TB-1024 Family With The Hots by Mark Carver
Chapter 3
Breakfast at the Jensen house was usually a cheerful affair, with
lovely young Marsha gaily chatting away about school activities. Mark
would pretend to listen, while secretly hungering for his own daughter
and reliving the most obscene moments with his neighbor's daughter.
Jack would boast about his prowess in basketball and football. And
Sheila, the dutiful mother would happily fuss over them all as she
served breakfast.
Fifteen-year-old Marsha was chatting as usual today, but no one was
rally listening. Jack ate like a ravenous horse. The wild orgy he'd
gone through the night before with his sultry, insatiable music teacher
had left him with a sharp tingle in his balls and an enormous appetite.
And for the first time in his life, he was watching his own mother and
little sister with a new gleam in his eyes.
Seeing his mother sexually, she was about as ripe and lush as the
divorcee across the street. But she was actually more beautiful in a
striking way, with the sensuous curves of her full tits and ass holding
even greater promise. With a shock, Jack realized he was getting a hot
erection just watching his stunning mother move around the kitchen. He
couldn't resist wondering if his mother's sultry mouth and luscious
ass-cheeks gave his father half the satisfaction the statuesque music
teacher had given him last night.
As for his little sister, well Marsha had a long way to go before she
could be classified a woman. But she wasn't exactly a dog at fifteen,
either, not with her pert, budding tits and cutely rounded ass.
For the first time, Jack wondered if his little sister was still a
cherry. Well, hell, he reminded himself, there was only one sure way to
find out.
At the very same moment, Jack's father was wondering precisely the same
thing about his daughter. Damn, but little blonde Julie had been a
wildcat in bed yesterday, her tight hot pussy all honey and fire. A
massive hard-on was beginning in his pants while he furtively watched
his daughter and mechanically nibbled at his bacon and eggs.
Chapter 5
"What is it?" Marsha Jensen asked her father, a look of seriousness
crossing her lovely young face. "Did I do something wrong? Why did we
come all the way up here for a talk?"
Mark glanced out at the lake through one of the cabin windows. The sun
was just beginning to set, and it cast a golden, shimmering glow across
the lake that was almost blinding. He lit a cigarette, ignoring his
daughter's question for the moment. At three o'clock that afternoon,
wondering whether he ought to bring Julie up to the cabin for another
session of wild lust, his decision came to him.
There was no substitute for what he really wanted. Glancing at his
daughter's lusciously budding tits, straining at her snug T-shirt, and
then running his eyes down over her jeans, over her plumply-curved ass,
Mark knew he'd go crazy if he held off any longer.
Julie was a hot little piece, mad about him, but she still wasn't his
own luscious daughter. And nothing else but this fifteen-year-old angel
would satisfy him. Hell, as long as he was taking risks, he might as
well go all the way.
"Marsha," he began sitting down on the sofa beside her and putting a
fatherly arm around her shoulders, "I've heard some bad things about
you. Terrible things."
The adolescent's face turned chalk-white. "What things, Dad? I haven't
done anything wrong, I swear it!"
Her firm little tits rose and fell nervously, and Mark felt an
irresistible tingle in his cock and balls. Ever since he'd spanked her
months before, feeling her silky hot ass quiver violently beneath his
fingers, he knew he had to explore every inch of that satiny young
body.
"I heard," he said in a solemn voice, "that you were promiscuous. That
you were giving yourself sexually to a great many boys at school."
Tears stung the girl's eyes. "That's a lie!" she said heatedly. "Oh,
Dad, that's not true! I swear, I've never--I've never even had a boy.
Honest!"
And her father suddenly knew it was true. The lie had simply been to
find out if she was still a cherry. And now that he knew, his massive
prick began to rise in his pants with furious power. It wasn't just
that Marsha was his own lovely fifteen-year-old daughter that fired his
overpowering lust. She was the living embodiment of his own wife,
Sheila, when she was fifteen. Irresistibly sexy and cute, with the lush
promise of being a ripe-breasted, long-legged, stunning beauty when she
grew up.
And Mark Jensen damn well wanted his daughter's cherry before any
clumsy boy got it.
"Then you're still a virgin?" he said softly.
"Yes, of course, Dad. I wouldn't lie to you."
"Sit on my lap, honey," he said in a hoarse voice. "It's time we had a
father-to-daughter talk. Something serious."
Unhesitatingly, Marsha snuggled herself on her father's lap. He wasn't
always this affectionate, but when the opportunity came, Marsha always
grabbed it.
Mark wrapped his arms around her waist. His huge prick pounded so
fiercely in his pants he knew she had to feel it, although she gave no
sign. But, he remembered, she was still a cherry. For about another ten
minutes, if he could help it.
He began by rubbing her belly gently, reaching beneath her T-shirt, his
rod leaping at the feel of soft young flesh. No matter what the penalty
might be, he had to suck and fuck every tawny inch of this luscious
girl's flesh. It was an obsession that had haunted him for years.
"The thing about having sex is this," he whispered in her ear, inching
his fingers closer to a hot young tit. "Some boy could get you in real
trouble, Marsha, possibly get you pregnant. Or hurt you in some other
way. Because boys are inexperienced, you see, baby?"
"I'll be careful, honest, Dad. I know about things like that. Mom told
me."
"There's a safe way to do every thing in this world," he told her, his
voice beginning to crack with obscene desire. The feel of her hot
little ass gently squirming on his fleshy rod was beginning to shatter
what was left of his control.
"I could fix it so some clumsy boy would never hurt you, Marsha. You
trust your father, don't you, honey?"
She craned her neck around to look him in the eyes, genuinely baffled.
"Sure I trust you, Dad. But I don't understand. What do you mean?"
"I mean," he said softly, "that there is a certain accepted practice in
some cultures that, well, that allow the father to take care of things
like that. Like his daughter's virginity. That way, you're ready,
you're prepared for what's coming in life. It's perfectly normal in
certain societies," he added hastily, astounded at his own glib lies.
Marsha's lovely young face gaped in awe. "I still don't understand,
Dad!"
He decided at that lust-maddened moment to show her what he meant
exactly, rather than use any further persuasion.
Mark slipped his fingers up beneath his daughter's T-shirt and grasped
a burning small tit in each hand. He began massaging them gently,
rolling his thumb and fingers around the nipples, his meat quivering
with frenzied desire.
"Dad, don't!" sobbed the dark-haired teenager. "Daddy, you're--I'm--Oh!
Golly, Daddy, you're doing something wrong!"
But all the adolescent did was moan and, wriggle more hotly on his lap.
To fifteen-year-old Marsha, what was happening was completely confusing
and unlike her father. Yet, she didn't dare deny her virgin pussy was
beginning to seep hotly as her own father fondled and stroked her
budding tits. And she was acutely aware of the fact that the giant
throbbing bulge just beneath the crack of her young ass was an
erection.
"It's not wrong," Mark said quickly, rubbing her tits lasciviously and
pressing his hot prick up against her juicy little ass harder. "I know
exactly what I'm doing, baby, and Daddy is doing it for your sake. You
do exactly what I tell you, honey, and afterwards you'll be happy. You
do what I tell you!"
In that fatherly command lay magic words. Marsha had never disobeyed
her father, both out of fear and love. And the luscious adolescent
wasn't about to now, even though she felt there was something terribly
guilty about it.
"Daddy! You're getting me hot!" the teenager sobbed. "Oh, Lord, Daddy,
it's--it's wrong ... Mmmmmmmm!"
Mark Jensen, at that moment of naked lust, was beyond any redemption or
penalty. His gorgeous, hot-breasted young daughter was wriggling her
succulent ass madly on his pounding prick, in spite of her protests.
And now he slipped one hand down to her warm crotch, pressing and
rubbing lasciviously. He could feel her juices begin to soak through.
Marsha was nearly hysterical with both confusion and passion.
"Daddy! Why are you doing this? Ooooooo, Daddy, Oh I feel funny!
Unnnnnngh!"
"For your own good, honey," he told her hoarsely. "Wouldn't you rather
have your own father introduce you to sex than some idiotic boy? You
know I love you, honey. You're my own daughter. I know what's best for
you. Daddy knows."
Quickly, Mark unzipped the fly of his daughter's jeans. He slipped a
hand inside her warm crotch. One finger pulled aside her panties, and
he found her juicy, soaked young cunt already pulsing and waiting for
him. Kissing her on the nape of the neck, one hand still fondling and
squeezing her hot tit-mounds, he began fingerfucking his teenager
daughter.
"DADDY! OH MY GOD, IT'S WRONG, WRONG! OOOOOOOH! DADDY, I'M SO HOT, SO
WORKED UP, UMMMMMMM, OOF!"
He'd slipped one finger inside her hot cherry-cunt, and it was so hot
and juicy he feared he might come in his pants. Damn, what a hot tight
snatch! Undoubtedly Marsha was telling him the truth when she said she
was a cherry. But now he wanted the wild sensations of his own
daughter's naked succulence on his lap before he fingerfucked her to
her first orgasm.
"Let's get undressed, baby," he whispered hoarsely in her ear. "Come
on, Daddy knows best."
After fifteen years of total obedience, even her near hysterical
confusion could not keep the lovely adolescent from complete obedience.
Panting feverishly, Marsha stood up and quickly stripped out of her
clothes. Mark rose too, but his gaze never left his daughter's
lusciously curved little body as he stripped. Damn, she was beautiful,
even more beautiful than her mother at fifteen.
Marsha hesitated, her cheeks flushed and her budding tits heaving. She
gaped at his massive long prick.
"You won't--you won't hurt me with that, will you Daddy? It's so big!
And I'm a virgin!"
"Won't hurt you," Mark reassured in a voice hoarse with raw lust. "Come
on back and sit on my lap."
The girl obeyed, trembling wildly. Her father's mammoth rod of flesh
now hovered up between her tender thighs, its purple knob quivering
with urgency. Now Mark began to gently fingerfuck his daughter, his
blood pounding urgently at the gushing, sticky heat of her tiny cunt.
His only fear was that he'd come, shoot his rocks right up into the air
from the delicious satiny heat of her writhing ass on his lap.
Meanwhile his other hand played with her softly-mounded hot tits. In
less than a minute, Marsha was loudly sobbing and jerking her juicy
cunt against his stroking finger in mad, fucking motions.
"OOOOOO, DADDY! OH, DAD, I'M SO HOT! I FEEL FUNNY! I FEEL GOOD, OH YES,
DADDY, PLEASE FASTER, PLEASE! OOOOOO!"
He'd found her tiny clit-bud with his fingertip and worked on that for
a while, until his entire hand was dripping with her cunt-juices. Even
his wife, Sheila, or his next-door neighbor's luscious young daughter,
Julie, couldn't compare to the succulent, satiny fire of his own
beautiful daughter.
Now Mark pierced deeper, feeling the resistance of her cherry, a thin
membrane. For one long moment Marsha cried out and quivered her silken
nakedness furiously as he pierced it. Then her father plunged his
middle finger in as deep as he could into her tight, silken cunt.
Marsha began fucking his stroking finger to a frenzied rhythm, twining
her ankles around his and clawing at his naked flanks with her
fingernails.
She twisted her head around to kiss him passionately on the lips. She
clutched his hand feverishly to her furiously heaving young tits,
profound moans coming from her throat. Then his young daughter seized
his quivering cock in one fist and began jerking on it with obscene
fervor.
To Mark Jensen, upstanding citizen of Rockville, respected pillar of
his community, this was one of the most depraved, joyous moments of his
entire life. His own beautiful, innocent daughter was jerking him off
while he was tenderly fingerfucking her. And she loved it, at least as
much as he did.
Low animal moans were coming from Marsha's throat as she fervently
kissed him, and from the feel of her cunt-juices gushing profusely onto
his fingers, Mark knew she was having her first orgasm. Christ, he
couldn't wait to fuck her in her beautiful hot ass! It writhed and
wriggled on his bushy crotch like a live animal on fire, begging to be
spanked and pierced and even kissed.
For one endless moment, the fifteen-year-old quivered deliriously on
her father's lap, and Mark knew she was coming furiously. His stroking
finger dug deeper into her hot juicy slit, probing its sticky
sweetness, wondering if he could actually get even half his colossal
thick prick inside there.
"AAAAAGH!" Marsha cried out, tearing her lips from his. "EEEEE, DADDY,
DADDY, IT'S--OOOOOO--WILD AND WONDERFUL! OH IT'S CRAZY! OH, DO IT TO ME
NOW, NOW, NOW!"
She'd had her first blazing climax, but Mark wasn't ready to fuck her
yet. He wanted to eat her first, to give her the wildest possible
thrills imaginable. In that way, even if she met some silly school kid
she got a crush on, she'd know where the hottest thrills lay. She'd
always come running back to her own father.
And he had to train her to give him a torrid blowjob, too. Because in
his own house, Marsha's bedroom was just next door to his. And night
after night, he intended to slip in there and suck and fuck his own
lovely daughter to his heart's delight.
Mark gently pushed her off his lap. Her silken hot nakedness was
shivering like a leaf. He felt an obscene thrill of pride that this
lovely adolescent, lush with the promise of raw sex, was his own
conception, his own gorgeous daughter.
"Sit on the sofa with your legs spread," he told her.
Still gawking with reverence at the mammoth of her father's quivering
cock, Marsha obeyed. Mark knelt between his daughter's spread thighs.
For a few moments he teased her by tracing his tongue around her
luscious little pink cunt, the most fetching, juicy and kissable thing
he'd ever seen. Then he rammed his tongue deep into her honeyed slit,
and the girl screamed loudly and shuddered with madness.
"DADDY, DADDY! I'M GOING--UNNNNNNNGH!--GOING CRAZY! OH DADDY I LOVE
YOU, IT'S CRAZZZZZZY!"
And now Mark Jensen began eating his luscious young daughter's
delicious cunt with a dedication he'd never even shown his own wife.
Jesus, she was delicious and fiery! Even Julie's hot pussy couldn't
compare to Marsha's gushing tight slit. She was cramming her boiling
pussy into his face now with a fury of happiness, pounding his bare
shoulders with her fists to vent her newly-aroused lust.
"DADDY DON'T STOP! NEVER STOP! OOOOOOOO, GOD IN HEAVEN I LOVE IT, I
LOVE IT, I LOVE MY DADDY! EEEEEEE!"
He tried holding her silky hot ass-cheeks tightly in his hands as he
devoured her fragrant pussy, but so wild were Marsha's movements, so
lustfully furious were her hips, he could barely hang onto the satiny
flesh. Cunt-juice seeped into his mouth in a small flood as she
shuddered her slit in a frenzy into his eager mouth.
For ten minutes he let his own daughter come in waves of lust-inspired
orgasms, purposely holding back his urgent desire to give her the fuck
of her life.
"I CAN'T STOP COMING, DADDY!" Marsha had locked her damp sleek thighs
so tightly to his face he felt as if he were suffocating. But her cries
of lustful happiness more than made up for it. "OH, DADDY, DADDY, EAT
EEEEEEE! GOD IT'S UNBELIEVABLE! I LOVE YOU, DADDY, LOVE YOUR HOT MOUTH!
WOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAGH!"
By now, Mark could barely breathe from the burning sweet pussy-juice
smeared over his mouth and face, and from her frenzied, jerking cunt.
Still, he let her come again, fatherly love mingling in a strange blend
of naked raw lust for his own beautiful daughter. He wanted to let her
know how wonderful, how blissfully obscene it could be to be lovingly
and lewdly sucked off.
Because in a moment it would be her turn.
At last he drew his lips and tongue away from her honeyed slit. She
kept on jerking and twitching in violent spasms, her virgin glands
unable to absorb the intense shattering thrills of being passionately
fingerfucked and blown. Especially by her own father.
"Oh, Daddy," Marsha sobbed, her plump little tits quivering, "I never
dreamed sex could be like that! Please, please do it to me now?
Please?"
But first, Mark decided, she had to reciprocate. It was better, he
wanted to intone solemnly, to give than receive, but even that sounded
ridiculous.
"Stand up for a minute, baby," he ordered. When she did, he sprawled
back on the sofa. His gigantic, bristling long prick hovered out with
obscene impatience.
"Put your mouth on Daddy's prick," he commanded gently. "Just suck it
off, sweetheart, like you would a lollipop. Slow and easy, all right,
Marsha?"
Wildly aroused with her newly-discovered series of climaxes, the
fifteen-year-old hurried to obey. She knelt between his spread, hairy
legs and grasped his massive prick in both warm hands. Without warning,
she clutched four inches of his pounding rod in her mouth and began to
suck on the meat feverishly.
Normally able to hold off for almost as long as he wanted, the feel of
Marsha's greedily sucking hot mouth on his meat, and the sight of his
luscious naked daughter eagerly rushing to meet his most obscene
desires, Mark Jensen almost burst his heavy load into her mouth at that
moment.
"Easy, baby," he cautioned, stroking her hair, "Easy! Like a lollipop,
real slow and easy."
With a sigh of relief, he felt her furiously sucking mouth ease up on
his thick cock. She was a natural cocksucker, he thought with pride.
The adolescent learned quickly at her first try. Not only did she
greedily suck, she paused to lick at his big prick-head every few
seconds, her soft hot fist jerking on the trunk of his meat at the same
time.
Finally, Marsha fell into an easy, wanton rhythm. Her burning lips
oozed back and forth on his long rod of flesh to a steady, thrilling
tempo, while she began stroking his shaft at a coaxing rhythm. Mark
closed his eyes and leaned back. Jesus, even his own wife Sheila had
never mastered the simple tricks of a languidly teasing suck-off like
his daughter had in moments!
Happy groans came from Marsha's throat as she became totally intent on
pleasing her father. After her first introduction to sex, the
unbelievable thrills of having her own handsome father first fingerfuck
and then eat her, she felt this was her first challenge. Inspiration
caused her to gently sink her teeth into her father's burning prick as
she sucked on its enormous length. When he groaned loudly with
pleasure, Marsha tried some other imaginative tricks.
She slid back her wet lips, and keeping only the giant head of his
stiff dick in her mouth, she flicked her tongue across his knob as fast
as she could. When his grunts of lust became louder, she grasped his
long rod in both of her hot fists and jerked eagerly, nibbling at the
crimson head with naked hunger.
"Oh yes honey, oh baby daughter, SUCK!" Mark grunted. Christ, even his
own wife had never shown this much imagination in a simple blowjob. Now
Mark clutched his daughter's head in his hands and dug his heels gently
into her shoulders, starting to jerk his hips in time to her ravenous
sucking.
The mere idea of fucking his own virgin daughter in her hot little
mouth triggered a fantastic new excitement in Mark. She was jerking him
off lustfully with both of her warm fists while she nibbled hungrily on
his searing meat, moans of wanton delight coming from her throat.
The fifteen-year-old felt an incredible excitement as her father's
massive hot meat plunged in and out of her mouth. She'd petted with
boys before, and had even let a few of them touch her tits, which
pleased her. But now, having passionate sex with her own handsome
father, Marsha's virgin glands were exploding with lewd fire. As her
father's hot prick leaped and quivered in her mouth, she jerked him off
as rapidly as she could. She knew his come was going to burst any
moment and she was dying to taste and gulp it down. On instinct, Marsha
reached one hand down to his huge, swollen balls and gently squeezed.
"CHRIST, YES!" Mark groaned. "GONNA COME, BABY! MMMMM! SUCK HARDER,
HARDER, AAAAAAAH ..."
It was impossible for him to hold his load back any longer. The fiery
pressure of her madly sucking hot mouth and eagerly jerking fingers
quickly made his load boil over. He began spurting his jism in great
gushes in his daughter's mouth, battering her throat with his long rod.
Deep moans of lewd delight came from Marsha's throat as the stinging
hot flood engulfed her mouth. She swallowed the salty come as fast as
she could, and still more came, in dwindling spurts. The girl whimpered
in disappointment as his huge cock finally deflated, and the burning
torrent became a mere trickle.
It was the wildest blow-job Mark had ever had.
He knew most of the intensity was because it was his own luscious
daughter, but even as a cherry she was showing terrific promise.
And because she was refusing to release his limp rod from her mouth,
still tonguing and sucking on it, he began to quickly grow stiff again.
She'd be even sexier than his wife when she grew up, he realized. Now
it was time to take her hot little cherry.
Mark pushed her gently back down on the shag rug. Her young tits were
heaving wildly and she'd already drawn up her knees and spread her legs
wide, waiting.
"It'll only hurt for a minute," he promised her. "Then you'll love it,
baby."
"Oh, Daddy, I don't care if you hurt me--just fuck me!"
Gently, Mark guided the massive head of his thick rod just inside her
juicy cunt-lips. Marsha jerked her hips up impatiently and then
suddenly wailed in pain.
"Easy," he cautioned his daughter. "Let me do it, honey."
He carefully began pumping his mammoth dick inside her incredibly
tight, hot cunt. Each time he eased another half inch inside, Marsha
groaned loudly and clawed her sharp nails across his back. God, what
luscious cunt! She was even tighter and hotter than his neighbor's
daughter, Julie, and far more passionate. His daughter was biting his
lips in a frenzy of lustful happiness now, raising her legs and locking
them behind his back.
"Oh, Daddy it's--OOOOOOOO! IT'S WILD! OH DADDY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, I'M
SO--unnnnnnnngh! SO HAPPY!"
Mark was pistoning only half his massive burning rod inside her cherry
now, and already Marsha was softly screaming with excitement. Her hot
little tits dug furiously against his chest and her soft hips thrashed
madly in response to his pounding prick.
For fifteen-year-old Marsha, the first fuck of her life was intensely
thrilling, especially because it was her own father. Her tight pussy
was gorged to bursting and each time he slid back and forth with his
thick meat, fantastic ripples of excitement shuddered through her young
loins.
"OOOOOO DADDY, IT'S WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL! AAAAAAAH! OH, FUCK ME HARDER,
DADDY, HARDER--UNNNNNNNNGH!"
In spite of his caution, her juicy little cunt was so delicious beneath
his pumping rod, Mark began to fuck her harder and faster. There were a
few yelps of pain but he was unable to control himself as he plunged
deeper. It was the best cunt he'd ever had in his life, juicy,
luscious, on fire with passion. Normally able to control himself almost
indefinitely, Mark felt his rocks begin to burst.
"Gonna come, baby daughter," he gasped. Wanton moans came from his
wildly thrashing daughter as she bit him with animal frenzy on his
shoulder. "GONNA COME, HONEY! CHRIST WHAT CUNT! OH JESUS, THAT!S GOOD!
AAAAAAAGH!"
Not even two-thirds of his prick was piercing her silken hot slit, but
already he'd started spurting. Marsha hugged him fiercely and flexed
her pussy on his stroking rod in a fury of lewdness. She dug her heels
into his back and swung her hips with maddening delight. The boiling
juice was stinging her hot cunt in growing waves of excitement,
flooding her narrow pussy to where her muffled screams became sheer
raves of depraved happiness. When Mark stopped coming, Marsha continued
to moan and squeeze her juicy slit on his limp rod, begging for more.
"Oh Daddy, I loved it!" she sobbed, clawing his back. "Do it to me
again, please, please, I want more!"
And again, irresistibly, Mark's long prick was getting rock-hard.
Jesus, he hadn't been this good to his wife in years. But his daughter
could get him up in seconds, any time she wanted to. And Mark knew what
he really wanted, had craved ever since he'd spanked her tawny plump
ass.
"I'll do it to you again," he murmured in her ear. "But the way I'm
going to do it might hurt, Marsha."
"Then hurt me!" she implored, grinding her soaked pussy to his turgid
cock. "Do whatever want to me, Daddy!"
"Turn over," he ordered her harshly.
Eagerly, Marsha turned on her belly on the rug. For a few moments, her
father caressed and fondled her tawny ass-cheeks. She had the loveliest
ass he'd ever seen, plump, silky, perfectly rounded, each cheek a mound
of satiny perfection.
"Fold your knees under you, baby," he told her.
The girl did as she was told, and now her luscious ass hovered in the
air, a soft golden invitation. Mark knelt upright between her lush
mounds. First, he dipped two fingers into her juicy cunt and spread her
soaking fluid over them. Then he rubbed her pussy-juices over the knob
of his fleshy rod. No doubt his daughter expected to be fucked dog-
style, but she was in for the surprise of her young life.
Mark placed his throbbing dick-head squarely against her tiny puckered
asshole. Then he firmly gripped an ass-cheek in each hand and spread
them wide.
"Daddy, what are you--Daddy? Why are you--AAAAAAAGH! EEEEEEE, GOD IT'S-
-UNF! KILLING ME, NO, NO!"
He'd plunged his huge burning shaft into her helpless little asshole in
one savage thrust. The steaming, narrow tunnel shuddered fiercely on
his long cock as Marsha tried to wrench free. But he held her soft hips
powerfully in his hands, and began to drive his rod in and out of her
vulnerable asshole.
Marsha hadn't the faintest idea this sort of agony existed. It was as
though someone had rammed a gigantic blazing poker up her tender
asshole. It was so painful she couldn't even scream, much less catch
her breath. She fought for air in gasps as her father began brutally
fucking her in her silken ass, loud groans of lust coming from his
throat.
"Oh, baby daughter," he grunted. "Oh, honey, that's GOOD! It'll stop
hurting--aaaaaah!--in a minute. Don't fight it! MMMMMMMM! God, what an
ass!"
He continued to ram his blazing cock in and out of her tiny tunnel,
playing with her golden ass-cheeks. Her burning bowels steamed and
quivered on his driving rod, and she helplessly pounded her fists on
the rug beneath her to vent her fierce anguish. And yet, in spite of
the white-hot torture cramming her helpless anus, faint ripples of
pleasure were shooting through her loins now.
In sheer desperation, the fifteen-year-old slid her fingers down to her
own pussy and began to masturbate while her father savagely raped her
tender asshole. Maybe fingerfucking herself would take her mind off the
pain. She gorged two fingers into her hot slit and began stroking
furiously, her helpless sobs echoing throughout the cabin.
Ever since he'd spanked his daughter, Mark became obsessed with her
luscious little ass. And this, above all, was what he craved, what he
thought about day and night. Now as he plunged his massive hot cock to
the very hilt into her narrow channel, he issued loud groans of pure
lust. He used to ravage his own wife's ass like this.
"Oh honey," he grunted, "what a hot juicy ass! Oh, baby daughter, it's
WILD! JERK BACK ON ME! SWING YOUR ASS, HONEY!"
No matter how painful it was, Marsha always obeyed her father's voice
instantly. And she did so now, beginning to cautiously swing her
impaled ass back each time he thrust his colossal prick forward. It
felt as if his giant cock was in the very pit of her belly, a blazing
battering ram.
"Hurts!" she moaned. "HURTS! OH DADDY, YOU'RE RIPPING ME IN TWO!
UNNNNNNNGH!"
But the waves of pleasure were becoming stronger in her bowels and cunt
as she fingerfucked herself in a frenzy. In fact, it was getting hard
to distinguish between the searing pain in her ravaged asshole and the
hot pleasure in her tight pussy. Somehow the two became one, and in
less than a minute Marsha was beginning to come, her cunt-juices
gushing profusely onto her fingers.
"Yes, Daddy," she sobbed, "YES, FUCK ME IN THE ASS! OH, GOD IT HURTS
GOOD! FUCK MY ASS HARDER, DADDY, HARDER! EEEEE!"
Mark was beginning to shoot his rocks off how. Her silky, shuddering
ass was triggering intense thrills along the length of his hot meat,
and he jerked his hips to a furious rhythm as he fucked her. Even her
cries of pain were intensifying his lust, until he began spurting huge,
boiling gushes of come into her helpless bowels.
"UNNNNNNNGH!" Marsha screamed. "YES, YESSSSSS, LORD IT HURTS! OOOOOOOO!
COMING TOO, DADDY! COMMMMMING!"
As the blazing jism stung deep into her churning asshole, Marsha
fingerfucked herself in a frenzy of pain-joy. The realization that her
own handsome father was fucking her helpless ass, that the stinging
fire spattering deep in her bowels came from her own daddy, sparked
shudders of incredibly lewd joy in her blood. Like the time her father
spanked her, only he didn't know she'd almost come from the vicious but
loving pain on her bare cheeks.
When the last trickle of hot come had dripped from his limp cock, Mark
withdrew it and collapsed with a sigh beside his naked daughter on the
rug.
Quickly, Marsha cuddled up to him. Her buttocks hurt terribly, but she
couldn't deny the pleasure of his sticky boiling come seeping inside
her bowels.
"It hurt awful, Daddy," she sobbed. "But even when you hurt me, I love
it!"
Mark fought off the surge of guilt he felt. How could any healthy male
resist such a luscious little ass, even if it was his own daughter?
But no, he'd doubled his problems, instead of solving them. For one
thing, he had his neighbor's fifteen-year-old daughter on his hands,
infatuated with him. Now he'd corrupted his own daughter, sucking and
fucking her to the point of sheer delicious exhaustion. His first
problem was to get rid of Julie. Once that was done, he could devote
all his lust to his own daughter.
A plan occurred to him, not perfect, but halfway practical at least. He
could get some sleeping pills and start spiking his wife's bedtime
drink with them. Once she was sound asleep, he could slip into Marsha's
room and indulge in an orgy of lust. But what about his son Jack? He
might be able to manage the same thing, insisting his son drink a glass
of warm milk before bedtime, and spiking that as well.
Or he could simply take Marsha up to the cabin every day, and eat and
ravage every silken inch of her young body until he was satisfied. But
being alone with her that constantly would make his wife suspicious.
"Do it to me again, Daddy," Marsha moaned beside him, rubbing her small
hot tits against his chest. "Love me some more, Daddy. I never dreamed
it could be so wild!"
"Suck me off first," he told her. His daughter hurried to obey, getting
him rock-hard again in a minute.
Poor Sheila, thought Mark as Marsha licked lasciviously at his stiff
rod. Here he was screwing his own fifteen-year-old daughter, his
neighbor's fifteen-year-old daughter, and both of them couldn't get
enough of his enormous prick.
Chapter 7
It was just before their usual dinnertime. Mark Jensen faced his wife
in their bedroom, Sheila sitting on the bed while he listened with a
shocked expression.
"And that's what actually happened," the ripely curved housewife
concluded, her crimson face avoiding his gaze. She'd told him
everything, every sordid detail. The chains, the whippings, the anal
rapes, virtually everything.
For a few minutes, Mark was silent. He found it almost impossible to
believe his own stunning wife had an affair with the clumsy ape next
door. But his self-righteousness began to crumble when he realized he
was having a hot affair not only with his neighbor's young daughter,
but his own daughter as well. For a little while, fury mingled with
guilt.
"If--if you'd only do the same things to me, Mark, this will never
happen again," Sheila sobbed. "I don't know why it turns me on so
fiercely, but it just does. You can punish me now if you want."
"If that's what you want, you sure as hell are going to get it," he
said ominously. "Wait here."
He went downstairs and got some rope, which he cut into short lengths.
He didn't have a whip but he saved one three foot length of cord for
that purpose. Both his son and daughter sat in the kitchen, watching
him, curious and confused.
Upstairs, Mark ordered Sheila to strip. When she was totally naked, he
bound her, face up, on the bed, so that she was spread-eagled. Mark
Jensen was not only the victim of seething fury, but a wild new
excitement sang in his blood. His wife's confession had suddenly made
everything justifiable. Hell, after what she'd told him, nothing could
be wrong.
He went back downstairs. Picking up a bottle of gin, he drank right
from it for ten long seconds. If he could fuck his own daughter, he
thought viciously, there was no reason why his own son couldn't fuck
his mother.
"Both of you come with me," he ordered his son and daughter.
Obediently, Jack and Marsha followed him upstairs, knowing something
weird was about to happen. When they entered their parents' bedroom,
both of them were shocked. Their mother, lay helplessly bound and stark
naked on the bad, a look of strange excitement and fear on her face.
"Dad, what's going on?" Jack said, stunned. "You can't treat Mom like
this. I mean--"
"Shut UP!" Mark said. His anger gave him complete command of the
situation. His voice calmed down a little as he unbuttoned his shirt
and began undressing.
"We are what we supposedly call a close-knit family. Okay, we're about
to find just how close-knit we are. I want both of you to undress,
right now. We're going to have a family affair, understand? And it's
going to be a naughty affair, too. Both of you strip! Now!"
His daughter didn't hesitate. The prospects of having sex with her
father again stirred a hot young lust in her blood. And from the looks
of everything, they were going to have a full-fledged orgy!
Jack hesitated, but only for a few moments. The sight of his mother's
lusciously naked body, helplessly bound on the bed with her sexy tits
and pussy exposed, was motivation enough. But as he watched his little
sister undress, his prick became gorged with blood, quivering with
urgency. Christ, he had no idea his own little sister could be so sexy!
Now the four of them were naked, father, mother, son and daughter.
Totally accustomed to obeying their father's every command, they waited
for him to speak.
"Just to begin with," Mark said in a vicious tone, "I want you to fuck
your mother, Jack. Don't stand there like a goddamned idiot! I said
fuck her!"
Jack paused, shocked at the idea. Yet the sight of his mother's
beautiful, lush nakedness made his rod leap with impatience. And there
was a strange look in his mother's smoldering eyes, too, as if she were
frantically excited at the idea.
He climbed on top of his naked mother. Already Sheila had begun
undulating her soft hips and moaning. Her eyelids fluttered with
unashamed passion. It wasn't just the idea that her son was so handsome
and had a huge cock like his father, but the mere feeling of being so
helplessly bound thrilled and excited her to the point of feverish
lust.
"Suck on my tits, Jack," she begged him, straining at her bonds. "Fuck
me with your beautiful cock. FUCK ME!"
She knew she was drunk, but that only intensified Sheila's wild
excitement. It was the same urgent desire that had motivated Mark to
suck and fuck his daughter, the strange re-living of their youth. With
his lean, powerfully naked body crushed to hers, Sheila ground her hot
pussy up against her son's massive prick anxiously. She uttered low
moans of obscene delight when he began sucking on one of her swollen
tits, gently biting the nipple. Then he was guiding his stiff rod
inside her soaked, waiting cunt-lips. Instantly, Sheila jerked her hips
up in a frenzy, craving more of his hot thrilling cock.
"Every inch!" she implored. "FUCK ME WITH EVERY BEAUTIFUL INCH OF YOUR
HOT PRICK, SON! OOOOO, MMMMMMMM!"
And as Jack began to lewdly screw his own mother, an intense excitement
rippled through his balls. She was terrifically hot and juicy, even
more so than the horny music teacher. And the mere idea that he was
fucking his own beautiful, voluptuous mother raised his lust to a
frantic pitch. Sheila was jerking furiously up against her son's big
cock now, loving the feel of helplessness as she strained against the
ropes that bound her wrists and ankles.
All the while, Mark clasped his naked fifteen-year-old daughter from
behind, playing with her tits and nudging his enormous stiff prick
against the silky crack of her juicy ass-cheeks. Marsha was
tremendously excited, not only from the sight of her brother, so
massively hung, screwing their mother, but from the burning pressure of
her father's immense prick rubbing against her tender ass.
"I'm hot, Daddy," she moaned, reaching behind to grasp his fleshy rod
in her warm fist and jerk it. "Fuck me, Daddy, please? Do it to me
while Jack is giving it to Mom! NOW!"
Mark had brought the bottle of gin up with him, and now he took another
long slug. The depraved spectacle of his own son relentlessly fucking
his wife had triggered an eerie lust in his blood. After all, it was a
family affair. Why not make it a complete foursome?
"Okay," he told his passionately trembling daughter. "But I want you to
crawl between your brother's legs and suck on his balls at the same
time. Got it?"
Marsha nodded eagerly. She didn't need any urging, not after the torrid
episode with her well hung father earlier. Besides, from the moment
she'd seen her brother naked a wild yearning had surged in her
throbbing young pussy. She rushed to lay face down on the bed, nudging
her mouth to her brother's huge balls, fascinated by the lecherous view
of his thick rod pumping and slippery, as it rammed in and out of her
mother's glistening cunt. Marsha folded her knees under her, so that
her own juicy slit was fully exposed.
Now her father mounted her from behind, guiding his immense prick into
her luscious pussy. He began fucking her to a powerful tempo, his
fingers kneading and caressing her lovely naked ass meanwhile. Again
her fiery little cunt shot hot thrills through his pounding meat,
squirming and writhing on it with pure animal delight.
The family orgy quickly rose to a feverish pitch of lust. While Jack
fucked his roundly curved, naked mother, his little sister sucked
eagerly on his balls. And while she sent burning tingles of pleasure
through his loins, her father was sparking violent waves of lewd
delight in her own pussy.
"Fuck me harder!" begged Sheila. "Jack! OOOOO, YES! FUCK ME HARDER,
SON, UNNNNNNNGH! RAM IT HOME, HURT ME!"
Jack was ready to spurt anyway, inspired by his mother's wildly
throbbing cunt. And the feel of his little sister's tongue lapping
lasciviously at his hot balls urged him on to a faster pace. His mother
was digging her swollen burning tits feverishly into his chest, moaning
deeply, thrashing her hips in a furor of lustful joy.
For fifteen-year-old Marsha, it was the most exciting episode of her
life. Her brother's balls were hot and heavy beneath her lips, jerking
lewdly, while her father's gigantic hot meat was battering her tight
pussy to a maddening rhythm.
Sweet hot cunt! Mark thought, gripping his daughter's softly curved
hips tightly. He felt his rocks explode, and great gushes of boiling
sperm began stinging his daughter's madly quivering pussy. Not even
Julie's tight cunt could compare with Marsha's luscious slit, with her
fiery heat and silky urgency.
Marsha began coming too, and she quickly placed a hot fist on her
brother's pistoning rod, beginning to jerk him off while he furiously
fucked their mother. Gee, what a party! thought Marsha, wondering,
hoping fervently it would be a nightly affair.
All four of them--father, mother, daughter, son--came within minutes of
each other. Their wild moans and grunts filled the bedroom with echoes
of lust. At last Mark slipped his dick out of Marsha's hot, drenched
cunt with a long sigh. He sat on the edge of the bed, while his
daughter slowly rolled over on her back, rubbing her hotly glowing
pussy.
Then Jack withdrew his limp dick from his mother's passionately
throbbing cunt, and sank onto the rug, heaving for breath. Who would
believe his own mother could be such a wild, lustful fuck? She was
still sobbing and squirming her hips, as if begging for more.
There was a bit difference in their sleeping arrangements that night.
Jack slept with his mother, while Mark slept with his fifteen-year-old
daughter.
The End