We gathered as much of Gina and Harriet's clothing as we could find and then, partially dressed as well as we could manage, we made a bare-assed Wendy ferry us to the Wilsons' house in the Porsche. I had to give Gina my shorts because we couldn't find either her bikini bottoms or her sarong and she didn't want to wear any of Wendy's stuff. I sat in the front of the car with Wendy and watched my glistening cum seep out of her pussy and stain her seat as she drove.
Wilson was out somewhere, probably playing golf, because the BMW wasn't in the garage. Wendy got out of the car with us and begged me to be allowed to stay. She even dropped to her knees in front of me on the garage floor and pulled my Calvin Klein's down to try to get my cock in her mouth.
"My, my!" Gina murmured, taking Wendy by the hair and rubbing the girl's face into my genitals. "It looks like somebody's fallen in love with Senzangakona's big black dick!"
"Hmmmm!" Harriet mused; pushing Wendy on the shoulder with her foot and making her tumble prostrate onto the concrete. "Let's face it, she is pretty good in bed. And daddy would enjoy her too. Let her stay?" She looked enquiringly at her sister.
Gina shrugged, "Oh sure! I know you can't get enough of her pussy, sister mine! Yep, I say let her stay. What about you?" Gina looked to me.
A curtain was being pulled aside to reveal things about these two that I had never suspected. I wanted to know more. "Yes, let her stay, "I agreed.
We were cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothes when Wilson got back just after dusk. Wendy also driven us down to pick up the beach buggy and to take me to a clinic to get stitches put in the two cuts on the back and side of my head, twenty-eight in all.
"Bart, the guy who was trying the fuck my ass, was the one who sapped you. He hit you for the second time when you were down, " Gina told me as we left the clinic, "we thought he'd killed you."
"No chance, that's all good African bone!" I joked, then winced with the pain from unthinkingly tapping my head near one of the sets of stitches. Nevertheless, I was kind of pleased that the likelihood of Bart ever fathering children, or even getting an erection again was somewhat remote. I gave it everything when I smashed him in the balls.
Wilson was all for calling the cops when he learned of the day's events, but allowed himself to be persuaded against it by his two lovely daughters rubbing sexily against him and generally making themselves irresistible.
"It's not as if Harriet and I hadn't slept with Justin and Wendy and their gang before," Gina told him, sticking her tongue in his ear. "They thought that Jonathon had left us for good when he ran off and just wanted us to party with them this afternoon. They particularly like watching Harriet and me getting it on with Wendy and her dyke friend Jodie before they join in. They only went ballistic when we said 'no' because Jonathon was coming back.
"And our hero turned into a full-on Zulu warrior and took them to pieces big time. You should have seen him; he was awesome! Several of them will be in hospital for days; he hurt them so badly. But they won't make any trouble. Rape is something their families won't want let out in public.
"Besides, sweet daddy, we've got a special present for you…"
Gina told her father to wait where he was, and then she left the room. A few moments later she came back with Wendy, who was utterly naked apart from a wide, steel-studded leather dog collar around her neck attached to a halter. She took the girl right up to her father and made him bend down so that all three of their heads were close together and whispered something that Harriet and I could not catch. Wilson grinned broadly and took the halter from his daughter to lead Wendy from the room.
"What did you say to him?" Harriet asked her sister when the couple had left.
"Only the truth…that Wendy loves it up the ass." She smiled at me, "That's the only thing Harriet and I don't do, and why Bart was so intent on doing it to me this afternoon, I guess. But…" She licked her lips and looked towards my groin, "with a tiny bit of persuasion I might change my mind."
Gina linked her arms with her sister's and mine, "C'mon, daddy should be all lubed up with K-Y by now and ready to rock. Let's go and see!"
Wilson was indeed 'ready to rock', as Gina had put it. He was kneeling naked on his bed behind Wendy, who was poised on her hands and knees awaiting his anal assault. Wilson's long fat cock stuck out all shiny with the lubricating jelly from beneath his pendulous, hairy belly and it looked as though he was about to start pushing it into her equally lubed-up asshole. And The Man didn't bat an eyelid when his two daughters and I trooped into his room to watch!
Harriet pressed her soft pillows against my arm and whispered into my ear, "This is gonna be new territory for Miss Wendy. Bart gives it to her in the ass quite a lot, he can't get a hard-on for 'normal' sex, but his dick is nowhere near as big as daddy's is."
That proved to be the case at first. Wendy whimpered and howled with pain as Wilson forced his way past her sphincter, but soon he was buried deep in her rectum and she was riding his shaft and letting out low, guttural moans of pleasure.
"I told you she loves it up the ass," Gina murmured quietly. She was licking her lips continually. Her eyes shone brightly, transfixed at the sight of the writhing couple. "That is soooo hot!" she sighed.
Wilson pulled at Wendy's collar, forcing her head back. She arched her spine, impaling her body harder on Wilson's thrusting cock. "Aaaaargh, yes, Master!" she groaned, "You're cock is so awesome! Fuck me good, Master! Fill my belly with your cum! But not too soon!"
Gina let out a sobbing sigh and her knees seemed to buckle a little. Harriet moved alongside her utterly distracted sister. For a few moments, she supported Gina with an arm around her waist, but then I saw her free hand dextrously undo the brass button at her waist and slide Gina's zipper down. I fully expected to see Harriet's hand disappear into the front of her sister's panties, but I was wrong. She moved her arm from around Gina's waist and began pushing her jeans and panties down at the back, slowly revealing the top of her firm, white, rounded buns and the deep cleft between them.
I held my breath as Harriet pushed Gina's jeans and panties down further. She slid her hand into Gina's panties, pressing her fingers down and between Gina's cheeks. Harriet's hand moved lower and under. Gina moaned softly. I could see by her position and her movements that Harriet was caressing her sister's anal pucker.
Gina leaned against her taller sibling, "Ohhhh, stop it, Harriet, you're making me so wet!" she sighed.
