He was with the redhead again. Sarah breathed quietly through her nose, one eye held to the crack in the closet door. It was a walk-in, so she wasn't cramped. The space stretched out behind her, seeming cavernous and empty when all her attention was focused on the scene being enacted on the other side of the door.
Did daddy suspect? Did he think she wouldn't have the nerve to do it after yesterday? She smiled grimly. If he thought what happened yesterday would be a deterrent, then daddy didn't know his little girl at all. Sarah had huddled in her room, as father commanded, throat deliciously raw while she'd relived those few short minutes over and over again.
She wanted to do it once more. She wanted the taste and the feel of her father's cock in her mouth. No, who was she kidding? Not just once more. No way. She wanted to do it repeatedly, frequently. She'd realized last night, for the first time, why she'd never let any of the boys she dated touch her or make out with her. They called Sarah the Ice Princess at school. But it wasn't prudishness or fear that had helped to keep Sarah so stubbornly innocent.
She'd been saving herself for daddy. She wanted him and only him. The trick was how to get him, but after yesterday it shouldn't prove too difficult a task.
The redhead giggled as she pulled her shirt off, jerking Sarah from her thoughts and back into the present. Daddy's lover wasn't wearing a bra and her impressive breasts bounced free. Her nipples were already hard, reminding Sarah of tart raspberries.
Sarah felt a dart of jealousy stab at her heart when she watched her father reach out and cup those white, generous tits. They were so large, so beautiful. She watched, mesmerized, while daddy fondled the woman, how her flesh gave under his ministrations. And she felt lightening low in her belly when daddy leaned down, laving his tongue hungrily over a nipple before taking as much tit into his mouth as possible and suckling.
The redhead went wild, clutching her father's head to her breast and moaning loudly. Daddy stretched her legs apart, slipping his large hands up long, white thighs to the gleaming, red hair nestled at her cunt.
"Wait! Wait, David! You're going too fast." The redhead panted, pulling back and shaking her head.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Daddy asked, his voice strained. "After yesterday?"
"Mmmm, yes. Your naughty daughter interrupted us, didn't she?" The woman smiled wickedly as she unbuttoned daddy's pants with eager fingers. "Why don't you let Lorraine make it up to you, make you forget all about your nasty little girl."
David caught Lorraine's wrists in a tight, hard grip and lifted them away from his swollen crotch. She gasped. Sarah could tell that his grip was too tight, that it was hurting the woman. She smiled in the darkness, feeling satisfaction.
"Come on, David. What's wrong? You've always loved it when I suck your cock. Don't you want to feed it to me?"
David forced Lorraine to turn around, so that her lush round bottom faced him. He still maintained a cruel grip on her wrists, twisting them behind her back. "Today, baby, I'd like to skip all the play and go straight to the fucking."
Lorraine wanted it hard. She enjoyed it when he hurt her. She spread her shapely legs and wiggled her ass up against his crotch. "Do it then. Fuck me."
Sarah held her breath as daddy used one hand to hold Lorraine's wrists while the other unleashed his huge cock. He stroked it a moment, eyes closing momentarily, before shoving it quickly into the tight cunt in front of him.
Lorraine shrieked as pleasure mixed with pain at his roughness.
"Shut up, bitch." He pounded into her violently. Lorraine closed her mouth and moaned low in her throat.
"Do you like that?" He asked her. The wet, slapping sounds of their fucking reached his daughter's tantalized ears. Sarah sighed. She lifted her hands and held them gently against the doorframe. She wanted to be the one. She wanted to be in the redhead's place. She wanted daddy's cock pounding into her untouched pussy like that, hard and hot and greedy.
As if his lover sensed the unseen regard, she said suddenly, "What if your dirty little girl is watching us again David?" She tried to make the question husky, but it came out in lurches with each swift jab of his cock.
He paused, shaft buried deep. He turned his head and gave the closet door a speculative glance. "It is cracked." He said, unmoving, trying to remember if he'd closed it all the way earlier. He could have sworn that he had.
Reluctantly, he began to withdraw. "I'll shut the closet door."
"No." Lorraine protested. "Leave it. I kind of like the thought of your daughter watching us."
"Do you?" David grinned and slapped her ass, leaving a red mark. "What a filthy slut you are!" He started a slow languorous slide now, taking his time, enjoying the tight, wet cunt as he rocked into and out of it.
"Come on, admit it." Lorraine purred as David squeezed her pendulous breasts. "You like the thought too, don't you?"
He increased the pace, balls slapping at Lorraine's ass. "Maybe." He muttered, grabbing her hips and pummeling her.
"Yes," Lorraine closed her eyes, an ecstatic expression on her face. "Do you like watching your daddy fuck me, Sarah? Does it make you horny, seeing daddy's big dick in my pussy? Show her, David, show her how good daddy can be." She was panting now, face pressed into the floor and butt in the air as Sarah's father screwed her from behind.
Sarah felt a tingling down low, an answering wetness between her legs. Jealousy reared its head again. It wasn't fair, and now the Lorraine taunted her while she was trapped alone in the darkness. Lorraine was yelling insensible things, "Yes!" and "Oh, God." And "Fuck me, yes!" and "Your daddy's so good, Sarah. So good."
Her father was moaning too, quietly. Sarah strained, pressing herself firmly against the frame, trying to hear her father underneath the bitch's yelling. Was he saying her name? Sarah's heart lurched, the muscles deep in her virgin pussy tightening.
Yes, he was moaning his daughter's name over and over again. The pace had become feverish. His dick was slimy from Lorraine's juices, bulging and dark. It inspired lust and fear in his daughter, because it was so large and so powerful as it pumped aggressively into the folds of Lorraine's cunt.
Sarah wanted it, ached for it. She backed away from the door and crawled under her father's long coat. It smelled of him. Old Spice. She buried her face in the hanging folds, the material muted the sounds of climax threading through the crack in the closet door. She felt excluded, an outsider, and for an instant wished she were somewhere else. Anywhere else.
