Three Blondes

At first his little doll clung to him in ravished wonder, her hips drawing away from his impalement in frightened confusion, but returning again and again with submissive inquisitiveness. After a short while, when her acceptance had settled into a steady rhythm, he had to force his thoughts away from this fantasy turned reality. Two of them, two virgins, his daughter and her friend, and he's had his engorged penis deep into each. A place where he knew it should never have been. He'd done it countless times with the one who lived in his house. And now, he was having her best friend.
Her arms were around him, holding his face tight to that warm place between shoulders and neck. Languishing in her apple scented blonde curls, her perfect breasts burning against his chest; her very first man couldn't get enough of his 'woman's' skinny, youthful body. His grasping hands were underneath, clutching that firm little cheerleader ass of hers, relishing a decadent event called 'fucking'. In cadence with his now almost violent thrusting, he'd pull her to him, then release, jolting her body with each enthusiastic plunge.
"Oh, Mr. Holtsworth, you're making me feel soo good!!!"
He had to stop, to take his mind off what was happening now. It was just too damned good. His wanted to cum, spew his load deep into the body of this perfect jewel. He'd admired Sandra for years, watched his daughter's best friend develop from little girl to grown woman, wanting and lusting for her even more than he did what was living in his own house. But his daughter, he'd plucked her before the fruit even ripened. This one he lusted for till he couldn't wait any longer.
He was holding his body as still in Sandra as possible now. Balls deep and holding her muscular young ass as attached to him as they possibly could be, he was desperately trying not to think about those virginal spasms. The tightness he was feeling was Sandra's violated body trying to repulse something so unnatural from its warm, wet confines.
"Oh, Mr. Holtsworth, does this feel as good to you as it does to me? I never dreamed something could be as good as this."
His daughter's virginal vessel had reacted in similar fashion, clutching and releasing. He'd lain real still on Babs too, trying so hard not to cum, to make it last as long as possible just like he was doing with this one now. His efforts at taking his mind off what up till now had been his most perfect seduction had been futile then, those first times with his daughter too. Her quivering vagina, how tightly it was grasping his throbbing penis while he savored her previously untarnished young innocence. And she hadn't been nearly as developed physically as this one, breasts smaller, body almost pubescent, buttocks not as firm--but God, she had been even tighter than what he was having right now.
"Oh, lay real still you little jewel, you're making me cum."
But she'd looked up, those sky blue eyes all weak and exhausted from the sheer effort of what they'd been doing