Ron Evans - Daughter joins the orgy

"I'm cumming… I'm cumming…" he grunted.

He raised his hips off the bed and Ken saw Rusty's throat muscles ripple as he poured his jism into her mouth and she swallowed it down. She sucked and swallowed for a long time.

From the doorway, Ken watched wide-eyed as his daughter crawled up over Paul's trembling body and kissed him with her cum-soaked lips. Closing the door softly, Ken returned to his bedroom, his visit to the bathroom forgotten.

He paused before going back to Valerie, standing in the hallway with a long, fat hard-on. What he was thinking caused his prick to twitch and jerk frantically.

Ken thought about it all the next day at the office. Early that afternoon, Valerie called to say that she was visiting an old girlfriend and probably wouldn't be home in time to prepare dinner. Also, Paul was attending a football game and wouldn't be home until late. Could he and Rusty manage to rustle up something for themselves?

He told her not to hurry, he and Rusty would get along just fine. No sooner had he hung up the phone than he left the office, telling his secretary that he was going home for the rest of the day and didn't wish to be disturbed.

He got home a good half an hour before Rusty and was waiting for her in the living room. He wasn't quite sure how he was going to handle it, but he was certain that he wasn't about to let this kind of a chance go by without taking a shot at it.

When the time came, he decided on the direct approach.

"Rusty, come here. I've something to say to you, young lady, and I'll thank you not to interrupt until I'm finished."

"Okay, Daddy." She was watching him closely, unsure of herself. Although be didn't know it, she already had a pretty good idea of what he was going try. What she wasn't sure about was how much he knew. Did he know about Valerie and her, or about her and Paul? Or about Valerie and Paul? Or perhaps he knew about all three of them? And what would he do about whatever he knew?

He answered her questions quickly. "I know all about you and your brother, Rusty. I was going to the bathroom last night and I peeked into his room and saw you giving him head. I'm taking it for panted that last night wasn't the first time. Was it?"

"No, Daddy," she said meekly, studying him closely.

"I haven't said anything about this to your mother. I think we can manage to keep it just between the two of us. And I don't think it'll be necessary for, you to mention this conversation to Paul. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy, if you say so. What… what are you going do to me, Daddy?"

Ken stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt. "Nothing that my son hasn't already done to you," he told her with a smile.

Rusty watched her father undressing with unbelieving eyes. When he was standing in front of her completely naked, his long, thick cock jutting up hard and aroused from his hairy crotch, she smiled, finally understanding. He had found out about her and Paul, the same way she had found out about Paul and Valerie, and now he was cutting himself in on the action with her, the same as she had done with Paul. It was like a chain reaction, each link leading straight to the next.

Ken moved over to where she was standing and began to unbutton her blouse. Pushing it back over her soft shoulders, he discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits stood up high and proud, the pink nipples already stiff and swollen. Then he removed her skirt and shoes and rolled her tiny panties down and pulled them off.

Squatting in front of her, he stared at the delicious-looking lips of her adorable young pussy. Then he stood up, scooping his daughter up in his arms and carrying her into her bedroom.

"Oh, Daddy!" Rusty squealed happily.

Lying her down on her own bed, Ken knelt between her long legs and started running his lips and tongue up over the warm, smooth flesh of her inner thighs, beginning at the knees and slowly working his way up to the hairy mound of her cunt.

"Oh, Daddy!" Rusty cooed, stretching her legs out toward either side of the bed and giving him complete freedom of access to her quivering young cunt. "Suck me, Daddy, please, suck my little pussy!"

Still moving slowly, he ran the tip of his tongue lightly over the sweet-scented gash, teasing at the fleshy folds of pink meat. Completely ignoring her pleas, he continued to tickle the sensitive lips of her cunt with just the tip of his tongue, torturing his lovely young daughter deliciously.

"Please, Daddy!" she begged, squirming her ass around on the bed and humping her juicy crotch into his face. "Please, suck me, Daddy! Stick your tongue right into my snatch!"

Ken suddenly mashed his open mouth down over her oily cuntcrack, covering her shivering hole with his lips and drilling his long, wet tongue deep into the sloshy depths of her fuckhole. He flicked his tongue over the hot, slippery walls of her pussy in a slow, steady tempo, trying to replace her tasty slitjuice with his own saliva.

"Oohhh, Daddy, you sweet cuntlapper!" Rusty cried, coiling her warm thighs tightly around his head. "That feels sooo goooood!"

Rusty had no thoughts that what her father was doing could be either depraved or perverted. She knew about incest, but she just couldn't bring herself to care very much about it. What they were doing together was so beautiful and wonderful that it just couldn't be evil, or even too awfully wrong.

She heaved herself up against the long, skilled tongue that was plowing in and out of her drooling pussyslit, and the fact that the tongue, was her father's didn't bother her in the least, any more than it had when the tongue had been her brother's or her mother's.

"Is Paul this good with his tongue?" Ken murmured between wet swipes at her cunt.

"No, not quite," Rusty giggled. "But he's gettin' better all the time!" She was tempted to tell him that his own wife was better than both of them, but she couldn't take a chance on his reaction, to news like that.

Ken had a sudden plan, one that would call for him to maneuver his daughter right up to the brink of a climax, but without letting her cum.

He pursed his lips and gently sucked on her stiff young clit, diddling the round nubbin with the end of his tongue. He felt his daughter's luscious young body twitch and quiver with horny excitement. He held the fat lips of her cunt open with his thumbs and lashed away ruthlessly at her swollen clitbud.

"Oh, sweet Jesus. Christ!" Rusty shrieked loudly. "That's wonderful, Daddy, just fuckin' wonderful!"

Her lusty father continued using his tongue slowly and lightly on her clit, taking a long, slurping lick deep inside her juicy cunthole every now and then. His lips and chin were soaked with the thick, musky slitcream that overflowed her drooling pussy.

Momentarily lifting his face from between her smooth, firmly muscled thighs, he grinned up at her. "I've got a little surprise for you, baby!" he told her casually.

"Oohhhh," she squealed girlishly. "What is it, Daddy?"

"If I told you now, it wouldn't be a surprise," he answered, shoving his face down against her crotch and resuming his feverish activities with his mouth and tongue, lapping at her tender clit and slurping up the gooey juices that flooded her pussy.

A few moments later he heard her grunt and squeal. Then she whimpered loudly, "Oh, shit! I can't take any more! I'm gonna cum! I have to! I'm fuckin' gonna cum! Uuuhhhhh!"

Rusty's sleek legs flopped down onto the bed, twitching madly as she approached her shattering orgasm. Just as she was about to cum and drench her father's tongue in cuntjuice, he pulled his mouth off her cunt and sat up on the edge of the bed.

"Oohhh, Daddy, why did you stop?" Rusty whimpered. "I was almost ready to cum!"

"It's time for my surprise, baby," Ken told her.