Shirley James - Daddy_s darling

Now that they were all together in the room, the element of surprise had worn off. The sight of the two nude little girls, both eager to service him in any way he pleased, was having a volcanic effect on his already inflated ego. The only problem left was figuring out who got to fuck him. In the morning, Hamilton could sustain, two, maybe three erections within a short space of time. He languished on the bed, his cock dripping slowly, watching carefully all the movements of his two sexy girls.

"Well, now. This is really a surprise for a horny old man. What made you come into my room at such an early hour? I was almost going to leave you alone. I thought that you both had had enough of all this fucking and sucking," he said.

"It was my idea, Daddy," piped up Tricia, thrusting her heavy breasts closer to him with pride, "I decided to suck you off as soon as I got up. I was going to fuck you too, but Daphne spoiled my plan. She wasn't supposed to suck you off all the way. She was supposed to wait, while we fucked you afterwards."

"That's alright, baby," said Hamilton. He pointed to his already recovering cock. "You'll get your chance to suck on it too." Tricia smiled at him, and licked her lips. An innocent gesture, but one full of sexual promise!

At that very second, Uncle Paul stuck his head into the room, "What's all the commotion?" he said, with a bizarre hit to his voice. He was wearing a thin bathrobe, and his prick dangled out through the open slit on the front. Daphne smiled at him, but she remained close to her father, squeezing his prick in her hands. Tricia shot her father an enraged look. She was angry at him for having deserted her, or so it seemed to her. She had engineered his whole morning, and now she couldn't even enjoy the fruits of her labor. She crept up to her father's brother, and knelt before him, wrapping her hands around his waist.

"Would you like to be sucked?" she asked in a loud voice, loud enough for her father to hear her.

"Of course," said Paul. Now that Paul was in Hamilton's good graces, he figured that he could get away with a little incestuous behavior. After all, if Hamilton was fucking and sucking his own daughters, he could do the same. After all, they were his nieces. He sat down on the chair behind him, and gathered her fluffy head into his arms. He felt a shock of pleasure as her warm mouth made contact with his rapidly hardening penis. She started to suck him, even more expertly then she had sucked her father. Her head bobbed up and down with obvious enthusiasm.

Hamilton watched this scene with growing discomfort. His brother was really acting completely out of character. Up until this time, he had always known Paul to be a soft spoken, practical joker, who would never show his sexual feelings in public. It was a mystery to Hamilton. The sight of his little girl mouthing his brother's penis was getting Hamilton inordinately excited. His flaccid cock was getting harder and harder, and he felt Daphne starting to suck harder and harder. The little bitch still wasn't satisfied, he thought. She still wanted another mouthful of sperm! He lazily pumped his cock in and out of her mouth a few times, but his desire mounted faster than she was able to suck. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and nudged Daphne over onto her belly. She lay spraddled on the bed, with her softly rounded ass pointed at him invitingly. With a grunt of pleasure, Hamilton spread the cheeks of her ass, inhaling the fragrant cunt-smell that filled the air. He spit on his fingers and rubbed the glistening saliva up and down her cunt-slit, then he gave her clitoris a few preliminary rubs. Daphne was twitching and shuddering. "Please, Daddy, Daddy!" was all she could say.

Keeping his eye on Tricia who was sucking Paul lustily, Hamilton fit the knob of his violently erect penis into Daphne's wet twitching cunt. She clenched her muscles for a split-second, then she relaxed. At the very instant she let loose, her father's huge cock plunged deep into her cunt. She squirmed frantically, moving first one way and then the other. Her father had thoroughly impaled her on his ramrod-like cock. She was filled up to the hilt with the big, pulsing rod. It was practically driving her crazy with lust. She felt like she would go insane if he kept his cock inside of her any longer.

He held it in deeply for about a minute, then he pulled out slowly. He found a speed, then he settled into it. Slowly and steadily, he rammed his big cock in and out of her pussy. Her hands were bunched up in fists, and she pounded on the bed. Little moans of pleasure escaped from her throat as she wriggled and jounced. She was pinioned under the weight of her father. Hamilton fucked like a horse, with his eyes gogging out of his sockets.

Daphne really liked the way it felt, being fucked from this rear entry position. Her father could hold onto her round warm buttocks as he fucked her, like some sort of smooth handle. She stifled a loud squeal, then she nestled her head into the soft sheets, as the big cock moved in and out of her fragile body. She clenched her teeth, and began to rotate her rear in small circles, rubbing her clit against the hard ridge of her father's shaft.

While he was fucking her with all his might, Hamilton kept a close watch on the activities of his other daughter Tricia. The little bitch was vigorously sucking off his brother Paul. Paul had his head thrown back, his mouth open, and he was muttering and cursing in some of the most vile language that Hamilton had ever heard. That was saying a lot, because Hamilton had heard some of the worst, back in his younger days.

When Tricia lifted her head back slightly, Hamilton knew she was about to consume Paul's orgasmic fluids. She held just the knob of his cock in her mouth, like she was sucking on a nipple, ready to receive his offering. Hamilton pumped harder. Daphne's cunt was sopping wet. He felt her hot cunt juices bubbling inside of her, making a tight, sloshy berth for his blood-gorged penis. When Paul's expression turned to one of rapture, Hamilton also allowed himself to lose control. The two brothers were coming at the same time, one into the cunt of one daughter, and one into the mouth of his brother's daughter. The sound of low gurglings and moaning filled the quiet air of Hamilton's bedroom. Hamilton flopped down on the bed, feeling more dead than alive. He had been utterly drained. He felt like his marrow had been drawn down through his penis.

Paul grinned at his brother, with a peculiar expression on his face. He looked at Daphne, then at Tricia, then back at Daphne. Daphne was laying across her father's bed, with her mouth wide open and her eyes gleaming. Tricia was kneeling between his thighs. Her lips were coated with his milky sperm. Paul smiled, then he simply got up and walked back to his bedroom, leaving Tricia to stare at him with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Uncle Paul!" she screamed. There was no answer.

"You'd better get into bed with me," said Hamilton. Tricia looked at him, trying to determine his mood, but then she decided that she had better be subservient to her father's wishes. She hopped into bed with him, nudging her sister Daphne out of the way, so that she could take her rightful place next to her father. In a small amount of time, Hamilton was fast asleep, with a nude daughter on either side of him. She rolled first one way, then the other, squashing each daughter in turn.

Even though it was morning, Hamilton needed a few extra hours of sleep. All of this unaccustomed sexual activity had worn him out. Besides, he had to take his brother Paul back to the airport at noon. Paul had certainly been acting peculiar; all these years Paul had been acting like the prude of the century, but now Hamilton had finally found out his true nature. Paul had turned out to be just as lecherous and horny as the rest of them.