Shirley James - Daddy_s darling

He clicked picture after picture. The obscene trio of girls were making so much noise that they couldn't hear the rather sharp noises of the camera. Hamilton was obviously completely oblivious to any outside stimuli.

Picture after picture came out, all perfect. Uncle Paul chuckled to himself as he looked at the glossy prints. He'd teach that Sue Carson a lesson. Imagine her thinking that she would get him to blackmail his own brother! He'd simply agreed with her just to see if she would take him into his confidence. Even if he was jealous of Hamilton's success, he would never stoop to blackmailing his own flesh and blood. After he had several fine prints of Sue Carson in several different stages of fellatio, he crept out of the room, with nobody the wiser.

Sue was completely unaware that she had been photographed in her ignonimous poses. She happily continued sucking cock, until she felt Hamilton's orgasm approach. She could always tell when a man was close to getting his nut. The balls would always tense up just a little bit, and the slow, easy pace of his fucking would turn to sharp staccato jerks. Usually, the guy would also start panting and shaking. Hamilton was displaying all of these symptoms. He groaned loudly, as Sue increased the pressure of her hot sucking lips around the heated glans of his prick.

"Uhhhh, my God!" rasped Hamilton. He held Sue's head tightly, as his two daughters increased their pace of licking and sucking. Sue just managed pull her head away.

"Now, girls!" she barked. Sue held the shuddering cock tightly between her thumb and forefinger. With the other finger near the base of the cock, she directed the tip of Hamilton's penis towards her face. Her lush red lips were open, and her mouth was drooling saliva. Tricia and Daphne also had their faces directly in front of Hamilton's penis. Tricia was giggling, but Daphne looked dead serious. She stared at her father's cock, mouth open, lips ready. Sue squeezed his penis as hard as she could, so that the jet of sperm would shoot out on a fine spray.

"Ahhhhh!" grunted Hamilton. Sparks were practically flying out of his eyes.

His vision seemed to cloud, and he leaned back, riding a wave of pleasurable sensation.

In thick, fast wallops, the sperm flew out of Hamilton's prick. The white, almost frothy liquid gushed out, spraying first Sue Carson's face, then Daphne's, then Tricia's. The three women were dripping with thick clouts of the hot sperm, as Hamilton struggled to break free of Sue's monkey grip on his cock. She was squeezing him so hard, it was almost painful. Hamilton writhed like a fish out of water. Through his half closed eyes, he could see the image of the three naked women, mouths open like goldfish, being drenched with his copious flow of seminal fluid.

Sue directed the semen like she was holding onto a firehose. She let first a little spray on her face, then one sister's, then the other's. They were just about equally coated with the thick come. It coated their lips, ran down their necks, and dripped onto their water-soaked breasts. Relaxing a bit, Sue let the final droplets of sperm drip out of Hamilton's cock. Hamilton was gasping for breath, Daphne licked her lips, cleaning herself of the sticky sperm. On the other hand, Tricia was still jiggling. She also licked up all the semen that was on her body, but she took the whole thing in a more humorous vein.

"Was it good, girls?" asked Sue, with a wry grin on her face.

"Was it ever!" chirped Tricia. Her perky tits bounced back and forth. She had the body of a full grown woman, but her mind was not yet up to snuff. Still, she was an exquisite specimen of femaleness. Her huge tits were full, with not a hint of sag, and her smooth round ass was round and broad, squished as it was against the cool tile on the bottom of the Roman style bath tub. "Nice," added Daphne. She licked her red lips slowly, and winked at her father. Hamilton was again out of it. He had wanted to retain control over the situation, because he wanted to present a strong father image to his daughters, but it seemed as if the women were winning out over him after all. He was nothing but a helpless pawn in their games of rivalry. But, on the other hand, he was getting the full benefit of all of this competition. What more could a man want? He thought about what his friend Jerry had told him, a long time ago. Jerry owned a topless bar, and Hamilton had asked him what he wanted out of life.

"What do I want out of life?" guffawed Jerry, "I'll tell you what I want out of life. The men who come into my bar have their shoes shined, a clean suit on, and a wallet full of money. When they come into my place, they keep the floor clean, they don't fight because they don't want to ruin their suits, and they spend their money. Now I take this money, I make sure I get three square meals a day, three blow-jobs a night, and a color TV. Now you tell me, what else could a man want? Eh?" Jerry had said. On reflecting, Hamilton didn't have a better answer.

Now Hamilton sat in the tub, thinking about this conversation. What else could he want? He had everything, including six color TV's, and he had three beautiful women sucking his cock for as long as he could stand. Hamilton smiled. He was a happy man. He should have given Jerry more credit in the first place, for his accurate, though somewhat crude insights.

Sue Carson was the first to take control over matters, after this orgy of lust. She patted Daphne and Tricia on their rumps, and told them to leave the tub.

"Aww, gee," started Tricia, but Hamilton gave her an angry stare. "Tricia, do as Sue tells you," he said. "We have some important business to discuss," he winked stupidly at Sue.

The two girls left the room, and stalked up to their bedroom. They were once again angry at Sue Carson. Who did that bitch think she was? She had no right to take over her father's life like she was doing. Just because she knew how to suck didn't give her the right to order them around, like she was their mother or something. But while they were grumbling, Sue was busy downstairs, working on their father. She was certainly a conniving little bitch.

"Did you like that, Hamilton?" asked Sue. She had a way of gaining men's favor. She knew that all men's reactions stem from the feelings lodged in their cocks. Accordingly, she kept her hands on Hamilton's cock. Even though he had just been brought to a groaning orgasm, he still responded to her gentle patting and fondling.

"Very nice," he replied.

"Hamilton?" she asked again, increasing the pressure on his penis, to a gentle beat.

"What?" he said.

"Don't you think it's a bad idea?"

"What idea?" he said angrily. What the hell did this bitch want out of him, anyway?

"Fooling around with those two daughters of yours. I know that they're very sexy and all, but isn't it dangerous for a man of your position to be fucking around with his own children? I mean, you could pervert them for the rest of their lives!"

"Who the hell do you think you are?" asked Hamilton angrily. "I'll do whatever the fuck I want with them. They're my daughters, aren't they?"

"Sure, they're your daughters, but you could be perverting them horribly. What will they do when they realize that they can't fuck their father for the rest of their lives? You can't screw them up that way! They'll hate you for it later!" insisted Sue.

"Look, I don't give a shit about it. I'll do what I want, when I want! Is that clear?" said Hamilton loudly, Sue was getting him angry. Who was she to butt into his affairs?

"No, it's not clear. You had better listen to me, or you might just get in a lot of trouble," she said, with a menacing tone in her voice.

"And what's that supposed to mean, Miss High and Mighty? You're a fine person to be moralizing. Who got them started fucking and sucking other women? Who are you to tell me how to raise my own daughters?" he insisted. He was getting quite displeased with this slut. He figured that he might even ask her to leave. I mean, who needed a slut like Sue telling him what to do? She was merely a pest. He was sick of her.