both of them that she was the one in charge here, that she was the dominant one. When Sue Carson went to bed with Hamilton Burns or with another man she was glad to be the submissive one; that was her God-given role as a member of the female sex. But when it came time for some lesbian action, Sue wanted to see to it that she and she alone was the one who called the shots.

Daphne and her red haired sister Tricia were both lying on their sides on the floor now, both of them stark naked and both of them eager for some hot and heavy action. "Come on, now, Daphne," the older girl instructed. "We've all got to form a ring. I'll eat you out and you can eat Miss Carson out while she's going down on me. How's that sound to you?"

The younger blonde girl wrinkled up her nose in disgust, "It sounds shitty, that's how it sounds to me. You can eat me out any day of the week; right now the only tongue that I want up my crack belongs to Miss Carson. So I'll eat you out and you can eat her out," It was not often that Daphne overrode her older sister's decisions, but right now she was determined to be eaten out by the sassy young secretary, and she wasn't about to let her sister or anybody else stand in the way of that.

Tricia shrugged to show that it didn't make any difference to her. "Okay," she murmured softly to the younger girl, "you can eat me out, then." And with that she was placing her ample buttocks squarely upon the floor and spreading her young thighs seductively to reveal the moistly gleaming triangle of pussy-flesh that glistened so invitingly between them. "If you want it, Daphne," the older girl intoned, "you're just gonna have to come on and get it."

Daphne didn't say anything to that, because she was the sort of girl who believed that actions spoke louder than words. Licking her dry lips slightly with the edge of her moistened tongue, she leaned forward and then eagerly rammed her face downwards into the midst of that beautiful fur-pie muff. She began to orally caress the tight opening with thick sucking motions, quaffing bigger and bigger dollops of the hot pussy-juice with every passing moment.

Even as Tricia began to bask in the delicious sensation of being eaten out by her own sister, she was suddenly aware that a cunt even juicier and hotter than her own was rapidly bearing down upon her upturned girlish face. "Come on now, you little slut," it was Sue Carson speaking. "Come on and eat me out. That's what you're here for." And with that she dropped the full weight of her body down on top of Tricia's face, practically smothering her in the hot enfoldings of the slime-encrusted pussy. "Don't just lie there," the older woman gloated, clearly enjoying the red haired girl's helpless position. "Go on and eat me out. Make me cream all over your sweet little face."

Tricia Burns writhed helplessly, pinned as she was beneath a Mount Everest of labia. "How can I eat you out?" she managed to mumble through a double mouthful of fur pie. "I can hardly breathe under here." As she spoke she was writhing back and forth uncomfortably, trying to free herself. Her face was unbelievably hot, and it was getting even worse by the second. "Let me get some air first before I smother and then I'll be glad to eat you out," the red haired girl promised.

Sue grinned maliciously, and a twinge of sadistic pleasure thrilled through her nude anatomy, "Pussy first, then air," she promised. Sue was pretty well-versed in sexual turns-ons, but she had to admit that this was a whole new thing even to her. Imagine holding a teenage girl captive with a cunt. It was an exercise in sadism that neither one of the participates would soon forget.

Daphne had been sucking her sister's pussy all the while, but now she was impatient for Sue to stop talking and start going down on her. "For Christ's sake," the blonde girl complained. "How the fuck can you expect my sister to eat you out if she can't even breathe? Why don't you let up on her a little bit and then bring that sweet mouth of yours right on over here so that you can start eating me out?"

The words made sense to Sue, and she put aside her sadistic sexual tendencies for the moment so that they could all get down to some serious fucking and sucking. Eagerly she shifted her weight onto her hips so as to give the red haired Tricia some much-needed oxygen, and then even more eagerly she twisted her head around to bring it down firmly in the exact center of the blonde girl's glistening snatch. And then she began to suck on it, slowly at first but getting faster and more frenzied all the time.

"Oh, honey, that feels good," Daphne moaned between mouthfuls of her sister's hot twat-sauce. "Just keep on eating me out like that and don't ever stop, Sue. I want this to just go on forever, it feels so good." And then she stopped talking and got back to pussy-eating, tonguing the moist crevice of her sister's hot snatch with her throbbing oral organ.

The pace was getting faster now, and the three lesbian lovers had formed a ring, each one making mouth-love to the twat and clit of the one in front of her, while at the same time being eaten out in turn by yet a third girl. For Daphne and Tricia it was a whole new and exciting experience, totally different from ay thing that they had ever done before, or even dreamt about. Sue Carson, needless to say, had done this kind of thing many times in the past. But it felt better this time than all of the other times put together, and she was sure that she knew the reason: it was because both of these girls were so young, so practically virginal. There was something about having sex with an innocent young girl that added an element of spice to fucking, a spice that one could never get from a sophisticated, mature woman of the world.

"Don't stop it!" Daphne whispered, hardly daring to believe that something this wonderful was actually happening to her. "Keep on eating me out. I love it! I love it!" She could feel her tight pelvis beginning to shudder in the preliminary throes of sweet orgasm. "Keep on eating me out, damn it!" Her whole body seemed to shake, as the tongue ground into her eager young clit.

"You stupid little bitch," Sue smiled as she spoke, "do you really think that I'm going to stop now? Now that I'm just getting into it? I'm going to eat you out until your juicy little twat is as dry as a goddamned bone." And even as she spoke she was burying her face even deeper into the awesome cavern of Daphne's juice-bloated pussy.

"Ohh, God, that tastes good," said Sue's voice.

"I'm glad you like it," said Daphne's voice.

"I'm going to eat you out now," said Tricia's voice.

"Can I watch?" said a fourth voice.

For a moment all three females froze in terrified panic. Then they began to turn slowly, to see who it was that had spoken to them. The voice they had heard had been a deep and gravely male voice, the sort of voice that one would expect to emerge from some sort of slavering sex-maniac. All three of the lesbian lovers were in great trepidation now, wondering exactly what manner of man had walked in here and caught them in the act.

They turned to look at him, and for a moment it seemed to both Daphne and Tricia that the man standing there was their father, and they squealed in terror. But then they saw that it was not Hamilton Burns at all, but rather another man who looked a good deal like him. The main distinguishing difference between the two though was that this man had a look of hedonistic wildness in his eyes, the sort of look that seemed to indicate a man who got his kicks from anything and everything. Both of the Burns girls knew that their father wasn't like that at all: Hamilton Burns enjoyed screwing chicks, and maybe spanking them once in a while, but they were sure that that was as far as he would go. Little did the two girls know how wrong they would turn out to be in this respect later on.