Chapter 9

Angela found Joanne sitting in the living room leafing through the pages of a magazine and looking bored. Her expression brightened when the voluptuous woman walked in smiling, her supple curves snugly packed in the abbreviated maid’s outfit.

“You got the job!” Joanne guessed by the delighted look in Angela’s eyes.

“I got just what I wanted,” she replied, her grin growing wider.

“I’m so glad! He was with you such a long time, I started to worry.”

“Everything is fine,” she assured the young blonde. “Now your father would like you to show me his bedroom upstairs.”

“He wants you to start working’ right now?”

“You might say that, yes.” Angela’s expression was impish, but Joanne failed to notice. She was leading the way up a broad staircase.

The bedroom was enormous, tastefully furnished with a masculine touch. Glen’s bed was larger than king-sized. Being a large man, he liked plenty of room to stretch out, and rarely alone.

Angela looked into the adjoining bathroom and saw a sunken tub large enough to hold three or four people comfortably.

“Hhhmmm,” she said. “Your father asked me to clean up, so why don’t we start with each other?”

Angela began running hot water into the tub.

“You mean take a bath together?” Joanne giggled anxiously. “That sounds like fun if you’re sure daddy won’t mind.”

“I’m quite sure he won’t. Your father and I seem to understand each other perfectly.”

“I’ve got some bath oil in my room, let me get it while the tub fills. It’s scented like a warm pussy. I always feel sexy when I use it.”

“That sounds like a good idea, Joanne. But hurry.”

The young blonde was back soon, and both of them had undressed by the time the tub filled. Joanne coiled her long blonde hair atop her head so it wouldn’t get soaked. The long strands looked like a golden crown.

A bench-like seat ringed the inside of the tub. When seated on that, the water came up to their waists. They began by rubbing the scented musk oil all over each other’s tits. Joanne liked fondling Angela’s big tits, and Angela found the blonde’s firm, sharp young tits equally entrancing.

Sleek oil made their fingers glide smoothly. The stimulation was intense. Their nipples were gorged with lusty blood and nerves triggered glowing warmth in the depths of their submerged cunts.

“There’s one of those whirlpool things in here,” Joanne said. “Let me turn it on.”

The water swirled all around them. They slipped down off the bench to sit on the floor of the tub in swirling water that came up to their necks.

Joanne swayed and purred. “Isn’t this great? It’s like having a dozen handsome guys feeling you all over.”

“It’s very pleasant,” Angela agreed. “A nice way to warm up and relax, but I’d rather finish with one real man.”

“Me too now that you mention it. I didn’t get nearly enough from Danny before Frank came home.”

“Well, we’ll both be seeing him again before long. I’ve already talked to your father about that, and Danny is welcome to visit here anytime.”

“Hhhmmm.” Joanne stirred anxiously in the swirling bath. “There’s outlets for the spray all around the bottom rim. Snuggle your pussy up close to one and you’ll feel a jetting blast like it might come from an elephant’s big cock.”

“You have quite a thing for big cocks, don’t you?” Angela asked, only seeming to be curious, not leading up to something the girl didn’t expect.

“Yeah, I sure do. Danny’s was just great!”

“There are men who are larger,” she cautioned with a lewd grin. “Some of them much larger.”

“Really?” Joanne giggled and pressed closer to the bubbling jet stream of water stimulating her tender young pussy. “I’m not sure I could stand one that was much larger.”

Angela grinned slyly. “I guess we should get out and get dried off now.”

The musky cunt scent lingered faintly on them both even after they’d towelled themselves dry. It made them both anxious, and they looked at each other.

“I think we’ve got time for some sixty-nine,” Angela said. “Lie down on the bed, Joanne. I’ll eat your cunt while you eat mine.”

“Sounds better than a whirlpool bath to me,” the girl agreed, letting her long golden hair down and tossing her head to straighten the long strands.

Angela straddled her face and bent down over the blonde’s slender pink-lipped cunt. Its color was brighter than ever because of the way it had been stimulated by the rushing water flow.

She kissed Joanne’s slender cunt mound and nibbled at her golden curls. Angela lowered her own dark-haired pussy within reach of the girl’s tongue at the same time.

Joanne reached up and said, “Yuuummm,” after lapping between her puffed lips. Soon they were locked pussy on mouth, mouth on cunt, both gasping and squirming in lesbian delight.

“I love to eat your sweet young cunt,” Angela exclaimed.

“I like sucking yours too,.” the blonde said. “It has such a rich and mellow taste! Hhhmm, I think there are still some traces of cum in it.”

“There might be,” Angela said between cunt-lapping gulps.

“It must have been shot really deep not to have washed out right away in that whirlpool bath.”

“Yes, it was shot really deep. Your father has an enormous long prick.”

“My father? Really? He fucked you? Is that what took so long?” Questions bubbled more rapidly than the whirlpool stream.

“Yes, dear, your father fucked me. And now he’s decided to fuck someone else.”

“You don’t mind that?” Joanne asked incredulously.

“No, I don’t mind. I told you, your father and I seem to understand each other perfectly. That’s why I’ve been eating and sucking your cunt ... to get it nice and hot for him.”

“Me?” she gasped. “My father wants to fuck me?”

Glen answered before Angela could. He had entered the room several minutes before, but neither of the women had looked up enough to notice. He was standing naked at the foot of the bed, his big cock standing rigidly at attention.

Joanne saw his cock. “Oh, my God!”

“What’s the matter?” he asked “You left a week ago to chase after cock and now you’ve got a big one right here at home.”

“It’s-it’s too big,” she said, wincing. “And besides, you’re my father.”

“I thought you liked older men. Angela’s former husband must be almost my age.”

“Yes, but he’s not my father. That’s a terrible sin!”

“You thought it was exciting when Danny told you about fucking his mother. Why shouldn’t I find it exciting to think about fucking you?”

“I-I don’t know. I’m just scared, that’s all.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Angela said. “Glen is a great lover.”

Joanne moaned, her pretty young face twisted in dismay.

Glen climbed up on the bed, maneuvering his powerful frame into position between Joanne’s shapely legs.

“Oh, speaking of Danny,” he said to Angela. “He’s waiting to see you in the living room.”

“Danny? How did he find us here?”

“He saw you getting into the cab, got the number and found it again when the driver went back on his regular rounds.”

Angela smiled. “Oooh, well let him wait. I would rather watch the two of you if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind a bit, do you, Joanne?” Joanne whimpered, remembering some of the things she and Frank had put Angela through. Joanne knew-it would do no good to object or try resisting her father. He could easily overpower her alone-and, if not, Angela would surely help him.

“N-n-no, I don’t mind,” she said resignedly. “Good!” Glen began wetting his huge cockhead by stroking it up and down in the slender mouth of his young daughter’s cunt. Angela’s licking and sucking had brought plenty of warm honey to the surface of her golden-haired pussy, slit.

“Hhhooo, daddy ... it’s too big and hot!”

“You’ll love it,” he said with assurance. He was easing his cock into her, making her eyes bulge and blink as a stricken look paled her face.

“I’m glad Angela got you started. Your pussy might have been too tight and dry without her help.”

“Haaagh! Daddy, you’re hurting me!”

“Angela tells me that a little pain makes pleasure more intense. And she should know, you treated her to enough-”

“I know. And I’m sorry. No more, please!”

Glen slowed the entry of his giant cock.

“Did she stop tormenting you when you asked her to?” he asked Angela.

“No, she delighted in doing more.”

“Just as I thought.” Glen eased back and drove his cock in to the hilt.

“Haaagggh!” Joanne’s small hands clenched into fists and beat on the bed. Her heels kicked, her body writhed beneath Glen’s crushing weight.

“Keep it up, he said. “I love the way it makes your pussy squirm.

He began pumping in and out with a relaxed, gliding rhythm. Joanne’s head tossed in a swirling cloud of long golden hair. She screamed and didn’t stop until he’d made four or five full fuck strokes. Then her voice choked off in a pathetic sob and she began to moan.

“Hhhooo, God! Ooooh, good! Your cock does wonderful and terrible things to my cunt!”

“I knew you’d like it.”

“If it doesn’t kill me I’m going to love it!” Glen laughed, increasing the speed of his lengthy cock thrusts. Angela watched, entranced by the way his meaty prick strained Joanne’s cunt, punching in her slender pussy lips as he drove in.

She watched until the girl was giggling and purring anxiously with her legs raised and scissored around her father’s waist.

Joanne hugged his neck, kissed him passionately. “Fuck me, Daddy! Ooooh, I want your big cock now!”