Chapter 9

Dave was so excited that he'd been able to have a normal ... or mostly normal ... conversation with Mable that he told the others all about it when he got back with the cards. They laughed as he described it all to them, and told them what she'd said.

"You're never coming back here!" said Cindy firmly.

Both Denise and Dick thought they knew why. For the first time, it occurred to them that, once they all got back home, Dave and Cindy would be able to do whatever they wanted to ... any time they wanted to do it. Then, for the first time, it occurred to them that they could do the same thing.

For Dick, that thought wasn't earth shaking. While he and Denise might play around, and give each other orgasms, he didn't expect things to change all that much. They'd be closer, but that was all.

Denise, on the other hand, thought about that differently. She was going to let Uncle Dave deflower her, tonight. And, if she liked it ... she'd have her daddy's stiff prick to play with at home too. The thought of that made her wiggle.

The men taught the girls to play Hearts, and the Spades. No one really cared who won. They sat in a circle on the floor, Indian style, starting with the men facing their daughters. That put a girl to each man's side, and those overalls were loose. The men spent as much time sneaking peeks at bare breasts, as they did paying attention to the cards. The girls knew what was going on, but it just made them feel good, and they found ways to let the men see better. One favorite, for both girls, was to run their hands back, pulling their hair into a pony tail. They didn't PUT their hair into a pony tail ... they just held it there. That left the sides of their overalls completely open. Each time they'd say something like "Oh, it's so muggy in here", but the reality was they were showing off for the men.

They broke for lunch, and ate the rest of the hot dogs, along with two boxes of macaroni and cheese. Afterwards, when Dick yawned, and said a nap would be nice, Denise dropped her overalls like a professional stripper.

"I'll take one with you," she said sweetly, before Cindy could claim him.

"And I'll take one with Uncle Dick!" said Cindy, getting naked much less efficiently.

Both girls were intent on revenge, which meant losing their virginity.

Both men assumed their daughters would squeal like pigs, if the other man tried to take that virginity.

If that wasn't enough to undo them all, each man had experienced something with his daughter that had been the next best thing to fucking. For Dave, it had been Cindy's pussy lips, sliding along his prick until he erupted. For Dick, it had been sliding his prick between Denise's pussy lips, until he erupted.

Both men wanted to experience that again. And if, in the process, as they suspected would happen, the girls decided to try a different prick in their pussies ... well then ... it was really the other man's fault for breaking them in ... now wasn't it?

The result was spectacular.

Both girls started by playing with a hard penis. Cindy, who now knew that sucking a penis wasn't bad at all, thought that her saliva would do just as well as soap. When she took Dick's dick in her mouth, he was blown away. Once she had sucked on it for a while, feeling how different it felt, she stroked him. But she didn't want him to spurt. Not yet.

Denise was busy getting her nipples sucked, which was made even better by the thick finger that was in her pussy. She stroked Dave as carefully as she could, in the throes of ecstasy, also not wanting him to spurt and go soft. Not before she could get it in her and taunt Cindy.

Neither girl, though, knew how to go about getting a stiff prick in her pussy. That part was still a mystery to them both. Which was why, when the men took over, they ended up solving the problem.

Dave pulled Denise up onto him, settling her so that her fat pussy lips pressed against the bottom of his iron hard prick. Her full bush felt different than Cindy's sparse, flat pubes. She had bigger breasts too, which meant he could get more in his mouth, and more easily.

Dick did the same thing with Cindy he'd done with Denise, that morning. He pushed his face between her legs and got her bucking up against him, and then moved up to carefully press the bottom of his aching prick between her pussy lips, before beginning to saw back and forth.

The men, lost in the sweet feel of pussy against prick, didn't look at each other. They had their ears to warn them of anything going on that was unwanted, in the other bed.

The girls, brought near to orgasm, but not satisfied, reacted to this new kind of play with delight, knowing that the orgasm that would soon come would be intense. Each had the hard prick very close to where she ultimately wanted it. All they had to do was figure out how to tilt that prick into their pussies.

Call it fate, or kismet, or luck, if you will, but both trains screamed on toward the collision that would change everything for all of them. Both girls now knew enough to recognize the sounds the man they were with made, when he was about to spurt. That both men got there more quickly than the girls expected ... and before the girls got their cookies ... was too bad. It was too bad because both girls knew that they couldn't wait for their own orgasms to mature. Their agenda required that that prick be inside them when it fired.

For Cindy, it was easy. All she had to do was reach down, wait until the knob of Dick's prick was in her pussy opening, and push on it while he rammed forward again.

For Denise it was only marginally harder. She had already figured out that, as long as she was sitting up, it just slid back and forth. She knew that, if she lay down, it would catch. She had felt it catch, when she dropped a nipple into Uncle Dave's mouth.

And so, at virtually the same time, both girls took the action needed to get their revenge on the other.

Both girls were wet and slippery, which is why they wouldn't walk like Samantha Hardbridge had, the day after she let Cody Foster fuck her in the back seat of his car, after a football game. Samantha had been scared to death, and dry as a bone, when Cody rammed her full of impatient teenage cock.

But, wet and slippery as they were, their pussies were still untried, and each of them managed to get a pussy full, all at once, on one frantic thrust. They went from virgin, to balls deep, in about half a second ... and it REALLY hurt.

"OOWWWWW" squealed Cindy, just like a pig.

"OH-SHIT-FUCK-THAT-HURTS!" squealed Denise, just like a pig.

"UHHHHHHHH" groaned each man as hot pussy, wrapped firmly around his prick finished him off.

Dave couldn't do anything about it. Denise's full weight was on him when his prick spat her full of Uncle Dave spunk.

Dick's natural reaction, when he felt Cindy's hand put him in her, was to give her what she wanted, which meant going in and staying in as HIS prick belched ropes of baby makers.

"OWWW UNCLE DICK OWWWWW" complained Cindy.

"OH-SHIT-FUCK-THAT-HURTS!" whined Denise again.

Their cries finally penetrated the brains of their fathers, who finally reacted. Dick pulled out of Cindy, to her immense relief, and bounded up off the bed, his prick dripping. Dave rolled, pushing Denise off his prick, to her immense relief, and he rolled over her to come to his feet, his prick dripping too.

Both men stared at their daughters, both of whom were lying, more or less spread eagled on the bed. Both girl's pussy lips were swollen and red, and cum was dripping out of them.

Animal roars were followed by both men lunging at each other, as combat ensued.

It must be said that, while naked women wrestling in a mud pit may be sexy and fun to watch, naked men wrestling on a dingy motel carpet just doesn't have the same charm.

The girls, of course, still laboring under the same illusions that were causing their fathers to fight, had no idea what was going on, but neither of them wanted their fathers to fight like this, and both bounded up off the beds, their sore pussies forgotten, as they attempted to separate the men.

It wasn't so much the girls' efforts that made the men disengage. It was actually much more the result of each man suddenly feeling another man's naked skin, in very close contact, including the skin of each man's sexual organ. Not only were their pricks pressed against each other, which would have been bad enough, but those pricks were slimy and wet, which was almost unbearable for the men.

Dave ended up sitting on his ass, Cindy's arms around him from behind, pulling him away from Dick. Dick was on his knees, and his daughter was pressed to his back in similar fashion. Everybody was panting, and frowning.

"You son of a BITCH!" growled Dick, glaring at his former friend. "Not only did you force your own daughter, you raped MINE TOO!" He ended up screaming, and tried to lunge forward again, but this time, Denise was ready for him, and pushed him sideways to the floor, landing on top of him. His shoulder drove between her breasts and air whooshed out of her lungs in an agonized groan.

"ME? ME?! YOU'RE FUCKING INSANE!" yelled Dave. "I HEARD MY BABY SCREAM WHEN YOU RAPED HER!"

Dave tried to throw his daughter's arms off of him so he could attack again. In the process he gripped one arm and leaned forward. Cindy's light frame rolled over his shoulder and, with a squawk, she flopped on her back on the carpet between the two men.

"OWWWW STOP IT!" she screamed.

Cindy rolled to her hands and knees and stood up.

"BOTH OF YOU! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" she yelled. She looked at Denise, whose face was gray. She was sitting on her butt, trying to get breath back in her lungs. "Are you OK, Neece?" she asked, worriedly.

Denise held up a hand, her eyes wide, and then got her first good breath of air. Dick moved to look at his daughter, having been given his first clue that his daughter was in some kind of distress.

"DON'T YOU MOVE!" yelled Cindy. "DON'T EITHER OF YOU MOVE!"

She went to help Denise up, and sat her on the edge of the bed, while the girl dragged in deep breaths of air, and her color improved. When she was satisfied that her friend was all right, she turned to the men, who were glowering at each other, but hadn't moved.

"NOW!" she yelled. She realized how quiet it was in the room and lowered her voice. "What's going on? Why are you fighting?"

"Why are we fighting?" asked Dave, his eyes huge. "HE RAPED YOU!"

"NO!" yelled Dick, pointing at Dave. "HE RAPED NEECE!"

Cindy held up both hands, and the men subsided long enough for her to say: "Nobody raped me!"

The men stared at her. She turned to Denise. "Neece, did anybody rape you?"

Denise shook her head, and tried to talk. Her voice was raspy. "I was trying to pay you back. I put him in me. I didn't think it would hurt."

Cindy stared at her friend. "Pay me back?" she asked, her voice high. "What for?"

Denise jutted her jaw out. "You let Uncle Dave fuck you. You broke our pact!"

"No I didn't!" squealed Cindy. "It was the other way around! You let Uncle Dick fuck YOU! You're the one who broke our vow!"

Denise looked stunned. "Daddy never fucked me!" she said.

Cindy frowned. "Well, my Daddy never fucked ME either! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!" she wailed.

Denise looked a little uncertain now. "Cindy, I saw his stuff coming out of you ... this morning ... your pussy was SOAKED with it!"

Cindy looked confused. "No! I rubbed all over him last night, and when he came I rubbed in that too. Then, this morning, when we got up, I saw Uncle Dick's sperm running out of YOU, Neece! There was a string of it hanging from your pussy!" She looked confused. "That's why I put Uncle Dick's dick in my pussy! I was paying YOU back!"

Denise stood up. "No, no, NO!" she said heatedly. "All Daddy did was rub up against me until he came! He didn't go inside me! It got all over my pussy, but it never went inside me!" She looked startled.

As realization came to the women, they both looked down, between their legs. Each one had runnels of thick white spunk leaking from their pussies. They looked back up, and at each other, and then, like it was scripted, looked at each other's pussy.

"You let Daddy fuck you?" asked Cindy, her voice wavering.

"Well, sort of," said Denise. "I didn't exactly tell him I was going to do it. I was just mad at you." She blinked. "And you let my daddy fuck you too!?"

Cindy shook her head. "It was just like with you. I didn't tell him I was going to do that. I just kind of pushed him into me, because I knew he would push, and then I could tell you he was fucking me instead of you."

Dick rolled to his back, and his hands came up to cover his face. He felt exposed, and lifted his knees, resting his heels on the carpet, even though that didn't cover his groin.

"You mean this was all just some kind of stupid mistake?" he moaned.

Dave stiffened. "You can't fuck my daughter and just call it a mistake!" he said hotly.

Dick uncovered his face and lifted his head to look at Dave.

"Dave, did you intentionally fuck Denise?"

"NO!" yelped Dave.

"Then it was a mistake ... wasn't it!"

"Well..." Dave was flustered. "I guess, if you put it that way..."

Cindy's voice was trembling, when she said "Neece ... we're not virgins any more."

Denise looked back at her pussy. "I guess not," she said, some sadness in her voice. "At least it happened at the same time," she said dully.

Cindy jerked, and then looked up. Her face changed. "NEECE!" she squealed. "It DID happen at the same time! We did it at the same TIME, Neece! We DIDN'T break our vow!"

Denise smiled, but it was a tired smile.

"That's one of the things I like about you the most, Cindy. You always try to see the bright side of things. But we're not married, and we're certainly not on our honeymoons."

"I know that!" said Cindy, waving a hand. "But at least we did it with someone we love, and we did it at the same time. It's almost like we planned."

"Yeah," said Denise, her voice still subdued. "But it was awful. I never felt anything like that. If that's sex, I don't think I'm all that interested in it any more."

"Oh..." said Cindy, deflating. "You're right about that. It hurt a LOT!"

"Hey!" objected Dave, his male pride damaged. "If you two would have told us what you were doing, things wouldn't have happened that way. You went about it all wrong! Neece, I'd have made you go lots slower if I'd known you were still a virgin!"

"He's right!" said Dick, also in defense of males everywhere. "Cindy, I'd never had just shoved it in you like that if I'd known. Not the first time, anyway. Of COURSE it hurt! You weren't ready!"

"I thought I was ready," said Cindy, her face clouding up. "And I didn't think it would hurt. You'd already done it to Neece, and she didn't scream or anything." She blinked. "Oh yeah ... we were wrong about that." She frowned, and looked at her father. "Daddy ... YOU'RE the one who convinced me that Uncle Dick had fucked Neece! You pointed it all out!"

Dave looked uncomfortable. "Well? It looked that way to me too!"

Denise perked up, looking at her father. "And it was YOU who got me out of bed to go look at Cindy's pussy! You made me think she'd let Uncle Dave fuck her!"

"Baby," objected Dick. "It wasn't like that. We both thought the same thing, honey!"

"You should have known!" grumbled Denise. She might have been young, but she'd already mastered the female trait of making everything the man's fault, whenever possible.

"I hate this fucking town," moaned Dave.

"This town didn't fuck us," said his daughter grimly. "You two did!"

"Wait a minute!" said Dick, coming to his friend's defense. "You two just admitted that you got us to fuck you on purpose!"

"Yeah," said Cindy, blithely, "but that was only because you convinced us that we had already been fucked!" She blinked, and looked uncertain that she'd said what she meant to say.

"Well, you've been fucked now," said Dave, heavily. "That can't be undone, no matter whose fault it was."

"We're not virgins any more," said Denise. Her voice had that dreamy quality ... not that it was a good dream. She looked over at Cindy, between her legs. "That's my daddy's sperm," she said.

Cindy looked down. "It is," she said. Her voice had a slightly different quality. It was one of dawning understanding. "And that's MY daddy's sperm!" she said, pointing at Denise's pussy.

Suddenly, the girls were hugging each other. Unlike the men, they didn't mind the naked flesh of the other. Tears flowed and they babbled. Both men were devastated by the obvious sorrow of their daughters, and came up from the floor to stand, hovering about the women, feeling helpless and guilty.

It took a minute and a half for the men to realize that the tears weren't necessarily ones of sorrow. Some of that was because they couldn't understand the girls, who were talking at the same time, and whose voices were close enough in timbre that it was hard to tell who was saying what little could be understood. Part of it was because, to men, tears are always assumed to mean pain. Eventually, though, the men noticed that there were smiles, along with the tears, and snippets of what was being said began to become clear, even if they didn't all make sense.

" ... always wanted it to be together..."

" ... I love him so much..."

" ... so glad it was your daddy..."

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