To Recap: A whole bunch of people are having sex and a whole bunch are sill being left out. Some who should have been told have not, and some who shouldn't know have found out. The truth is that there is really too much to recap.
But, when last we saw the Porter kids, Danny and Elaine, they were slumbering in each other's arms along side their dear friend, Cathy Burton. Cathy, whose own incestuous family didn't see fit to invite her into the fold, made herself a new fuck family at the Porter house. She likes it there just fine.
PART SIX: FATHER'S DAY
CHAPTER ONE, Cathy's Nocturnal Encounter
Cathy Burton woke at about three a.m. and rolled carefully out of bed to avoid waking her friend, Elaine, and her brother, Danny, who were sleeping in each other's arms beside her. She needed to pee, and tip-toed into the bathroom to take care of her needs. Once in the confines of the small room, she became aware of her smell. She smelled of sweat and used cunt, and she didn't consider that to be a very becoming odor.
She ran the shower hot and stepped in under the spray, soaping herself liberally and washing very completely. Cathy enjoyed every moment of her cleansing, and even managed to give herself a small thrill with the removable shower head before she was done.
Robert Porter woke up shortly after Cathy, and he went downstairs in his boxer shorts thinking to make himself a ham sandwich from some of the left over food from Elaine's graduation party. He heard the shower running and wondered what was going on that had the kids showering in the middle of the night. Deciding that it wasn't his concern, Robert continued down to the kitchen.
When Cathy was finished, and had toweled her hair mostly dry, she emerged into Elaine's room thinking that she might want to wake them up to continue the threesome they'd so enjoyed last night. No, they looked so sweet wrapped up in each other that she couldn't bear to disturb them. But she was awake now, and she was thirsty.
Cathy couldn't find her black thong, but she did find the tee shirt she'd been wearing before their sexual adventure began. She put it on and slipped out of the room quietly. Maybe they had something to eat down there, too.
The kitchen light was on when Cathy got to the door, and she peered around the door frame. Elaine's dad was at the counter buttering a slice of bread, and Cathy watched him for a moment. Seen in profile, Cathy could see that his dong was just a little bit excited, and it made a nice little mound on the front of his boxers that moved when he worked on his sandwich. He had a good body for someone in his forties, she thought. It was a body much like his son's, if a bit thicker, with a sprinkling of hair on his chest and tight abs under well defined pecs.
Cathy felt herself growing moist, and then she remembered that she hadn't put on any underwear and the tee shirt stopped at least an inch above the lips of her shaved pussy. Maybe she should back away before it was too late.
Mr. Porter turned, catching glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye, and then spun to look at her fully. His cock reacted just as quickly, leaping up half erect against his boxers as he saw the comely 18 year-old and her bare pudendum.
"Cathy?" he said. "I forgot you were here. I'm sorry, but I . . ."
"I was thirsty," she said. She walked into the kitchen then, smiling, doing nothing to cover herself. "Thought maybe you had some water in the fridge. Now I think maybe you've got something else to drink."
"What?" Robert asked, backing away until he was against the counter.
Cathy walked right up to him then, smiling. "Maybe I can get a little drink here," she said, and she grasped his cock through his boxers.
"Oh, no, now Cathy you can't do that. You're so young."
"I'm legal in every state of the union," she said, unsure if that was true but knowing it was in this state. "And you're a good looking man."
"Stop that, Cathy." Robert Porter tried to slip away to the side, but she blocked him and forced him to move the other way until he was trapped in the corner of the counter.
"Can I suck your cock, Mr. Porter?" she asked. She leaned close, pressing her breasts against him. "I'm thirsty. Can I have a cum shot?"
Robert wasn't really resisting. Cathy was a hot little number and his wife was asleep, and he was terribly tempted. But he knew it wasn't right, so he tried to hold onto his virtue. His cock had different ideas, however, and it pressed against Cathy's stomach when she leaned against him.
"Let me see it, okay?" Cathy pulled the tee shirt up over her head. "I'll show you mine."
The sight of Cathy's body made Robert's heart pound and his dick grow painfully hard. He looked past her to the open doorway. Nobody was looking. Why not? No, it was wrong. But that little girl shaved her pussy and wanted his cock. That little girl was his daughter's age! Shit.
Cathy gave up waiting and pulled his boxers down. He made no move to stop her when she did that and did nothing when she knelt before him and took him into her mouth. He tasted a little spunky. Cathy decided that he and the missus must have had sex earlier. No matter, she'd be adding her own taste to his cock soon.
"Ah, Cathy we shouldn't do this," Robert said, feebly.
"You're right, Mr. Porter." Cathy stood and kissed him, happily accepting his arms around her when she did. He cupped her ass, pulling her closer. "You're right. We should fuck instead," she said, moving back.
Cathy sat up on the kitchen table and laid back nudging a salt and pepper set aside. She held her legs up with both hands and spread them, showing him the perfect pink interior of her perfect pink pussy.
"I really want to fuck you, Mr. Porter," she said. "Please?"
"Cathy, are you on the pill?" That was the only thing that would stop him now. He stepped out of his boxers fully expecting her to say yes.
"Oh, yes, sir," she said. "And I want to feel you cum inside of me."
Robert Porter strode to the table and took hold of Cathy's legs. The girl reached down and grasped his cock, sliding it up and down over her wet labia. The tingling sensation of impending orgasm was already upon her as she did that. She was just that hot to get fucked.
Robert thrust himself into the 18 year-old's pussy, slamming into her again and again until the salt and pepper shakers rolled to the floor with a clatter and the table skittered across to hit the far wall. He continued slamming into her headless of the thumping noise of the table on the wall, and unaware of anything but the young pussy holding his cock tightly in it's warm, wet grip.
Cathy paid no heed to their sounds, either. She was enjoying the feeling of him too much. His cock was shorter than Danny's, but thicker, and her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She cried out in delight, "Oh, fuck me!"
And that's exactly what he did. He pounded into her until he shot a hot load of cum deep inside her teenage snatch in shot after shot. Finally, staggering back, he pulled out. Cathy dropped down from the table and grabbed his cock to suck the last dribble of cum from inside of him.
"Oh, that was, man, really too much," he said.
"Can we do it again sometime?" She asked, looking up from where she was kneeling on the kitchen floor.
"No, we shouldn't," he said. Then he smiled. "Well, I don't suppose we can't help bumping into each other some time, can we?"
"No, we can't." Cathy stood and kissed him, pressing her hard nipples against him, and then she let go and backed to the door. "Good night."
"Night." The last image he had of her was his cum beginning to run down her leg.
Suddenly recovering his senses, he stumbled back into his underwear and then lifted the table and carried it back into place so as to avoid making any more scraping noises. Thank God nobody heard all the racket they made, he thought as he picked up the salt and pepper shakers and put them on the table.
When he was finished cleaning, he leaned back against the counter and looked skyward. "Thank you, Jesus," he said, grinning. He was truly thankful for the gift of teen pussy, and especially for not getting caught.
Of course both he and Cathy had been too busy to notice his wife, Emily, standing in the kitchen door briefly as they were thumping the table against the wall. If they had seen her, they might have wondered why she smiled and backed away without a word to her cheating husband or her daughter's cock-hound friend.
Emily didn't say anything because knowing that Robert had knocked off a bit of teen tail helped lessen her own guilt over her lesbian excursions around the neighborhood lately. She knew that Cathy Burton was a cock-slut with no scruples about who she fucked. It wasn't his fault that he fell into her cunt. Besides, she liked to see her husband enjoy himself.
When he came to bed ten minutes later, Emily lay feigning sleep. She could smell the odor of Cathy's pussy on him. It was a scent better than aftershave just then. It was an odor that smelled something like love.
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"Where have you been?" Elaine asked Cathy sleepily when she began to get back into bed. "You were gone a long time."
"Your dad's got a nice cock." Cathy said, snuggling up against Danny. "Strong legs, too."
"My dad? What did you do?" Elaine was dumbfounded. Her father cheating on Mom with a teen-ager? "What?"
"I went down for a drink of water," Cathy said sleepily. "He was down there making a sandwich. Well, you know, shit happened."
"You fucked my father?"
"He's not a virgin, you know," Cathy said.
"Yeah, but . . ." Elaine gave up, lying down again even as Danny spoke up groggily.
"More power to him," Danny said. "Can't let Mom have all the fun."
He was right, of course. Elaine was surprised more than shocked, and her anger was mostly over not seeing it happen.
"You did it in the kitchen?" she asked her friend.
"Right on the kitchen table."
