Shirley James - Daddy_s darling

The grinning man who looked like their father stepped forward, and as he did so Tricia noticed that with his right hand he was delicately fingering a long black cheroot. Suddenly the light of recognition flickered into Tricia's eyes. "I know who you are," she exclaimed eagerly, squealing in girlish glee as she spoke. "You're our Uncle Paul!"

It had been more than fifteen years since she had last seen her father's brother. Tricia could barely remember him and Daphne had never seen him at all, although she had managed to piece together a fairly crude conception of him from what her father had said about him.

Paul Burns came towards them with a grin on his lascivious face, obviously pleased at having been recognized. "That's who I am, by crackies," he told her exultantly, "I told your daddy that I'd be arriving by train, and he should come and pick me up at the train station. Little did he know that I flew in." And then, almost as an afterthought, he added: "By plane, that is." He took a few steps towards his two naked nieces, and as he did so his lust-filled eyes happened to catch sight of the third naked female form, which was that of Sue Carson. "I don't believe I know who you are," he confessed to her. Then, almost as an after thought, he added: "Who are you?"

She stood up readily, making no attempt whatsoever to conceal her unclad form from this man. "I'm Sue Carson," she informed him, "your brother Hamilton's secretary."

"Secretary, hey?" The ex-vaudevillian allowed his eyes to rove freely up and down the girl's naked physique. "When I was your age we didn't call gals like you our 'secretaries'. We said that they were our 'relatives' from out of town, by crackies. Hee, hee, hee!" And then the man was dissolving into a fit of helpless laughter.

The three naked females exchanged questioning glances. It was patently obvious to all three of them that as long as this refugee from a crematorium was around there would be no lesbian fucking and sucking in sight for any of them. Grasping the true nature of the situation, Tricia decided that it was up to her to make the first move. Moving toward her uncle, and trying to assume the virginal look of innocent young schoolgirl, she asked him coquettishly, "Uncle Paul, instead of just watching the three of us get it on together, why don't you join us? It'll be a lot more fun that way."

For a few seconds her uncle looked so startled that Tricia didn't think he had heard the question right. "Are you asking me to fuck, child?" he screeched at her, as though not daring to believe his ears. "Why, you young whippersnapper, I'll have you know that I haven't engaged in the sinful pleasures of the flesh since nineteen-oh-fifty-eight. That was when my late wife and I were doing the two-a-day back in Asshole, Wisconsin. It was an open-air theatre, and it rained for three weeks solid, so the whole town floated away. Me and Babs were stranded in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do, so we fucked." And then, almost as an afterthought, he added: "That bitch sure could give head, by crackles!"

"Never mind about your vaudeville days," Tricia cut in hastily, coming ever closer to her uncle as she spoke. Her breasts were hard and erect by this time, quivering with excitement and ready for some action. "My sister and Miss Carson here are trying to have a little fun, and we don't like to have people hanging around and watching. So either come on and join us or else leave us alone and come back later." She paused for a moment to let the words sink in, since she wasn't too certain about her uncle's ability to comprehend words of more than one letter. Then, thinking that she actually detected a glimmer of understanding on the old man's face, she said, "So what's it gonna be? Either join us or leave us alone, but don't hang around watching us."

Upon hearing that, Uncle Paul's face split open into a grin so broad that for a moment Tricia was afraid his mouth would go all the way around his face and his head would fall off. "Why I'd just love to fuck a fine young pussy like yourself, by crackies," he drawled leisurely. "So just give me a minute to get these here clothes off and then we'll just let nature take its course." And then, almost as an after thought, he added, "By crackies!"

It took only a few seconds for Uncle Paul to rip all his clothes off and stand naked before them. Looking at the unclad man both of the Burns girls and their friend Sue were all pleasantly surprised. They had expected to see the naked body of a withered old man, with wrinkles galore and testicles that dangled down to his knees, but instead of that they found themselves admiring a trim and almost youthful body, one that almost any male would envy. A body that was rather obviously eminently suited for sexual activities of every sort.

He could see that the three sluttish females like his body and he was glad that they found it attractive. "Okay, you young pussies," he roared out exuberantly, "I think it's time for an old-timer to start showing you a trick or two." And with that he was coming steadily closer to the trio of tawdry bitches, his cock rising steadily as his sexual excitement mounted to a fever pitch.

Sue Carson seemed to actually be interested in this. At her first glance of the man she had dismissed him as a senile old coot, who got his rocks off fucking knotholes, but now that she was getting to know him better she could see that he might make an extremely interesting fuck-partner indeed. "I think I'll take this guy on," she murmured to the two throbbing Burns sisters. "You can keep eating each other out."

Daphne drew her mouth up into a youthful pout. "Why should we let you have the cock all to yourself?" she complained bitterly. "Irish and I live together, we can suck each other off any time we like. But we're never gonna have a chance to get it on with Uncle Paul here!"

Tricia was having similar ideas, but she wanted this man all to herself. "You're too young for him, Daphne," the red haired girl declared staunchly. "Why don't I try him on for size and you and Sue here can keep on doing what you were doing."

"Nuts to that," Daphne complained. "I want Uncle Paul to shove his meat up my hole."

"Nuts to both of you," Sue Carson cut in, "I'm the boss here, and say that I get him. Understand?"

"Oh yeah?" And then the three naked vixens were scratching and clawing at each other, each of them desperate for the honor of being the first one to spread her legs for this man. Seeing that fighting amongst themselves would do no good at all they all jumped on top of the guy simultaneously, snatching at his prick with all six hands and each of them trying to cram it into a twat, a mouth or an asshole all at the same time.

At that instant there was a splintering noise, and then a voice was saying something that sounded like: "Aha!" Instantly both girls looked up from the tangle of balls and tits to see who it was that had spoken.

Standing in the doorway was their father!

"What in the name of God is going on here?" The voice was that of Hamilton Burns, and was he mad! Sheeee-it! He kicked the door closed with one hind leg and then staggered into the room. His eyes were bloodshot-red, a light froth of foam was trickling from his lower lip, and he had been obviously drinking. And it served him right, too. "Paul, you old bastard, is that really you down there?"

A voice emerged from the heap of naked bodies. "If it ain't me then somebody else is gettin' all the pussy, by crackles. Heeehhheee!" Hamilton Burns gave a groan of disgust and then strode to the center of the room, lashing out with one foot to deliver a powerful kick to the most convenient patch of naked flesh, which as luck would have it happened to be the ample buttocks of Sue Carson. The fat bitch screamed like a stuck pig. And it served her right, too.