Shirley James - Daddy_s darling

That sharp little jab of pain/pleasure was all that Hamilton needed. He was instantly transported into a realm of pure pleasure, pleasure so intense he almost blacked out. The front of his cock was buried in pussy, his own daughter's pussy, and his balls were being tenderly sucked by his other daughter. He heard a deep rambling noise that seemed to come from within him. It was the noise of his own sperm, his own orgasm welling up inside of him.

In trembling, heated waves, the hot sperm began to pulse out of his body. It shot out forcefully into the lower depths of Tricia's pussy. When she felt the semen flood her insides, she relaxed her tight grip for a second, in order to savor the feel of the thick milky substance flooding her guts. Her mouth was open wide, her face scrunched up into an expression of either terrible agony or unbearable pleasure. Soon, her own come, a thin whitish liquid, began to spurt out of her cunt, with loud, wet, suctiony noises.

The combined juices of Hamilton and Tricia began to coat their thighs, and drip down their legs. Daphne opened her eyes just in time to see the fresh liquid dripping all over her father and her sister. She let the balls fall out of her mouth, then she slid down to where she could suck up all the wonderful fluids. Something seemed to snap in her head at that instant, and she became more like a wild animal than anything else that she could think of. Like a vampire, a sperm vampire, she greedily began to eat up all the juices she could see. She drove her tongue into her sister's cunt, even though it was still stuffed with her father's cock. It was very hard getting her head into position, so that she could suck, but somehow she managed to position herself. Her super-long tongue lapped hungrily, not missing a single drop of fluid.

Even now, she wasn't satisfied. She grabbed her father's heavy, still hard cock by the root and practically ripped it out of her sister's cunt. The cock slid out, with a painful kink right into the middle of it, but Daphne forced it out all the way and popped the still gooey member into her mouth. She gripped it around the base with both hands, and jammed it into her throat as deep as she could. Once the big cock was in place, she hummed and sucked happily, while Tricia squealed in protest, feeling cheated of it's angry warmth.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were outside, with Sue and Uncle Paul. You little bitch! I'm the one who gets to suck him afterwards!" she screamed.

"Mmmmmm?" was all Daphne could manage to say. Her mouth was full of her father's cock, and the last thing she wanted to do was listen to her flaky sister yell and complain. Daphne had followed her sister into the room, and she had watched the whole thing, the whole fuck, from beginning to end. After all, the first "lesson" her father had taught her had been quite pleasurable. She saw no reason for not having a second term of instruction.

Tricia was really pissed off, but there was nothing she could really do about it. She realized her father was certainly not going to dissuade Daphne from eating his cock. You can catch more flies with honey than vinegar, she thought, quoting something she had read in a book. Tricia resolved that she would have to go into competition with her sister. That was the only way she was going to get full control of her father's affections was to be better at sex than her sister. If it had come to this, then so be it. Tricia realized that she was engaged in full competition with Daphne. She sat up, and watched Daphne as she drained the last dregs of sperm out of her father's drooping, still throbbing penis.

Hamilton was in seventh heaven. He felt the slow milking pressure of his daughter's lips as she stroked his penis from the bottom of his shaft upwards, so that the last droplets of his sperm would ooze into her mouth. As his wits returned, he scanned the room. The first thing he saw was Tricia. She was sitting in front of him. Her legs were spread way apart, and she was rubbing her clit, with a rapt expression on her face.

"I hope you've learned your lesson, Tricia," he said, in a faltering voice.

"Yes, Daddy. Ill be good," she said softly, with her eyes cast downwards.

The next thing Hamilton did was pull Daphne's head off his cock. She looked at him, with her lips lightly parted. There was a thin web of his own sperm between her lips, a web that didn't break until she opened her mouth wide to speak. Her face was sullenly morose.

"I'm sorry I followed you in, Daddy, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to sneak," she said, with a tone of guilt in her voice.

"That's all right daughter. I'll let it get by for now. Next time, though, you make sure that you ask my permission, before you, you, ahhhh…"

"Suck you. I'll make sure I ask every time from now on. I promise I'll only suck you when you ask me to," she said affirmatively, wagging her head up and down.

"I suppose Sue Carson showed you how to suck cock like that…" Hamilton began. Suddenly his face became cloudy, "Oh my God! Where IS Sue Carson? And where's Uncle Paul?"

If Hamilton had known where they were, he would have been horribly disturbed. Uncle Paul had always been something of a practical joker, and he was up to his old tricks right now. He was hiding behind the bed with Sue, Polaroid camera in hand. Right now, he already had a stack of seven prints, almost the whole roll. Sue Carson, completely nude, kneeled behind him. She braced herself by holding Paul's shoulder lightly, with her generous breasts pressing teasingly against his back. Her eyes gleamed with lascivious pleasure.

"Wait till Hamilton gets a load of these!" whispered Paul, trying his best to control himself. He didn't want to burst into laughter and spoil everything. Right now, he was peeling off print number eight, a splendid exposure of Hamilton with his cock buried deep in his own daughter's mouth. Sue grinned. A perfect exposure. Wouldn't that be something to show all of Hamilton's pals back at the accounting office. A plan was beginning to form in her mind. Paul took the shots for a practical joke, but Sue Carson might have a far better, and more profitable use for them. She always wanted a chance to outdo wise-ass Hamilton Burns!

Before Hamilton had a chance to look about the room, Paul and Sue crawled out on their hands and knees. Hamilton was still busy fondling his two daughters. He was too engrossed to hear the faint clicking of the door.

As soon as they got out of the room, Paul sat down on the couch and adjusted the light so that he could have a better look at the pictures. He was highly amused. He was a pretty handy man with a camera, as well as a cock, and the pictures he took were bright and clear. He didn't know what he would do with them yet. As of the moment, he didn't want to show any of them to Hamilton, because he knew that he wouldn't think they were funny. Perhaps later on, though. However, Sue had ideas of her own. She knew several uses to which she could put the photos. Without saying a word, she quickly slipped a couple of the pictures under a chair, where she could retrieve them later. Paul pretended he didn't notice that one or two of them were missing. He took the remainder, to add them to his personal collection, while keeping a close eye on Sue Carson.

However, Paul was far from finished sexually. His cock was just beginning to regain it's strength after it's strenuous workout in the other room. Daphne and Tricia were obviously not available, so he turned his attention to Sue. They were both still nude, Paul hadn't seen such a good looking woman in quite a long time. He didn't really care if Sue was his brother's secretary or not. All he wanted was a warm berth for his aching cock.

Well, he thought, a stiff dick has no consciousness, or something like that anyway. He reached over slowly, until his fingers made contact with Sue's voluminous breasts. They felt like they weighed several pounds each. Sue groaned softly, then she pressed her weight against him, reaching at the same time for his dick.