David Crane - Turned on twins

But his rational mind did not hold sway. Fucking his daughter had been so wonderful that already the horny fellow was wondering if he would be able to fuck her again… if this had been a one-shot deal or if they would now work out some sort of permanent arrangement.

He gazed at her face.

She was smiling happily and contentedly. "Maybe… we shouldn't have," he said.

"Don't be silly… I loved it."

"You don't have any… regrets?"

"Oh, sure," she said.

He stared at her, worried.

"I regret that we finished so soon," she said. "I could sure use a lot more of your big dick…"

His pecker, which was still stuck up her gash, began to quiver and tremble as a brand new dose of passion flooded his cock and balls.

"Ooooh," she said, eyes wide, as she felt his dick start to renew itself, rising like some phallic phoenix from the fires of his passion.

Her pussy began to heat again, too.

"Oh, Daddy!" cried the happy girl. "I'm so glad that we're going to be fucking all the time! Why, I'll never have to screw the hired help again!"

Anderson saw that as a definite benefit. He wished that he had thought of it before. Why, he could even justify screwing his daughter when he thought of it that way… that he was simply helping her to remain pure and chaste and not to fuck base-born working men or resort to sordid sessions on a rubber dick…

Ignorant people might think it was incest, but Charity and he knew better!

"Will we… all the time?" he asked.

"Ummm… whenever you want to…"

That was all the time.

Now, for instance. As he turned his daughter gently over onto her back and rolled onto her, belly to belly. His cock was still up her gash, still vibrant with potency, and he began to feed it to her slowly and steadily, the urgency gone now, both of them ready and eager to linger over the joys of some long, slow fucking.

He corkscrewed in.

She pushed her crotch down, meeting his thrust with equal desire and taking his dick far up her hole.

They screwed at that leisurely tempo for a long time. Then they were both climbing towards the heights again and Anderson began to shovel the dong to his daughter like a stoker feeding fuel to a fiery furnace. And dousing those flames, in due course, with yet another load of foam from his fat hose.

She squirmed as he poured his phallic fire piston into her combustible pussy and added her own flammable juices to the heavy and turbulent flood that filled her cunt.

They clung together, waiting for passion to rise once more, intent on fucking the day away.

Somewhere a clock chimed. It was four o'clock.

But Charity had forgotten all about her appointment with the kidnappers.

Tony wanted privacy to talk with King Kelly. It was not the sort of scheme one discussed in public. On the other hand though, he didn't want to find himself in some secluded spot where, if the plan did not appeal to them, the hoodlums would be free to give him a beating. Driving back to town, he considered this and decided on the City Park. There were mounted policemen there, mainly to guard against vandalism; it should be fairly safe. He telephoned from a phone booth.

"Hah!" said Kelly, when Tony had identified himself. "I figured you'd come up with the dough, once my boys and I started taking the vigorish off your old lady."

Tony winced. He knew that vigorish was merely a loan shark's word for interest, but the word seemed remarkably dirty when applied to what they'd done to Dolly. He had a flash of those three villains pounding the pork into the girl with vigor.

"Errr… I don't have it, exactly."

"Yeah? Well, tomorrow your girl gets plenty more dick, in that case and when we get our hands on you, you deadbeat."

"But I can get it. Kelly, I have a little scheme going."

"Bullshit!"

"But I need your help."

"A doctor is what you're gonna need."

"It's worth more than I owe you, Kelly, maybe twenty-five grand to you."

Kelly breathed wordlessly down the connection.

"I want to discuss it with you." Kelly paused. "In person?"

"Yes."

"All right. Where?"

"I'll meet you in the park… just by the statue of General Grant on his horse."

"That the one with the pigeon shit on it?" Tony was surprised that King Kelly knew so much about the design of the park.

"That's the one," he said.

"Ten minutes," said Kelly.

Chain smoking nervously, Tony waited on a wooden slat bench. Behind him, General Grant sat astride his rearing horse. Grant's sword was extended, as if to ward off the pigeons that defiled him. But the pigeons kept coming. They kept shitting. This bronze Grant must have known how Lee felt when the Union troops just kept coming. Off to the side, a mounted policeman walked his horse slowly down the bridal path, out of earshot but in sight. The policeman, too, was covered with pigeon shit. But his presence gave Tony confidence. Tony found it amusing that he should welcome the nearness of the law as he set about his illegal scheme.

Plenty of sexy girls strolled past the bench, hips swinging, all ass and tits and elaborate hair, but Tony was so nervous that he didn't even get a hard-on.

Then King Kelly and his two strong-arm men came walking over the grass.

Tony lighted yet another cigarette and waited. They walked up to the bench. Ike was looking at his legs and Frank was looking at his dick but Kelly looked him in the eye.

"Sit down," said Tony. Then he told them of his plan.

"It sounds good, kid," said Kelly, "as long as you're giving it to me straight… that the broad is willing."

"Absolutely."

"Let me get it right, now. All we got to do is pick her up. She comes willingly, but she gives a yell so the gardener thinks she's been snatched. Then you make the ransom arrangements, so we got no worries about getting nabbed when we make the pick-up."

"Yeah it sounds pretty good." Tony sighed.

"We'll do it," Kelly said.

Frank looked glum, his sadistic pleasure curtailed.

Ike, whose pleasures were of a different nature, said, "Can we rape the broad?"

Tony paused. Then he shrugged. What the hell, there was no point in deceiving them about that, for nymphomanical Charity would soon enough make her availability known.

"Yeah," he said. "She's counting on it."

"This sounds better and better," said King Kelly.

The four men left the park together. Dapper King Kelly had birdshit on his hat.

"Okay, she'll come walking down that path in about fifteen minutes," Tony said, as he pointed out the spot where they could snatch Charity in sight of the gardener-witness. "You wait here. I'll go on up to the house now, so that I'll be there when the ransom note is found and can offer to be the go-between."

Kelly nodded.

Tony got back in his own car and drove back down the road to approach the house from the other side of the grounds. As he drove up the broad driveway, he saw Charity leave by the front door and head for the garden.

At least, he thought it was Charity.

At five minutes to four, Chastity thought, well, my little plan worked like a dream. Father's still in Charity's room. He must be giving her hell!

In fact, he was giving her cock, but the effect was the same on Chastity's deception.

Chastity was wearing a cotton dress and walking boots. For the first time in her life, she wore no panties or bra. There was no point in complicating things, she figured.

She left the house and saw Tony's car approaching, but ignored it. Boy! Is he in for a surprise, she thought.

And I am in for some cock!

The big black sedan pulled up alongside the walking girl. She ignored it. The back door opened and a huge, apelike man got out. He took her arm.

"What on earth are you doing?" she said, frostily.