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Chapter 9 "Give me a shower first," Jenny said. "I want to be naked with you in a shower." "Anything you say, girl." He put down the suitcase they'd bought first thing. "The clerk didn't even blink when I registered as Mr. J. J. Oliver and daughter." "That's because you asked for twin beds," she giggled. "Well have to mess up the other one, too." Laughing with her, her father shucked out of his shirt and she followed suit by peeling off her own. Her young, hard breasts sprang free and her fingers turned anxious at her cutoff tops. She watched her daddy climb from his pants, gone a little bit awkward in quick embarrassment that she also felt. She told herself not to be icky, just because it was daytime and they were alone in a motel room. The only time she had been in a motel before, she had to share a room with Travis, while their parents slept next door. And did other things, she amended; like fucking. Her jeans slid down her legs and she chucked her panties after them. Now she was stripped, and posed proudly for her father's eyes as they roamed over her body. She was glad her tits were high and that she had plenty of honeyblonde pubic hair. It was almost the exact shade as his own, she saw, and was once again amazed and enthralled by the size of his swelling cock. She skipped into the bathroom, grabbing up and unwrapping a bar of motel soap. When she had the water just right, warm and soothing, she stepped into the enclosure and waited for him. He came slowly, still feeling peculiar about the situation, she saw. He was so big, he filled the stall, but she adored the contact her small body made with his, and especially liked the wet nudging of his distended prick. Handing him the soap, she waited breathlessly until he began to slide his hands over her trembling body. It felt marvelous, all slippery and foaming, and she wiggled when he washed Gölbaşı escort her tits. Her nipples got so hard they ached, and she took one wrist to move her daddy's hand on down to her belly. He went between her thighs, manipulating her bubbly pussy, fondling the soft mound with obvious delight. Taking the soap from him, she massaged it over his hairy chest, down to his furry crotch, and played games with his stiff shaft, with his downhanging balls. "C-careful," he warned. "We'd better rinse off now, baby." She stood quietly while he toweled her, his fingers moving lovingly over her sensitized skin, then she did the same for him, her hands lingering between his legs, staring directly up into his eyes. "Damn!" he said. "You're a perfect little bitch. I can read F-U-C-K written plainly in your eyes." She laughed. "Now you're loosening up, daddy. And I want to be your bitch, be perfect for you. Come on--let's go try out that bed." Playfully, they tumbled together on the bed, laughing and tickling each other, grabbing and tenderly mauling. For a few seconds, they were both children, happy and carefree. But when he rolled on top of her, they both stopped playing, and after a bright moment of knowing silence, his mouth descended upon hers. Holding him frantically close, Jenny drew her lips across his, forced her tongue between them, then retreated before the rapid, hungry onslaught of his tongue. Her father shoved his long, thick tongue down her throat, and his big body moved upon hers, his hard cock raking across her heaving tummy. When he broke the long kiss, she panted up at him: "Fuck me this way, on top. I want to get every inch of that gorgeous prick inside me, all the way to the balls." Lifting her knees and spreading her legs, she hiked her pelvis up for him, making it easy for the searching head of his mammoth cock Keçiören escort bayan to find her humid slot. The spongy, but hard core, head probed into her vulva, and her cunt lips stretched to allow it inside them. Carefully, her father pushed the thick, heavy shaft into her writhing body, feeding the pulsing glans inside, forcing her lips to go elastic and make room. "It's going in!" she cried. "The end of your prick is spreading my pussy and going in--oh! Daddy, daddy--" It was alive, she thought; her father's massive cock was alive, a hot, strong rod that was sliding in and in, until she thought it would never stop. She was packed with the luscious meat, filled to capacity with matchless peter, and her inflamed clit thrummed with joy. Bracing his knees against the mattress, her daddy rolled her back upon her shoulders. "You can take it better this way," he panted. "You're wide open to me now. But what a tight little pussy you have, baby. What a hot, narrow little snatch; it's grabbing my prick as if it had fingers, squeezing down on me." "F-fuck me," she gasped. "Pour the prick to me, my sweet daddy! Screw your daughter--" He stroked her, backing out his cock until her cunt lips fought to keep a grip on the flanged head, then thrusting his pole so deep that she thought it was going to tear up into her belly. But she could take it all, and moaned deliriously when his balls swung into the uplifted crack of her ass. Jenny couldn't get her legs around him, so she worked her heels down and dug them into the hollows behind his knees, taking a strong hold there so she could pound her crotch up at him and meet his every surging, churning stroke. Her father seesawed his huge cock into her stretched pussy, hitting bottom with every grinding lurch and making her jerk. She came suddenly, without warning, because there Escort Kızılay was no way she could keep him from massaging her clitoris. Great, rolling waves of her climax broke in her vagina, and she shook her ass violently in response, gritting her teeth and moaning through them. "Hold on, baby," he said. "I'm not far behind you--so tight and boiling in your little pussy--fucking my sweet daughter, fucking my beautiful kid--here it comes!" His discharge thundered hissing into her vagina, sending a deluge of wonderful semen splashing inside her. Her womb tightened, and her asshole snapped shut as the beautiful, greasy stuff rinsed her cunt walls. Her daddy was pumping her full of his come, releasing the physical proof of his love for her, flooding her with his man juice. Jenny worshipped him for it, and sank into a blissful state of drowsiness. She was hardly conscious of his gently taking his weight from her supine body, but she murmured a protest when her father backed his shaft out of her pussy. "Please--don't take it away. I love it so." He kissed her tits, one at a time, and his hand was soft upon the seeping tenderness of her mound. "I worry that I'm too much for you, baby." "Never," she whispered. "Never too much of fucking you, dad." He lay beside her and she turned to put her face against his hairy chest. Through her numbed mind swam the plan, the need to keep this wild family together. Travis was swinging with mom now, catching up for lost time, and she somehow had to bring her daddy to the idea that they should all share each other's love, as well as each other's bodies. Jean, she thought; Jean Marks, the torrid little redhead who practically lived to screw. Would her father be interested in her? He should be; she was attractive enough. It was strange that she didn't feel a twinge of jealousy then, but her main idea was to carry through the plan--and make her daddy happy as she could. It was so much fun, in a triangle. It was silly to be jealous of someone she loved, she decided; to love was to give, and if she could give him more happiness and more excitement by sharing his body with another girl, so be it.