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 e 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